Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Theo
Hamish took my hand and turned it so it was palm up before drizzling an ample amount of lube into it. He guided my hand to his cock and encouraged me to take hold of him.
“Spread that around, get me nice and slick,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me as I did as he instructed and stroked him slowly, slicking his cock. He reached out and wrapped his hand over mine. “Tighter,” he rasped as he squeezed my fingers until he let out a satisfied groan.
With his hand over mine, Hamish guided me on how fast to go, how hard to squeeze, what rhythm he liked best. In response, my cock had risen again, and it was easy for me to imagine him on top of me, riding me while I stroked him just the way he liked it.
It struck me then how beautiful of a man Hamish was.
His cheeks had turned a healthy shade of pink that travelled up to the tips of his ears.
His lips were parted and perfectly kissable, and so I reached up with my other hand and pulled him down to me.
But it was his soul that was the most beautiful thing about him.
Hamish was a gentle man. Patient and kind. He made it easy to want to give him things.
“Tell me what you need,” I whispered against his mouth before kissing him again. Our hands were trapped between us now, but Hamish managed to thrust his hips and fuck my fist.
“Just keep kissing me,” he pleaded, slanting his mouth over mine again. He might have initiated the kiss, but it was me who led it. Me who was the aggressor, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, licking the sighs and whimpers as they poured out of his throat.
Hamish’s hips kept a steady pace, but by now, my cock was hard again and desperate to get in on the action.
“Wait,” I told him, and Hamish whimpered as he forced his body to stop.
“Sit up for a second.”
Grabbing the lube, I drizzled it directly on my cock then took my hand and wrapped it around both shafts the best I could. I used my other hand to create a more complete channel. Looking up at Hamish, I smirked at him and started stroking again.
“Oh shit, that’s…” Hamish leaned forward and planted a hand on the bed next to me so he could better control his thrusts. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, his eyes falling shut.
I watched his face, mesmerized by how hot he was, how sweet he looked when he was chasing bliss. He furrowed his brow as he got closer. Then suddenly he stopped and stared down at me, panting and sweating.
“I want… but it’s been… fuck.” Hamish wiped a hand down his face, then back up and he shoved his hair off his forehead. “I wasn’t exactly expecting tonight to go this well. I haven’t had the best luck lately.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I assured him.
“I—” Hamish screwed his eyes shut.
“Hamish, look at me.”
He was slow to listen, but he eventually managed to pry his eyes open and look at me again.
“It’s clear to me that at some point in your life, someone might have made you feel bad for not wanting certain things, or wanting them a certain way, and I need you to know that I’m not that person.
If you want to just kiss and frot, and grind yourself against me until you’re finished, that’s fine.
That’s more than fine. Kissing you is not a hardship. ”
Hamish’s shoulders slumped and it wasn’t until then that I realized how tense he’d been.
I released my grip on his cock and wiped my hands on the blankets, laundry be damned. “Come here,” I said as I took hold of his face and cradled it in my hands. “Go at your own pace. Do what feels good for you.”
I wanted to find the person who had treated Hamish so abysmally that the idea of disappointing someone scared him.
But he wasn’t scared now as he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against mine.
Now, he was relaxed, all except for one very rigid part of his body.
He kissed me in a languid, unhurried way.
Something in my chest warmed at the idea that he wanted to take his time with me.
That it wasn’t just a quick orgasm he was after.
Hamish kissed me like he wanted to be here, with me instead of anywhere else.
Like I was someone worth taking his time with.
The longer he kissed me, the more I grew to need him.
It was like he was a drug. Eventually, our kisses were open-mouthed and delicate as we panted and tried to catch our breath.
Hamish buried his face in the curve of my neck and kissed me there, hard and deep.
I could tell he was sucking up a bruise.
Marking his territory perhaps. The sharpness of the act made me fall apart for a second time, and then Hamish was kissing me again.
Long and deep as his hips thrust, grinding his cock against mine as it twitched and came.
I clung to him, held him as tightly as I could and it seemed like another small eternity before the dam broke and Hamish came too.
A sob of relief bubbled out of him, and his hips went from languid to frantic as he chased the end of his orgasm down like his life depended on wringing every last drop of cum from his body.
And all at once, Hamish went limp. His face still buried in my neck, I could feel him try to get his breath. I combed his sweaty hair off his forehead and held him until our breathing returned to normal.
This was usually the time when my dates would make an excuse to leave.
Sometimes, if they’d convinced me to go to their place, I’d wait until they fell asleep before slipping away.
I found that I didn’t want Hamish to leave, though.
He’d been great company tonight. I’d never met someone as patient and kind as him.
There was the way he’d made me feel safe. Even now, his presence soothed me in a way I’d never experienced.
“Can you stay the night?” I asked him, bracing myself for a refusal.
“You want me to stay?” he asked, sounding surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I want you to stay?” I answered him. “I had an amazing time, even when I was terrified out of my mind, and I’m not ready for it to end yet.”
Hamish shifted around so he could look at me. “Me either.”
“I do sleep with the lights on, but I have a sleep mask you can borrow if you need one.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I didn’t plan on sleeping yet, to be honest.”
I smiled broadly, unable to hide my happiness or play it cool. “Neither did I, actually.”
I might have still been afraid of the dark, and I definitely was never going on another haunted walking tour ever again, but going out tonight had paid off in a way I’d never anticipated, I thought as Hamish pulled me close and kissed me again.
The End.