10. Chapter 10

"Fuck! I need. . . more," I pleaded but I wasn't exactly sure what I was begging for.

"More of what?" Cain asked. "More kissing? Touching? Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

My hips canted against the steel ridge of Cain's cock and I threw my head back and groaned. I felt wild with unfettered need. I wanted to come so badly but I wasn't sure how to make it happen or what the rules were to this. I wasn't above jerking-off in front of him—anything to bring an end to this tormented desire that had my heart pounding and my skin covered in sweat. I reached between us and palmed my groin. My knuckles were grazing against Cain's bulge in the process as well. I wanted to cup him but I was a little nervous to do so. How far did he want to go? Was I supposed to get us both off and how would I do that? I wanted Cain to take the lead, since he knew what he was doing but he said he wanted me to make the first move. I think I did that when I took his mouth, but now what?

Fuck, I need to come!

I ran my hands over his chest but there was too much fabric between my palms and his warm skin. "Take your shirt off," I said in a breathy tone. "I mean, if you want to."

Cain sat up a bit and reached behind himself to tug off the t-shirt then tossed it onto the floor. He settled back against the daybed and my eyes fixated on his naked flesh. So much smooth skin I wasn't sure where to start touching but I wanted to know every square inch of him. I drank him in, appraising his muscles and the hair swirling over his chest and stomach. There wasn't a lot of it but enough to give me something to run my eager fingers through. My fingers combed through the strands and trailed over every inch of him, even circling his nipples. He must have liked that because he arched off the bed when I played with them. I skimmed right down to the button on his jeans before I hesitated, but only for a moment and then I dipped lower.

Cain gasped when my fingers drifted behind his waistband and our eyes connected. His face was beautifully flushed and his chest heaved for air. It was erotic as fuck and seemed weighted in unsaid promises and I wanted to unwrap him like a holiday gift.

"You want to get off?" Cain asked.

"Fuck, yes. I'm so close," I panted.

I palmed myself again while rocking against him. He tugged the hem of my t-shirt away from my torso and I took the hint. I pulled it over my head and tossed it on top of his on the floor. Now he was the one eye-fucking me and I loved his perusal. It was filthy and hot and I wished we'd both removed our pants when the kissing started. My need to be skin on skin with him was flooding my senses.

I sat on his lap with my thighs spread wide enough to straddle his hips and watched his eyes roam over me. Never in my wildest fantasies did I think I'd be this amped up to have a man caressing me with his eyes but there I was—happily enjoying the intensive appreciation Cain was offering. He made me feel wicked and so fucking horny. I was tempted to rip the pants from his body and take him right where we lay but was clueless on how to make that happen.

His fingers traced over the tattoos on my chest while I slowly rocked on top of him to keep the friction going. I had a decent amount of ink on me. My chest and back had the most. Every design was selected for very personal reasons which I typically didn't like revealing to people but Cain was so different from anyone else I'd slept with. He could probably ask me just about anything and I'd give him an honest answer. That's how safe he made me feel which was saying something. It wasn't easy for someone like me to trust people.

Cain's fingers ran over the sheet music I had inked on my left shoulder. "Is this part of a real song?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "It's a piece of the intro to ‘Rising Sun' which was our first number one hit," I shared with him.

"And what's this one mean?" he asked, touching the tattooed Roman numerals inked below my left pectoral.

That one had a sad origin and I definitely didn't want to bring down the mood we had created. But Cain seemed sincere and I loved the sensation of his thumb sliding over the tattooed digits, so I decided to tell him.

"My little brother was born with a congenital heart defect," I said. "He died when he was thirteen and I was eighteen. The numbers are the year he was born and the year he died. I got the ink to honor him."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Cain said somberly as he stroked the numbers again.

I didn't want to think about that part of my life right now. I missed Bailey every day, probably always would, but now wasn't the time to lament on such grief-laden memories. My boner was beginning to flag a bit and I couldn't let that happen. I leaned down and took Cain's mouth again. Getting lost in the warmth and wetness of his lips and the strength of his tongue had me throbbing again in seconds.

Grinding on him was agony and bliss and yet I found myself wanting more friction. I leaned back on his lap and squeezed and stroked my cock through my jeans while he gawked at my movements. I felt his cock flexing in its confines right below my nuts and it gave me a kinky thrill, same as him watching me touch myself. His fingers explored my chest, inch by inch, he touched every ridge of muscle and then played with my nipples. This kind of stuff never really did much for me in the past but with Cain everything was ultra-sensitive. Every cell in my body was vibrating from his touch. His fingers gliding over my skin was enough to make me hard. Him pinching my nipples and then sucking each light brown disc with the heat of his mouth nearly launched me into space.

