Page 58 of Daily Grind
That was all the encouragement Brian needed. He swallowed Rob so fast that Rob gave Brian one of those moans he loved.
“Fuck,” Rob murmured. He took Brian’s head in his hands and slowed his efforts a bit—including holding him still when Brian swallowed as much as he could. A whimper and a shudder, and Rob let him draw back. “I like fucking you deep, Bri. Think you can handle it?”
In answer, Brian went down on him, father down than before. Not all the way, but damn if the man didn’t have control over his gag reflex after all. Rob closed his eyes. “Yeah, like that.”
Brian did exactly that again and again and again, until Rob was clutching Brian’s head and moaning each time Brian swallowed him. On the last time, he’d taken Rob practically to the root, his mouth stretched so wide around Rob’s shaft.
Rob’s balls were so fucking tight and his bloodburned. One more like that and he’d empty himself down Brian’s slick throat. “Gonna come.”
Another fucking chuckle. Brian licked and sucked the head. He met Rob’s gaze with eyes that defined smoldering, then slowly—very slowly—took every inch of Rob’s cock into his mouth.
Hottest thing Rob had ever seen or felt. His vision hazed and he moaned as every bit of tension released and he spilled his balls down Brian’s throat.
Even after he’d finished, Rob shuddered and gasped, because Brian hadn’t stopped. No, he’d just swallowed every drop and kept going. Every nerve in Rob fired and his moan turned into something close to a sob. “God, Bri, stop. Please.”
Brian eased off him and sat back, his expression halfway between concerned and a smirking mess. “How’s that?”
Little bratty fucking—Rob hauled him up and kissed him, tasting his own salt and musk. They ended up tangled on the bed, Brian moaning beneath Rob, his very hard cock thrusting against Rob’s thigh.
“That was exquisite.” Rob traced his fingers over Brian’s face. “You taste so good with my seed on your lips.”
Brian shivered beneath him, but said nothing. Something close to worry crossed his brow.
Rob smoothed it out. “What’s wrong?”
Silence for a bit. “What’s it like? Being fucked?”
Ah. Curiosity, not worry. “In the arse?”
Brian nodded. “I’ve never done anything…” He trailed off for a second, then focused on Rob. “But you liked it.”
“I did. I do.” Rob rolled over on his side and ran his hand down Brian’s chest. “I would think it’s different for every man.” He pinched Brian’s nipple between his fingers and relished the catch of breath. “Just like everything else is.” He let go. “Some men don’t like anal at all. Some love it.”
“You?” Definitely curiosity there.
He huffed. “Myyesis those jizz stains somewhere up above your head.” He waved up at where he’d come earlier. “For me, it generally depends on the partner. It has to be someone I trust.”
That made Brian’s eyes go wide.
Rob kissed his nose again. “I love it when you act all innocent.”
A laugh and a sheepish grin. “This all still feels new. And… perfectly normal.”
“As well it should.”
Brian propped himself up on his arm. “I want to try.”
A zip of pleasure ran through Rob, but he was too spent to get it up a third time, at least for a while. “Why don’t we see if you even like having your hole played with?”
A flush and a nod.
“And I can return the favor for that rather lovely blowjob.”
“Oh good.” Brian flopped down on the bed and put his hands behind his head. “’Cause you taste good with my come on your lips, too.”
Fucking hell. Not an innocent bone in Brian’s body. Rob wrapped his hand around Brian’s shaft and stroked a few times—long enough to make Brian’s eyelid’s flutter shut and a groan part his lips.
He patted Brian’s thigh. “Scoot yourself up to the pillows, and I’ll get the lube.”
