Chapter 4 #3
He was surrendering one muscle at a time to the young cowboy, and he was surprised by how little he minded. He trusted Lawson.
His hands slid once more to his hips, “Get on your knees…”
John did, his heart beginning to race.
Lawson applied more lotion to his calloused, strong hands and began to work the backs of his thighs, then upward, climbing higher and higher.
John saw stars by the time Lawson reached over and grasped his dick between his legs, stroking it firmly in a tight grip.
His moan was weak and breathy. Lawson let out his own breath, fingering the tip of his wetness.
“You’re so sexy,” Lawson whispered against his side, his cock brushing against his ass, pumping against him slowly and methodically. “Do you know how hard I work to earn your praise every single fucking day?”
He shivered, unable to move as Lawson’s other hand slid between his cheeks, sliding his lotioned finger over his entrance, causing John to jerk and nearly buck.
“All I want is your eyes on me, telling me how good I am…” Lawson admitted in a rush, fingering the tight hole.
John barely contained the moan as Lawson’s finger edged around the rim of his hole, slowly inching inside, widening him, preparing him.
He cursed himself for not being brave enough to admit to Lawson that this was his first time.
It felt too vulnerable, too exposed—that he was so far gone from knowing himself that it had taken him until nearly middle-age to figure out that he liked men.
His face flushed with embarrassment and shame.
He refused to let it ruin this perfect moment with Lawson.
He wouldn’t regret this now. That was for later.
John pushed backward onto his hand, and Lawson cursed in a hot breath against his skin, shoving another finger inside him and causing him to finally buck, fingers grazing that euphoric spot that caused shivers to erupt all over his body.
“I want you to feel as good as I do when you praise me, Donnelly.”
Oh. Fuck.
Lawson slid in and out of his tight hole, and Donnelly’s head dropped into the pillow, his ass in the air as Lawson fucked him with his fingers. It was intrusive and filling, and he couldn’t wait for more. He was so relaxed, so ready, because Lawson had warmed up every part of his body.
“Condom?” Lawson asked in a tight breath.
John slowly eased himself off his hand and reached for the nightstand drawer, opening it to reveal the lube and condom he had intended for another person as he handed it to him.
Lawson’s hands were on his body a second later, working his hole with slippery lube and his other hand racing up and down his back before clasping his hip, adjusting himself behind John on his knees.
“Fuck,” Lawson murmured. “I never thought this would happen…”
His strained confession startled him, and yet aroused him more.
Lawson wanted him, and that felt selfishly good.
He liked that this young man wanted to fuck him.
Being wanted was a powerful thing that he now truly understood as he chased Lawson’s fingers over his entrance, needing more. So much more.
He had seen how large Lawson was and wasn’t surprised by how beautiful his dick was, too. Every inch of this young man’s body was breathtaking, and he wanted to see it, but he also wanted to be fucked, exactly like this.
“I didn’t think I could actually sneak into my captain’s quarters and fuck him,” Lawson rasped, and his body thrummed with a sudden rush for how forbidden this was, how taboo, and how deliciously hot.
He swallowed, his dick pulsating with need, his blood roaring in his ears as Lawson tilted his hips toward him, feeling the thick press of his cock into his tight virgin hole.
How many times had he fantasized about this with a man?
How many times had he wished for this very thing?
He would never have imagined it would be Wyatt Lawson fulfilling this fantasy for him.
Lawson pushed slowly in as he let out a gasping noise. John felt himself stretch around Lawson’s thick, hard cock. He almost felt too big, and John tensed, which Lawson felt, and he began massaging him again, touching everywhere, all at once.
“Relax… breathe…” Lawson said in that sexy goddamned voice that made John’s tip leak. “I’m not gonna hurt you… unless you want me to.”
Jesus Christ, this kid!The feel of his heavy cock pushing into him made the stars return behind John’s closed eyes as he pushed himself backward onto him, forcing himself to relax.
“That’s it,” Lawson whispered, inching slowly into him.
He tried hard to stay relaxed, feeling the invasive sensation of Lawson filling him.
When the cowboy was fully sheathed inside him, John realized that Lawson was much bigger than he had realized, and it took a moment for his body to accommodate his size.
He trembled, fingers gripping the sheets, stuffed to the brim with Lawson’s dick.
It was sublime.
It was perfect.
It was everything he needed.
Everything.
Lawson’s body shook against him. “I need to move.”
“Yeah…” John rasped.
