Chapter 15 - Randy #2
He shifted, and I allowed him to guide me to the washroom. I blinked as he flicked on the light and stopped beside the sink.
I hissed as water hit the raw skin.
“Sorry,” Craig murmured as he splashed more water on it.
“It’s ok,” I replied. “It needs to be washed well.”
He continued rinsing it until the blood had been washed off, and we could verify that there was no wood in the wound. Then he tore off a couple of paper towels and pressed them to my arm.
“Hold that while I get your first aid kit?” he asked.
I nodded and kept firm pressure on the paper towels. “It’s on that shelf right there.”
He pulled down the box and opened it. “Antibiotic ointment?” he asked.
“Might as well.”
He pulled it out, along with a couple of gauze pads and the vet wrap. Then he washed his hands.
“Let me see,” he said softly as he uncapped the antibiotic ointment.
I pulled the paper towel back to reveal the jagged edges of the cut. But the pressure had done its job, and the bleeding was much slower.
I hissed at the friction as Craig spread the ointment along the edge of the wound.
“Almost done,” he replied, then pressed the gauze to my arm.
“I’m used to doing this myself,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
He glanced up, and there was something pained in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have to.”
“I…”
I didn’t know what to say, and the ache in my chest grew.
He gave me a soft smile, then started winding the bright blue vet wrap around my arm. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
“Ok,” I whispered.
He moved with the practiced ease of somebody who’d tended to their fair share of wounds over the years. But it was the gentle way he held my arm that stood out.
Once he was done, he faced me, holding my left hand in his while his right fingers traced along the hidden edges of the cut. “Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”
“I’m sure.”
He looked up, and our eyes met. “I… I just need to know you’ll be ok.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. His desperate sincerity caught on some long-repressed instinct.
Something deep inside longed for this—craved it. For once, I didn’t have to be strong. I felt safe letting an alpha—this alpha—take care of me.
There was a shift between us. It may have been nothing greater than the theoretical butterfly that flapped its wings, but I felt it with the force of a hurricane.
Craig stepped closer, still holding my arm between us. He cradled my wrist with his left hand, while his right traveled up my arm.
His fingers paused at my elbow, giving me a chance to ask him to stop.
No words came.
His hand continued up, fingers dancing over the line where my T-shirt sleeves ended. He paused again at my shoulder.
A soft sigh escaped my lips as his calloused palm came to rest against the side of my neck.
Another step forward. His fingertips skimmed my unmarked bonding point.
My breath caught in my throat, and every nerve tingled.
His gaze flicked from my eyes, to my lips, then back.
It was the tiniest movement, but the question it carried couldn’t have been louder if he’d screamed it from the rooftop: May I kiss you?
My reply was a single—almost imperceptible—nod.
I was tired—so tired. I’d denied myself everything for over a decade, and the weight of another refusal would be too much to bear.
My eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in.
His lips were slightly chapped. The kiss was gentle… tentative.
Then it was over.
I remembered to breathe as my eyes cracked open.
Craig’s gaze was searching—asking with his eyes if he’d overstepped.
It wasn’t enough.
The dam broke—and I was engulfed in a tsunami of every unfulfilled heat; thousands of lonely nights. Every hug I’d wanted but never received; the mornings that I ached from the loss of dreams that hadn’t been real.
A desperate whine bubbled up from my throat. “More…”
A moment of hesitation. He studied me.
“Please…” I breathed.
Craig plunged his fingers into my hair, bracing me as our lips crashed together.
I moaned as I let him inside and our tongues tangled. My hands trailed up his front and I fisted his shirt to keep him there.
His free arm snaked around my waist, and I shivered at the way he held me.
I was almost lightheaded before I was willing to break the kiss, and I only stopped long enough to suck in a lungful of air filled with aroused alpha scent before I closed the distance again.
Craig seemed to run out of air before I did, as he broke the kiss to move onto my cheeks. His lips traced along the line of my beard, almost to my ear, then down to my neck.
“Randy,” he growled as he peppered kisses along my neck.
My cock hardened and strained against my jeans, and since the dam had burst, there was no holding back. I’d had a taste of everything I’d missed, and like a parched man at an oasis, a sip simply wasn’t enough.
“Alpha…” I whimpered, shifting to press my bulge against him.
He pulled back to look at me, his gaze intense. “Are you sure?” he rumbled.
“Need it,” I whispered.
He shifted, his left hand tangling in my hair as his right traced down my front. He cupped me over my clothes, and I shuddered at how good that simple touch felt.
“Good?” he murmured, breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“May I?” he asked, fingers teasing along my waistband at the fly.
I nodded.
His kiss was gentle as he popped the button and drew down the fly. His fingers ran along either side of my cock above my boxers, making me moan.
He continued to massage my bulge until I was trembling against him, then his fingers traced the elastic waistband before he slid his hand inside and wrapped it around my erection.
My breathing quickened; a moan sounded like panting as nerves ignited under Craig’s touch. My hips bucked as he started stroking.
I slid my uninjured arm up and hooked it around the back of his neck, and my eyes fluttered shut as my ability to process anything other than the sensations coursing through me failed.
Craig’s forehead against mine, the heat from his soft growls fanned across my face.
It was so good, but something was wrong.
“W-wait…” I panted.
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.”
He added a twist as we continued to fuck into his hand, and that was enough to send me over the edge.
My whole body tensed—fingers digging into Craig’s back and toes curling—as I came.
And came…
And came…
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and every time I thought I had a chance to come up for air, another one would send me under.
I was vaguely aware of Craig growling, his cock pulsing against mine.
I allowed myself to be pulled under. I was safe with him.
It could have been minutes or hours before I returned to myself, body still tingling from the intensity of my orgasm.
Craig had shifted to my side and was running his fingers along my stomach.
“Hey,” he murmured as I smiled at him.
“Hi.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I melted at how tender it was.
But it wasn’t enough. As strong as it had been, that first orgasm had barely taken the edge off my awakened need.
I whimpered and squirmed.
“What do you need?” Craig murmured.
“Need you inside,” I whined.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
“Where are your condoms?”
I shook my head. “I’m on suppressants.”
“You’re ok with me coming inside you?”
I nodded. “Knot me, alpha.”
His eyes darkened, and he let out a deep growl. “Ok.”