Page 56 of Daily Grind
A couple of minutes later, they were out the door and heading for his car. A few minutes after that, he pulled into his narrow driveway and around the back of the house. By the time they got into the living room, Rob’s hands were tangled in Brian’s hair and his mouth was on those devilish lips. He pushed Brian up against the wall and took his time claiming his mouth, his chin, and his neck.
Lovely little gasps and moans. Brian’s hips rocked, his dick hard against Rob’s thigh. “We should—”
He slid a hand over Brian’s chest and fondled his nipple through his thin t-shirt. The rest of the sentence was lost in a breathy moan. He kissed Brian again and let his lips hover over Brian’s. “We should what?”
Such wide eyes, so full of want and need. God, how he loved turning Brian on, then inside out. His queer-as-fuck barista, his Americano.
“Bed.” Brian pressed his hand against Rob’s bulge, sending waves of heat through his limbs. “Now.”
He leaned in, thrusting against Brian. “Eager, aren’t you?” He grazed his lips over the stubble on Brian’s neck, then bit at the flesh there. “We have all night.”
A soft moan. “Now who’s the tease?”
Oh, sweet Brian. Rob took both of Brian’s hands and stretched them up before pinning them against the wall. “Seeing you is a tease.” He pressed close, cock to cock. “Your voice, your body, that mind.” He sucked on Brian’s lip.
The groans were deeper now. “Glad I’m more than a cock to you.”
He was. “So much more.” Their bodies meshed so well. “Though I adore every inch of your dick.”
That got him a laugh. “You can have it again, any way you want. Mouth, hand, ass.” Even though Brian’s arms were still pressed above him, he leaned his head forward to catch Rob’s lip. “Anything.”
Having Brian buried in him had been quite the experience. Rob thrust hard against his trembling body. “Perhaps you’re right about taking this to bed.” He let Brian go and stepped back. “After you.” He gestured to the stairs.
Brian licked his lips. “You just want to stare at my ass.”
“There’s a lot of things I want to do to your arse, but we’ll start with staring.”
Brian’s eyes widened—but he headed for the stairs. Rob followed, and yes, it was a fine view, those cheeks in tight denim, the seam running down between the crack. Naked was even better. He cupped one cheek and let his fingers drift between Brian’s legs.
Brian damn well nearly tripped. He grabbed the railing and stopped. “Shit, I can’t think when you do that!”
Rob stopped one step below and kept fondling Brian’s taint through the denim. “Can’t help it when you wear such tight clothes.”
“Oh, so it’s theclothesthat are the fault, hmm?” He looked over his shoulder, a grin showing his teeth. “Not your wandering hands or overactive libido?”
Rob slapped him playfully on the butt. “Up you go.” Brian resumed climbing the steps. “Your libido is just as active.” And his hands as wandering.
“My parents told me never to play on the stairs.” They made it to the top, and Brian pulled Rob into a kiss, his hand working at the button of Rob’s jeans.
Rob couldn’t help but flinch. It had nothing to do with Brian and everything to do with his parents. There been very little fun to be had, on the stairs or otherwise. “You’re lucky they cared.” Hopefully, they would still care after the following Sunday.
A pause in Brian’s movements. Brian cupped Rob’s face with one hand. “Don’t mean to hurt you.”
“You aren’t.” He kissed Brian, then whispered against his lips. “Keep going.”
A grin there, and Brian took Rob’s mouth, parted his lips, and unzipped his jeans.
God, the wicked things Brian did to Rob’s cock once he’d gotten his hand down Rob’s pants. He nearly forgot his own name when Brian slid to his knees and sucked down his cock right there at the top of the stairs.
Hot, eager mouth. A tongue that darted and teased. Those brown eyes looking up at him. Rob slid his hand over Brian’s hair. “Such a good cocksucker.”
Brian visibly trembled and moaned at that, and doubled his efforts.
“Like hearing that? Cocksucker?” He stroked a finger over Brian’s forehead.
He pulled up, but kept jerking Rob off. “Yeah, I do.” Soft words. “It’s hot and reminds me of who I am.”
“You’re my bisexual barista who loves sucking dick as much as eating pussy.”
