Chapter 14 Holed up #3
Wrinkling my nose, I scrolled down the notifications in our intranet app. “I do my best to avoid him. He’s sleazy.”
A growling noise made me look up again. Ernest was glaring at me with fire in his eyes, except the impact of his furious expression was somewhat dampened by the two carrots he was holding like daggers in each hand. “Say again?”
I went with the mildest tone possible. “He’s tried asking me out a few times and was having a hard time accepting a simple no. I’m convinced it was because he wanted an insider who could keep him updated on Mr. Sullivan’s affairs. I’ve been highly professional but unaccommodating.”
“He hit on you?” Ernest’s voice did a little squeak on the word “you.”
“No need to freak out. I’ve always managed to dodge his advances.”
“That sounds like harassment, Lawrie.”
Uh-oh. He was going to make a big deal out of it. “If it happens again, I’ll bring it up with HR. Happy?”
“Not really,” he grumbled.
“I’m sure he’ll leave me be as soon as he hears I’m not single anymore.”
The sentence had the desired effect. Ernest visibly relaxed, smiling softly as he diced the carrots.
“So, what are we watching?” I asked when we settled on the sofa after dinner, and Ernest grabbed the remote.
“I don’t know. What do you prefer?”
“I’m curious about your preferences.”
“Hm. Let me see…” The logo of the streaming service came to life on the big screen. “Any kind of time travel adventure with dinosaurs. Godzilla movies, preferably the Japanese production. Elves and ogres. Or…Chinese martial arts and legends?”
“In other words, you watch movies to make fun of people’s misconceptions about big reptiles.”
He grinned devilishly. “It’s amusing. You should try it.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Only a little.”
Just then, he scrolled over a poster of a comedy drama I’d wanted to see with Josh but hadn’t had the time yet. “Stop. That one.”
He squinted at the screen. “Okay.”
Except Ernest and I would probably never finish a movie.
Halfway through, we got so distracted by each other neither of us knew who the bad guy was or if there even was one.
We gave up and paused it. Now the screen was dark, and Ernest’s lips were brushing my sternum.
I shrugged out of the bathrobe impatiently and pushed my chest out, hoping he’d take a hint, but this time, he was teasing me.
He kept kissing all over my pecs, carefully avoiding my nipples.
“Please,” I whispered and tried to drag his head with both hands where I needed him—to my left nipple that ached the most.
But he gripped my wrists and put my arms above my head.
“Patience.”
I groaned. Closing my eyes, I sank deeper into the sofa cushions. In the end, he’d make me feel good. I just had to wait.
His hands joined his lips, kneading my chest, fingers pressing in circles around the areolas and pushing through the swollen flesh toward my nipples. He was massaging the milk out of me. I lifted my head so I could see, and ever so observant, Ernest put a pillow behind my neck.
True enough, at the tip of one nipple glistened a pearl of lover’s milk. As I stared, another drop grew on the other side. Ernest sipped the drops, gently brushing my nipples with his lips. My body felt like a band of overextended strings, vibrating with the barest touch.
He sat up and gathered me into his arms, positioning me so I rested in his lap with my back to his chest. His erection pressed against my ass.
“Put your head on my shoulder.”
I relaxed into him, giving myself up to whatever was about to happen.
Whatever my man would do to me, it would be either highly pleasurable or good for me.
Possibly both. Ernest grabbed my pecs, gathering the flesh in his large hands, my nipples sticking out between his thumbs and forefingers, and he began squeezing and pulling rhythmically.
My nipples tingled and throbbed, still untouched.
He was milking me.
At first, I tensed with the intensity. The pressure was almost too much, almost painful, but then not at all, and I whimpered and squirmed.
“Shh. Let go, Lawrie. Close your eyes, let go.”
Obeying his command, I breathed deeply, in sync with the rhythm of Ernest’s warm hands.
Squeeze and pull, release, squeeze and pull, release…
Low moans poured out of me, my chest hot all over, my nipples tender.
The tips seemed cooler where the liquid oozed out of me.
Ernest’s hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks, only inches away from my empty hole.
By the time Ernest turned me sideways in his lap and licked swathes over my pecs, I’d melted into jelly.
Then ever so slowly, he closed his lips around my left nipple.
After a few teasing flicks of his tongue, he opened wider and sucked, pulling the soft, bloated flesh into his mouth.
The pleasure was immediate and devastating.
I couldn’t do anything but lie there and moan while sparks of joy spread through my torso, enveloping my erection and slick hole.
