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 hadtaken. 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 Iwasmaking 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.
Chapter 11
Bowen
When we got back from the river, Cain put a new bandage on my shoulder, which I’d tried to argue against since the wound was pretty much healed at this point.
He warned me not to take it off, then instructed me to go to the living area and sit on the table.
