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 hispalm 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 himfor 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.