Lawson’s magical hands were once more stroking him as he slid his impossibly hard erection out slowly and thrusted forward all the way in. John gasped. Lawson did it again and again, hitting his prostate, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his bloodstream, sizzling him from the inside out.
“Oh fuck, Lawson,” John moaned, head hanging, arms braced, body tense as Lawson groaned, hands gripping his hips, picking up speed. John’s cock was leaking everywhere, his balls tingling and tightening against his body.
He was so close. Too close. He didn’t want it to be over so soon.
It felt so fucking good.
Lawson let out a strained breath and began to fuck him.
Each thrust, each pounding tempo of his hips, unlocked something deep and raw inside him.
John’s jaw clenched as the burning tension of his headache vanished, replaced by a tidal wave of emotion bristling at the corners of his eyes, and he tensed.
Lawson immediately stilled, panting. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Don’t stop.”
Lawson hesitated, unsure.
John cursed, blinking away the moisture, grateful Lawson couldn’t see it. “Lawson, Jesus Christ, keep fucking me.”
Lawson’s fingers reached between his legs, tightened painfully around his cock, and slipped over the tip, “Fuck… Yes, sir.”
John’s brain exploded.
Yes, sir.
Oh no.
Oh God.
He liked that far too much. He shivered and began to shake. He never remembered sex feeling this fucking good. Never this good with a woman. And never this good with Ben, even though it never got this far.
Where Lawson was unsure and nervous in the ED, he was confident, if not utterly magnificent, in the bedroom.
Fuck, it was almost too much.
Lawson’s hand pumped him one more time before sliding away and returning to his shoulder, and he, unexpectedly, pushed hard onto the frozen muscle, dick buried deep inside him.
John grunted and then groaned as Lawson dug into the muscle and carefully lifted his arm backward, forcing John to arch his back as Lawson stretched his arm and shoulder.
Lawson kept stretching, pushing him so far back that he was fully impaled on Lawson’s cock, causing John to nearly cum.
And then Lawson maneuvered his hips, sliding in and out, holding his arm behind him, fucking him slowly—thoroughly.
“Holy shit,” he gasped out into a breathy sob.
Lawson held his arm like a rein and rode him like a stallion, picking up the pace, fucking him with a pounding wildness, galloping together to the edge.
His cock was leaking so much that he knew he could cum just like this.
His sex spasmed, tip filling with the scorching need to release.
John didn’t have to chase the orgasm building. It was already there, desperate and needy. Lawson let go of his arm, positioning John’s hands into the bedframe and holding them both together as he rutted into him. John felt Lawson’s face bury into his shoulder, groaning.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” Lawson growled. “You feel so good. I don’t want to stop. I don’t wanna cum yet.”
John moaned. It was loud and thoroughly embarrassing, but he didn’t fucking care. He was all sensation now. All thought, all reason, had fled him the moment Lawson’s dick entered him.
Lawson’s hand reached once more between his legs and grasped him fully, tightly. All it took was a few pumps and John’s entire body tightened, bracing himself.
“Fuck…” Lawson hissed against his shoulder. “You’re close.”
“Yes,” John panted.
“Cum for me, Dr. Donnelly,” Lawson husked into the shell of his ear, and that was all he needed to be pushed over the edge as he gasped and came, spewing hot, thick ribbons of cum all over Lawson’s fist and the bed.
“Oh god…” John whimpered, cheeks tightening around Lawson’s thick cock. “I can’t stop.”
Lawson let out a stream of muffled curses and pounded so hard that John nearly buckled under his powerful thrusts, and that’s when Lawson stiffened and unloaded inside him.
He loved the sensation of it and would have loved it more without the barrier of a condom.
He wanted to feel the warmth of his cum deep inside his ass, stuffing him full to the brim.
Lawson held John against him as he climaxed ruthlessly, shaking as he finished. John continued to squeeze him, milking out every drop, enjoying every jerky flare of his hips as he seemed to sink further into him.
Panting hard, Lawson didn’t release him right away, continuing to hold him, brushing light kisses over his shoulder, murmuring incoherently in hot breaths.
He loved the sensation of being this ruined.
His legs shook beneath him, but he continued to hold himself up for Lawson’s affectionate petting, as though he, too, didn’t want this to be over. Because fuck, it was good. It was too damned good.
Lawson humped a little more, his dick softening, and he was too weak from pleasure and euphoria to stop him from taking whatever liberties he wanted with his body.
“Donnelly,” Lawson marveled, “Fuck…”