Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

6. Shawn

Chapter 6

Shawn

“Everything.”

That word echoed in my head as I followed Kasper inside and he locked the door. In my imagination, I’d envisioned our first time as Daddy and Little. But that scenario was tossed out as Kasper walked backward holding my hand and dragging me into his bedroom.

The bed was made and the room was neat. I was in Daddy mode, and I had to turn off the Daddy and be the partner Kasper deserved.

His confidence wobbled a little when I glanced around the room. “Did you want anything? Water?”

Moving closer, I placed a hand on one side of his face and tilted his head so we were gazing at one another. “Just you.” I pressed my mouth on his and sighed at the pillowy softness. He took advantage of my parted lips and stuck his tongue between them, teasing me, before pulling out.

We moseyed to the edge of the bed and toppled onto the mattress, me on top.

His ragged breathing matched my own, as did his engorged cock, hard and firm beneath me. Placing my hands on either side of him, I bucked my hips, rubbing my arousal over his.

My nipples leaked but the pads absorbed it. I didn’t want my milk to be a distraction. Not tonight. I willed my milk not to let down when we fucked.

I should’ve pumped before our date, like I always did. But with Kasper, it didn’t feel right—like I’d be hiding who I was from him. This wasn’t the time for second-guessing myself, and I pushed it down so I could focus on giving him the pleasure he deserved.

Kasper's breath emerged in tiny gasps while his eyes locked on my own. I slid off him, propping myself up on one elbow, while I undid his buttons. They popped open, almost in slow motion, and the tension increased as more of his chest was revealed.

Our chests heaved in unison, but Kasper had apparently run out of patience and he tugged his shirt out of his pants and yanked it open.

“Hurry,” he begged as he fumbled with his pants button.

But I brushed his hand away, preferring to take it slow, to keep the tension so tight we could almost smell it, reminding me of the build-up to a huge storm. My skin prickled as goosebumps paraded over it.

“Let me.” I tugged the zipper, lowering the pull tab agonizing slowly over the chain.

I licked my lips as I studied the hard ridge under his briefs, and I trailed my fingers over it, making Kasper shiver. He lifted his hips and shimmied his pants over his hips and kicked them off.

“My turn.” I kneeled at his feet before parting his legs and shuffling between them. I slowed my breathing, worried I’d hyperventilate, as I lowered his briefs and his cock bounded out, hard and pink and needing to be stroked and sucked.

Kasper lifted his legs, and I got rid of his briefs before he sat up.

“So not fair. You’re still dressed.” He made a grab for the bulge at my crotch, but I slid off the bed and ripped off my shirt with the nursing pads before wriggling out of my pants and underwear.

“Happy now?”

His eyes widened, and the tip of his tongue appeared between his lips. “Very happy.” He plopped onto the mattress and grabbed lube from the nightstand, before lifting his knees and stroking his cock.

I crawled over the mattress, thankful I wasn’t leaking—not yet, anyway—and got between Kasper's parted legs. His glazed eyes matched the lazy tugging of his cock. With my fingers covered in lube, I fingered him, in and out, and he lifted his hips and tugged his dick harder.

With my weight on one hand, the other guided my cock to his entrance and probed it. He gasped and clasped it, easing the head inside him. Droplets of milk trickled from my nipples and spilled onto Kasper while he urged me to fill him. He was so tight, and warm, and I was such a snug fit, I struggled to catch my breath. This was where I was supposed to be.

I slid in further, and Kasper draped his arms around my neck, his gaze not on my face but between our bodies as my dick claimed his ass. And when I was lodged in his depths, his face lit up in a wicked grin.

Wriggling and bucking his hips, he whispered, his husky voice sending chills through me, “Fuck me, Shawn. Hard.”

I kissed a trail from his lips, over the soft delicate skin on his throat to his nipple as my cock moved in and out of him.

Flicking his nipple and grabbing it with my teeth, I mumbled, “Like this?” I clamped down on the hard point, and he yelped, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking it.

That delicious mingling of pain and pleasure had me thrusting into him, once, twice, three times below slowing and easing into him inch by inch.

“You’re fucking with me,” he panted while lifting his head and licking around my mouth.

“Fucking you, more like it.” My nostrils flared, and I plowed into him, his body jerking with each thrust.

Sweat and saliva mingled, along with my milk, as our bodies slid over one another.

“I need you closer.” Kasper lifted his legs, wrapped them around me, and squeezed. He angled his hips so I slid in deeper. Heat surged through my veins, convincing me my temperature had increased.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and nibbled the sensitive skin while my cock penetrated him. Both of us panted, and Kasper mumbled how much he loved my cock.

Peppering kisses over his jaw, I plunged into him, relishing his little gasps, whimpers, and moans. I brushed hair off his face as his breathing sped up and his eyelids threatened to close.

A car roared outside, reminding me the world outside still existed. I nibbled the soft part of his ear and whispered how I loved being inside him.

“I can’t last much longer,” he panted as sweat dribbled over his face.

“I’ve got you.”

There were no more words. Just thrusting and grunting as my cock filled him and our bodies, coated in sweat, moved in tandem. Even our breathing was in harmony.

Kasper shivered and arched his back, his mouth wide open. My nipples leaked, milk dripping onto his skin, already glistening with sweat. I longed for him to suckle, but he was close to orgasm, mewling when I surged into him.

He cried out my name and cum erupted over us. I pumped into him, and my body stiffened as I let go, my cum streaming into him.

His head flopped to the side, his legs became limp, and we lay together, my arms around him, our limbs in a tangled mess.