Goosebumps erupted down his back, and his hands went to work, capturing Lawson behind the neck, holding him close while he greedily took from his soft lips and hot mouth.
Lawson's hands were busy as well, fastening themselves to his hips, locking them together as the young man arched into him, chasing the sensation and friction of their hard cocks against one another beneath their clothing.
Another reason he had been craving tonight with paramedic Ben was that John didn’t want to bear the weight of responsibility. Not in the bedroom, at least. He was looking for someone else to take control—to lead him. To give him the permission and freedom to lose control, just here in the sanctity of bed play. Because he needed somewhere in his life where he wasn’t there togivebut toreceive, and better yet, be taken care of.
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 everyright 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 inhaledwith 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.
