Page 51 of Daily Grind
“What?”
“Hot and full of steam.”
Brian rolled his eyes. “I still think I’m more interesting than a watered-down espresso.”
“Ah, but the finest of coffees have all those”—he licked Brian’s clavicle—“notes. Blueberry and florals and all that.” He took another nibble. “And you taste so damn good.”
Brian kissed Rob’s shoulder. “Flattery will get youeverywhere.”
Indeed. It had gotten him one hell of a blond in his arms.
Everything was wet and slick and wonderful. Rob chased water down Brian’s neck and rolled those delightfully sensitive nipples between his fingers.
Brian’s fingers scraped up Rob’s back, leaving lines of fire and delight. His teeth brushed Rob’s neck. “Fuck Rob, I really want to—” He pressed his forehead into Rob’s shoulder and moaned.
Not one of pleasure, though. Frustration. They were both so hard.
He relented on the nipples and tipped Brian’s head up so he could see his face. “Really want to what?”
Brian’s expression was full-on nervous. More so than Rob had seen before.
Brian licked the water from his lips. “I want to fuck you. I mean—”
Ah. “So?”
“How do you even ask that?” Brian trembled ever so slightly. “Is it too presumptuous? I mean, I guess guys have to have a way to… ask. But… I know not every guy bottoms or even wants to and how do you…”
He was rambling and it was fucking adorable. Rob pressed a finger against his lips. “So, Mr. I-Top-Women, ever do anal with any of your girlfriends?”
Brian nodded, his eyes wide.
Bingo. Definitely a thing for asses, then. Rob skimmed his thumb along those lips and let his hand drop. “How did you ask them?”
The tension leaked out of Brian and he laughed. Water cascaded down his arms and torso. “Well, I ask if they’d ever done it, and if they liked it.”
“And if they hadn’t?”
“Ask her if she wanted to try.”
“So.” He took Brian’s head in his hands and kissed him, deepening it until Brian opened to him and wrapped his hands around Rob. They thrust against each other, dicks sliding together. When Rob broke the kiss, he stroked Brian’s cheek. “Yes, I’ve bottomed. And yes, I like it.” Not as much as he enjoyed topping, but he’d take whatever Brian offered.
Brian swallowed. “I—uh—didn’t bring anything.”
He patted that lovely blushing cheek. “I’m a gay man, Bri. I have all the condoms and lube we need.”
A shiver ran through that lovely body and Brian pulled Rob closer, massaging his arse. Rob’s turn to shudder. He nipped at Brian’s shoulder and Brian spoke hot in his ear. “Why the hell are we still in the bathroom?”
Good question. He reached around and turned off the water, but it was Brian who pulled him from the shower. They didn’t even bother with towels—too busy running hands over flesh and mouths over lips. Brian’s warm hand closed on Rob’s cock and stroked him slowly and evenly until Rob couldn’t breathe without moaning.
“I want to be inside you.” Brian spoke against his neck.
Rob scraped his nails across Brian’s thighs, and thrust into his hand. “Bedroom’s behind you.”
Brian found his mouth, and Rob’s legs—his whole body—trembled. This was new, this needy, demanding side of Brian. The one who plunged his tongue into Rob and stroked and fondled him until he could barely stand. He spoke between Brian’s ferocious kisses. “Need—to be—on the bed. Now.”
Brian rumbled something that might have been a laugh, but was far too primal. He pulled Rob toward the door, then turned him to face the bedroom. “Then you better get on it.” He punctuated the command with a slap to Rob’s backside that made him flinch, gasp, and move forward, his balls tight and cock aching.
Fucking hell. This was going to be fun.
