Page 68 of Daily Grind
Rob did, lavishing Brian’s cockhead with every bit of his attention.
“Wonder what your business buddies would think if they saw you now?”
Rob kissed Brian’s dick. “Some of them would be horrified. Others might pull up a chair and watch.” He looked up at Brian. “People are complex.”
“They are.” Brian reached down and hauled Rob to his feet. Once more, his back hit the wall and Brian took his mouth.
Brilliant. His body was on fire, his dick hard, and balls aching. “Fuck me, Bri.” He muttered between kisses. “Take this suit off me, strip me bare, then fuck me until I come.” He was done with being a CEO for the day. Much better to be Brian Keppler’s lover.
Brian swung him off the wall. “Bedroom.”
Halfway across the living room, Brian grabbed him by the tie, kissed him, then pushed his suit jacket off. At the doorway to the bedroom, Brian unknotted his tie and pulled it free from his shirt. A few buttons were ripped off in Brian’s effort to lick and nip at Rob’s collarbone, but that’s what tailors were for. Both of their shirts hit the hardwood before they reached the foot of the bed. Brian backed him against the mattress and pushed him over.
A breathless landing plus enough time to watch Brian shed his shoes, socks, and jeans. Then he hovered over Rob.
“You know, it’s more exciting now that I know what it feels like.” He undid Rob’s belt.
He couldn’t help run his fingers through Brian’s hair and over those impressive shoulders. Fuck, the man was mouthwatering. Andhis. “You mean being fucked in the arse?”
Brian licked his lips, unbuttoned, and unzipped the suit pants. “Yeah.”
“That was only my fingers.”
Brian looked up, his smile crinkling the skin around his eyes. “I know. Must be something else with a cock.”
“It is.” He kicked his shoes off and helped Brian slide his pants off his legs. Didn’t quite expect Brian to kneel and peel off his socks, too. “When you’re ready for that, let me know.”
“I will.” Brian slid his hands up and down Rob’s thighs, the warmth and friction lighting his veins. He couldn’t stifle the moan when Brian settled between his thighs and gripped his cock. “But not tonight.”
The quip Rob had on the tip of his tongue turned into a deep groan when Brian slid his mouth over the head of Rob’s cock.
This was what, his third blowjob? Fourth? How the hell was he so talented? “Jesus.” Rob threaded his hands into Brian’s hair. “That’s so fucking good.”
He pulled off and stroked Rob. “Apparently I have an oral fixation.” Shiny wet lips on that smile.
“More than happy for that.” Rob exhaled. “Your mouth is a wonder of nature.”
A laugh, but rather than go down on him, Brian let go and stood. “Up the bed with you.”
Yeah, he’d take a nice good fucking in lieu of a blowjob. Rob scrambled up the bed and lay down against the pillows, hands behind his head. “How do you want me?”
“Same answer as before. Every way I can get you.” Brian grabbed a condom and lube from a drawer in the nightstand and leaned down to kiss Rob.
Warm lips that tasted vaguely of salt. Rob ate that up, enough that Brian groaned and pulled back. “Someone else has a magic mouth.” He climbed onto the bed and sat on Rob’s legs. “I want to see you tonight.”
“Good old-fashioned vanilla missionary.” He grinned up at Brian. “I can work with that.” More than work. He loved watching his partner during sex, whether topping or bottoming. Something about being able to see and kiss and feel their breath.
Rob freed Brian’s legs from under his body, pulled them up and pushed them apart. Rob bent his knees and drew his feet in. The better to meet Brian’s thrusts later.
“I was going to say something like ‘there’s nothing vanilla about the way I plan to fuck you tonight’.” Brian opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto his hands. “But you know, real vanilla is rare and expensive.” He gripped Rob’s shaft and stroked it.
The coolness of the slick took Rob’s breath until Brian’s hand and his strong touch had him hot and moaning again. Not surprising that Brian knew how to jack off with precision. Rob gasped and twisted against the sheets. Brian provided enough pleasure to keep Rob groaning and hot, but not enough to let his balls spill. The bastard.
“God, Bri.”
A chuckle. Brian’s voice was smooth, almost conversational, except for its deep tone. “Vanilla comes from the seed pod of an orchid. Hard to grow, hard to get.” Brian stopped fisting Rob’s cock, but only to rip open the condom wrapper.
The sound sent a shiver down Rob’s spine, as did Brian’s wicked smile when he rolled the condom over his own cock.
