Page 103 of Daily Grind
The sunlight should have given that away. “For some definition… it’s still early, though. Sleep if you need to.”
Brian pressed his face into the pillow and groaned. “Need about a hundred more years,” came the muffled reply.
Rob chuckled and crawled back into his side of the bed. “Take what you want.”
Once he was in arm’s reach, Brian grabbed him and snuggled against his chest. “Want you.” His limbs were heavy and loose. “Inside me.”
A dance of electricity cascaded over Rob’s skin and he pushed a lock of hair out of Brian’s eyes. “You’re half asleep.” Though, there was something to be said for making love to a needy, sleepy partner.
“Am not.” And if to prove the point, he licked Rob’s nipple.
Lightning to his brain and balls. Rob arched against Brian. “Fuck.”
“Yes, please.” Brian pressed a series of kisses down the center of Rob’s chest.
Rob pulled him up, took his mouth in a rough kiss, and rolled him onto his back. When Brian moaned and squirmed beneath him, he relented. “I guess youareawake.” He ground against Brian.
Sleep still clung to Brian, but his cheeks were flushed and his dick hard against Rob’s. “Told you.”
So he had. Rob stole another kiss before reaching over to the nightstand. Didn’t take long to put a condom and lube on, nor to press against Brian’s entrance.
When Rob slid into him, Brian relaxed and rolled his head back. “Oh God, yeah.”
Hot, tight, and yet so pliant. He hadn’t expected Brian to love bottoming so much. Then again, it was the one time Brian could let go. Those beautiful brown eyes, so warm and needy, Brian urged Rob on with whispers and murmurs and groans from kiss-swollen lips.
Rob pushed deep and withdrew slowly, before rocking in again. Didn’t take too many strokes before they found a rhythm that left them both gasping and breathless.
God, he could do this every day. Make love to Brian. Watch his flushed cheeks and neck grow redder, feel Brian’s nails bite into his back and arse. Listen to his gasps and moans. Sweat and sex mixed with the slight floral scent of clean sheets. “Like this?”
Brian pulled him down until they were lip to lip. “Love this.” He paused, and there was moisture rimming Brian’s eyes. “Love you.”
Oh, Bri. Rob kissed him because he couldn’t speak through a tight throat. He answered with his body, moving inside Brian slow and soft until Brian’s kisses turned into bites. He quickened the rhythm until he plowed into Brian hard and fast and they both grappled with each other.
Brian shook under his thrusts, his grip on Rob’s arms almost painful. “More.” He spit the word through gritted teeth. “Don’t want to think—want—only you.”
Take Brian out of his mind? That was a challenge he would accept. He pulled out. “On your hands and knees.”
Brian groaned, but complied.
“Trust me.” He pressed his hand just below Brian’s neck. “Shoulders on the mattress.”
A whimper this time.
Rob stroked himself. Such a lovely sight—Brian squirming, arse in the air. With his free hand, he traced fingers over Brian’s arse cheeks, then slapped each hard.
Brian yelped, then moaned. “Fuck!”
“That’s the idea.” He added a bit more lube before thrusting inside Brian.
Brian panted and melted against the bed. “God…”
He gripped Brian’s hips and picked up speed. “Like that?”
“Yeah. God, Rob…” Brian moaned the words. “So good.”
For him too. He had an inkling about what got Brian off. Same reason Rob liked bottoming sometimes—and why he liked blindfolds and rope.
Rob gathered Brian’s wrists together, pulled them to the small of his back, and held them there.
