Page 54 of Daily Grind
Rob’s breathing was still harsh. “Damn.” The word was joyful and came with a laugh. “I envy your former girlfriends.”
Brian’s breath caught in something that was halfway between a croak and a cough. “I should—” He slid out of Rob.
A little moan of disappointment. Brian echoed it.
Rob turned and lowered himself to the bed, lying on his side, all ruddy and shining. Especially his wide smile.
Brian sat back on his heels. “I ruined your bedspread.” Dark wet marks highlighted where Rob had come—and how much. He should lose the condom, but he wasn’t sure he could stand. His head spun like a top.
Or was that his heart?
“Technically,” Rob said, sounding a hell of a lot closer to normal than Brian felt, “I ruined my bedspread. You merely helped.”
“Merely?” He stroked Rob’s hip, enjoying the softness of the skin and the hardness of the muscle beneath. “If merely is what you think ofthat, I need to fuck you harder next time.”
Rob shivered. “More than merely.” His voice was soft. “But feel free, next time.”
Rob really was a masterpiece. And inexplicably his. Brian patted that thigh.
Unfortunately, his dick was softening, and the condom threatened to add to the wet spots. Brian groaned and crawled to the end of the bed. “I’ll be right back.
He found tissues in the bathroom, tossed the condom, and washed his hands. His reflection in the mirror startled him. Same post-sex look. Except he’d just fuckedRob—as if he’d had any idea of how to do that in the first place.
He shook his head at himself and flicked off the bathroom light. He joined Rob on the bed. “All kidding aside, that was fine?”
Rob rose, took Brian’s face in his hands and kissed him on the nose. “You’re fucking adorable. You pound me hard enough to shake the foundations of my house, until I can’t remember my name, and make me spurt across my bed, and you ask if it wasokay?”
“Uh—” He squirmed. Okay, maybe he was overthinking things. “Anything I could do better?”
Rob stroked his cheeks, fingers oddly cool. “Honestly? Only way you could have improved that was if you’d stuck a cock ring on me to keep me from coming so fast and pounded me all night long.”
Shit. The images that brought up. He licked his lips. “I— Wait. You have a cock ring?”
Rob didn’t answer, just pulled him into a toe curling kiss. When they broke apart, Brian had to gulp to catch his breath and slow his heart. “One problem… I’d come too fast, too.”
Rob’s devilish dimples formed. “Oh, Bri. I have more thanonecock ring.”
He must have been making quite a face, because Rob’s laughter was deep and long. Then he pulled Brian down onto the bed and kissed him. Again and again and again.
Chapter Eleven
While Rob ached slightlyfrom being fucked, the pain was a pleasant appetizer to dinner. After another quick—and separate—round of showers, he drove Brian to Church Brew Works for dinner. Reasonable brewpub with excellent food located in a decommissioned Catholic Church, complete with the fermenters where the altar would have been.
“I love this place.” Brian slid into the seat. “Though my parents still haven’t been here.”
This place was so close to his house. If they hadn’t biked all over creation, he’d have suggested biking here. “Why ever not?”
“It’s too sacrilegious for them. They came to Mass at this church sometimes.” Brian looked around. “But I’m glad they saved the building. They’ve done preservation work, too. Maintaining the stained glass and all that.”
“So I’ve read.” When he’d first looked for houses, his real estate agent had taken him here and given him a small history lesson about the area. “I could see how eating and drinking in a place you used to pray might be uncomfortable. Especially if you’re still practicing.”
“Which they are.” Brian closed his menu.
Before Rob could continue the conversation, the waiter came and took their beer and food orders.
The ache in Rob’s arse when he shifted on the wooden chair only made his lips twitch. Brian certainly could fuck the way Rob liked it—hard and demanding. He didn’t bottom often, but he’d repeat that in heartbeat with Brian. And yes, with a cock ring on, too. If he were to be on the receiving end, he preferred the pounding to last a while.
Brian’s cheeks were tinged with red again. Rob extended his hand across the table, and after a moment’s hesitation, Brian placed his own hand in Rob’s grip. “Something the matter?”
