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.
