Chapter 4 #2
Withdrawing from the kiss, he tilted his forehead into Lawson’s, breathing hard and catching his breath.
“Are you going to tell me to leave now?” Lawson teased once more, yet his voice was rough, his body arching against his.
“I should,” he muttered.
Lawson stepped back and provocatively slid his fingers up the sides of his stomach as he tugged off his thin black shirt, deliberately tossing it to the floor, revealing the well-built muscles and perfectly smooth flesh that beckoned to be touched.
Jesus fuck, this kid was hot.
He was a living, breathing Adonis, come to life to tempt him.
“You should,” Lawson agreed with a nod, his fingers slowly tracing over the buttons of John’s shirt, working them free one flick at a time, giving John plenty of opportunity to say no.
“Why did you come to me at the bar?” John bit out, trying hard to reason his way out of this and remind himself that this was a colossal fucking mistake. Because it was. He just couldn’t stop it.
“You looked lonely,” Lawson admitted softly, opening his shirt, letting his fingers slide over John’s stomach, over the contours of his chest, through the brown hair that curled and lined the planes of his torso.
Lawson’s fingers found his nipples and tantalizingly twirled over the flesh, lavishing attention on each nipple until they peaked and strained under his touch.
He swallowed, liking a little too much the bold way Lawson was touching him, as if he had every right to do so.
“I wanted…” Lawson licked his lower lip, seeming to want to take one of his nipples into his mouth. Something John wouldn’t protest.
“The last six months, you’ve taught me more than med school. You’re incredible. And I’m a nervous wreck whenever you’re around. I want to impress you all the time and not fuck up. I want to… fuck…”
John’s lips parted in surprise, and before Lawson finished his confession, he dropped to his knees and reached for the clasp of John’s slacks, unbuttoning them. He watched as this bold young man took complete control.
It seemed so easy for him. And John couldn’t look away.
Lawson expertly pulled down his pants and boxer briefs, eyes still holding his, licking his lips, pupils dilated.
He felt his cock spring free, relieved from the restraints of his clothes, the tip of his sex already leaking with precum.
Without breaking eye contact, he lifted John’s ankle one at a time, helping him step out of his clothes.
The excitement, the adrenaline, the thrill of this moment astounded him.
It had never been like this with Ben.
It had never been this intense. This real.
He swallowed hard as Lawson slowly dragged his eyes over John’s naked body.
This past year, he had put on a little more weight due to his stiff shoulder and his inability to take care of his body as he normally did at the gym.
He wasn’t overweight, just thicker around the hips and chest. If John went back to his boxing club, the weight would transform once more into hardened muscle.
And yet, Lawson didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to marvel at him from on his knees, as though looking up in a longing worship as Lawson reached for his hips, squeezing his flesh.
Lawson positioned himself closer, his rich golden hair shining in the soft glow of the lamplight in the bedroom.
Sighing, he bit his lip in greedy anticipation, and didn’t ask permission for what he did next.
Lawson opened his mouth over John’s sex, sucking it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over his sensitive leaking tip.
The rush of sensation had John cursing. The wet heat from the velvety sheath of Lawson’s mouth made his head spin as he reached for the back of his head and held him, trembling as he watched the way his cock slid in and out of those gorgeous damn lips.
And Lawson knew what he was doing. His cheeks inhaled with each suck, taking him all the way down to the root and dragging back up, licking and sucking.
His tongue slid over his tip and underside, making sure to taste and take every inch of him.
“Jesus, Lawson,” John gasped, watching the young man bob up and down on his dick. His cock was somehow getting harder under his tongue, and he decided to tell him, because he knew how much Lawson liked his praise.
Gently scraping his fingers through Lawson’s thick honey-colored hair, John leaned back to see more of Lawson’s face as he rasped, “Fuck… You’re good at this.
Really good…” He gasped when Lawson sucked harder, more frenzied.
His balls tightened and tingled, the orgasm tantalizingly close.
“That’s it. Oh fuck, you’re too good… stop, stop… ”
Lawson stilled, listening to his command and carefully lifting off his cock. Seductive pale blue eyes met his. John cupped the side of his face and dragged him upward.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” John whispered, rubbing the lips that devoured him with his thumb. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Lawson let out a sexy moan and slipped John’s thumb into the seam of his lips and sucked.
