Page 69 of Not Looking
Everything stopped, and I almost whined from the change. His hand was gone from my cock, and he’d stiffened against me.
“Not… Not here,” I managed. “Bedroom.”
“Lead the way,” he rumbled.
I pulled him in for another kiss before letting him step back.
We made our way through the workshop, and I somehow remembered to close the garage door before I led him inside my cabin. We climbed the stairs, then we were inside my bedroom.
A moment of insecurity snuck in, but Craig squashed it when he slid one hand into my hair and pulled me into a kiss. The slide of his tongue against mine reignited the inferno, and it was only a couple of seconds before I was reaching for his waistband.
“Randy,” he growled as his hands slipped beneath my shirt.
I whined at the intense pleasure of his calloused fingers against my skin, and I fumbled with his fly. Slick gathered at my entrance, and every second without him was like an eternity.
He got the hint and tugged my shirt over my head, and his growl deepened as he got a good look at me.
I couldn’t remember the last time an alpha had looked at me with such open desire. Had they ever?
Then his hands were at my waist, and he pushed my pants and boxers down. I sat on the edge of the bed to allow him to remove them, then I scrambled back.
Craig’s lusty growl filled the room. “You’re so beautiful.”
I shivered. The tone in his voice had the finality that proved he meant it; they weren’t just words to get into my bed.
He pulled his shirt over his head and shimmied out of his pants.
I groaned as his cock was freed from the confines of his briefs. It was long and thick; hard—for me.
He crawled across the bed and captured my lips in another kiss, then he lowered himself and took both our cocks in hand.
He gave a few strokes, each sending sparks of pleasure up my spine, then he paused. “Do you have lube?”
I nodded. “Nightstand.”
He shifted enough to pull the drawer open and rummage through, then kissed me again. It was only after he’d warmed the lube that he took us in hand again.
Then he started thrusting.
Pleasure exploded through me, and I couldn’t help but thrust into his grip.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded. “Y-yes.”
I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. His pleased growl in response made everything better.
“Randy,” he rumbled as he broke the kiss and leaned in to kiss my neck and shoulder. “Beautiful Randy.”
“Craig…” I moaned in response.
His mouth returned to mine, and the kisses turned frenzied as we continued to thrust into his grip.
It was too good, and it had been too long.
“I-I’m not going to last,” I gasped as I broke the kiss.
“Then don’t try,” he growled in response. “Let yourself feel good.”
