The morning sun streamed through the window, but Mayson slept soundly, her chest rising and falling in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. Beside her, Carter snoozed peacefully, his arm draped loosely around her waist.
Suddenly, Carter jerked awake, a puzzled expression on his face. He felt something warm and wet seeping through the bedsheets, and his heart raced with confusion.
“Mayson!” he exclaimed, gently shaking her awake. “The bed’s wet.”
Mayson blinked sleepily, still caught in the drowsy haze of slumber.
“Huh?” She murmured, still groggy and disoriented.
Carter frantically searched the bed for the source of the dampness, and his eyes fell on Mayson’s wet shirt. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Did you spill water on yourself last night?” he asked, wondering if that could be the cause of the wetness.
Mayson slowly sat up, her brain finally shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. She looked down at her shirt, her eyes widening in surprise. “No,” she gasped, her hand flying to cover her breasts.
She swallowed hard, panic starting to set in as she met Carter’s gaze. “It’s not water,” she murmured, her voice shaking slightly. “It’s milk…my breast milk.”
Carter’s eyes widened as he took in the news. “Milk?” he echoed, his eyebrows knit in confusion. “Isn’t that only supposed to happen when you’re pregnant?”
Mayson shook her head, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment. “Not exactly.”
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she blurted out, “I’ve been taking herbs and other things to produce milk. I didn’t want you finding out like this, but I’ve always wanted to nurse, even without getting pregnant. I know it sounds strange, but it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Carter was silent for a moment, processing this new information. “So, have you begun nursing?” he asked.
Mayson shook her head. “Not in the way you’re thinking. I sell my breast milk to hospitals and to moms who can’t produce enough for their babies,” she explained. “I know it’s a bit unusual, but it’s a way for me to help others while satisfying this…this desire I have.”
Carter’s eyes widened. “Wow,” he breathed, his tone a mixture of surprise and admiration. “I never knew that was even a thing. So, you actually produce enough milk to donate?”
“Yes,” Mayson answered, her voice a bit shaky. “But the problem is, I don’t have any bottles to pump into. I’ll have to go to the store to get more, unless…” She trailed off, her eyes darting up to meet his. “Maybe you could help me out?”
Carter’s brow furrowed. “Help you out how?” he asked.
Mayson swallowed, her cheeks turning crimson as she lowered her gaze. “I know it’s weird,” she began, “but…would you be willing to suck the milk out?”
For a moment, Carter said nothing, his brain processing this unexpected request. He and Mayson had been together for two years, and he knew her well enough to know this wasn’t some sort of a joke.
Finally, he nodded. “Okay,” he said, “I’ll try it.”
Mayson let out a breath of relief, a small smile dancing on her lips. She shifted back against the headboard, patting her thighs to invite him to lie down against her.
Carter settled into Mayson’s lap, his eyes following as she lifted her shirt, exposing her breasts. Despite their position, he still found himself transfixed by her beauty, a captivating combination of strength and softness that had drawn him in from the moment they met.
He leaned forward, his lips finding her left breast and drawing it into his mouth, the nipple erect and eager for his touch. Mayson inhaled sharply, her hands gripping the sheets as he began to suckle.
Slowly, her breathing steadied, each exhale a soft sigh that escaped her lips like a lullaby.
As he suckled, Carter’s eyes fluttered closed, shutting out the world and allowing himself to be lost in the moment. He savored the warm, sweet taste of Mayson’s milk, his tongue lapping greedily as he sought to drain her breast of its nourishing nectar.
Meanwhile, Mayson’s hands found their way to his hair, gently running through the locks with a tenderness that sent shivers down his spine. Her touch was reassuring, a gentle affirmation that she was still with him in this out of the ordinary moment.
Carter’s teeth grazed against Mayson’s nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. Her moan was involuntary, as involuntary as the bottom lip that she captured between her teeth.
In that moment, Carter’s eyes opened, fixing themselves on Mayson’s face, the contortions of pleasure as evident as her closed eyelids.
