Chapter 7 Allen
ALLEN
Patrick's hands were on my hips as he guided me backward through my front door. We'd barely made it inside before his lips were on mine again, soft and seeking, as I tried not to climb inside of him.
Tonight had been perfect, and it was shaping up to end on a high note.
His mouth moved to my neck as he placed gentle kisses along my jaw. "Is this okay?"
I nodded and threaded my fingers through his hair. "More than okay."
He pulled back to look at me with eyes that were clearly searching mine. "I wanna do it right this time and take my time with you."
My heart squeezed at that, and I swallowed back the emotion he was so good at bringing out in me. This was nothing like our first time. There was no urgency or mystery.
This was something else entirely.
"Bedroom?"
As soon as he nodded, I took his hand and led him through the house. We passed the open living room with its comfy couch and the kitchen where I labeled so many jars of honey.
At the back of the house, my room overlooked my hives out in the yard. It was my favorite view of the house.
Before I left, I’d cleaned up a bit and made the bed because I wasn’t sure what might happen tonight. I was being hopeful at the time, but now I was glad I did it.
Patrick sat on the edge of my bed and pulled me between his knees. His warm palms slid under my shirt and held me. "Can I take this off?"
"Yes, please." Take it all off. Stat.
He lifted my shirt slowly, his knuckles dragging against my sides. Once it was off, he tossed it aside and pressed a kiss to my stomach. Then another and another, working his way up my chest. “Mmm, you smell good, sweetheart.”
I shivered under his touch as my hands gripped his shoulders for balance.
"So beautiful." He continued to kiss up my skin until he was tickling my neck. "Been thinking about doing this all night."
I helped him out of his shirt too, even more eager to touch him now that I knew his secret. His chest was broad and solid, but what caught my attention were his nipples.
The source of the milk I loved so much.
Patrick stood up and gently lay me back on the bed before crawling over me. He slowly removed the rest of our clothes while kissing my exposed skin like he was seeing me for the first time.
In some ways, I guess he was.
When we were finally both naked, he hovered over me and seemed to look right through me.
"Tell me what you need." He nipped my jaw and licked my earlobe. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
"You." My voice came out breathy as I fingered his nipples. "Just you. Inside me."
He groaned and then kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding against mine in a slow dance that made my toes curl. Patrick’s hand moved between us and wrapped around my cock. “I can make that happen.”
I gasped into his mouth as he began stroking me. My hips rolled up to meet his touch, and I reached for his cock as well.
"That's it, sweet boy." He grabbed a packet of lube that he must have removed from his pocket when I was distracted and tore it open. "Let me take care of you."
Everything about this was different from the bar. He moved slowly and deliberately, paying attention to every sound I made and every shift of my body. When Patrick finally pushed his lubed finger into me, I was already on the brink of orgasm.
“Yes, Daddy!” I tensed for just a moment when I realized what I’d said, but Patrick just moved deeper, so I relaxed and enjoyed it.
He opened me up with gentle patience. One finger turned to two, scissoring and stretching while he kissed me breathless. By the time he was rolling on the condom, I was trembling with need. "Look at me, sweetheart." Patrick held himself over me as he lined himself up.
My eyes locked with his as he pushed inside my tight channel. He went slow. Soooo slow. Giving me time to adjust and breathe, but more importantly, to feel every inch of his thick shaft.
When he was fully seated with his balls touching my skin, he lowered his forehead against mine. "You doing okay?"
"Perfect." In every sense of the word. "You're perfect."
After a quick kiss, he started moving in long, deep strokes that made me curl up into him. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing me like I was something precious. "So good," he murmured against my throat. "You feel so good for Daddy."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper. “You do too.”
He groaned, and the sound went straight to my core.
We moved together in a rhythm that was unhurried and intimate. Every thrust sent pleasure rolling through me that built slow and deep rather than racing toward the finish line.
Patrick shifted his angle and hit that spot inside me that made me cry out in pleasure as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes!”
"You like that, baby?" He pulled all the way out and shoved back in, nailing it again.
"Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop."
“Wouldn’t think of it.” He kept that angle, driving into me with steady precision while his hand moved at the same speed around my cock.
The dual sensation was overwhelming, and I whined. “I can’t stop it, Daddy.”
"Come for me, Allen," Patrick whispered. "Let me see you fall apart."
Once I had permission, I let go of the control and allowed pleasure to crash over me in waves. My whole body tensed and then released as I gasped.
“You did so good for Daddy.” Patrick held me through it, whispering soft praise against my skin.
He came too, kissing me as the rhythm of his hips faltered and he buried himself deep inside me. “Fuck!”
We stayed like that for a long moment with panting breaths and racing hearts. Then Patrick carefully pulled out and dealt with the condom before gathering me into his arms.
“Mmm…” I curled into his chest, boneless and satisfied.
His hand rubbed slow circles on my back. "You okay?"
I pressed a kiss to his collarbone and sighed. "Never better."
As I traced lazy patterns on Patrick's chest, my fingers wandered over the solid muscle to his left nipple. That's when I noticed it. A tiny bead of white milk forming at the tip.
My mouth watered as I stared, transfixed by the miracle of his body as another drop appeared.
Patrick followed my gaze and kissed the top of my head. "Side effect of arousal. Happens sometimes."
I licked my lips without meaning to, unable to look away.
"Do you want to drink it direct from me? Like we talked about." Patrick gently lifted my chin so I looked up at him. "You can, if you want. I’d like it."
I swallowed hard as I glanced at the milk again. "Are you sure?"
"Of course." He shifted onto his back and pulled me with him so I was draped across his chest. "Get in whatever position is most comfortable for you."
I angled myself over his left side, suddenly nervous about what it would feel like. I loved drinking from bottles and sucking on pacifiers, but this was different. His nipple was practically flat, and I wasn’t sure how to start. "How do I...?"
One of Patrick's hands cupped the back of my head while the other cupped his pectoral muscle, making enough skin protrude for me to grip it. "Just draw the whole thing into your mouth and suck. Once you get a good seal, you can latch on like you would with a bottle. You’ll get it."
I lowered my head and pulled his nipple into my mouth. It took a second to get the motion right, but then my tongue flattened against his skin, and milk quickly flowed after that. The first taste hit my tongue, and I moaned. It was warm and sweet and even better than from the bottle.
"That's it," Patrick murmured, his fingers threading through my hair. "Good boy. Just like that."
I relaxed against him and settled into a rhythm, suckling steadily while the milk flowed down my throat.
Patrick moved his hand to my back and rubbed soothing circles.
Everything else faded away until there was just this. Just us and the comfort of being held and fed and cared for by my Daddy.
I wasn’t surprised in the least when I felt myself slipping into Little space, that soft fuzzy headspace where everything was simple and safe.
"That's it, my sweet boy. Drink up. Daddy's got plenty for you."
My dick was hard again, but I ignored it. I didn’t want anything to distract me from the delicious milk in my tummy.
When the flow from his left side slowed, Patrick gently guided me to switch. "Other side now, sweetheart."
I latched onto his right nipple, already feeling better at finding the right position. The milk flowed easier this time, and my eyes drifted closed.
Patrick hummed a wordless tune that vibrated through his chest while his fingers stroked through my hair.
I felt so safe. So cared for. So completely accepted.
As exhaustion pulled at me, my suckling started to slow down. The combination of the amazing sex, the emotional and physical release, and then the warm milk from his chest made it impossible to keep my eyes open.
Patrick pulled the covers over me and kissed the top of my head. "You can rest, baby. I've got you."
Moments later, I drifted off still connected to Patrick, drinking in slow pulls even as sleep claimed me.