12. Chapter 12

I know Cain was concerned I wasn't putting my emotions under the microscope after last night and maybe I should take the time to do so, but it honestly didn't feel necessary. I know I kept saying that but it was true. There was no way I was going to deny I thoroughly enjoyed everything we did last night—and again this morning. Did there really have to be a big deal made about being with Cain? I'd always been the kind of guy who went after things that felt good and being with Cain felt better than good—it was fucking incredible. Just thinking about him made me smile and remembering how good the orgasms were with him continued to make my dick hard—over and over again.

The bottom line was just like the song Katy Perry sang about kissing a girl—except I kissed a man and I fucking loved it. Why not keep on doing it and see where it led? What else could I say?

It was almost noon by the time we made it out of my bedroom, freshly showered with clean clothes on. Although, as usual, I kept with my minimalist attire and only wore a tight fitting, black tank top with loose fitting khaki shorts that hung off my hips and no boxer briefs. The shorts were enough in my opinion and judging by the looks Cain kept giving to me, my chosen outfit for the day was perfect. I have to say, seeing him openly gawk at me the way he did was such a stroke to my ego. His perusal made me feel like a king and I struggled with the desire to haul him back to bed—but certainly not for more sleep. He had me feeling insatiable, like I was sixteen and discovering sex for the first time. I guess in some ways, that's exactly what I was doing—rediscovering sex—but this time with a man.

I got the coffee going while Cain toasted two bagels and we ate our late breakfast out on the patio.

"I was thinking we could work in the studio today and maybe lay some tracks on Honest Lies," I suggested.

"Sure, that sounds good," Cain agreed.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling energized this morning," I boasted.

"We pretty much missed the morning, Gage, but I can understand why you'd have a little more pep in your step today."

"Technically, we didn't miss the morning," I explained. "We had our hands full with things—very important things—and it took us longer to get out of bed."

"You think you're cute, don't you?" Cain teased.

"Maybe, but you seem to like me this way," I said.

"You're right but that's beside the point," Cain replied and sipped his coffee.

"What was the point?" I asked. "Oh, right. We were talking about having our hands full of each other this morning." I watched Cain's face heat and the growing bulge rounding out the front of his jeans.

"Stop it. You're making me hard—again," Cain said.

Cain rolled his eyes but the grin on his face told me he was enjoying this. I sure as hell was which was why I continued to tease him. I set my coffee aside on an end table and popped the button on my shorts then proceeded to reach inside the loose fabric and pull out my erection. I tipped the shaft forward then let it slip from my hand for it to slap against my lower stomach. An audible gasp left Cain's throat and I winked at him.

"Jesusss," Cain said in a husky tone. "You are an impressive fucker."

"I'm glad you approve," I said and lazily began to stroke myself while Cain's eyes remained glued to the movement of my hand. I absolutely loved the look of awe on his face. He made me feel invincible, like a real superhero—or a goddamned porn star.

It only took a minute of working my wood before a shiny pearl of pre-come began to pool at my slit. I held Cain's gaze and he looked downright hungry. His expression made me wonder what he was thinking then I realized there was only one way to find out.

"What's going on in that crazy mind of yours?" I asked Cain.

"Do you really want to know?" Cain questioned.

"Fuck, yeah," I responded.

"I'm thinking about dropping to my knees in front of you and taking that giant cock of yours into the back of my throat," Cain said. "Does that shock or scare you to hear?"

My breath stuttered at the visual that flashed inside my head of Cain on his knees before me. That was a beautiful thought for sure.

"I'm definitely not scared and if you want to suck my cock I'm certainly not going to turn you down," I stated and squeezed my shaft at the base to stave off the orgasm that was already building.

Cain didn't waste any time and took the three steps that separated us and knelt down between my spread thighs. I watched him as he stared at my leaking cock and licked his lips, then his lust-filled gaze lifted to mine. We'd gotten off together no more than ninety minutes ago and we were ready to go again.

"Are you sure you want this?" Cain asked.

I loved how he checked in with me to see if I was comfortable any time we tried something new, but it really was unnecessary. From the moment I kissed Cain, I knew I wanted to be with him in every way possible. I'd never experienced anything in my life that felt this real and natural.