He smiled inwardly, reveling in the effect he had on her, before gently lifting his hand to massage the breast he was suckling on.
With each squeeze of his hand, Carter drew a moan from Mayson, his lips growing more insistent in their exploration of her breast. Her body relaxed into the gentle rhythm, her hands still threaded through his hair as if to anchor herself in the pleasure.
And then, Carter felt it; a growing tension in his shorts, the unmistakable arousal that accompanied the realization that not only was he bringing Mayson pleasure, but he was finding it in himself.
He tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the steady stream of milk that flowed into his mouth, until the stream of milk from Mayson’s left breast tapered off, and Carter let out a small grunt of disappointment, his lips still latched onto her nipple.
Mayson, attuned to his movements, opened her eyes and looked down, meeting Carter’s gaze. Her eyes widened in realization, and with a sudden surge of arousal, she took her right breast in her hand and offered it to him.
Carter’s eyes lit up with hunger, and he latched onto the new breast with an almost animalistic greed.
Mayson moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as Carter’s lips closed around her breast. The sensation was intense, a fire blazing through her veins as he suckled greedily.
Her hips bucked against him, a desperate need building inside her. She could feel herself growing wet, her body betraying her desire, a desire she had tried so hard to keep hidden.
As Carter’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards, Mayson glanced down to find a sizable bulge in his shorts, straining against the fabric.
A shiver of arousal swept up her spine, the realization that she wasn’t the only one affected by this intimacy sending a thrill through her body.
Mayson’s hand drifted down, her fingers slipping under Carter’s waistband, cupping him. The soft groan that escaped his lips as she massaged his erection through the fabric was music to her ears, spurring her on.
Mayson smiled seductively, her voice a low purr as she asked, “Is this okay?”
Carter’s only response was a breathless nod, his lips still wrapped around Mayson’s nipple, the rhythmic suckling intensifying as she teased his straining erection.
Her hand, still trapped in his shorts, increased its pace, the slick heat of his pre-cum making her fingers slip and slide. She could feel him throbbing against her palm, and she smiled inwardly, reveling in the power she held over him.
Mayson’s hand continued to work its magic, stroking and teasing Carter’s swollen shaft. His hips bucked in response, his breathing quickening as he sucked more vigorously at her breast.
In the midst of her attention to Carter’s arousal, Mayson found herself growing more and more aroused, her own need rising to match his. She clenched her thighs together, a soft moan slipping past her lips as she fought to keep her own pleasure in check.
But as she watched him suckle at her breast, his mouth hungry for more, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Mayson’s voice was a breathy whisper as she spoke, her words barely audible over the wet sounds of Carter’s suckling and the rhythmic slap of her hand against his shorts.
“Oh, Carter…” she gasped, her fingers digging into his thigh as she felt his hips start to stutter.
He was close, so close, and she could feel his cock pulsing beneath her palm, aching for release.
“Mays…” he murmured, his voice muffled against her breast, his lips fluttering against her skin as the sensations overwhelmed him.
With a deep groan, Carter’s release ripped through him, his breathing growing ragged as his body jerked against Mayson’s.
As his climax subsided, his breathing slowed, his body relaxing once more. Carter released Mayson’s nipple from his mouth, his lips damp and swollen.
His eyes met hers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he whispered, “Your milk isn’t rushing out as much anymore.”
Mayson nodded, pulling her shirt back into place with a small sigh of relief. “Thank you,” she said, her voice hushed. “That was…surprisingly nice.”
Carter chuckled, the sound deep and warm as he replied, “It was my pleasure, quite literally.”
“And I’d be happy to do it again…” He trailed off, his gaze lingering on Mayson’s lips.
She nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned forward, closing the distance between them. Her lips brushed against his, soft and gentle at first, then deeper, their tongues tangling together as the urgency of the moment overtook them.
Mayson’s hand drifted down, settling on Carter’s thigh as they kissed. “That would be nice,” she whispered against his mouth, her breath mingling with his as she pulled him closer.