John’s cock twitched, leaking between them with unmet need.
It didn’t matter that Lawson was his responsibility at work, that he was off-limits in so many ways.
Tonight would be the one and only night they did this. He would make sure of that.
One night of pleasure.
One night, and they would never speak of this again.
One night, when he was just John.
Just himself. The man who could make mistakes, have faults and flaws, and be vulnerable. Scared even. Because this was a mistake. He shouldn’t be so weak. So weak for this man that he didn’t even know but wanted more than his next fucking breath.
John reached between them and unbuttoned Lawson’s jeans, their hungry eyes locked on each other, both unable to look away as though pulled by a magnetic string.
Lawson stepped out of his pants and boxers, kicking off his shoes and socks, standing naked and blindingly beautiful before him. Lawson was fucking gorgeous, and all John could do was look, and look greedily over the sharp contours of his body.
“Fuck,” Lawson breathed. John hadn’t even touched him yet, and his eyes leaped back to Lawson’s, confused.
“What?” John asked curiously, unable to breathe properly.
Apparently, Lawson was having the same reaction to the sight of his naked form as he was. Lawson reached for him, their bodies brushing, causing both men to groan at the sensation.
Lawson tilted his head upward and roughly kissed him. It was a collision of mouths, and John’s legs trembled, barely holding himself upright as they fought with lips and tongues. John instinctively undulated forward, his cock sliding against Lawson’s, and he moaned into his mouth.
Lawson gently but firmly pushed John back onto the bed, and he went, but his shoulder pinched beneath him unexpectedly, drawing out a curse.
Fuck, he didn’t want to be dealing with his shoulder right now. Not when he had this glorious stallion, hard and ready for him. Lawson abruptly stilled and pulled away, and without a word, headed toward the bathroom, the light flicking on for a brief second before turning off.
Lawson reappeared with the hotel’s small, individually sized bottle of lotion, his expression tight. “Lie on your stomach.”
John froze, unsure.
Lawson’s tone softened, “Please. Just trust me.”
He nodded, tossing the excess pillows onto the floor and sliding onto the cool bedding, letting out a breath as he stretched out.
John, hyperaware of every movement, felt Lawson’s knee on the bed next to his hip before he felt the weighted feel of his body straddling his waist. The warm heat of his naked body pressing against him made the fire in his veins rip through him.
Lawson felt so fucking good and strong and…
John gulped, his cock straining into the mattress, as he listened to the sound of the bottle being opened.
Was Lawson really about to give him a massage?
He was about to protest when he felt strong, calloused hands descend over his shoulder and he tensed, the pain forcing his eyes to shut and his back to arch.
“You’re all right,” Lawson murmured in the huskiest voice John had ever heard. “Just relax…”
John couldn’t, not when his dick and shoulder were throbbing.
“Breathe, Donnelly…”
Slick fingers expertly slid over the muscles of his back and up to his shoulder, and John let out a whooshing breath into the pillow.
“That’s it,” Lawson crooned. “Keeping breathing like that…”
Lawson’s incredible hands worked the muscles of his shoulder, over and over, sliding and pushing, going from soft to firm, stretching the muscles out.
This went on for what felt like an eternity, and all he could do was wordlessly obey.
“Jesus, Lawson,” John finally said after several minutes.
“I’m good at this, too,” Lawson said, and he could hear the smile in his voice.
“Took the words right out of my mouth.”
Lawson hummed, his body inching closer now, letting John feel the thickness of his manhood pressing into his backside, but his hands never once stopped, working their magic.
“I wanted to do this when you first told me today,” Lawson admitted in that deep, richly timbered voice.
“I wanted to drag you into an empty room and take care of you.”
John let out a nervous breath.
Lawson’s hands slid downward, chasing the muscle from his shoulder to his back.
“I see how hard you work for us. How much you give to every single person, and you never quit. It’s incredible.
You’re incredible,” Lawson murmured, and paused, sliding his dick between his cheeks, letting him feel him, all of him.
John gripped the sheets beneath his hands, nearly humping into the firm mattress beneath him.
Lawson’s hands moved down his lower back and over his hips, gripping him before moving up his sides, continuing to stroke, touch, and massage. Fuck, it felt so good.
“That’s it,” Lawson drawled.