Page 133 of Daily Grind
The look on Brian was pure lust. “I’d love that, but…” He gestured to the couch. “Not the best place.”
True. Theycouldmanage, but there was a nice huge bed upstairs. He slid off of Brian, stood, and offered his hand. “Bedroomnow.”
Oh, that lit an inferno in Brian. His pants were off before they hit the stairs. At the top of the landing, Rob found himself pressed up against the wall, Brian’s knee between his legs. He rocked his shaft against Brian’s thigh.
Rob tilted his head back and grinned. “Someone wants something.”
“You naked.” Brian worked the buttons of Rob’s shirt open and pushed it to his shoulders.
Soft, hot lips nipped his collarbone and Rob arched against Brian. “Want more, take me to bed,” Rob said.
“With pleasure.” Brian swung him around and pushed him into the bedroom. On his way to the bed, Rob stripped the rest of his clothes off and they fell in a tangle of limbs and groans and kisses. Rob rotated and crawled down Brian’s body until that hard cock was between his lips again.
A moment later, Brian took him into his slick hot mouth, and Rob moaned around Brian’s shaft. That tongue could take away Rob’s mind.
Neither of them was going to last long. Too keyed up. Too hot for each other and oh, Brian’s mouth and tongue were a fucking wonder of nature. He stroked Brian’s dick. “Fuck, Bri. Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”
He felt the chuckle all the way up his spine, then warm breath against his balls. “Right here, in your bed.”
Damn right he had. Rob went down on Brian’s shaft again, relishing in the moans he felt around his own cock.
Brian caressed Rob’s balls, sending his pulse and desire skyward.
No way he was coming first. He slicked his finger with spit, then found Brian’s hole and circled it, all the while sucking and licking at Brian’s lovely cock.
A groan that vibrated the whole bed. “Oh my God.” Brian gasped for air. “Rob, I’m gonna—”
Then Brian closed his lips on him again, pumping and sucking his dick until all Rob could do was hold on and try to match the wicked rhythm Brian had set. Couldn’t even thrust, not with the way Brian held his arse.
Still wasn’t gonna lose. He slipped a finger inside Brian and thrust hard.
Brian uttered a strangled curse, his cock thickened, and hot salt hit Rob’s tongue.
Yes. Sofuckinggood. He licked and sucked until Brian shivered and cursed. “You—bastard.”
“Your mouth may be magic, but I have years of practice.”
“Guess I need more, then.” Brian rolled him onto his back, then that gorgeous mouth was on his cock again.
Rob gripped the sheets and thrust up into Brian’s heat, and gave himself over completely. “Yes. Fuck. Like—that!”
Brian flicked his tongue against Rob’s crown and engulfed what he could. Perfect. Fire flowed through Rob as he fucked Brian’s lovely tight mouth, light building behind his eyelids. His moans and curses bounced off the ceiling and back into his ears.
God, there wasn’t anything better than this. Pleasured by Rob, any way he could have his sometimes bitter, burned-out lover.
When Brian stroked Rob’s balls and pressed his tongue under his cockhead, Rob couldn’t hold back. Light scattered in his vision, heat shot through every vein, he thrust into Brian’s mouth and spilled every last drop of his seed.
Like every time before, Brian swallowed. Amazing. Unexpected.
When Rob could see clearly and breathe without gasping, he joined Brian at the top of the bed and kissed him.
Always a delight to taste himself in Brian’s mouth. “Cream in my Americano.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “Really?” But there was a smile there, and he pulled Rob in for another kiss. “In you, too.”
“A lot of guys don’t swallow.” He stroked Brian’s cheek. “I like that you do.”
Brian’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Really? I mean, I get it with porn. You’re there for the money shot. But in real life?”
