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…”
The young cowboy finally eased out of him, and John collapsed into the bed, uncaring of the sticky sheet beneath him. Lawson’s hands were on his body again, stroking and palming his cheeks, up his lower back.
John smiled into the pillow, humming and feeling so fucking blissed out he couldn’t move.
Finally, after several long minutes of massaging and kissing, Lawson stopped and climbed off of him, walking back to the bathroom to clean up.
John managed to sit up, sinking against the bedframe, thoroughly and utterly relaxed, and downright amazed. He hadn’t expected that from Lawson. He never would’ve thought the quiet, mild-mannered resident could fuck like that. Or that John would like it that much. Because he did.
Lawson strode out, looking devastatingly handsome. His dark sandy blond hair was sex-tousled, his skin radiated a post-orgasmic glow, his sharp pale eyes were heated, and his lips danced upward with an arrogant smirk as he gazed over John’s wrecked body.
“How’s the shoulder?” Lawson asked.
“Better. A lot better,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
Lawson nodded, picking up his jeans and looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Good.”
John shifted, grabbing the edge of the sheet and pulling it over his lap. A sudden fatigue washed over him as the drain from the long week finally caught up to him, as well as the annihilating orgasm he had just experienced. He yawned and contentedly slid down into the bed, his shoulder feeling fantastic and his ass a bit sore from being ridden so roughly toward the end.
“I should go,” Lawson said, still holding his jeans and watching him.
John hesitated. Having him stay meant Lawson getting back in bed, which also meant the possibility of more sex, and they both knew that would be treading too close to the line they just crossed.
They couldn’t let this happen again, and they both understood that. A relationship with an attendee and his resident was heavily frowned upon, if not a fireable offense, depending on the hospital. And it wouldn’t affect just him. Lawson could be transferred out, or worse, possibly repeat his last year of residency.
