Hewas my reward.
His lips, his hands, his tongue, his cock, his words, his warmth. All of him.
So…why was I feeling like the ground had just opened up beneath me? What had woken me up?
I listened for something, anything, that might’ve pulled me from sleep, but it was quiet.
Then I noticed that tell-tale thrum of restlessness crawling under my skin; the warmth that started in my groin and spread outward until it covered every inch of me; the itch in my head, that bothersome, prickly sensation that scratched beneath my skull.
The rain was nearby.
Close, but not here yet. The feelings weren’t as sharp, weren’t as all-consuming as they normally were, so I guessed the storm was miles away but still close enough to affect me.
“Cain,” I said again, louder this time. My voice trembled as I shook his shoulder. I tried not to let the panic in, tried to keepcalm. Cain was here. It would be okay, I would be fine because Cain was here and he would help me. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me or to him.
We’d talked about this. He’d asked me what would help me best when the next rain came, what I normally did. I told him there wasn’t much to do in that prison cell to help relieve the symptoms except make myself come as many times as I could until I passed out.
He’d blushed and told me that was what he’d do for me.
But he wasn’t waking up.
I reached my hand under the blanket and wrapped my fingers around my stiff length, thrusting up as my eyes rolled shut. A moan slipped past my lips, and I reached for him again, shuttling my hand up and down my cock.
I needed him to…
“Cain,” I choked out, bowing forward, cum shooting across my stomach. I tried to catch most of it in my hand, but I was gone. Reality zipped out for a few long moments as I came, my toes curling against the sheets. I gasped in a breath when my vision refocused, panting heavily as a boneless sensation melted through me.
But I was still hard.
I opened my legs wide and reached between them, spreading the cum over my hole, trying to push it inside myself.
“Ungh,” I moaned as my finger slipped past my rim. It wasn’t nearly enough. Every part of me was so sensitive. I was aching deep inside, aching on the surface, aching, aching, aching?—
“Bow?” Cain’s sleep-roughened voice made my cock twitch. I looked over at him to see his dark eyes blinking at me. He reached his hand over, sliding it across my chest. “What’re you doing up?”
“Cain,” I panted, grabbing his hand and bringing it between my legs. “I need you.”
He tensed, stilled, then cursed and moved closer to me. “Fuck. Is it the rain? Is it here? It’s okay, I got you, baby. I’m right here.” His big hand covered mine, his finger following mine to my hole, and then he wrapped his other hand around my cock as he slipped his finger in right next to my own.
I groaned as he pushed in deeper, that feeling of fullness making me go limp.
“Goddamn. Is that your cum?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “You said—you said?—”
Wait, no, this wasn’t how I wanted it. This wasn’t right. I wanted to be on my stomach, wanted him to hold me down, needed him to keep me pinned so I couldn’t hurt him?—
I pulled his hand away from me, twisting onto my stomach.
“Cain. Cain, hold me down. Please.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, immediately rising over me until those massive thighs bracketed mine. His hot palm slid up my back and rested on the nape of my neck, fingers flexing into my skin. “You sure?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Please, Cain.”
The pressure on the back of my neck increased until I was completely immobilized. I moaned into the pillow as relief flooded my system.
Cain shifted, and I felt something big and hard brush against my ass. His breathing picked up, became heavier, and there was the sound of flesh on flesh as he jerked himself off. His hot cum painted my ass a moment later, and his grunts and groans made me fist the blanket.
