Strange Medicine (Dr. Maxwell Thornton Murder Mysteries #1)(52)

“I’m glad.” He surprised me when he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue between my lips.

At the first touch of his mouth on mine, I groaned and clamped my hands on his hips, pushing against him as need took over. We kissed hungrily, the heat of his body against mine and the scent of precum and coconut shampoo filling the small cubicle. He thrust his cock against mine insistently, our heated flesh sliding together as we wound around each other.

He slipped his hands down my back, cupping my ass with a sigh. “What do you say I fuck you this time?”

Excitement rippled through my gut. “Is that so we can keep things even?”

He smiled, lust buzzing through his gaze. “That and I really, really want to fuck you.”

I swallowed. “Okay.” He kissed me again, and I shivered with need. I had no objections to being on the receiving end occasionally. I preferred it the other way around, and I didn’t let just anyone inside me, but the thought of him slipping his cock in me had my knees weak with desire.

He broke the kiss and slipped from the shower, and I leaned against the tiles, watching as he grabbed a condom and the lube from the medicine cabinet. When he returned, he wore a little smile. “Ribbed fiesta-colored condoms?”

I laughed gruffly. “They were on sale.”

He smirked. “You’re such a practical man, Sheriff.”

“Well, surviving on a small-town budget can be challenging.”

“I’ll bet.” He ripped the rubber open and slipped the condom over his cock. Then he looked up, his expression salacious. “Assume the position?”

I snorted as I turned to face the wall. “That’s usually my line.”

He squeezed my ass. “I’m the one in charge right now.”

“Yeah?” I whispered, my ass literally clenching at his words. When he slipped two lubed fingers into my hole, I shuddered and rested my head against the cool tile. “Oh, fuck.” It felt so good to just let go and feel. Instinctively, I trusted he’d be gentle with me.

He kissed my shoulder blades. “You’re tight.”

“Yeah. I don’t let guys fuck me too often.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t. You like to be in control, I’ll bet.” He tenderly worked the bundle of muscles at my entrance, teasing and stroking them. “I get it. I like being in control too.”

I whimpered as he pushed his fingers deeper. “Fuck.”

“You like that, Royce?” His voice was husky. “Just wait. You’re gonna love my cock even more.”

I shuddered and pushed back against his hand. “Yeah, fuck me.”

“You sure you want that with me?”

It seemed an odd question, seeing as his fingers were buried deep in my ass, but I appreciated his caution. I twisted so I could look him in the eye. “Yeah. You’re different from most guys.”

His mouth curved in a smile. “That’s a nice way of putting it.”

I laughed softly, and when he started moving his fingers in and out of me slowly, I groaned against my forearm. It felt so good I had to stop myself from begging him to hurry up. I craved the thick, hard pressure of his dick. While I loved slipping into a guy’s tight ass, now and then I needed to be taken; I needed to give up that power.

Once he had me clinging to the walls and panting weakly, he pulled his fingers from me and held his cock to my hole. “Relax, Royce. Just go with it.”

“Oh, God,” I wheezed, excitement building in my chest at the pressure of his dick against my hole.

He leaned his weight on me and bit my shoulder, pushing his cock into me at the same time. I yelped, but the bite helped me deal with the painful stretching as his wide cock entered my sensitive ass.

“Jesus,” I groaned, my body trembling as he impaled me, pushing me against the wall. My muscles shook as I struggled to absorb his sizable cock. “Oh. Fuck. Me.” I clenched my jaw and moaned loudly, pressing my hands against the slick tile so I didn’t slide down the wall.

He pushed his head against my back as he thrust deeper, his voice shaking with lust. “God damn,” he whispered, pulling out and then flexing his hips forward and sliding back in hard. “So fucking good.”

Picking up his pace, he pumped into me roughly. The friction of his dick was so delicious I couldn’t form words; all I could do was grunt and hope I didn’t come too soon. The width of him stretched me to my limit, and every thrust into me shoved me closer and closer to the edge. No way could I last. I’d wanted this for too long.

“Max,” I moaned, as I felt my self-control slipping away. “I’m gonna come.”

“Good,” he growled, increasing his thrusts.

The buzzing pressure in my balls surged and zipped up my cock. With a chest-deep groan I exploded, cum splattering the wall as I shuddered my release. His arms came around my waist, and with two hard thrusts, his cock jerked deep inside me. He hissed with his face pressed to my back, and his body trembled as he came.

It felt nice in his arms, but as my climax faded, my legs were definitely shaky. I think he felt unsteady too because he braced himself on the wall with a weak laugh. “I swear, I really did leave my watch in here.” His voice wobbled with amusement.

“I ain’t complaining.”

He straightened and pulled out. I turned, and we kissed softly, my entire body warm and relaxed. He stroked me and pressed his lips to my neck affectionately.