Lawson searched his face, frowning, and pushed John’s shoulder back down, not realizing it had stiffened and inched upward again.
“I wanna try something with you,” Lawson murmured, intently eying his shoulder.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“In a way, yeah. But you’ll feel better afterward.”
He hesitated, and Lawson kissed him, “Trust me.”
Heart racing, he nodded. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“You won’t. Turn around.”
He did, feeling the heat of the water slide down his backside, followed by Lawson’s hands palming him. “Damn, I love your ass. Your scrubs don’t do you justice.”
John chuckled out a moan, letting Lawson massage his cheeks, fingers slipping into the crevice, making him stiffen. “There are condoms in my bag…”
“I’m clean, I tested last week. You?” Lawson asked, his magical fucking fingers grazing over his hole, causing John to buck backward, breathing hard into the wet tile.
“Yeah, I’m clean. Tested a few weeks ago.”
Lawson let out a grunt and kissed his shoulder, “Can I fuck you raw? Or do you want me to wrap it?”
He moaned at the idea of feeling Lawson—all of him inside him—and filling him with his hot cum. Why did that idea turn him on so much?
Fuck. Fuck. I am so fucked.
“Jesus,” John muttered. “Yeah, we can…” He couldn’t even say the word; it felt too intimate somehow, but it was just sex.
Just sex.
Right, keep telling yourself that, old man.
Lawson let out a breathy moan and continued to graze over John’s hole, a little more urgently now, his hand reaching out to get more soap, working his shoulder again. This time, it was painfully deep. He let out a surprised gasp and tried to relax, but it was hard to do.
Lawson’s fingers began to edge inside around the tight rim. He bit his lower lip, eyes shutting, feeling the sensations all over his body. Lawson widened John’s stance, angling his hips out to accommodate his own aching dick as it throbbed between his legs, desperate for Lawson’s touch. But he was busy painfully working his shoulder, tirelessly pushing on the same spot, digging deeper and harder. John’s jaw clenched and he fisted his cock, already leaking as Lawson fingered around his hole, which he finally withdrew, replaced by the tip of his cock.
Lawson released the grip on his shoulder and spat into his hand, lubing his dick, and once more returned to John’s entrance, slicker now. He was barely breathing, waiting in anticipation for the feel of Lawson inside him again. The young man pushed slowly forward through the tight rim, and John sighed, his body sucking him in and then…
Lawson’s voice changed, becoming that deep timber, low and so unbelievably sexy. “Take a deep breath…”
Fuuuck.
Where did this man come from?
Lawson speared forward, slamming into him. John let out a cry of pain and pleasure, knees trembling. This was only his second time doing this, and he was still getting used to the sensation of being fucked.
Lawson’s hand returned aggressively to his shoulder, digging once more at his muscle. With the other hand, he pushed John’s hips out, reaching around and tugging firmly on his dick. His calloused hand went to work on his cock, and John felt his body sway against him, relaxing once more, despite the tingling already starting in his balls.
“That’s it,” Lawson murmured against the shell of his ear, surrounding him, engulfing him. “You feel so goddamned good.”
Lawson released his shoulder, positioning his hands on his hips, and he began to move, thrusting in and out, a tight groan echoing from his chest, sending bolts of lightning through John’s bloodstream, forcing him to brace himself with a hand against the wet shower tile.
The sensations were too much and too slow. Lawson was taking his time, driving John insane as he felt every inch of his delicious hard cock slide in and out, hitting that sweet spot every damn time.
“Christ,” Lawson cursed breathlessly. “I wanna fuck you like this forever…”
The sound that came out of John was unexpected and humiliating—he whimpered. Shame flooded him, followed quickly by a blush that he was grateful Lawson couldn’t see. He rolled his head down, letting the water cascade over the back of his neck and over his jaw, his body moving in tandem with Lawon’s slow, methodical pace. The tightening in his lower belly began to unravel, his body relaxing with each thrust, the tension moving solely to his aching cock and balls now.
