Divine Milking System-Chapter 49 | One Down, Two to Go

He let go.

The sound was obscene. The sudden absence of his mouth made the air feel cold against her wet skin, and Naomi looked down at him and found him licking his lips in the sanctum light, deliberate, his tongue catching the last trace of milk at the corner of his mouth. He held her gaze while he did it.

She made a noise she was never going to recover from.

Then he dipped his head and licked a slow stripe from the underside of her breast straight to the nipple, chasing the milk that had leaked in the gap, and Naomi’s spine went sideways.

Haah—ah—

"You’re shaking," he said against her skin.

"I know." Her voice came from somewhere distant. "I’m aware."

His fingers were still moving below. Not fast. Patient, the way he seemed to do everything, like patience was a weapon he’d learned to use better than the alternatives.

He was going to absolutely ruin her.

She’d walked in here having convinced herself she was ready, and she was ready, she just hadn’t fully understood what ready meant until this specific moment with his mouth wet from her milk and his hand working between her legs and his glowing eyes watching every micro-expression on her face like she was information he needed to collect.

Haahn—

"Jace—" His name again. She couldn’t stop saying it. Her brain had apparently decided it was the only word worth producing. "Jace, I—right there—"

He moved his fingers exactly where she’d been about to describe.

She gasped.

Ha— ah—

Her free hand went to his shoulder and gripped. The other one was still in his hair, tightening without her permission. She was pulling him back toward her chest without meaning to, her body having opinions about what it wanted that bypassed the conscious decision-making entirely.

He went.

His mouth found her right breast this time, and the warmth from the contact moved through her faster now, her body already running hot, already halfway to something, and when he sealed his lips around her and pulled she arched off the mattress.

Nn— haah— ah—

The milk came immediately.

Her thighs pressed together around his wrist out of reflex and then remembered his hand was there and spread back open, which was its own humiliation, and Jace made that sound against her again, the low one, the satisfied one, and swallowed.

Naomi stared at the ceiling.

She was going to lose her mind.

She was genuinely going to lose it, right here, in a pocket dimension with a boy she’d met three days ago who was drinking her milk and fingering her simultaneously while looking at her like she was the most interesting thing he’d seen in years, and the most alarming part was that she couldn’t identify a single component of this situation she wanted to stop.

Haahn—

"Jace." His name cracked in the middle. "I’m close, I’m—"

He pressed slightly harder with his fingers and kept his mouth exactly where it was and Naomi felt the orgasm build from somewhere behind her navel, fast and inevitable, and her thighs shook.

Ah— ah— Jace—

"Jace—!"

It hit.

Her back came off the mattress and she grabbed his hair and his shoulder and held on while the pleasure moved through her in long rolling waves, her toes curling, a sound coming from her throat that she had no memory of deciding to make.

Haahn—nn—ah—

He kept drinking through it. Kept the pressure of his fingers steady while she fell apart around them, and the combination of the two sensations existing simultaneously was almost cruel in its completeness. She shook. She said his name three more times in a row at different volumes. Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling.

Schlk.

He pulled off her breast again. Licked his lips again. The same deliberate movement, the same expression, and Naomi flopped back against the sheets and stared at the ceiling and tried to remember how breathing worked.

"One," Jace said.

She turned her head and looked at him.

He was watching her with those amber eyes, still lit from within, his mouth still slightly damp, his hand resting warm and still against her below the shorts now, and he looked— satisfied was too small a word. He looked like someone who had exactly what he wanted and knew it. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"One," she repeated.

"First orgasm."

She was going to say something. She had a response. It was somewhere in her head, perfectly reasonable, probably witty. Her mouth opened.

Nothing came out.

Jace’s mouth curved.

"Take a minute," he said.

"I’m fine." Her voice was embarrassingly unsteady. "I’m completely— I’m fine."

"You’re shaking."

"That’s just how I’m built."

He made a sound that was almost a laugh, quiet and real, and leaned up to press his mouth to her jaw. A brief thing. Warm. The same forehead-kiss energy as last night, something that felt like it was meant for her personally rather than for the extraction session.

Naomi’s chest did something complicated.

She turned her head and found his face right there, close enough that she could see the fine detail of his amber eyes, the glow fading back to normal now, and she reached up and touched his jaw without deciding to. Her thumb traced along the line of it. He let her.

"I wasn’t nervous last night," she said.

"You were extremely nervous last night."

"I was scared. That’s different."

He tilted his head slightly into her hand. An involuntary thing, small. She wasn’t sure he noticed he did it.

"What are you now?" he asked.

She considered this seriously.

"Warm," she said. "Really warm."

His expression did the thing again. The thing where something behind it shifted toward something she didn’t fully have language for yet.

He kissed her.

Real this time, the slow thorough kind from earlier, and she kissed him back with both hands finding his face because she was warm and her brain was offline and she’d decided somewhere during the first orgasm that she wasn’t going to be careful about this tonight.

When he pulled back she was breathing differently than she had been.

"Jace," she said.

"Yeah."

"I want—" She stopped. Started again. "I want you to keep going."

"I know."

"I mean all of it."

His eyes came to hers. Reading her face.

"Are you sure."

She held his gaze. "I told you I’d tell you if something was wrong."

A beat.

"Yeah," he said. "You did."