Page 88 of Daily Grind
“You feel so damn good.” Rob’s words were slurred with passion and need. “Fuck, Bri—” He thrust in harder.
Hearing Rob out of his mind drove a red-hot spike of desire straight through Brian. He’d done that. Turned Rob inside out. His cock thickened in his hand. “Like fucking me?”
Rob slowed his thrusts. “You have no idea.” A murmur of words.
Brian rocked back, wanting more of that sweet rhythm, of Rob sending sparks up his spine. “Been there, done you.”
Rob’s next thrust knocked him down against the mattress and stole all his breath. “Don’t get cocky with me.” Command there. “Certainly not when mine’s inyourarse.” Rob picked up speed. “Remember, I’ve done this before.” Rob’s words brushed like silk against Brian’s overheated skin.
He hadn’t. Not like this. Couldn’t even moan, only gasp and curse.
Rob pulled him up, then drove into him, deep and hard until there was only pleasure and light and heat and moans. His. So loud, echoing in the room.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Rob said, his voice hot in Brian’s ear. “You fucking love my cock, don’t you?”
God, he did. He couldn’t even think to form words, only gasps of breath.
Rob wrapped a hand around his dick. “This familiar?”
Exactly how he’d fucked Rob. He rolled his head against Rob’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of the freckles across Rob’s nose before he had to close his eyes against the blinding light in his head, the crackle of fire in his blood and the unending pleasure that Rob rammed into him over and over.
His orgasm hit so fast, so unexpected that he shouted against the intensity of it, pumping his cock in Rob’s fist, his entire body shuddering against Rob’s. Gold fireworks stole what was left of his vision and heat burned through him.
He’d die from this. Too much pleasure shifting toward agony.
Rob’s own cry was as loud and he plowed into Brian deep and hard until Brian thought his brain would explode from ecstasy and pain.
Eventually they both slowed, folded, and collapsed onto the bed, Rob heavy, but not uncomfortable, on top of him.
He’d never come like that, not to the edge of agony. Never had the entire world vanished. His whole body ached in glorious ways and his brain didn’t want to form words.
Rob kissed his back between the shoulder blades, his warm lips electrifying Brian’s over-sensitive skin. “I’ll be right back.”
He groaned when Rob pulled out. Every bone felt like liquid. Probably because he was still on fire, despite the fading glow of his orgasm. A puddle of Brian.
The bed shifted and Rob stroked his back. “You still with me?”
Brian lifted his head. Freckles, those same dimples, and a lovely smile. “I think?” Brian rolled onto his side to see Rob better. “Please tell me you’ll do that again.”
His chuckle was almost musical. “Whenever you like.”
Anytime. All the time. “That was something else.”
The dimples deepened when Rob flashed his brilliant grin. “Glad you enjoyed it.”
Way more than he’d expected. “It—I need—” Still couldn’t put emotions into words. The towel under him bore exactly how much pleasure Rob had driven from him. “Is it always like that?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured, then leaned in to take Brian’s mouth. After a kiss that had Brian moaning, Rob spoke, lips to lips. “I guess we’ll have to find out.”
A scatter of heat ran through his body. He shouldn’t be turned on—and yet he was. But his body couldn’t catch up quite as fast. The hiking, the stress, and the massage exacted their toll. Lethargy had him closing his eyes. “Not tonight.”
A laugh. “You look about ready to melt, and while I would love to fuck you again, I’m not far behind you in the exhausted department.”
He snickered. “Old man.”
“Mmm-hmm. An old man who made you beg and scream and come all over my nice towel.”
Yeah, he had. “Probably should shower.” If he could stand. “The oil…”