I felt the milk pour out—the sensation in the very tip of my throbbing nipple was subtle but mind-blowing.
The best thing? Ernest did it for ages.
Alternating sides, he sucked on my nipples, stroking them with his tongue, massaging around them. I lay sprawled on the sofa, my arms and legs liquefied while Ernest made love to me in this strange, marvelous way.
The pleasure was sharp and unforgiving at first, making my hole ache and cock twitch, but later, it simmered through me, tremendous but merciful, deeply satisfying on its own.
A sweet, slow climax flowed through me, making my hole gush slick.
My body must have embraced its new purpose because the milk kept coming, and Ernest drank it all, his low groans adding to the sensations in my chest.
As my mind drifted, it wrapped itself around Ernest; the wet heat of his mouth, his warm hands, the weight of him pinning my lower body to the sofa, his breaths, swallows, and quiet growls.
After a while, he was all I could think about.
How smart and generous he was, how selfless and patient with me.
I wanted to give him something back for all the tenderness and love he’d already given me.
I wished I could give him more of myself.
And then I realized it was exactly what I was doing now.
The tightness and pulling on the tissue underneath my nipple became even more distinct, and with a contented smile, I placed my hand on Ernest’s neck.
Something essential was forming in my body, it poured into Ernest, and the almost sacred ritual tied us together.
We could have fucked in a thousand different ways, but nothing we’d done felt as intimate as this. I’m nursing my lover, and it’s amazing.
“You don’t have to ask,” I said in a low voice so I wouldn’t disturb the hush that had fallen over us.
“You don’t have to wait and guess whether I want it or not.
” I had to speak slowly as small moans and pants interspersed my words.
“You can drink from me whenever you want. If you wake up in the middle of the night, hungry for me, just take what you want. Push me against the wall during the day, or just stop your car on the curb. I’ll give you anything you want, anytime, anywhere. ”
He hummed in response and dug his hands into my sides. The suction intensified for a moment, and then he switched sides again, sucking vigorously.
“I want you to keep a piece of me inside you.”
With trembling hands, I cupped Ernest’s head, and he looked up at me with his lips wrapped tight around my right pec. His blue-yellow gaze overflowed with love and desire, and my own eyes prickled with tears.
“I’m falling for you,” I whispered.
His pupils flared, and his growl resonated through my ribcage.
He sneaked his hands under my back and gripped me tight as he sucked harder than ever, drawing my flesh deep into his wide-open mouth.
The twinge of pain made me gasp. He latched onto the other side, sucking with the same intensity.
He let go with a pop, and blood pulsed in my glistening, drawn-out nipples.
Frantic, he ripped his sweats down his legs and freed his erection. He guided me to straddle him and held his dick for me. As soon as I sat down, his mouth was on my chest again. I bowed back, pushing my abused nipples into his face. He licked and bit them, pinched, and sucked, and I was on fire.
His cock jabbed right into the mouth of my womb, and I welcomed the fantasies when they flooded me again. This time, I refused to feel confused or torn. I reveled in them.
Fuck my womb open. Breed me. I want you to change me, pump me full of your cum, and make me yours forever. Fuck me deep and get me pregnant. Knock me up. Please.
Visions of myself with a big stomach and full, round pecs took over my mind. I could see myself riding Ernest’s dick while he held my belly between us, and milk ran down my torso in rivulets. Not clear liquid like lover’s milk, no. The milk in my dreams was thick and white.
The image of me heavily pregnant, orgasming in Ernest’s lap, sent me over the edge. I ground down on his cock and shrieked from the intensity of my climax. It exploded from my chest, my hole, and my cock at the same time. My vision went black.
Ernest flipped me on my back, and his dick drilled into me, making my body shake and jerk back and forth. The rough assault prolonged my orgasm until I wailed, my insides clenching in a staccato rhythm. Ernest collapsed on top of me, his hips jerking as his cock spilled cum deep inside me.
“You’re mine,” he bit out, hoarse. “All of you.”
Panting, I stroked his sweaty hair and neck. I wouldn’t protest his claim. When our breathing got slower, Ernest spoke again, his voice low and gentle. “I love you, Lawrie, body and soul, and always will.”
I believed him. He’d love me until we’d die because his love for me was in his nature. It was written in his genes. How lucky was I that this magnificent man had fallen for me? I wanted to love him just as much. It’d be the easiest thing, like falling; I’d simply let it happen.