My balls drew up close to my body and the distant yet familiar tingles deep in my groin already hinted of an impending orgasm. I grabbed him by the nape and hauled him up higher and crushed our mouths together again. I felt desperate to taste him, as if I needed his flavor in my mouth to survive. More tongue-play followed until I was dizzy. I swear kissing had never been this potent before Cain—everything felt better with him.

"Do you trust me?" Cain asked, his voice husky from arousal.

"Yeah, why?"

My lips were still teasing his when I felt his fingers easily undo the button at my waistband and the zipper drawn down. A moment later his fingers inched inside my pants to cup my erection through my boxer briefs. The briefest moment of shock registered in my brain before it was replaced with an enormous amount of relief that overwhelmed me. The confident sureness of his palm clutching my cock and balls had me rolling my hips into his hand. There was no doubt I wanted his hands on me.

"Oh fuck. . . " I sighed.

"Want me to stop?" he questioned.

I pressed my forehead to his and tried to catch my breath. "Please, don't stop," I pleaded.

A slow smile formed on Cain's handsome face. "Hmm, you sound needy," he said. "I like that." Cain removed his hand from my pants and reclined again then undid the button and zipper of his own jeans. "Lean down toward me."

I did as he instructed and was rewarded when his hand returned to the front of my boxer briefs. I hissed at the instant pleasure when his deft fingers curled around my shaft and pulled off one agonizingly slow stroke. I swear I saw stars. With one hand he pushed my boxer briefs down to my hips. Cool air rushed over my heated skin when Cain exposed my dick and balls by tucking the waistband of the boxer briefs under my sac. His grip was firm and masculine yet agile. He knew his way around this theme park a helluva lot better than I did, so I willfully let him take control. He slid the skin on my shaft toward my tip and milked a drip of pre-come from the slit and my breath hitched. It was erotic as hell, hotter than anything I'd ever seen. His hand was so much bigger and rougher than what I was used to. Being palmed by Cain was enough to send me into orbit, versus the somewhat tentative touch of a woman. They knew how to get me hard and that was about it. The rest I'd always had to do myself to get myself there.

I watched him stroke me, back and forth, for several tight tugs, each time ending with his palm swirling over the head to smear more and more of the pre-come over my cock. There was something primal about seeing another man's hand pleasuring me. There were no questions in our shared gazes. We both knew where this was headed, as if we'd shared an agreement with nothing more than the flare of our pupils. His tugs were brash and certain, even his manhandling of my balls was harsh but perfectly delivered to inch me closer to the finish line. I'd never felt this wild from a handjob. His fingers slid behind my sac and pressed on something in my taint that felt so incredible that I growled like an animal.

"You like?" Cain asked.

"Fuckkk, this is amazing," I whispered. "I don't know what you're pressing on but I love it."

"It's your prostate," Cain explained. "If you like having your prostate rubbed on the outside, you'll lose your mind when I touch it on the inside."

"Inside?"

Cain nodded and the sly grin he gave me told me what I needed to know but he still said, "Inside your hole. A slight crook of my fingers and you'll have a spiritual awakening like you couldn't possibly imagine."

"Jesus—"

"Yes, you might even see Jesus," Cain teased. "Drop to your elbows."

I wanted to whimper at his unsaid promise of what was to come but the solace and ease I saw in Cain's eyes made me feel safe in his hands. I knew whatever he did to me, I'd be well taken care of and I was absolutely fine with that. I might even hear myself beg for it.

I quickly obliged his request and lowered myself to my forearms and our noses almost bumped. His breath was hot and I quickly caught his exhale in my mouth by sealing my lips with his. Cain fumbled between our groins but never missed a stroke on my shaft. A second later I felt the searing length of Cain's cock press to the underside of mine and I gasped. Our dicks were touching, lengthwise, from root to tip and Cain's hand wrapped around both of us.

"Mother-of-fucking-hell," I rambled against Cain's lips.

"You still okay?" he asked. His eyes connected with mine and held.

My breath hitched and I nodded at his question to let him know I was good to go. I wanted to memorize every detail of his expression, burn it into my brain and on my skin, so it lived with me forever.

Could I call a man gorgeous? In this case I had to, he was a certified wet dream for me and he completely stole the breath right from my lungs when he looked at me like that. He was as hungry and needy as I was, like an exact mirror image of what I was feeling. His eyes were so shiny and filled with care, and lust, and probably a bit of fear that I might panic and pull the plug at any moment.

No way I could do that. I was too close to coming my brains out in what would surely be one of the best orgasms of my apparently very vanilla sex life. All these years I fucked my way through life thinking I had it dialed in and was a total stud. I was so fucking wrong about everything. Nothing from my past compared to being with Cain. I had no idea what I was doing before today but what was happening with Cain was so fucking hot. Every sensation felt new and heightened, like next level shit I was unaware existed and we were barely doing anything.

