Chapter 10
Cain
“You can fuck me.”
Oh my god.
I reached down and squeezed the base of my cock, trying to hold off the orgasm that his words had abruptly brought on. Every muscle in my body tensed up, and holding him against me so tightly wasn’t helping anything.
But I couldn’t let go of him because he didn’t know how to fucking swim.
“Cain?”
Fuck.
“Just give me a second,” I rasped, breathing deeply through my nose as if that might help.
Nothing was distracting me from him because he was literally wrapped around me, his erection sliding against my hip, and—
He was rocking his fucking hips now.
With my free hand, I squeezed his waist. “Hold on. I’m really—I’m having a really hard time—I need you to—”
Fingers that were smaller than mine suddenly wrapped themselves around the head of my cock, and when he rubbed his palm over my crown, all the breath left my body as an intense burst of pleasure shot through me.
“Oh my—”
I was coming into his hand before I could stop it, groaning into his hair as my hips moved with every wave of ecstasy that rolled through me. My legs felt boneless and I staggered back into the rocks behind me, breathing hard.
I had to gently pull his hand away when he kept rubbing over the sensitive tip.
I just stood there for a long moment, breathing in his scent and trying to get coherent words to form in my mind instead of all these hazy waves of pleasure.
Holy shit.
“Holy shit,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Is that what you wanted?” he asked, and his unsteady breaths were hot against my chest.
Fuck.
I mean, yes, but…
How the hell was I supposed to chastise him right now? I could barely string two words together in my own damn mind. And he’d just misunderstood because I wasn’t able to get anything articulate out before I was coming in his hand.
“Bowen. You can’t just….oh, fuck. You can’t just grab someone like that.
You have to….damn it, don’t look at me like that.
You just need to ask if it’s okay first, alright?
You really caught me off guard and I didn’t—” I stopped myself before I finished that sentence and hurt his feelings even more.
Didn’t want to lose control like that.
But here was someone who lost all control whenever the red rains came. He had no choice, was unable to stop the urges and instincts that took over during those times.
Who was I to complain about the fact that I was so turned on—because of him—that I couldn’t control myself? To blame him for something that wasn’t his fault? That was nothing compared to what he had to go through.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and the shame in his voice gutted me.
I squeezed him reassuringly. “It’s okay. It’s alright, you don’t have to be sorry, I’m not mad at you. At all.”
With a heavy sigh, I moved toward the waterfall where there was a rocky outcropping. I leaned back against it, curled my hands around his rib cage, and drew him back a bit. “Let’s get you clean, okay?”
There was a large rock beneath the water that I was able to sit on, holding Bowen loosely on my lap.
“Okay.”
Alright. I could do this.
Taking a deep, deep breath, I clutched the soap and used my trembling hands to wash him.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life—well, the only erotic thing I’d ever done.
I was basically just rubbing and massaging him.
It was how I cleaned myself all the time, but it felt so different doing it to someone else.
I was hard again, almost immediately, and I knew he felt it because it kept brushing against his balls. There was no way for me to hide it.
But he didn’t reach for it again, just watched me as I stroked my hands up and down his arms After a while, I started to focus on his skin, the parts I could see, on the tiny little imperfections, the small scars that dotted his chest and arms. What had he been through?
Why were there so many scars? They were little, these small scrapes that hadn’t healed all the way.
I wanted to ask him, but didn’t think now was an appropriate time.
I wanted him to enjoy this, to associate bathing with good thoughts and feelings, not with… whatever his past had been.
I glanced at his face every now and then, but tried not to because he was watching me so closely it was almost unnerving. But there wasn’t any violence or aggression in his eyes; the unique blue and brown were overflowing with a patient curiosity I felt compelled to sate.
He had questions, wanted to learn things, had obviously missed out on so much in his life.
When his upper body was done, I said, “Can you…uh, you can do the rest, right?”
I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to touch him below the waist. He’d touched me once and I’d come immediately.
I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.
Except he hadn’t seemed uncomfortable in the slightest. Not at all.
Not with getting naked or me touching him like this or him grabbing my cock like that.
“No. You do it.”
I was pretty sure he was actually trying to kill me, but I didn’t say that again since it upset him so much. Fuck, he was sweet.
I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled slowly.
He also needed to learn some manners. “Okay…well usually if you want something, you ask nicely. So you’d say, ‘Please do the rest, Cain.’ Like that. Try it.”
Although I did think his demands were oddly adorable. He looked wild and exotic and right now he was nodding at me with the cutest determined expression on his face. “Please do the rest, Cain.”
