Page 87 of Daily Grind
Oh, Brian knew Rob understood, that he wanted to hear the words. Intimate desires and unspoken needs finally spoken out loud. Hot.Sexy. He’d never been on this side of the game before. “I want you to fuck me,” he whispered, “with your cock.”
“You sure?” Gentle words. “Not every guy needs a dick in his arse.”
He stroked Rob’s strong arms. “Iwantyour dick in my ass. The other night was—” Utterly amazing. “I can’t even describe it.”
Rob stole a kiss. “I need to wash the oil off my hands. Doesn’t play well with condoms.”
That’s why he hadn’t gone down Brian’s crack. “Part of your plan all along?”
A laugh. “No.” He climbed off the bed. “But I like leaving my options open.” His smile was pure delight, as was the way his chest had reddened. He vanished into the bathroom.
Brian slid one leg out and wrapped his hand around his dick. Little shocks of ice and heat danced up and down his limbs. Rob’s fingers in his hole had felt so good pounding and stretching him. But this… the unknown was nerve-wracking.
Rob returned to the bed and pulled off his underwear, freeing his dick and balls.
Fuck. He’d had Rob in his mouth, knew his girth. He met Rob’s gaze and hoped he didn’t look as nervous as he felt.
Rob fetched a different bottle from his nightstand and a foil wrapper. “On your hands and knees, Brian.”
He shifted and did as Rob ordered, his heart ramming against his ribs. He shivered and burned and his exhale was one long shudder.
Rob fingered his balls. “Relax.”
Every vein blazed at Rob’s touch. “Hard to do when you’re driving me crazy.”
A snort. “Just you wait.”
Cool liquid ran down his crack and he gasped when Rob circled his hole.
God, yeah.That. Sparks up his back. He let his head drop.
“There you go,” Rob said.
He pressed a finger in and Brian couldn’t help the whimper. Felt natural—normal—to rock back.
“You do love this, don’t you?” Rob fucked him with his finger, gently at first, then harder until Brian had the towel under him—and maybe the comforter under that—clenched in his hands.
He couldn’t answer, only moan in rhythm to Rob’s thrusts. Felt so good each time Rob hit his prostate. He lowered himself to his forearms.
Far too soon, Rob pulled his finger out. Foil crinkled and there was another snap of the lube bottle. The bed rocked slightly.
Oh God.This was happening.
A press of lips against the small of his back. “Just like with my finger, relax and push.”
Then the thick tip of Rob’s cock settled against his hole and pressed in. Brian gasped as Rob stretched and opened him—no pain, not really—but an immense feeling of fullness. Like before, he couldn’t wrap his head around the sensation. Trembling, he pressed his forehead against the mattress.
Rob slid a hand over Brian’s back. “Breathe, Bri.”
“I am.” Came out like dust. “Feels—feels—” He lifted his head and rocked back slightly. Yup. Rob was inside him. Holy hell. Every nerve in his body sang. “Good.”
“Feels fuckingamazing.” Rob gripped Brian’s hips and pulled out a fraction before thrusting deeper.
Air caught in Brian’s lungs. Then again when Rob plunged in deeper still. Then he was sliding in and out and Brian couldn’t breathe without moaning.
Finger-fucking had been intense. Now he was losing his mind over and over again. He rocked in time with Rob, their bodies finding the perfect rhythm.
Each stroke drove fire into his brain and sparks against his vision. “Rob… God… I can’t…” Couldn’t take much more of this. Didn’t realize he was capable of being driven this high, way past the point where he should have been shouting and coming. So fast, so intense. But when he stroked himself, he wasn’t even hard.
