Cal (A Little Christmas Season Three)

9. Simon

Chapter 9

Simon

Fuck, I liked how that sounded. I’d called myself Daddy to Cal but hearing him say it to me hit differently. It went straight to my dick and put thoughts in my head that maybe shouldn’t have been there.

Our first kiss was soft, tentative—gentle like a first kiss should be. But when his hand went down to my hard-on and he gripped my dick, I knew things were not ever gonna be the same between us.

Cal was everything I’d ever imagined from a partner. Funny and smart and caring, but also sweet and innocent and playful when he gave in to his Little side.

Stroking me through my jeans wasn’t enough, so Cal pulled back just far enough to look down at my chest. “May I?”

I’d never let anybody drink directly from me before. No one had ever expressed any interest, and my chest was not a source of sexual pleasure for me. It had always been more of an annoyance than anything else.

But Cal had a strong oral fixation that would definitely be fulfilled by sucking and drinking my milk, and that turned me on more than I imagined it could. I swallowed hard before I found the courage to speak. “Sure. I’ve never done this before, so I’m not exactly sure of the best way, but you can try.”

Cal bit his lip as he looked up at me. “I’ve been watching some videos, so I think I know what to do.”

Say what? That shocked me out of my lust-filled stupor. “What videos?”

He rocked one shoulder. “You know, lactation porn. Daddies and Littles. It’s so hot.”

What the hell? How did I not know that such a thing even existed? I mean, I’d heard guys in the brotherhood joking about that stuff, but I didn’t know they were serious. I’d never bothered to seek out that kind of porn before. “Well, then, you probably know better than I do. How do you want to do this?”

Cal’s hand snuck underneath the front of my shirt, sliding up to find my left nipple. “If you’re comfortable here, we can just try it here. But the bed might be even better.”

“Definitely my bed.” I stood up in a fluid motion, cradling Cal in my arms and carrying him to my bedroom.

He kissed along my jaw and earlobe as we walked, telling me how sexy I was and how much he’d been thinking about my milk since discovering I could make it.

I carefully placed Cal on my bed and stood back to get undressed. My shirt was the first to come up and over my head and my jeans were next, dropping to the floor with a thud. When I was wearing only my boxers, I crawled into the bed beside Cal. “Are you comfortable wearing that or would you like to put on a T-shirt and sweats? Or I could run out and get your jammies.”

“No.” He placed his hand on my bicep and held me in place. “Don’t leave me now. If it’s okay with you, I can take my clothes off too.”

“Of course.” I gave him space as he sat up and yanked his shirt over his head and then shimmied out of his jeans.

Cal was wearing mint-green boxer briefs with little frogs all over them. “This might make me come. Is that okay?”

As if he had to ask. I put my hand over my dick and dropped lower to give my balls a squeeze. “You might make me come too, so yeah. It’s okay.”

Cal carefully positioned my body so he was curled around it and his mouth was lined up with my right nipple. He looked at me with a mix of excitement and trepidation clearly written on his face. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

I leaned forward enough to kiss the tip of his nose. “You won’t hurt me, sweetheart. But I will tell you if I’m uncomfortable.”

He looked down at my nipple again before poking his tongue out and swiping across it.

Fuck . A bolt of lightning shot straight down to my balls and the response my body had was equivalent to having my prostate prodded. Fucking amazing. “Do it again.”

Cal grinned and went back in, licking over my pebbled skin before closing his lips around my full areola and sucking hard. I was surprised that it felt comparable to the pump, and was enough to trigger a letdown. He immediately started swallowing mouthfuls of milk as he moaned around me, drinking what my body produced for him as his hand slipped inside his shorts.

I knew that if I reached for my dick, I wouldn’t last more than a stroke or two, so I wrapped my hands around Cal to support him in place while he worked so diligently to find his pleasure.

“Cal, sweetheart. That feels so good.” My thumb skated up his neck as I focused on the sensations coursing through my body. “I’m so proud of you.”

His hand started to stroke faster, and I knew he was close.

Just before he reached his limit and shot his load, I pinched one of his nipples, giving him that same zap of pleasure and pain he’d been giving me as he arched up in my arms. Cal’s fist didn’t slow down and neither did his tongue as he covered his hand and belly with his own creamy goodness.

Cal’s lips parted and his head fell back against my shoulder. “Daddy.”

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” I scooped up some of his spend with my fingers and brought them to my mouth. He wasn’t the only one who wanted to taste.

My sweet boy watched me as he started stroking himself again, chasing a second orgasm that quickly rocked his whole body. After a minute of just breathing, he kissed my nipple softly. “Why did your milk make me come so hard?” He lazily stroked himself some more even though he was getting softer by the moment and his eyelids were getting too heavy to stay open. “Did you eat turkey?”

I barked out a laugh, knowing he was referring to tryptophan and the drugging effect it had on people. “Actually, my sandwich did have turkey in it, but I don’t think that’s what’s made you so sleepy.”

“No?” He slid his sticky hand down under his balls and rolled them around. “Then why?”

I reached for another fingerful of come from his belly and licked it up. “Because you’ve had an emotional day and now that you’ve finally let go of some of the tension, your body needs to rest.”

“Does your body need to rest too, Daddy?”

My body needed a lot of things but rest wasn’t one of them. “Daddy needs to make sure you have what you need, and right now, that’s a nap.” I moved down and licked up the remnants of jizz on his tummy then scooted up his body and kissed his mouth. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a little while, and when you wake up, you can paint that box while I make dinner.”

Cal smiled and nodded against me, already drifting off.

Whatever plans I’d had about moving slowly with this boy were out the window now.

We were moving full-steam ahead. If Cal wanted any part of being with me on a more permanent basis, I was there for it. No more waiting.

I’d spent long enough waiting and wondering what my future held. Now that I literally held the perfect boy in my arms, I had no intention of ever letting him go.