She inhales sharply, and we kiss again until… something warm rolls down my hand, sliding down the inside of my wrist. I lift my hand between us, turning my arm to see.
“Yeah, I should have warned you that might happen,” she says quietly, and it’s then I realize…it’s milk.I look down and see a lone stream of white curling beneath her breast, trailing from her nipple.
“Oh my god,” I ground out, my entire body pulsing hard. My dick is at the point of no return and she isn’t even touching me.
“Are you weirded out?” she asks, her whisper a little frantic.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” I lick my lips, watching as the drop on my wrist disappears. “I’m very turned on.” I shake my head, feeling incredibly self conscious out of nowhere. I’ve never felt that before. I mean, I’ve never had a reason to.
“You breastfeeding. I…it’s beautiful when I see you with Jett. And then when it’s just us, I’m like, fucking…tantalizedby it. I don’t know.” I take a deep breath and exhale. “I’m so fucking attracted to you, Beck.”
She takes my hand, cupping it to her breast. Her hands cover mine, and she urges me to continue kneading. After a moment, she lifts her hands, leaving me to rub her swollen breasts alone. I’msoglad I still have my jeans on. My cockhead is pressed painfully against my fly, but if it weren’t, who the fuck knows what would have happened by now.
I’ve been leaking cum for the last five minutes. That’sneverhappened to me, ever. And I thought at age twenty-six I’d run out of firsts. That I’d discovered all the things I could about my cock by now. He and I have been acquainting ourselves for years, after all.
But apparently not.
She smiles. I don’t know what the hell she’s gonna say, so when she opens her mouth, my heart almost stops.
“I’m so wet right now.”
Oh fuck. “Be-ck,” I draw out, letting my eyes close for a second.
“I’m going to give you a blow job tonight, Beau. Okay?” My eyes pop open and meet hers. She nods, her eyes hazy but serious. Her cheeks are flushed, and that makes my chest puff with pride. She is as turned on as me. Beck’s so strong she’s sometimes hard to read, and I feel relieved to know I’m not alone in this incredibly fucking cum-worthy moment.
“Okay,” I nod. I’d bark like a goddamn dog if she told me to. I’d quit Wrench Kings if she told me to.
“But first,I want you to taste me.”
Oh god, my mouth starts to water at the idea of discovering her pussy with my tongue. But she grips one of my hands kneading her breasts and wiggles.
She wants me to taste her milk.
Cum bubbles at the slit of my cock, dribbling down my swollen, aching shaft. My boxers are sticky against my skin, but goddamn,tasting her. I won’t seal my mouth to her tit tonight—no, I can’t do that. I’ll lose my fucking mind if I do, and neither of us are ready for that. We’re moving slowly.
I look down at my hands, deciding on the right. I knead her breast, full and warm. God, this tit pressed against me during missionary, against my back during a reach around, in my face while she’s in my lap…
“I love your body,” I pant as I milk her right breast. Streams of white cream trickle freely down my hand and forearm. I should have tasted it by now, but I am so fascinated watching it. My cock is leaking more and more. My mouth is fucking Sahara dry.
“Taste me, Beau,” she whispers, and I raise my hand to my mouth, bringing my milk-painted skin to my lips. I lick her off me, surprised at how sweet and rich she tastes. Butter almost. So addictively good.
“Fuck,” I groan, licking more of her off my arm. Savoring each drop, I continue to knead and lick before forcing myself to stop. My tongue was just so close to her nipple. My mouth could have easily slid along the curve of her breast, latched onto the dark pebbled skin, suckled anddrankwhile my hand slipped between her legs.
But we’re taking it slow.
“Well?” she asks.
“Fuuck.”
“Good fuck or bad fuck?” Her lips twitch, and I know she knows nothing about what I did was bad–for either of us–because her neck and chest are pink from my attention.
“Well, if you want to suck me, the window is getting shamefully small.”
Her broad grin stretches across her face, and it feels like it reaches into my chest, making everything go full and tight. “I better do it then.”
Reaching out, I watch her gaze follow her hands, studying herself carefully as she slides the button of my jeans out, giving my cock one extra centimeter of breathing room. When she tugs my zipper down I can’t help but suck in an anticipatory breath. Our eyes lock. Her bottom lip folds under her teeth as she fishes me out of my boxers, mouth falling apart when she fills her hands.
Fists stacked, fingers curled, both of her hands wrap tight around my cock as she brings her body closer to mine on the couch. The way she moves while holding me tight sends a jolt of urgency up my spine. She releases me long enough to push her hair behind her back, exposing the full tapestry of her upper body to me. What a fuckin’ sight.