Page 15 of Warm and Dry

I lay there for a while longer, just listening to him breathe. Everything felt different to me. My outlook. My future. Even my apartment felt different. He made everything feel…right.

Somewhere around midnight, I drifted off with his hair on my pillow and a smile on my face. How could I be falling so hard and fast for a guy I’d just met. It didn’t make a lot of sense, but it didn’t need to.

It just needed to be…

I woke up a few hours later to Forest shifting beside me. He wasn’t awake, just resettling against me in his sleep like he was following my warmth. My eyes didn’t even open, I just held him a little tighter, keeping him tucked at my side.

And then I felt it.

Forest stirred and seemed to nuzzle into my chest before his lips brushed across my sensitive nipple. The movement wasn’t quite a kiss, but he seemed to be rooting around before his mouth opened up and sucked my skin between his lips.

Part of me thought I should wake him up or at least pull away, but he quickly latched on and started sucking, pulling down the milk my body produced and drinking it like water.

Forest let out a low mewling sound as he found a quick rhythm to suck to.

The sensation was unfamiliar but not unpleasant. In fact, my dick was instantly hard and pressing into Forest’s belly.

A few seconds later, he woke up. Like, fully present and lucid awake.

I could feel the shift in him, the moment his consciousness caught up with him, and we both went still.

Forest moved his hand up to my other nipple and rolled the tip between his fingers until drops of milk covered them, and then he moved his head over and sucked on that side too.

My lungs were on lockdown, and I didn’t dare move until he finally pulled up onto his elbow and looked at me.

"Scott." His voice was sleep-rough. "What is that?"

"It’s milk." I cleared my throat and tried to play it cool. "I should have mentioned it, but I don’t think about it much, to be honest."

He was quiet for a moment as he watched a drop bubble out of my pebbled skin. "Does it hurt?”

"No, not at all.” I pushed my erection against his side, hoping to break the tension. “It actually felt surprisingly good."

He nodded slowly, taking that in. “Okay, good.”

9

FOREST

I woke up in Scott's bed with sunlight coming through the curtains and his arm still around me.

For a second, I just lay there and let my brain catch up with everything that had happened. Not only did we have sex and Scott asked me to stay over…but then I remembered when I woke up in the middle of the night, and my face went hot.

I needed a minute to think and process, and I couldn’t do that with his gorgeous body pressed against me. Also, I had to pee.

So I carefully eased out from under his arm and pulled on my jeans before slipping into the bathroom. After taking a second to clean up and rinse with his mouthwash, I grabbed my shirt from the couch and padded to the kitchen.

Soft light was coming in through the window, so I didn’t have to turn on the light to find the coffee and filters. Once I got a pot going, I stood at the counter and stared at the herbs lined up along the windowsill while I waited for it to brew.

Okay. So… Scott produced milk. I didn’t even know that was possible, but I guess I liked it because my mouth moved on instinct and started suckling like a newborn. I could blame it on being half-asleep and in an almost dreamlike state, but that wouldn’t be the full truth. Even after I woke up and realized what I was doing, I didn’t stop. I kept drinking and even moved to the other side…like I needed it.

And he let me.

My mind tried to tell me I should be weirded out by it, but I wasn't. It was just one more thing about Scott that I was starting to fall in love with. Like him, it was warm and sweet and something that felt special between us.

Drinking from him in such an intimate way made me feel special, like I belonged to him.

The coffee maker beeped, and I poured a mug. As I wrapped both hands around it to warm them up, I heard footsteps coming down the hall.