I ran my fingers through his thick hair and trailed them under his chin.

"I would love to feel your lips wrapped around my shaft," I whispered and ran the pad of my thumb across his lips. His tongue darted out and licked at my skin and I smiled. "I can't promise I'll last long because what you're offering sounds sexy as fuck."

Cain's tongue lashed out and swirled around my entire thumb then he sucked it inside the heat of his mouth and hummed. I nearly lost my mind from that and wondered if I'd be able to handle his mouth bobbing on my cock without dying from the pleasure. But could there possibly be a better way to go? Doubtful.

He let my thumb slip out from between his lips and leaned forward to kiss me. I opened eagerly and reveled in the slippery glide of his tongue against mine. He was my heaven. There was no second-guessing it in my head—or in my heart.

"I want to taste you so bad," Cain purred against my lips.

"Go for it, please," I begged.

His hands rubbed at my thighs then reached under my ass to pull down my shorts. I lifted my hips and he succeeded in getting the material bunched around my ankles. A second later, his lips were on my sac, licking and then lavishing attention on them before his tongue slipped through the crease where my hip met my groin. His heat was all over me, feathering over my skin like the faintest caress.

"Cainnnn," I sighed. His mouth was everywhere except on my cock and I was already close to coming.

"You need more?" Cain asked, sounding husky with want.

"I need your mouth on my cock—so badly," I whispered.

His eyes lifted to meet mine, pupils blown and filled with so much lust. I felt like the luckiest man in the world. While holding my gaze, Cain's tongue circled my weeping head and then his lips stretched to take my girth.

I stopped breathing.

The visual of Cain settled on his knees between my open thighs was filthy and so fucking hot. I held my breath while his mouth adjusted to my size. His eyes were watery, and spit dripped down the part of my shaft he hadn't yet wet. I'd seen so many women in the same position as Cain and they blurred into an opaque haze of nothingness for me. Watching Cain work to get me into his throat made everyone before him disappear from my memory. The only memory I wanted was of Cain sucking me dry. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

My fingers returned to his hair, massaging his scalp before clutching a handful to hold. Cain groaned which had me tightening my grip a bit more, then I used my purchase to push another inch of my cock into Cain's stretched mouth. I felt Cain relax his throat around my cock and the rest of my shaft sank inside. His chin was resting on my balls.

"Goddamn, that is so fucking good," I said on a moan.

I spread my thighs wider and used both of my hands on his head to guide my cock into his mouth. With each thrust he managed to lick around my shaft before I slightly pulled him off, only to push myself back in to the hilt. The women I'd been with didn't like when I did this but Cain seemed to be loving it. In fact, he'd somehow managed to pull out his own cock and was feverishly working himself while sucking me.

This was going to end quickly for me and there was no way I'd be able to stop it. I was already seeing stars exploding behind my eyes. My balls were drawn up tight and the tingles in my groin were starting to spread out to every cell in my body. I was reaching out to grab hold of my orgasm when I heard something that wasn't coming from Cain. It sounded more like someone clearing their throat.

My head snapped to the left and I saw one of the guards from the front gate standing there.

"Oh, shit," the guard said. "I, um. Yeah. Okay. Well. . . "

I didn't know whether to finish or push Cain off of my cock. The decision was made for me when I felt Cain tremble, and an elongated moan came from his mouth as he released all over the patio stones. At the same moment, his suction on my cock increased ten-fold and I slipped over the edge, emptying everything I had inside Cain's throat.

"Yesss," I screamed and threw my head back as the orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

I was still quaking with aftershocks when I lifted my head, only to realize the guard remained rooted in the same spot. Almost like he was frozen in place with the look of shock on his face. I also noticed he had a prominent bulge showing in his pants.

"Shit, sorry to bother you, boss," the poor bastard finally said, "but Ray has called the guard house twice today wondering if you're alive. He said you haven't returned any of his calls for the last couple of days and he asked me to walk down here to check on you."

Cain staggered to his feet at the sound of the voice, leaving my spent cock just lying there on my stomach, but I didn't care. While Cain turned away from the guard to tuck himself back into his pants, I took my time to do the same—out in the open. If the guard had the balls to watch us finish, then I sure as hell could take the time to properly put myself away so as not to catch my ball sac in the zipper. Once I was appropriately zipped up, I scowled at the guard.

