“Hey, how’d it go?” He asks through a quiet yawn. He does everything quietly when Jett’s asleep, and god, do I love that.
“Good. I made good time. I was only gone for around forty minutes.” While the construction guy was quick, the drive from Beau’s to the studio downtown took nearly twenty minutes. “You guys conked out,” I say, my eyes turning to fix on my son, who sleeps soundly next to Beau.
“He looked so sleepy. And I asked him if he wanted to lay down, and he said ‘down,’ and I freaked out because I didn’t know if he was telling me he did want to lay down or simply saying that word for the first time, so I tried to play it cool. I brought him in here, we laid down, I sang to him, and he fell asleep.” He winces a little when he spots me peering down my top at my swollen chest. “Shit, I’m sorry, I forgot he needs to eat.”
I stare down at my son, so comfortable and sweet. And he didn’t even cry when I left. I may or may not have hovered by the front door for two minutes and listened. I never heard a peep. Beau is so naturally a father.
I press my finger to my lips. Beau’s brow cinches in confusion as I motion him off the bed. He peers at Jett the entire time he slides off, keeping his hands hovering over my son’s little body in case he wakes and decides to roll off. He’s so careful, and who knew a cautious, quiet man around my son would be the thing that drops my panties but here we are.
In the hall, I curl my fingers in his shirt while sharing his focus with Jett. He keeps peering back inside the room to make sure Jett hasn’t stirred.
“I didn’t bring my pump.”
As if this was the reason I’d drug him out, he nods as if he’s been tasked with its retrieval. “I’ll go grab it,” he whispers.
I tighten my grip on his shirt.
“No, you won’t.”
Still confused, Beau whispers, “want me to wake him? I don’t have a chair like you use, but I can prop pillows up so you can feed him in the bed.”
I lick my lips. I shake my head. “Never wake a sleeping baby,” I say softly. The moment is rich with subtext, but Beau is so honed into Jett having the best first night at his place that he doesn’t understand. Not right away, at least.
“I’ll move him to the portable crib then,” he says as if he isn’t really telling me, but making a plan out loud.
Releasing one hand from his shirt, I drop it between us, and before I even cup his cock, his eyes are wide. “Ohh,” he says through a groan as my fingertips trace the crown of his cock through his basketball shorts. Immediately he begins to harden, and my already quaking pussy tingles in reaction.
“Oh,” I tease, “unless… you’d rather wake up Jett?” I blink at him, a smile waiting to emerge.
He considers Jett with a glance before looking at me. “We have to be quiet.”
I touch his arm. “Ihave to be quiet.Yourmouth will be full.”
Where my hand is holding him, he goes completely rigid at my comment. I cup him tighter, letting my fingertips discover his balls. “Fuck, I love you,” he says before he slams his mouth to mine, slaps my ass, and yanks me up, wrapping my legs around his back. He walks us back into his room where he lowers me to the side of the bed.
“Get naked,” he mouths as he makes his way to Jett. Slowly, he slides his hands beneath my son, and in one fell swoop, has him cradled to his chest. He takes cartoon-like detective steps, taking extra care as to not trip or make noise. After lowering Jett into the crib, he hovers above, waiting. With his hands out, fingers splayed, he turns to me with success written over his face. “Did it,” he mouths before giving me a thumbs up.
Those two words have him stripping down, leaving me looking at his happy trail and hard cock.
Both of us pant heavily as we stare at each other in the partial dark. Beau fists the base of his length, stroking slowly to the tip. “I can’t believe you let me have you this way,” he whispers gruffly. He doesn’t specify, but I know just what he’s referring to.
I couldn’t have ever imagined sharing my body with a man in this capacity. I never even knew that nursing broke tread from functional to erotic. Though, since Beau is the only man I’ve been with since having Jett, how would I know this is a thing? Eliciting let-down, massaging and holding me in the most intimate capacity as he drinks me down, all while my hands feed through his hair, touch his sweaty skin, and bask in the purest affection I’ve ever received.
It’s incredibly hot, much like swallowing him as he ribbons cum down my throat. But it’s more bonding somehow, too. Sharing the imperfections of my new body, allowing him to be vulnerable, and taking me that way, adds thickness to our already dense emotional bond.
“I wouldn’t have believed it either but I love what we do.”
“What’s it feel like?” he asks as he lazily pumps himself. Watching his ropy arm flex as he touches himself drives me wild between my legs.
“What does what feel like?” I ask as I tug my hair free from the messy bun and let my blonde waves curtain the sides of my breasts. He licks his lips and shifts his stance.
“Nursing. What does it feel like?”
I consider his question because nursing Jett for the sake of sustenance is much different than what Beau and I do.
“With Jett, it’s functional. I do feel a bond to him through it sometimes, but mostly, it’s just a means to an end.” I remember to keep my voice low, even though Jett has fallen into a deeper sleep now, his calm snoring all but over.
“With you, I feel desired in ways I didn’t know possible.” I know he wants a less general answer, so I hone in on the physicality of it as I force my gaze to stay on his. Though the way his shoulder tugs down more quickly has me wanting to watch him jerk himself off. But I keep my eyes on his.