I stand up. I strip off my own clothes quickly—polo, shorts, boxers—tossing them onto the chair. When I’m naked, I push him backward until his knees hit the mattress.
“Get on the bed,” I order. “On your back.”
Preston scrambles onto the bed. He lies back, looking up at me, his chest heaving. He looks wrecked already.
I crawl over him. I position myself between his legs. I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out the bottle of lube.
“Safe?” I ask, unscrewing the cap.
“PrEP,” Preston breathes, his eyes locked on mine. “Since I started residency. You?”
“Same,” I confirm. “Good.”
I squeeze a generous amount of the slick liquid onto my fingers. I spread his legs wider, draping them over my shoulders.
“Relax,” I say, pressing a thumb against his entrance.
He tenses.
“Preston,” I say, using my Chief Resident voice. The one that makes interns freeze. “Look at me.”
He locks eyes with me.
“Submit,” I whisper. “Let me have this.”
He exhales, a long, shaky breath, and his body goes lax. “Yours,” he says. “I’m yours.”
I slide one finger in. He’s tight, but he yields. I add a second, scissoring them, stretching him open. He makes a broken noise in the back of his throat, his hands clutching the sheets.
I find his prostate and curl my fingers, pressing up firmly.
Preston cries out, his hips snapping up off the mattress. “Luke—right there. God.”
“You like that?” I ask, keeping the pressure steady. “You like giving up control?”
“Yes,” he chokes out. “Yes, please.”
I prep him until he’s loose and slick. I position myself at his entrance, the head of my cock brushing against him.
He reaches for me, desperate. “Luke, please. Now.”
I push in.
It’s a slow, steady invasion. I claim him inch by inch. He’s tight, incredibly hot, wrapping around me like he was made for this. I sink in to the hilt, feeling him stretch to accommodate all of me. Skin to skin. Nothing between us.
Preston throws his head back, a silent scream of pleasure on his lips.
I hold still. I lean down, bracing my hands on either side of his head.
“Look at me,” I command.
He opens his eyes. They’re wet.
“You’re taking this so well,” I praise him, kissing his forehead. “Good boy.”
He shudders at the praise. “Move. Please, move.”
I withdraw almost completely, then thrust back in hard.
