Chapter 10 Lover’s Milk #2
Ernest sucked with firm, long pulls of his hot mouth, drawing the strange liquid out of me, and my torso tingled with blissful relief.
Holy hell! That felt fucking amazing. He switched sides, sucking on my other pec, and moaned, the sound almost painful.
He clutched me to him as if he were drowning and I was his lifeline.
The power of his desire overwhelmed me, and combined with the sweet sensations in my chest, it made me defenseless against him.
I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me. Again.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the wood.
The feeling of him doing that to me became so powerful I lost track of time or place.
When he opened wider and sucked harder, drawing my flesh into his mouth, I almost came, my hole twitching and cock jerking.
I wanted him to suck me dry, consume me, fucking eat me alive… My moans echoed in the empty apartment.
By the time he got his fill, my knees were buckling under me, and I was whimpering with need.
He swung us around, and I landed on the bed.
Ernest opened his pants, and I slid the underwear he’d given me down my legs in a hurry.
Holding my legs under my knees, I folded myself in half and showed him my aching hole, making it abundantly clear what I wanted from him.
He knelt in front of the bed, then his cock was in me, and all was well.
Damn, I needed this man to breathe! Firm, long fucks, deep and perfect, and mmm, yes, right there…
He brushed his hands over my torso, pushing the lapels of my shirt away so my reddened, wet nipples were exposed to his possessive gaze.
He stared at them with hungry eyes while he fucked me faster and faster, the bed creaking.
He made me feel so powerful and sexy I only wanted to give him more.
I let go of my legs and pushed my chest up, imagining how I must look with the raw, drawn-out nubs sticking up toward him.
Ernest roared, and I bit my fist so I wouldn’t shriek with the power of my orgasm.
He slammed into me a few more times before he slumped over me.
His lips found mine while he caressed my still tingling chest.
We kissed, rocking together, and I savored the knowledge that his cum was in me. Then he laid his head on my shoulder and exhaled a loud breath.
“God, Lawrie. Your taste. Was that okay? Will you let me do it again?” His voice quivered, and a wave of achy tenderness washed over me. I hugged him to me and kissed his head, his hair tickling my face. His lovely scent made me sigh.
What did we do? Oh yeah, I…nursed him. It didn’t feel weird at all, only mind-blowingly arousing. Now, the strange ache in my pecs was gone, replaced with a relaxed feeling, as if I’d received a massage.
“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say. My brain was mush after the orgasm. It was so nice to just hold him and be held; I wanted to forget about all the baggage he came with and just be.
The door to the apartment banged, and I stiffened.
Ernest lifted his head, his eyes wide.
“It’s Josh, my roommate.”
We couldn’t shower. The only bathroom in the apartment was next to Josh’s room. Frantic, we wiped the worst of the mess with paper tissues, and I had to push out the cum into Ernest’s palm again. He might have thought I didn’t notice the flare of lust in his eyes when I did that, but I saw.
“You’re into that, aren’t you?” I whispered.
He balled up the stained tissues and threw them into the bin under my desk. “Yup.”
I shook my head and dressed quickly.
“Lawrence? You’re home?” Josh’s voice came way too close to the door.
“A minute!” I yelled back.
Josh grumbled something unintelligible, and the sound of his steps disappeared. He must have gone to his room.
“Do you want me to sneak out and wait outside? Or…” Ernest looked adorably flustered.
“Do we smell like sex?”
He grimaced. “Probably.”
But I couldn’t send Ernest away. Not only didn’t I want to be separated from him, not even by a mere couple of doors for a few minutes, but it felt plain wrong. He’s my brand-new boyfriend. Nothing weird about it.
“Come and meet Josh.”
Ernest grinned excitedly.
Dressed and as put-together as we could manage, we exited my room, and immediately, Josh peeked out of his.
“There you are,” he exclaimed, his eyes traveling up and down Ernest with half-admiration, half-amusement. I’d never hear the end of this.
“Hi, Josh. We’re just picking up some things. I’ll be staying over at Ernest’s tonight.” And tomorrow night. Then for about eighty years after that if he gets his way.
“Sure,” Josh leered, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Name’s Josh.” He offered his hand to Ernest, who shook it, flashing a polite smile.
