Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

8. Shawn

Chapter 8

Shawn

“I want to show you something.” Kasper swung the phone around so I could see his bed and something else beside it. “It was folded and packed away when you were here.”

“It’s adorable.” I adjusted my position on the couch and peered at the screen. He was showing me a folding crib that was for a toddler I guessed. Small for an adult, but the camera was shaking and his hesitant voice suggested he was worried about my reaction.

“Are you sleeping in there tonight?”

He turned the camera around, allowing me to see his face. “Maybe. I’m sleepy.”

“Get settled, and I’ll read you a story.”

I raced into my spare room and dragged a box from the closet. I’d bought kids’ picture books years ago, wanting to be prepared for my Little. They’d been gathering dust ever since.

When I returned, Kasper was in the crib, wriggling into a baby sleeping bag, one with arms with the phone propped up on the mattress. He held his bottle in one hand, before placing it in the other one, and I winced as he twisted his body in the small space, reminding me of a contortionist.

He was huffing when he got into position, which was him lying on his side, his knees tucked under his chin. I made a mental note to have an adult-sized crib made.

Except… I wasn’t his Daddy—not officially. That gift would have to wait until… when?

I plastered a smile on my face and held the book up so Kasper could read the title. He shoved the teat in his mouth and started sucking, and my nipples reacted, spurting milk over my chest. But I ignored it as my bathrobe absorbed it and Kasper couldn’t see my chest.

“Comfortable?” I should have asked him if he peed, but I hesitated because he'd have to get out of that damned contraption and back into it. Maybe he was wearing a diaper, but he was so cute snuggled up sucking his bottle, I didn’t want to disturb the mood.

He nodded and, with his free hand, clutched his favorite blankie. I started reading, holding the book in such a way that he could see the pics. He did his best to stay awake, but his eyes fluttered closed and the teat slipped from his mouth. Wishing I was with him to remove the bottle, I continued until, “The end.”

I watched him until the timer on his night light turned off, and even then I waited, listening to his even breathing. Rather than disconnecting, I climbed into bed and placed the phone beside the pillow. It was the best sleep I’d had since the night we first had sex.

“Morning,” a voice trilled in my ear.

My eyes snapped open, and I rolled over, expecting Kasper to greet me with a smile and a kiss. Maybe his morning wood. He did, but the first two were remote, and I never found out if he was hard.

In the evening, we ate dinner in our respective homes and chatted about our day. His voice, the way he cocked his head and sucked sauce from the spoon, the milk let down and seeped into my shirt.

“You’re wriggling.” Kasper put his face close to the screen. “Do you need to pump?”

He’d been paying attention. “I do. But it can wait.”

Kasper dipped his head. “Can I watch while you pump… Daddy?” He shoved a thumb in his mouth and grabbed his blankie, twisting it between his fingers.

“Okay.” My pump was charged, and I leaned the phone on a cushion, hoping the angle was right. I held up the pump, pointing out the suction cup, and he leaned in close, his head bobbing, saying he couldn’t see well. After adjusting the phone’s position, I attached the suction cup to one nipple, and Kasper sucked air in through his teeth.

“I wish it was me, Daddy,” he whined and rubbed the blanket over his cheek. Turning the pump on, I felt that familiar tugging and prickling sensation as the cup latched on. It was two seconds of “Wow, this hurts,” followed by relief as milk pumped into the bottle and the tension left my shoulders.

Kasper disappeared from the screen and was sucking his bottle when he returned. Spots of pink appeared on his chest, and he wriggled, rolling from one side to the other. Damn, I couldn’t see what he was doing.

He removed the bottle from his mouth, but I couldn’t see his other hand.

“I want to do something, Daddy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?” The pump’s gentle purring didn’t require me to raise my voice.

“Stroke myself.” His face disappeared as he lowered the camera and the screen filled with his arousal. “May I?”

“Yes.” He didn’t need my permission, but I relished him trusting me enough to ask if he could jerk off.

The cock vanished and was replaced by his grinning face. He struggled to keep his eyes open as he sucked on the teat and his hand got busy tugging his dick.

“We’re both pumping, Daddy.” Kasper was mumbling with the teat between his lips while his body rocked, reminding me of a boat swaying as it was met by rippling waves.

Kasper’s breathing sped up, and he bit down on the teat and his eyes clamped shut. He grunted, and milk spurted from my nipple. My body tingled watching him pleasure himself, and my dick hardened. I was tempted to jerk off too, but making sure Kasper climaxed was more important.

The bottle fell from his lips as his mouth widened.

“I want to come, Daddy.”

“You can.”

His head fell back, and he shrieked, “I’m coming.”

There was silence apart from his ragged breathing and the pump’s humming.

When Kasper opened his eyes, he pulled a face. “I made a mess, Daddy.”

“Wipe yourself and shower. I’ll wait and read you another story.”

He clapped. “Goodie.” He bent over and showed me the bottle. “It fell on the floor.”

“You know what to do.”

“Yeah. I need to sterilize it and get another one for bed.”

“Good boy.”