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck.
I needed to turn him around. His eyes on me weren’t helping at all, and if I didn’t have to watch what I was doing, then that would be a little better, right?
I flipped him around and positioned his ass farther down on my thighs so that my cock wouldn’t be shamelessly rubbing against him.
But then he placed his palms right above my knees and left them there, absently kneading my muscles in a similar way to what I’d just been doing to him to clean him.
He leaned back until his shoulders were resting against my chest, letting his head fall back onto my shoulder with a contented little sigh that made my lungs constrict.
Made me feel a whole lot of things I’d never really felt before.
And as flustered and embarrassed as I was, it was really…really special to be here with someone else.
With him.
To have someone to bathe with. Someone who wanted me to teach him about…well, basically everything.
Warmth suffused my being. I wanted to remember this moment forever. Wanted to etch it into my heart and never forget it.
Since the day I found him, I hadn’t once asked Bernard if I should end my life—because I didn’t want to anymore.
I had a purpose now, and it was so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined for myself.
“Please do the rest, Cain?”
His quiet request pulled me from my thoughts, and god he really was going to kill me.
“Yeah,” I choked out. “Alright.”
When I just sat there and didn’t move, my hands hovering above the water, he made a frustrated sound and grabbed my forearms, dragging my hands down into the water and setting them on his thighs.
“Do the rest,” he said. “Please.”
When I didn’t say anything because I was holding my breath and trying to calm myself down, he turned his head to look up at me.
“Please?”
God, those eyes. “Yes. Yeah, sorry, I’ll do the rest.”
He faced forward and leaned back against my chest again.
There was no way he couldn’t feel my dick on his back, but there was also no way I could hide it, so I just pretended it wasn’t there.
He was still holding onto my forearms, and even when I started to rub my hands down his legs, he didn’t let go, like he wanted to feel me as I touched him.
He bent his knees and drew his legs back so I could get to his feet after I’d finished with his calves. He had such small feet, and they were hard and callused on the bottom, like he’d never worn shoes in his life.
I didn’t think he had.
I had extra deerskin. I would make him his own shoes—ones that fit and didn’t have holes in them.
Yeah. I’d do that when we got back. After I took off the muzzle, collar, and chain.
When I was done with his feet, I carefully extended his legs out again. His feet only reached just below my knees.
He squeezed my right forearm, then started dragging my hand down to—
I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat when he pressed my hand to his rigid cock.
“Please do the rest, Cain?”
Was he—was—
He started moving, rubbing himself against my hand and pressing me harder into his erection. He moaned quietly as he squeezed my arms, his little nails digging into my skin beneath the water.
“Please.”
My mouth had gone dry, and I licked my lips. “Are you—are you asking me to—to t-touch you?”
It was so obvious what he was asking me to do, but I thought maybe I was in shock, overwhelmed with the turn this day had taken. In a good way, but still. I’d never touched someone else before, never gotten someone else off. But fuck did I want to.
I wanted to give him everything.
“Yes,” he whined. “Please.”
He was really squirming against me now, so I wrapped one arm around his waist to hold him still—because I would come if he kept moving against my dick like that—and then fisted my hand around his swollen shaft.
He bucked and moaned, pushing his hips up to slide his cock through my hand when I didn’t move right away. But when I tightened my grip and began gliding my fist slowly up and down his length, he stopped rolling his hips and let me work him.
I couldn’t help lowering my face into his hair and inhaling as I stroked him.
Every time I got to his crown, he made the most erotic little sound, something between a moan and a cry, and the heat coiling at the base of my spine was growing and growing, winding tighter with every pass.
My hard cock was sliding against his lower back, and I was having a tough time concentrating on stroking him, on keeping a rhythm.
It was an incredibly heady feeling, knowing I was giving him pleasure like this. That I was going to make him feel good, that I was making him feel good. That he even wanted me to in the first place.
His body bowed forward when he came, his feet sliding on my shins as he moaned, his nails digging into my skin.
My head fell back against the rocks as my own orgasm crashed through me, and then he was leaning heavily on my chest, stroking up and down my forearms in a soothing gesture that made my chest feel tight.
I trailed my fingers up to his stomach, feeling the smooth skin of his belly as I rubbed my cheek against his hair. “Did that feel good? Did you like that?”
He rested his hand on top of mine and hummed what sounded like an affirmation. “Yes. Can we do it again?”
I huffed a laugh. “Yeah, we can do it again if that’s what you want.”
Because making him feel good was all I wanted now.