“Nice to meet you, Josh. I’m Ernest.”
“Damn, you’re tall. So, Ernest, what are your intentions with my boy?” Josh asked, completely serious, and I wanted to kick him.
But Ernest didn’t miss a beat. “I saved him from a big bad dragon, now I’m bringing him out for brunch, and then into my castle for an afternoon of debauchery.”
It was a marvelous sight how Josh’s mouth opened and closed two times before he glared at me. I patted Ernest’s upper arm.
“You’re fine on your own,” I told him. “I’ll finish in the bedroom and come pick you up.”
I heard them chatting through the open door while I packed the last odd pieces I figured I might need over the next few days.
“The big bad dragon was who?” Josh asked.
“Davidson Sullivan. He’s an old friend, but I got the feeling he doesn’t appreciate his employees as much as he should. So I kidnapped Lawrie from the New Year’s Eve gala.”
“Lawrie, huh?”
“It suits him.”
“Meh. What do you do for a living?”
“I’m an aerospace engineer. I design planes.”
“For whom?”
“I’m a free agent. I work on a project basis, sometimes for the government, sometimes for private companies. Depending on what strikes my interest.”
“Hm. That’s cool, I guess.”
“And you? What do you do?”
“I’m an assistant chef.”
“Really?”
I grinned at the enthusiasm in Ernest’s voice when I zipped up the bag and walked into the living room.
“Yes, Ernest is a total foodie, and you can talk about it next time. Bye, Josh! Say ‘bye Ernest and Lawrence.’”
“Bye, Ernest and Lawrence,” Josh repeated obediently while I dragged Ernest out of the door.
Then I realized what I’d said. Next time. Oh for fuck’s sake, I was in too deep, wasn’t I? Not only hadn’t I managed to sustain the no-sex rule, not even for twelve hours at a time, but I was already counting on Ernest staying in my life. Was I crazy?
The brunch was superb. Fancy places made me nervous, but Ernest chose a small café with an almost pub-like atmosphere, and the patrons were a mixed crowd, so I easily relaxed and enjoyed myself. The food was all vegetarian and absolutely delicious.
“This is lovely, thanks.”
“I know, right? I love this place.”
“You come here often?”
“When I’m in Ardaine, yes.”
“You mentioned earlier that you travel a lot for work.” I diligently spread butter on a triangle of whole-grain toast, looking anywhere but at Ernest.
“I do. I’m based here, and my parents live here, but I work on a project basis, so I’ve been staying in various places around the country for months at a time.”
“Ah.”
“Lawrie.” I looked up, and Ernest peered at me over his coffee mug. “Are you wondering how you fit into that?”
“No, it’s your job, I mean…”
He put the coffee on the table and leaned forward, gazing into my eyes in that disconcertingly intense way of his.
“Right now, I’m in Ardaine. The only travels I have planned are conferences, a few days at a time.
But later, if it becomes an issue again, we decide together.
If it’s somewhere you want to go, we go together.
If it’s not, I take on another project.”
I frowned. “You say it like it’s easy.”
His dark eyebrows flew up. “It’s not?”
I didn’t know if his relentless optimism was lovable or would irritate me until I turned prematurely gray.
Time would show. “You have an important career, and I’m stuck here.
It’s only a question of time before it becomes an issue.
People with incompatible goals and careers end up resenting each other. ”
“Lawrie, you still don’t get it, do you?”
There were so many things about him I didn’t get. Like how in the hell did he even exist? I made a sour face. “Enlighten me.”
He grabbed my hand on the table, and I didn’t pull away because I really, truly liked him holding my hand. I needed his touch and was tired of denying myself. “I’m trying hard not to overwhelm you even more than I already have.” He gave me a sad smile.
“I think we were past that around the point I saw your face do that thing.” I made a gesture that was supposed to represent the way his dragon muzzle grew, and he had the grace to wince.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Was it, really? “Please, continue.”
Squeezing my hand, he found my gaze and held it.
“Everything I’ve ever done has led me to this moment.
To you. I’ve only been biding my time until I met you.
You are the most important thing in my life, Lawrie, and your happiness is my most important goal.
