Chapter 13
Bowen
Ididn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry or melt into Cain.
I wasn’t sure what this feeling was; I felt ready to burst out of my own skin, an unstoppable joy tangling with this bone-deep arousal and the furious need to be skin to skin with him.
I stuck my hand between our bodies to rub myself because I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was so hard it was throbbing, and every brush against his body was making my skin thrum with the most intense pleasure.
It was making me frantic, like the rain did, but in a different way. Like I’d spent a lifetime collecting all this energy and now it had finally been released.
The muzzle and collar were gone.
I would never, ever wear them again.
My head felt strange when I moved it. Lighter. Not seeing the muzzle at the edge of my vision anymore was…strange, too.
I didn’t feel like I was on the verge of being strangled, either. I could bend my neck and turn my head without anything tugging or tightening or pinching.
I was free, and it was all thanks to this man. This giant who’d taken me in and given me everything, expecting nothing in return.
I wanted to give him things.
I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
A lot of the hounds had made each other feel good with their mouths, and I wanted to do that for him. I wanted to taste every inch of him, to lick him everywhere. Touch him everywhere. Be skin to skin with him, feel the heat of his body against mine.
“Please, Cain?”
He groaned and squeezed my waist, then pressed his forehead to mine.
He still wasn’t close enough.
“Yeah, but I’m not gonna last long.”
I didn’t care if he lasted two seconds or an hour, I wanted to feel him in my mouth.
When I let my legs fall from his waist so I could slide down his body, he loosened his grip on me until my feet touched the floor. I got on my knees and stared up at him.
His face turned bright red, and it was so, so pretty.
“Oh, god.” He quickly grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed his eyes shut. I shoved my pants down to my thighs and took myself in hand, waiting for him until he was ready, letting my eyes wander over his frame.
He was so thick. Every part of his body was thick. Big. Strong. Hard. He looked like he was capable of taking on ten men at once, but he was the gentlest person I’d ever met.
All I’d known until this point was everything bad. It didn’t feel real to have something good right in front of me.
I lazily stroked up and down my cock, taking the precum and sliding it along my shaft as I let my gaze travel over his body.
My eyes were drawn up to his chest, watching it expand as he inhaled deeply.
When he exhaled, he opened his eyes and whispered, “Fuck.” He widened his stance, then slid the waistband of his pants down beneath his cock and balls.
His dick was big like the rest of him, and his balls hung low underneath it. He idly rolled them in one hand, still holding onto his cock with the other.
“Can I now?” I asked, shuffling forward a few inches on my knees. I wanted to be closer. As close as I could. I licked my lips and glanced up at him.
He covered his face with one hand and nodded. “Yeah,” he rasped.
He bucked and tensed when I took hold of his shaft, making a little noise in the back of his throat. “Just be gentle,” he said. “Go slow.”
Be gentle.
Go slow.
I could do that. “Okay,” I said, leaning forward and sticking my tongue out. He had precum beading on the tip, and that was the first thing I licked. Cain’s thighs twitched, and his breath hitched when I poked at the tiny hole with the tip of my tongue.
He tasted salty and musky and I wanted more.
I moved closer to him until I was pressed against his legs, then wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, sliding my tongue along the underside to feel his velvety skin.
He moaned and started to tremble. As I slid down his length, seeing how much I could get into my mouth, how much he could fill me, he threaded his fingers into my hair.
He didn’t push me away or drag me closer, just left his hand there, fingers flexing against my scalp as I drew back and sucked on him.
When I got to the tip, I swirled my tongue around it.
It was so, so soft. I glanced up at him and found him staring down at me with an intense expression.
It was fierce and tender at the same time, and when I held his gaze and took more of him into my mouth, he hit the back of my throat and I gagged.
His hips stuttered, his fingers tugged at my hair, and his eyes rolled back as he came down my throat.
“Bowen,” he said roughly, still thrusting his hips slowly as the last of his cum covered my tongue. “Fuck, Bowen.” He panted, catching his breath, and then dropped his head back and said fuck again. The column of his throat, bared like that, made me want to bite it. Suck it.
He slid his cock free, and I swallowed the remaining cum, the taste of him coating my throat.
“Did you like that?” I rasped, staring up at him.
