We Had To Kiss... Had To {HamishxRandall}

Chapter 8

Forewarning: Sexual content in this chapter

"Fuck me, Hamish," Randall's voice was wrecked already, and my cock twitched inside of him at the sound, but the words were a demand. And I'd be damned if I didn't obey this one.

Randall's warm heat around me was downright intoxicating, the feeling of his warm skin beneath my lips a budding addiction.

Without a word, I started to move inside of him, and both of us cursed at the incredible feeling. My head fell back, eyes falling shut as I thrust in and out of Randall's heat, slow and sensual. A high whine came from Randall, and I opened my eyes to watch him. His eyes were barely open, his long lashes fanning out across his bronze skin. His plump lips were slick with my saliva and so kiss swollen it made my mouth water. His high cheek bones were flushed pink, so pretty in the dim light of the lamp. My eyes slid down the planes of his body, watching his abs contort as waves of pleasure rolled through his body.

"Faster babe," Randall's voice came out in a quiet moan and he bit his lip, cracking his eyes open a little more to gaze up at me.

My dick twitched inside him as he used that term of endearment for the second time, and I felt like I might be blushing as my heart stuttered in my chest. How on earth can I be blushing when we were literally in the middle of sex?

"Mm, you like it when I call you babe?" He smirked, winking up at me and wiggling a little on my dick.

Heat was coiling in my abdomen, my body ready for its release with the sound of 'babe' on his lips and that cheeky little wink alone.

"Fuck," I cursed, biting my lip and staring down at him as I tried to hold my orgasm at bay. I wasn't ready for this to be over yet.

He's so gorgeous it hurts, and I really don't know why I hadn't noticed sooner. Randall's hands found my wrists, climbing up my arms and giving my large biceps a squeeze with his long fingers. I leaned in, suddenly desperate to taste his lips again and kiss that smirk right off of them. He groaned at my ferocity, and I started to move my hips again. I felt it as Tundra rose to the surface within me, my body pushing itself to the max as I fucked Randall into the mattress mercilessly.

His eyes flew open and I saw Greybeard flash in the depths as he released a sound between a moan and a roar. Our noses bumped and I bit my lip aggressively.

"So beautiful," I groaned, focusing on fucking him relentlessly at that angle, knowing I must have hit his prostate with a reaction like that.

Quiet whimpers left his pretty lips as his lashes fluttered, his racing heart getting under my skin and lighting my veins on fire. His hands had slid back down and were wrapped loosely around my wrists, and I sensed he was damn close as his nails began to dig into my skin.

"Come for me sweetheart," I whispered, and another sweet little whimper escaped his mouth.

"You too?" He stuttered out, and I was honestly shocked he could speak. It sounded like it was taking a lot of effort and focus to do so.

"Mmm, yeah," I moaned, hips twitching against him.

Who knew Randall was that kind of lover? The kind that wasn't after just his own pleasure, but the pleasure of his partner as well. Honestly, it shouldn't have surprised me. Randall is the sweetest soul I've ever met, of course he would put his partner first. And fuck if that wasn't a turn on.

I slammed into him again, and Randall came with my name on his lips. He shot hot ropes across his stomach, and it made a pretty picture. Hearing him moan out my name like that was all it took to tip me over the edge. My hips stuttered as I spilled my come inside of him, and that thought alone made me want to do it all over again. I came so hard I was sure I was seeing stars, my whole body shaking with the force of it.

"That was..." I couldn't even put it into words.

Hot. Extraordinary. Perfect. The best sex I've ever had. And it was with a dude. It was with Randall.

I pulled out of him slowly, conscious of how sensitive we both were. A sad whimper left the wolfs mouth, and I rolled onto my side before pulling him into my embrace. That had been intense, and I felt that both of us would need the physical contact right then, messed by damned. Randall sighed happily, burying his nose in the crook of my neck, and I knew I'd made the right call. His hands lay against my chest, which was still heaving with the effort of regaining control of my breathing. He wrapped a leg around mine, tangling them together and moving himself deeper into my arms. He fit perfectly there, as if he belonged there, against my chest with his warm breath tickling the skin on my throat. I held him tighter, flexing the muscles in my arms to pull him impossibly closer with a whimper of my own.

The feelings coursing through me were... intense didn't even begin to describe them. It felt so... right to hold Randall like this. Like my body was so utterly sure that this was how things were supposed to be. I felt an overwhelming affection, adoration, for the knight in my arms. I felt almost giddy with delight, knowing I would be vibrating with it if I hadn't just had the most intense orgasm of my life. I released my own sigh, the sound full of satisfaction. I leaned in, laying a tender kiss on the warm skin of Randall's forehead.

"Well, I didn't expect to be a bottom," Randall acknowledged with humour in his tone.

I snorted and rolled my eyes. He would interrupt this moment with a comment like that.