“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 somethinggoodright 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 eyesand 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 wantedmore.
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 hipsstuttered, 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 saidfuckagain. 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.
