Page 134 of Daily Grind
Rob shrugged. “Semen turns a lot of guys off.”
“Huh.” Brian eyed the ceiling, as if in thought. “Then again, lots of guys won’t go down on a woman for the same reason.”
“I bet you did.” He stroked Brian’s ruddy chest. They both had worked up a sweat.
Brian rolled closer. “Oh, God, yeah. There’s nothing better than making a woman come like that.” He chuckled. “Though, I guess I won’t be doing that anymore. I get to drive you wild instead.” Brian laced his fingers between Rob’s.
“Yeah. I’m hopelessly monogamous.” Rob planted a kiss on Brian’s nose.
“Well, so am I, so it works out.” Perspiration gleamed along Brian’s hairline and his grin waswicked. “Didn’t you say something about toys?”
Rob’s pulse ticked up. “Would you like to come into my closet?”
A little pout. “But I just came out of the closet a few months ago!”
“Brat.” He mock punched Brian in the arm and stood. “I’ll show you all my goodies.”
“With an invitation like that, how could I refuse?” Brian rose and followed him into the large walk-in.
He’d had custom cabinetry made. A unit of drawers in the middle held his ties, underwear, and socks, along with other small items like cuff links and pocket squares. The drawers on the bottom were reserved for a host ofotheritems. He stooped and pulled one open.
An intake of breath. “Thatisa goodie drawer.”
The most prominent items were the large blue dildo and the two butt plugs. There were also two bundles of rope. Several folded sashes. A set of silicone cock rings of various sizes, and a leather and velcro one. “It’s pretty vanilla.”
Brian knelt down next to him and fingered one of the sashes. “Now what did I tell you about vanilla?”
Heat from Rob’s head to his toes. That night was entrenched in his memory. His brain superimposed Brian wrapping the lovely purple sash he was stroking around Rob’s wrists before he fucked him.
Rob cleared his throat. “Noted, but—” He waved at the drawer. “Not particularly kinky, on a scale of one to ten.”
A sheepish smile on Brian’s flushed face. “It’s all new to me.”
“I suppose one person’s vanilla is another person’s orange zest.” Rob drew out the leather cock ring with the velcro closure and one of the silicone ones that fit him.
“Did you just makeanotherpun?”
Rob sat back on his heels. “Technically, it was a metaphor.” He held up the cock rings. “Need some zest, Americano?”
He thought Brian might choke on his laughter, but when he caught his breath, his grin was so wide. “Oh my God, I love you.”
A different warmth. This man—this was the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Indomitable. Stubborn. Hardworking. An arse at times, but thoughtful at others. “You truly want to be with me,” Rob murmured.
The grin vanished. “Yes,” Brian whispered. “If I could go back and erase that day—walk in and kick myself in the head for being sostupid, I would.” He took a breath. “I don’t know how to say I’m sorry.”
“But you do.” Rob fingered the cock rings. “You have.” He met Brian’s gaze.
The smile came back. “And yeah, I want some zest. Or at least totry.” He eyed the rings. “Walk me through this.”
Rob snorted. “There’s not much to tell.” He set down the silicone ring. “It’s all about blood flow. Constrict the flow going back from the dick, and you stay harder longer. Bigger orgasm.”
“And it works?” He was still eyeing the length of leather.
“Does for me, but everyone’s different.” He opened the ring with a little pull. “For you, since it’s adjustable and easy to remove. If it hurts or you don’t like it…”
“Rip.” Brian mimicked pulling.
“Exactly.”