Everything else is secondary. Figuring out the logistics of our relationship so you’re happy is honestly a fun project for me. ”
Yes, he could still overwhelm me even more.
He sounded excited about his “project” as he called it, while I struggled to inhale and my heart sprinted.
Did he seriously intend to rebuild his life around little me?
He reached over the table, and his fingers gently brushed my chin, making me close my gaping mouth.
“Are you finished, or do you want dessert?” he asked conversationally.
“I’m full, thanks,” I managed.
He let go of my hand and slid his phone into his jacket pocket. “Can we drop by a store? I want to take you flying, and you’ll need extra clothes for that.”
I blinked. “Flying.”
“Yes. You asked about it yesterday, and I thought it might be something you’d want to try?”
My stupid heart picked up even faster. Could I truly fly with him? “Ernest, I’m still processing the past seven shocks you’ve provided. Are you sure you want to add flying into the mix?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “C’mon. It’ll be fun.”
“I won’t die, will I?”
His eyebrows scrunched together, and he glared at me sternly. “No, you definitely won’t.”
I sighed, balled up my napkin, and threw it into my empty plate. “Okay.”
“The place is only a few blocks away. We can walk.”
I gave Ernest a skeptical squint when he dragged me to what looked like an MC gear shop.
“Trust me,” he said and winked.
A beefy, tattooed alpha in faded jeans and a leather jacket held the door open for us as he stepped out of the store.
He smiled at me through his big bushy beard.
When we entered, Ernest led me past several aisles of shelves overflowing with unidentifiable gadgets until we stood by a wall of helmets.
He skimmed a few inscriptions, then picked one. He thrust it right on my head.
“Hey!” I protested.
He tugged on it, jostling me a little, peeked under my chin and on my neck.
“Sits well?”
“Yeah. But I don’t like that I need it.”
“Just a precaution,” Ernest said lightly.
I pulled the thing off and ran my hand through my hair. The black helmet looked sleek and elegant, no weird graphics or statements on it. It would do.
You’re buying a helmet so you can fly a dragon.
I pushed the thought away.
“Can I help you?” The clerk was an older man, looking nothing like someone I’d expect at an MC store. He was clean-shaven, wore cargo pants and a white button-down, and gave off a little of a hippie vibe with his long, graying blond hair and a colorful necklace.
“Hi. Yes. My boyfriend here needs pants and a jacket. No leathers, please. Cordura or Kevlar, something simple and understated, warmer. We go up into the mountains often.”
“Of course, follow me.”
Boyfriend. Cool. Cool. Sure. I’d come to the same conclusion, hadn’t I?
Ten minutes later, I stood in the changing room, staring at my skinny body wrapped in tight black something.
The material was sturdy but very clingy, and combined with the balaclava, the clothes made me look like I was about to suspend myself on wires into a museum, incapacitate a battalion of security guards, and steal a pink diamond. I grimaced.
“Can I see?” Ernest asked from behind the curtain.
“Um. I guess.”
The curtain moved, and he peeked inside.
“Wow. Lawrie.” The breathy quality of his voice made me blush.
“I look like I’m going to rob a bank.”
“You won’t need the balaclava down here. But it’s nice to have if we ever go more north.”
His gaze ran all over my body, the expression on his face hungry, and my heart sped up.
“Turn around,” he rasped.
I glared at him. Was he going to ogle my ass?
“Please,” he added.
Rolling my eyes, I turned, facing the wall.
“Damn.”
“You said I need it for safety,” I remarked.
“It’s just that you look delicious when you’re all safe.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“How are you doing in there?” the clerk’s voice rang loudly.
“Excellent,” Ernest replied.
I swiveled on my socked feet, ending face to face with the clerk.
“Very good. Lift your arms.”
I did as he told me, and he tugged on the edge of the jacket.
“The length is perfect, size a little loose around your shoulders, but that’s good if you need a sweater underneath.”
At least he was practical and not ogling me.
“Try squatting, please.”
The pants squeaked in the seams when I lowered myself, but the fabric adjusted quite comfortably.
“We’ll take it,” Ernest said, and I sighed.
I did my best to avoid looking at the price tags. It wouldn’t do me any good.