"Ooh, that sounds good." It did. And as amazing as that sounded, I couldn't stop thinking about the milky delight that was only inches from my lips. I loved that he was giving me a way out of the conversation if it was making me uncomfortable. And it was, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want the answer.
"Did you want something to drink before getting up, baby boy?"
"Was I that obvious?" Of course I was. I’d never been good about hiding what I wanted. Expressing it, that I sometimes struggled with.
"Kinda, but you never have to be embarrassed about asking me."
"I know, but this is gonna sound… I don't know what it's gonna sound like, but I buy milk from you, so I feel like I'm stealing from you."
"You don't buy milk from me anymore." It was said as a matter of fact, and not up for negotiation.
My stomach fell. "What?"
"Oh, baby boy, don't give me that scared look. What I mean is, I don't sell milk to my boyfriends. You get that full-access version of me for free."
"Boyfriend? You…you want me to be your boyfriend?" I would take it. As sad it sounded, I would take anything he was offering.
"Boyfriend is the word that comes as close to what I mean. I want to be more than that. I want to be your Daddy and see where we go from there. Is that something you'd like, too?"
"Yes, Daddy. Very much."
"In that case, how about we celebrate with some milkies?"
I latched on so quickly. Only this time, when I was done drinking milk, I wasn't sleepy at all. I was hard and needy, and I didn't mind asking for what I needed. He told me a few times that he liked it when I told him what I wanted, and I was going to try to do that.
"Daddy?" I licked the last drop of milk from his nipple. "Do you maybe wanna have some big time now?"
"And what would that big time entail?"
"You. Inside me."
He growled and rolled on top of me. This time, he didn’t spend ages getting me ready. He lubed up his cock and then added extra to his fingers before attacking my ass and my mouth at the same time.
My dick went immediately hard, and just before he replaced his fingers with his dick, he pressed his forehead to mine and took a deep breath. “I’m addicted to you, Dakota.”
I nodded and held his cock to my opening and pushed onto it. “Me too. Now gimme my fix.”
9
DAKOTA
Niko and I had been dating for a couple of weeks, and everything was going amazingly. We spent a lot of time together, both Little and big, and I couldn’t be happier. And it wasn't just our relationship that was doing well, but my life in general.
Now that I was sleeping better, my work performance had improved, and I was no longer waiting for Gregg's disapproval every day. Instead, he was telling me that I was on track for a promotion and how glad he was that I was on the team. He even put some peppermint candies on my desk for the holidays.
I didn't picture him as the kind of guy who would ever be in full-on "Merry Christmas" mode, but that was fine, because my office manager, she was all about it. The Secret Santa she’d organized had been done in a way I had never seen before, where we gave her the gifts and then she hid them in random places and turned it into a scavenger hunt.
I didn't know my person. Heck, I’d never even met them before, but they liked the gift I had picked out for them. It was a Christmas ornament that had been handmade, with a bazilliontiny beads in the shape of our state. They absolutely loved it. My person got me a container of cocoa, and who didn’t love that?
There was a Christmas party in the office one day for lunch, but other than that, things went on as normal. If we met our deadlines, we were promised we could get off early for the holidays, and we did. At lunchtime on the 23rd, we were told the Christmas vacation was beginning and that we'd be off until New Year's Day…paid.
There was not much better than that.
It gave me time to make cookies for Daddy, and this time, it wasn't slice-and-bake like I did for Santa. I wasn't half-assing it now. I went to the grocery store and bought real ingredients. I spent the second half of the day mixing, rolling, and baking cookie dough into the shapes of snowflakes, snowmen, and Santas. I was saving the fun part for when he came. What was better for a little fun than decorating cookies with Daddy?
Niko came over with a pizza, my meal request. He offered for us to cook dinner together or to go out to eat, but watching a Christmas movie to welcome in Christmas Eve while eating pizza after decorating far too many cookies and consuming just as many as landed on the platter sounded like the perfect way to spend the night.
This time, he also came with the cat condo. Silly me, I thought it came assembled. So as the movie played in the background, instead of the two of us snuggling on the couch, we put together the thousand-piece condo. It wasn't really a thousand pieces, but it felt like it.