I was getting a simple handjob but there was nothing simple about this. His touch had triggered something inside of me like fuel being ignited. One second I was intrigued and the next I was soaring above the clouds. Every part of my body was reacting to his touch—and the kissing. . . fucking hell, it was mind-blowing good. Which made me ask myself why hadn't I hooked up with a guy before now? I couldn't believe I'd been missing out on these sensations all these years. Then again, maybe this chemistry was specific to Cain and I wouldn't feel like this with any other guy. It didn't matter. In this perfect moment, I only had eyes for Cain, the taste of him on my tongue and the solid bulk of his toned body stretched out under me.

"Do you want me to make us come?" Cain asked with panting breaths.

"Yesss—a thousand times, yes," I said on a rushing exhale.

"Give me a little more room and watch what I do," Cain said.

I turned my hips slightly to allow Cain better access to our cocks and his stroking rhythm picked up. I watched his fist fly faster and faster over our shafts with more and more pre-come oozing out of us for him to use as lubrication. The friction was electric, just right, and I began to sweat. I wasn't going to be able to hold off more than a few more seconds. I tore my gaze off of our cocks and looked at his eyes. He was close, too. I could tell by the flush on his face and the determination in his eyes. He bit his lip and groaned and I knew we were there—together.

"Ready?" Cain asked.

"Fuck yesss," I said and moaned loudly. I was so greedy for the next ripple of pleasure Cain would give to me, I would have done just about anything right then to make it happen.

I leaned into his hold on me, thrusting my hips at times as I chased bliss. His fist tightened and my sac drew up tighter to my body. Light flashed in my periphery. I could feel the release leaving my balls and race toward the tip. I looked between us again and watched just as the orgasm ripped from my body. One hot blast of come shot from my slit and a second later Cain joined me. I threw my head back and roared with relief while rope after rope of our seed flew through the air and splashed on Cain's chest and stomach. More of it dripped off his fist, and some even cascaded down my abs.

There was so much come, the two of us mingled together over our skin was sexy as fuck. I could smell the scent of it mixed with sweat and pheromones. It was potent and raw. We sounded like animals when we climaxed, and I loved it so damn much. I was still in the middle of the aftershocks, and I was already wondering what Cain's recovery time was. I absolutely wanted to do this again—as soon as he was ready to go.

I fell to my side and faced him on the pillow again, smiling as I tried to catch my breath. Cain was in a similar state with his chest heaving and the shine of a large pool of come cooling on his torso.

"Looks like we made quite a mess," I chuckled.

Cain lifted his head slightly to survey the damage on his body and laughed. "Yeah, that's a puddle and a half," he said. "I bet it tastes like heaven." His finger swiped through the milky streaks to cover his digit and then he lifted it to his mouth. "I was right. It is delicious."

I felt emboldened and ran two fingers through it and shoved them into my mouth before I could think too much about it. Honestly, it didn't taste bad at all and I wondered what it might taste like blasting directly from his cock. Wow, where the hell had that thought come from? Apparently I'd come so hard I'd lost my mind.

Cain's hand slid behind my neck and tugged me closer for a slow, deep kiss. I could taste our combined releases in his mouth and it was hot as sin. I might even say it was addictive because I wanted so much more.

"How was that?" Cain asked once our kiss broke.

"Which part? Tasting another man's come for the first time or getting a handjob from a guy?" I joked.

"Yeah, both of those things," Cain said.

I burrowed in closer to him. "Well, I'm happy to say, I loved every fucking second—including clean-up duty at the end."

Cain burst out laughing which centered me in ways I couldn't explain. Later on I figured my mind might want to dissect what happened but right then, I was blissfully sated and comfortable with what happened.

"So, you're not freaking out?"

"At the moment, not at all," I admitted. "What's your recovery time like?"

"Jesus, are you serious?" he asked. "You want to go again after that?"

"I sure do—whenever you're ready," I purred.

"I've created a baby bisexual horn-dog," Cain teased.

"And you're loving the fact you're responsible for this," I said and kissed him again. This one lingered since the urgency had been abated with our orgasms. I took my time and explored his mouth like I had all night to do so. My hand slid down his throat and onto his chest—until I felt the spillage of our cold come on his skin. I pulled my hand away and licked my fingers while I watched his eyes flare with new arousal.

"It tastes better warm but it's not so bad cold either," I confirmed and Cain laughed. "How about we go shower together and get cleaned up. Maybe after that you'll be ready for me to make you dirty again."