Page 31 of Daily Grind
Freckles dotted his shoulders and his small pink nipples were hard buds. Rob’s chest rose and fell with his rough breathing and met Brian’s gaze, eyes blue in the cool light of the room.
Brian kissed Rob’s shoulder and ran a hand over his stomach. He’d never wanted to explore a body so badly. Rob tasted of salt and his scent filled Brian’s nostrils. Those hitches in Rob’s breath sank straight into Brian’s bones.
Rob scraped fingers across Brian’s back, urging him closer and lower at the same time.
He knew that move, as well. He’d get there eventually. Brian shivered. No idea how good he’d be at giving head, but damn if he didn’t want to try. However, there was so much of Rob between his mouth and his cock that Brian wanted to examine first.
The skin on Rob’s chest was soft, but the muscle beneath delightfully hard. Brian cupped Rob’s pec and flicked his thumb over the nipple.
Rob trembled. “Fuck.” All moan.
“Like that?” Brian whispered over the other nipple. Before Rob could answer, he skimmed his tongue over the hard nub.
Rob tangled hands into his hair and hissed. “God, yes.”
So, Rob was sensitive there. Given that he seemed to be urging Brian for more, Brian lavished his attention on one nipple, then the other, his fingers stroking and pinching when his mouth wasn’t.
Rob moaned and cursed, his skin so hot under Brian’s mouth and fingers. He loved every fucking second of it. The sounds, the way Rob rocked against him.
Should have tried this sooner—but then would he have found Rob? Hard to tell. He drifted lower, licking over abs and nibbling at the trail of hair down Rob’s torso.
Rob panted, his fingers caught in Brian’s hair. “Sure you’ve never done this before?”
Brian flicked his tongue into Rob’s bellybutton, and spoke against his skin. “Not with a guy.” He settled between Rob’s knees, kneeling on the floor. This was the point where he’d shuck a woman’s jeans and panties and happily go down on her.
Rob let go of his head. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Soft words.
That, too, was often his line. He’d meant it and felt in his bones that Rob did. “I know.” Hedidwant to slide those dark gray pants off, find out if Rob was a boxer or briefs guy, and discover what his dick tasted like.
His own cock was straining at his jeans, balls aching, and every nerve vibrating with need for the man he knelt before. “If it’s all the same to you…” He kissed Rob’s stomach above his belt buckle, then undid it. “I really want to suck your cock.”
Rob stroked his cheek and spoke in a voice that rumbled through Brian. “By all means, be my guest.”
He undid the button and zipper, and peeled open Rob’s pants. Briefs, from the looks of it, and black. The unmistakable bulge of an erect dick tented the cotton and curls of red hair peeked from under the waistband.
Brian’s heart thrummed against his ribs. Good God, here he was at last. He mouthed Rob’s shaft through the fabric and yanked his dress pants farther down.
A soft, unintelligible curse fell from Rob, all wrapped up in an accent far thicker than normal. Rob’s hands twined in Brian’s hair and his thighs quivered.
That hard-yet-malleable length felt so good beneath his lips. Brian breathed in the scent of Rob’s arousal and folded the briefs back until his shaft became free. They both inhaled at the same time. Heat rose from his toes to his head.
The carpet matched the drapes and God, every bit of Rob was gorgeous. He’d only ever glimpsed uncut dicks before, and now he had an up-close view. Perfect. Brian wrapped fingers around Rob’s cock and stroked a few times, pulling soft moans from Rob.
When he looked up, Rob watched, eyes wide and lips wet. He rolled his hips in motion with Brian’s strokes. “I wouldn’t have known I’m the first,” Rob said, his voice thick. “If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have fucking known.”
“Guess I’m doing something right.” Brian shifted his gaze to Rob’s dick and the clear fluid gathered at the tip.
“More than right,” Rob murmured. His hands slid in Brian’s hair. No pressure, but it was pretty clear what Rob wanted.
Since he wanted that too, he sucked the head of Rob’s dick into his mouth. Bitter salt, but he knew his own taste well enough from experimenting. He hadn’t expected the head to be so soft and silky. He loved the texture, the heat, and the noise Rob made. He ran his tongue over the top, around the crown, and pressed into the slit.
“Fuck, Bri.” Tight words. Rob gripped his hair, pulling at his scalp.
He kept going, exploring how much he could take in at once, and running his tongue over veins and skin. Amazing heat, the way Rob’s cock flexed and moved. So hot, soright. He licked at the shaft and stroked the head with his thumb.
Yeah, he could getveryused to this. His whole body burned, his own dick aching with every lick and nibble he gave Rob’s.
Rob thrust his hips, looking for more friction, and his groans and grunts were pure music.
