Chapter 13 #3
He laughed against my skin, the heat of his breath making me shiver. “Alright. I got you, Bow.”
I wanted him to always have me. To always have him.
“Promise?” I whispered.
“Yeah. I promise,” Cain murmured, pressing one big palm into my lower back while lifting me to my knees.
He pushed my upper back down so it was arched even more until I was completely exposed to him.
He kept his other hand on the nape of my neck, and I was so thoroughly pinned in place that I moaned.
I needed to touch myself, I needed to get relief, needed to do something. I started to make little frustrated sounds in the back of my throat, trying to get the tip of my cock to touch the bed.
“You want me to fill you with my cock?”
My eyes rolled back and I groaned when he slid his fingers up the back of my balls and swirled one around my hole.
“Yes,” I gasped. He pushed his cum inside me, drew his finger out, gathered up more cum that was dripping down the inside of my thigh, then forced it into my hole with two thick fingers.
He slowly pressed deeper, his breathing heavier, and when he found that spot, I moaned and squeezed the blanket as pleasure shot through me.
“Goddamn, Bow.” His voice was deep and gruff and slightly breathless. “I don’t think—I’m not—fuck,” he said, sounding defeated.
“What? What’s wrong?” Had I done something wrong? Was he not enjoying this? Was I—
“You look so damn beautiful. I’m really not gonna last long.”
Every worried thought disappeared in an instant, and I sank deeper into the bed. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I just need to be closer to you. Please. Please, Cain.”
He rose over me, rubbed his cheek against my shoulder, and pressed his lips to my cheek. “Yeah, baby. I want that, too. You still want me to hold you down?”
“Yes,” I said hoarsely. “Yes.”
“Alright.”
Cool air hit my shoulders, but I couldn’t turn to see what he was doing because he still had his hand wrapped around the back of my neck. Something rattled, and then he shifted behind me, using one of his knees to push my legs open even wider.
I was dripping precum and my balls were aching. I jolted when something wet was poured between my cheeks, then moaned as he gathered it up with his thick fingers and gently pushed it inside of me.
“How’s that feel? Good?”
He was sliding his fingers in and out, in and out, a lazy rhythm that was pulling me into a hazy, in-between state, and all I could do was hum in response.
“Tell me with words, Bow. Is it good?”
“So good,” I grunted into the blanket, everything tensing and twitching as he rubbed over that spot that made my mind go utterly blank.
He spread his fingers apart inside of me, stretching me, then added another finger, slowly thrusting them in and out until I was shaking.
I didn’t know how long he did that, how long I was floating on all these euphoric sensations, but I started to come out of my daze when his fingers disappeared.
All the while, his other hand was a brand on the nape of my neck, fingers massaging into my skin, thumb stroking the sensitive spot under my ear.
His fingers were quickly replaced with something soft and big. It pushed against my rim as he said, “Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I need to know if I’m hurting you.”
“Mm,” I groaned, moving my hips back, trying to get him in, to fill me, I needed—
His lips brushed against my ear, his voice sliding deep inside me. “Tell me, baby. Use your words.”
I couldn’t use my words. I couldn’t think, let alone speak, all I could do was—
The loudest moan burst from my lips as he thrust into me until the head of his cock popped past my rim. I fisted the sheets, hands shaking, legs trembling, the feeling of him inside me—he was inside me—so new and all-encompassing I thought I might actually die from the pleasure.
I was completely caged in by the gentlest man, being given something I desperately wanted so delicately that an overwhelming rush of emotions surged in my chest, constricting my lungs.
My eyes welled as he stroked his big palm up my side, then back down to my hip. He pushed his cock deeper.
“Ahh, wait—” My words were wet, a tear spilling from the corner of my eye. I pushed my hand against his thigh, but he had already stopped moving.
“Does it hurt? Should I—”
“No, just—just don’t move.” I breathed in deep, then tried to relax, tried to release the tension that had coiled through my limbs. On my exhale, I tentatively pushed back onto him, and he slid another inch deeper.
“Guh,” I cried, this strange feeling of pain mixed with a fullness, a soul-deep pleasure that had my toes curling.
He was inside me. We were as close as two people could get, and I’d never felt so safe or protected in my entire life.
Cain trailed his lips over my shoulder, that soft mouth and even softer tongue leaving me boneless.
He slid another inch deeper, a little more easily this time. His thumb was moving in circles against the skin beneath my ear, lulling me into that in-between place again. He murmured something, then groaned as he pushed all the way in until I was so full of him I couldn’t breathe.
Something wet slid from the corner of my mouth down onto the blanket.
I was drooling.
Completely out of control of everything my body was doing, all its reactions. Cain pulled his hips back, his huge cock dragging against my walls as he exhaled a shuddery breath.
“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing into me so slowly, but at an angle that brushed over that spot. Everything in my body became electrified, and I cried out, coming as he kept pressing deeper and deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck, that’s it, baby. Feel good for me.” He kissed my shoulder, my head, my face, all while slowly pumping in and out, in and out. I lay there in a daze, twitching with every wave of ecstasy that rolled over me.
Cain groaned and pushed deep, and I felt his cum pouring into me, filling me even more.
He started to pull back, and panic sparked through me.
“Don’t take it out,” I said quickly. “Please. Don’t take it out.”
He stopped moving, then gathered me in his arms and turned us on our sides, holding me against him and keeping his softening cock buried in my ass. Keeping his cum inside me.
I never wanted to lose this feeling of fullness.
We were sweaty and sticky and skin to skin and I wanted to stay like this forever.
“Again,” I whispered.
Cain laughed and gave me the sweetest kiss on my cheek. “My dick is gonna fall off if I go again right now, let’s rest for a bit.”
I let out a dissatisfied grumble. “Fine.”
I didn’t want his dick to fall off. I never wanted anything bad to ever happen to him.
I’d protect him with my life if I had to. I’d never let anything or anyone hurt him.
He was mine. Only mine.