Page 8 of Soothed By Daddy
It had been a long time since I’d sat and talked to someone with no ulterior motive and where I felt a genuine connection. Maybe it was one-sided, maybe not, but it felt like we were destined to be friends. And friends could share milk, right?Right.
When dinner was over, I helped clear the table and carry my plates to the sink. I also wiped down the table while he finished rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. Cyrus told me I did a good job, and it was hard not to peacock under his compliments.
When it was done, we went back into the living room, where I finally noticed he had a couch with a chaise lounge section on the end. He sat with his legs stretched out along the chaise lounge and then leaned back and placed a pillow against the armrest ofthe couch. It was similar to his previous position but probably more comfortable for him.
Today, Cyrus unbuttoned his shirt instead of taking it all off. It left a frame around his chiseled abs and smooth pecs. I swallowed my tongue at the sight. Something in the air shifted and made it so much heavier. A bead of liquid formed on his nipple as I stared at his chest. Cyrus gently massaged his pecs, probably to encourage the letdown, but I was a little jealous I wasn’t the one to do it.
Silently, he waved me over and helped get me set up so I could suckle him. My head was again propped on the pillow resting on his lap. I was close enough to feel the heat from his body and smell his woodsy scent, a mix of aftershave, deodorant, and pure Cyrus.
My mouth was close to his bare chest, and it was a tempting sight. The slightly sweet scent of impending milk filled my nose, and I smacked my lips in anticipation.
“Thirsty, dino boy?”
“I’m super-duper thirsty.”
Cyrus carded his fingers through my hair and guided my mouth toward his nipple. When I was close, I tentatively flicked my tongue across the tight nub. Instantly, a milky drop appeared.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly. “Latch on.”
I fitted my lips around him and flattened my tongue against his nipple. With my mouth fully in position, I felt the steady stream of milk hit my tongue. It was sweet and smooth and warm. I sucked and pulled and sipped until he was completely depletedon one side. My lips were tight against his skin and he used his finger to break the latch.
“You’re such a good boy for taking all of it,” Cyrus said softly. His fingers had been combing through my hair while I’d suckled him, and I desperately wished it wasn’t only his chest I was available for sucking. “Ready for the other side?”
I nodded sleepily. My tummy was almost full, and the suckling released whatever that chemical was that made you feel good. Dopamine? Serotonin? I dunno. One of them.
“Still thirsty,” I pouted, just in case he’d changed his mind in the last three seconds. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. I wanted every bit of Cyrus’s milk, not a single drop wasted. It was precious stuff.
“Shh, it’s okay. There’s more, silly boy.” With some help, Cyrus shifted to present me with his other side.
I’d been jealous that he’d massaged himself to start his letdown on the first side, so before he could do anything, I reached up and put my hand on his still-full pec. His muscles jumped beneath my fingers, but Cyrus never said stop. His breath hitched, but my exploration continued. My thumb brushed against his tightly erect nipple and another drop of milk appeared. I explored his skin until his rueful chuckle caught my attention.
“I’m going to start leaking soon if you don’t get on with it.”
Heeding the warning, I latched onto Cyrus’s nipple. I flicked my tongue over it to start his flow and sealed my mouth around it. The last thing I wanted was to miss any bit of my milkies.
“You’re doing such a good job of taking all of my milk. You’re so sweet to help me.” As he spoke, his hand drifted over me. His fingers lifted through my hair, his other hand lightly stroked my chest, and even within my tight training pants, my dick swelled. I was lying on my back, so I knew it had to be obvious. But I wasn’t embarrassed by it because beneath me, I felt Cyrus’s dick do the same.
I pushed the need for more out of my mind and concentrated on draining him. I’d suckled most of him dry already, but I wanted to make sure I was thorough on both sides because it didn’t seem fair to have favorites. Even after all of his milk was gone, I stayed latched to him, continuing to play with the little nipple trapped in my mouth.
“Dino boy, I think you’re trying to use me as a chew toy.” Cyrus broke the latch and my head fell back onto the pillow. I flushed a little at his words, I didn’t want to chew on him, but there were a few other things I’d like to suck.
I stared into his eyes. I knew I was supposed to get up and continue with my evening, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“No biting ’cause that’s mean, and if I’m mean, then no milkies for me,” I said.
“That’s right. Biting is bad, and so that must make you a good dinosaur.” Cyrus’s silliness made me giggle, and I caught a secret smile from him.
My dangly bits hadn’t gone down. His pretty eyes drew me in, but my focus drifted to his mouth. Those lips were made for kissing. If he’d let me, I’d nibble, no biting.
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CYRUS
Keeping hands off George got harder by the minute. Last time, I’d forced my body to remain neutral, but now it was a lost cause. He’d snuggled down in my lap and looked at me like the only snack on the menu. My cock wouldn’t listen to a damn thing I said.
“You’re my good dinosaur,” I said, surprising myself. Again. This man managed to drag the damnedest things out of me. There were no regrets, though, because George’s chest stopped moving when his breath hitched. My thumb brushed across his full bottom lip where a drop of milk remained.
George caught my wrist and drew my thumb into his mouth with a slow, deliberate pull. He sucked it inside his mouth with a moan. My cock pulsed. Once again, George’s gaze moved between my eyes and mouth.