"If Ray calls again, tell him to go fuck himself," I stated. "I will call that asshole when I fucking feel like it. And the next time you walk down here with a message and see something like this, you better turn the fuck around and soundlessly walk away—immediately. Don't ever stand there and watch us again or you'll be looking for another job."

"Yes, sir, and I'm sorry for the intrusion," the guard said.

I watched the guard leave and then stood. Cain was already gone, so I walked into the house to find him. He was in the kitchen chugging a bottle of water. I waited until he set the bottle down on the counter before I stepped closer.

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "I can honestly say being caught with my pants down in the middle of something sexual has never happened here before today. Probably because I've never hooked up with anyone when I've stayed here. I hardly ever see the guards, so to see one of them while getting the best blowjob of my life is disturbing but I'm certain he won't ever do it again."

"It's fine—embarrassing, but it's okay," Cain said and smiled at me. "It didn't seem to stop either of us from getting off."

My cock twitched inside my shorts. "I saw you coming and there was no way I could hold off after witnessing that—regardless of who was watching," I confessed. "Your mouth felt too damn good."

"Was it really the best head you've had?" Cain questioned.

"Damn right it was," I confirmed. "You're also the first one who's been able to take all of me."

"Well, I loved every second of it—especially you pulling on my hair," Cain said. "That was a nice touch. I should confess that I've been wanting to blow you since the day we met and you were standing in the family room wearing nothing but your guitar. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. You're lucky I didn't drop to my knees then—right in front of Ray."

"Ray would not have seen the humor in that," I said and burst out laughing. If I'm being honest, I'm glad we took the time to get to know each other better before we even kissed. It gave me the opportunity to process my attraction to him and be comfortable with flirting and the desire of wanting more with him. I loved where we were right then. Meeting Cain was one of the best things that's happened to me. It had me wanting so much more and the really crazy thing is I could see myself with him after we returned to Los Angeles, too. I wasn't sure if that's what he wanted, but I was comfortable admitting that's what I wanted to myself. Telling him the same thing was something else but I'd see how everything evolved between us in the weeks ahead.

"You're okay with the guard seeing us?" I questioned him.

"Was he really standing there the whole time?" Cain asked.

"Not for the entirety of it," I explained. "He suddenly showed up just as you were about to come and then I quickly followed you. He basically watched us both get off."

"He must have a voyeuristic kink," Cain said. "Because most people would have turned and run."

"Perhaps, but he looked more like a deer caught in the headlights," I said. "Like, he wanted to leave but he was afraid to move. But I also noticed another interesting detail."

"What's that?" Cain asked.

"He was tenting his jeans," I replied.

"Holy shit," Cain said. "Maybe he wanted to join us."

"Yeah, I'm not ready for a three-way with two dudes and probably never will be," I admitted. "Plus, in the short time he was standing there, I can say with complete honesty that I was not the least bit attracted to him. In all my years, you are the only man I've ever looked at and had sexual thoughts about."

Cain stepped closer to me and hooked his arm around my waist and I did the same to him. "I feel so honored—and lucky, to be that man," Cain said, "and I promise to be a man worthy of your attention."

I kissed him then, because why would I not? He was standing pressed against me and his lips were still red and slightly swollen from sucking my cock and he was gorgeous. So I took his mouth and enjoyed every second of it, the seductive dance of our tongues, and the unique tastes I knew belonged to Cain with a hint of my release still lingering. He was turning out to be everything I ever wanted in a partner. It made me wish I'd met him years ago. It would have spared me from years and years of not quite feeling satisfied with who I was with and then feeling the need to find someone new. I was constantly chasing after something but I didn't know what was missing. I wasn't necessarily a relationship-phobe. I simply hadn't found the right person for me to want to share my life with them.

Cain changed that for me and now I could feel myself leaning into wanting more. A lot more, although I honestly didn't know what more looked like at this early stage. I just knew I wanted to spend my time with him and to always have him near me.

It was enough to make my head spin. I wasn't sure if hell had officially frozen over or if maybe I'd finally met my match with Cain. But there was only one way to find out and that was jumping into this feeling feet first and hoping for a soft landing.