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Milo was helping me so I wouldn’t have to pump later.
That was a pain in the ass and I’d never found a device that didn’t make an already uncomfortable situation worse. This was completely different, though. The mix of emotions andhormones he was releasing was incredible and nothing like using a pump.
My dick also agreed with that assessment of the situation and I was starting to understand why so many men who lactated made their livelihood in very unique ways.
“Good boy.” Forcing myself to relax back against the chair and not hump him, I stroked my hand over his head and did my best to make sure he knew I hadn’t panicked yet. “You’re doing such a good job.”
The praise was probably stupid, but my brain couldn’t fill in what the right words for the scene would be. I wasn’t the most creative person on the planet, and I’d never planned out what a nursing scene would look like in my head.
I should’ve thought a bit more ahead, but Milo didn’t seem to think my verbiage was half-assed or stupid. He made another pleased sound and smiled around my nipple before he went back to sucking, eyes closed and perfectly content with the scene.
Content andexcited.
It should’ve been an odd combination but it felt right in the moment.
All of it felt right in the moment, so I focused on that as I kept running my hand over his head and doing my best to show him I wasn’t worried. A worried Daddy couldn’t make pleased hums and pet his boy, so I teased his hair and stroked over his back.
He was twisted up like a pretzel with his top half curled into me and his bottom half going in nearly the completely opposite direction. He looked like I’d need to offer him ibuprofen for hisbackache when we were done, but it didn’t seem like the right moment to adjust his posture.
Especially considering it gave me great access to the lower half of his body.
One that I’d gotten clear permission to play with.
So as he sucked, I slowly caressed lower on his body, running my hand down his hip and thigh before making my way back to his head. Milo made a low moan and wiggled his bottom against the side of the chair as he flicked his tongue against my nipple.
It didn’t take a genius to know what he wanted, but he had to wait until I stopped shivering and could hold back the needy sound he’d gotten from me. “That’s…”
I had no idea how to explain what he was doing to me, but Milo didn’t mind my lack of creativity. He giggled again and nibbled on the tip as the rush of milk finally slowed. Once he didn’t have to be as focused, it seemed his playful side had decided to peek out.
“Naughty boy.” I clearly didn’t sound threatening or disappointed because he snickered and ran his tongue around the tip of my nipple. “That’s…fuck.”
Milo thought making his Daddy curse was incredibly funny and it gave his confidence to keep teasing me a boost because he nibbled again. It was almost too painful…almost but not quite and every part of me appreciated that.
Including my common sense because it took off with my worries somewhere.
“Oh, you think it’s fun to tease Daddy, do you?” Two could play that game, so as I ran my hand down his body again, I made sure to take a side trip to pinch one of his nipples.
When he sucked in a shocked breath and wiggled, I moved my hand lower to caress across the obvious bulge in the sexy, fitted pants he was wearing. “Daddy can tease too.”
Milo moaned around my nipple as he shivered but as his hips thrust up to press his cock against my hand, he whined and nuzzled against my chest.
“Yes, I’ve got a needy boy.” Letting him rut against my hand, I kept it firmly against his body and let him use me to race toward his orgasm.
Milo was going at light speed and I loved the sexy sounds he was making around my nipple. For the moment at least, he’d stopped worrying about only one of us getting to play and he was just enjoying his fun.
So was I, but the mix was different for me.
It was sweet and sexy and felt incredible but there were more complicated emotions I wasn’t ready to poke at. I was happy, but the whole situation left me wondering how anyone did it casually. Several of the men at the club were paid to nurse clients.
How?
Money I knew, but people usually confused me…and I’d just added something else I didn’t understand.
But I understood how my body felt when I was empty and I understood the frustrated pout I was getting from Milo.Somehow he could almost come and pout adorably at the same time. It was an impressive feat.
“Oh, no pouting. I have more for you.” I had to move my hand to shift us around so he could get to my other nipple, but he didn’t mind once he could latch on again. “There we go. That’s my good boy.”
I’d never felt better.
