Page 136 of Daily Grind
They worked so well in bed. He rocked back and thrust in deeper, delighting in the grunt from Brian. “Yeah—that’s—” The rest vanished in a huff when Rob plunged in again, and Brian moved with him. “God, you feel so good.”
Rob spoke before claiming Brian’s mouth. “So do you.” Perfect. Hot. His. Just what he needed.
Couldn’t get much movement kissing Brian like this—but Rob wantedthisto last—frantic fucking could come later. For now, it was everything to feel all of Brian, taste his lips and swallow his whimpers, and move slowly inside him.
Rob slid his hands up Brian’s arms, feeling the tension there, loving the trust. He’d no doubt Brian would keep his promise. The hard work—admitting the issue—had been done.
Brian washis. In return, Rob was Brian’s. Their jobs were second to that—as they should have been all along. “I believe you,” he whispered against Brian’s lips.
A hiccup or a sob, Rob couldn’t tell which. “Everything I have.”
“Ah, but I don’t need everything.” He kissed Brian’s throat and pushed in as deep as he could. “Only a part.” Enough to know he mattered.
Brian arched underneath him. “God. I missed you.” Spots of moisture, both on his brow and lurking at the corners of his eyes. “Missed us.”
So had he. HeunderstoodBrian, more than he had any other man. The drive, the need to create, the need for control and to let go. The deep need to be loved for who he was.
They’d figure it out. He had no doubts.
Beneath him, Brian shuddered. “Fuck, this feels incredible.” Those sweet brown eyes flickered open. “You feel—” He rolled his head back, rocked his hips, and stole Rob’s breath.
Yeah, that was about right. He moaned against Brian. Spine-meltingly amazing. He was grateful for the cock ring and the earlier orgasm. Even now, heat and fire flashed up his spine with every stroke.
“More,” Brian whispered. “Need more.”
He could do that, with pleasure. Rob rose up to gain more leverage and drove into Brian. Again and again.
“Fuck!” Brian pulled against the sash even as he tried to match Rob’s rhythm with his own. “Yes, like—that!”
Such a beautiful sight, that. Straining arms, helpless cries. He could get used to this. Rob gripped Brian’s hips and fucked him with short, swift strokes.
“Oh my God!” Brian twisted beneath him. “I can’t… I need…” He pulled at the cloth that trapped his hands, and tossed his head back against the pillow. “Don’t stop. Please, please, please… don’t…”
Rob didn’t. Instead, he wrapped his hand around Brian’s dick and stroked him in time with his fucking. Hard, fast, brutal. “More?”
“Yes!” Brian panted out the word and rocked underneath him. “Yes!” The word became a chant that fell from Brian’s lips, then turned into a deep cry as Brian tightened around Rob and stole every thought. Hot semen spilled over his hand and onto Brian’s chest, and that was the last he saw because his own orgasm took him in a blinding shower of sparks and fire. He drove deep into Brian until he couldn’t move for the pleasure and the heat. Couldn’t tell which of them was moaning, where their skin ended, whose breath gasped or whose heart beat so, so, so wildly.
Only that they were together. Twined. Joined. They remained that way until the light and the fire faded, until Brian shifted under him.
“You—you okay?” Brian’s voice, nudging at his brain.
“Yeah.” His own was rough, like dried leaves in fall. He swallowed. “Let me…”
They both whimpered a little when he pulled out. Rob reached up and tugged the sash holding Brian’s hands free from the headboard, then loosened the loops around his wrists. “Was that—was it okay? The ring? The sash?”
A breathless laugh. “Oh my God, Rob.” He gasped, his grin wide, but there was an air of astonishment. “Never felt like that before. It was like—a trip.”
Yeah, for him, too. “Better than weed?”
A longer laugh this time. “Much. So much better.”
Rob propped himself up on his elbow. “Better than coffee?”
The smile melted into seriousness. “Yes,” he said. “Always.”
Now wasn’t that something. “You’re not going to be able to brew me and sell me.” He slipped the condom off and wrapped it in a tissue, then cleaned his hand as best he could.
“No, I’ll just blow you, fuck you, and keep you.” A little grin. “All to myself.”
