Page 33 of Daily Grind
Rob’s huff of laughter shook the bed. “Oh, I’m here all right.” He closed his hand around Brian’s cock and stroked. “No dream at all.”
Brian rolled his hips and pressed into Rob’s hand. So fuckinggood. And man, Rob knew how to jack him off. He moaned into Rob’s kiss, and pulled back. “You keep that up, I’m gonna come.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” Teeth scraped his shoulder. “I haven’t gotten started yet.” Rob straddled his body and pressed him against the bed. “Told you I wanted to taste every inch.”
He had, andfuck, he meant it, too. Started with a kiss to his lips, then down his neck and across his shoulders. After that, Rob took his hands and stretched them over his head, and didn’tthatache his balls, the vulnerability.
He didn’t know what to expect when Rob reached his pits, but certainly not a teasing breath that tickled his sensitive flesh. He would have levitated off the bed if Rob hadn’t been sitting on him. That touch, those teeth. Seemed like his skin was connected directly to his cock. Even after Rob had moved up his arm, the nips and licks only made him try to find friction and purchase for his dick.
But Rob sat on him in such a way that he got neither. He groaned in frustration.
Rob rocked back, his ass brushing Brian’s cock. “Now that’s a sound I love hearing.” He released Brian’s hands.
Mistake. Brian grabbed Rob’s shoulders, pulled Rob down, and devoured his mouth. They rolled, hips rocking, nails scraping and digging against backs and sides, lips and tongues fighting for control.
“Someone likes things rough,” Rob said between bites and thrusts.
He did, though right now? “Just want you. Any way I can have you.”
A laugh. “And I want to take my sweet time. You’ll have to deal.”
Rob was hard again, and thrusting his dick against Brian’s in a way that stole his breath as much as Rob’s kisses did.
Rob found Brian’s nipple and pinched and rubbed until Brian was nearly liquid beneath him. “Figured you liked that.”
“Like everything.” Especially the roll of their cocks together. Never experienced anything like that. Didn’t know where he ended and Rob began. Pleasure coursed through him, heated his blood and stole his mind. He cupped Rob’s ass and ground up against him, balls against balls.
Rob bit down on his shoulder and twisted his nipple again.
Fire coursed through him. Sprinkles of pain on top of a mountain of unbelievable pleasure. He was sosoclose. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”
Rob slipped a hand between them, and wrapped it around both their dicks—his shaft hard against Rob’s. “You did promise me cream.”
He was so turned on it actually hurt to laugh. “You… bastard.” He took Rob’s lips for a moment. “Rather come in your mouth than your hand.”
Rob panted against his mouth. “I’d rather watch you come. Guess we’ll see who wins.”
Given how far gone Brian was, it wasn’t much of a contest and not a fair one, not with Rob controlling the rhythm, nor when he pressed his thumb against Brian’s crown.
Especially not when Rob looked down with that devil of a smile. “I want you all over me, Bri.”
Brian bit his lip and fought against the heat and the light, but he was already there, pleasure sweeping over him in one intense rush. He arched against Rob and came hard, pumping out over his hand and dick—and that thought—his jizz slicking Rob’s cock only made him come harder before his brain turned to jelly and his vision to blinding light. He heard Rob curse and dug fingers into Rob’s arms, thrusting until pleasure turned to pain and his muscles gave out.
They panted against each other, limbs tangled together. Brian wasn’t sure whose heart thumped so loudly in his ears.
The room smelled of sex and men, and Rob’s neck tasted of salt. He planted kisses upon kisses, then slumped in Rob’s arms.
Best he’d felt in months. “I kissed a boy and I liked it,” Brian murmured.
Rob shook with laughter. “More than kissed.” He held up his hand, fingers glistened with their combined fluids.
Brian couldn’t help reaching for and sucking each finger, just like he’d done before. Except semen tastednothinglike ice cream.
Rob groaned. “You are far too filthy to be real.”
“I’m real.” He relaxed against the mattress, his body a mass of lethargy. “And I guess I really am bi.”
Another laugh. “You are. You were.” Rob sobered and stroked his cheek with his non-sticky hand. “Who you fuck isn’t what defines your sexuality.”