“Did that feel good?” Those were the same questions he’d asked me back at the river.
My voice was a little hoarse, my throat a bit raw.
I licked around my lips, wiped my mouth, then looked down at my neglected dick.
I’d been so focused on tasting him that I’d completely forgotten to touch myself.
“Yeah, I liked it. I loved it.”
I was disappointed when he put his cock back in his pants, but then he crouched and cradled my face in his warm palms. His callused thumbs brushed across my cheekbones, the look in his eyes utterly captivating me. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I liked it.
I loved it.
I lowered my gaze to his lips, and they twitched and stretched into a smile. “You want this fat bottom lip?”
I nodded, not moving my gaze from it. He slid one palm to the back of my head, trailing his other hand down my face until he was holding my jaw, his thumb stroking over my chin, up to my mouth.
He ran his thumb over my lip, gripping my jaw and urging me to open as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.
He was holding me still, giving me what I wanted—or taking what he wanted, I wasn’t sure.
Either way, the feel of his lips, his tongue, was sparking a fire in my veins.
I moaned and threw my arms around his neck, needing to be closer, and he moved his hands to my ass and stood up as I kept kissing him, tasting him and rubbing against him.
He started walking, taking us somewhere, but I was too focused on him, his lips, his hands on my bare ass, squeezing and rubbing and—
“Keep doing that,” I whispered against his mouth. “I like that.”
“What? This?” He squeezed one cheek, and I nodded. His hands were so close to my most sensitive areas, his fingers sliding into my crease. I was burning up now, just the thought of him touching me there driving me wild. “You like it when I touch you here?”
“Yes,” I moaned, and when he sat down I realized he’d taken us into the bedroom. He moved both hands to my ass, squeezing and pulling my cheeks apart and dipping his fingers into the crease, brushing against my hole.
“Do you want me to do that to you?”
“Do what?” My cock was about to burst, every nerve ending on fire as he kept teasing me with his hands. I reached between us and gripped myself, then growled when he took one of his hands off my ass, wrapped it around my wrist, and made me let go of myself.
“Make you come with my mouth.”
My eyes flashed to his and I nodded immediately. “Yes. Please, Cain.”
I braced my hands on his chest as he started to lean back until he was lying at the top of the bed. He gripped my waist and moved me up his body until my knees were above his shoulders and my cock was at his lips.
“Go ahead,” he urged, his hands gliding over my waist and down to my hips, then curving over my ass, gently pulling me toward him.
Go ahead?
He tipped forward, slid his tongue out, and curved it around the head of my cock. I sucked in a sharp breath as my stomach muscles tensed, the wet, warm feel of it like nothing I’d ever experienced.
“Come on, Bow. Put it in.”
I set my hands on the wall behind him and started pushing my hips forward. His eyes were locked on mine as my cock slid deeper into his mouth. He closed his lips around me and my head fell back as I moaned.
His hands curved over my ass, and he started moving me, driving me deep and then pulling me back, only to slide me right back in.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing into his mouth, drowning in the feel of his velvety tongue as he played with me.
He kept moving me, deeper and deeper, in and out, until I was hitting the back of his throat.
When he spread my cheeks apart and brushed his fingers over my hole, I jerked and started coming down his throat with a loud cry.
I fell forward, pressing my forehead against the wall as I panted. He was still holding me in his mouth, still touching me with those big hands, and I wanted to stay here like this forever.
He rubbed the pad of his finger around my rim, and I moved back, trying to get him to push it inside.
I wanted him inside me, like I’d seen other hounds doing.
I wanted him to hold me down and push his thick cock into my hole, forcing me to take all of it, to let him fill every last inch of me as he covered my body with his, as close as he could possibly be.
Except he didn’t push it inside. He pulled his hand away from me completely. I growled in frustration, then paused when I remembered that he’d told me I needed to ask for what I wanted.
I needed to be polite.
“Cain, please. Please.”
“Please what?” He smiled up at me, and I thought maybe he was…doing that on purpose. Like he knew what I wanted but wasn’t giving it to me. Was teasing me.
“Please put it—” I reached around and grabbed his hand, trying to press his finger to my hole. “Put it inside me.”
“Have you ever had anything in here before…?”