Page 60 of Daily Grind
“Okay.” He breathed out and shivered when the lube bottle snapped again. Every bit of him shook with need and lust and—
Rob kissed his thigh, and pressed his finger against Brian’s hole—and in.
Air left Brian’s lungs. Didn’t hurt, not at all, but the intensity scrambled his brain and stole his thoughts.
Rob fucked him slowly, and Brian squirmed against the tingling that ran up his spine and the intimacy of Rob’s breath on his thigh.
Rob movedinsidehim and it felt… good. Filling. He exhaled and closed his eyes.
“How’s that?” Rob’s words were as gentle as his fucking.
“It’s… different.” Lethargy in his voice. “But good.” Getting better, actually. He shifted his hips and spread his legs wider.
Rob chuckled. “Let’s see if we can do better than good.”
Next time Rob pressed in, it was harder. Little daggers of pleasure arced up Brian’s spine and his breath caught. Rob repeated the thrust and soon was plunging in and out with quick, sharp thrusts.
Brian’s toes curled. Holy shit. “That’s—better.”
“Hmm.”
Wasn’t sure what the hell Rob did, but every fucking nerve in Brian’s body fired with lust. His balls tightened and the top of his head must have cracked off because it felt like his brain exploded. He clutched and the sheets and groaned. “Oh, fuck!”
Whatever Rob had done, he did again, with the same results. “Good fuck or bad fuck?”
“Good!” He practically cried out the word. “Just—don’t stop. Please—please don’t stop.” He rocked his hips in time with Rob’s thrusts.
Shit. If it felt like this with one finger, he’d never survive Rob fucking him with his cock. He twisted the bedspread in his hands. Why why why hadn’t he tried this ages ago? He groaned and gasped.
“Shit, Bri. You’re so fucking tight.” Rob kissed his thigh. “Can’t wait to have my dick inside you.”
“You could—you could—” He wanted that so badly, the need for Rob sudden and intense. To be fucked like he’d fucked Rob.
“Not tonight,” Rob said. “I’m more than a little spent.” He mouthed Brian’s balls. “I think you’re going to enjoy this anyway.”
He could barely see for the sparks of gold and white hazing his vision every time Rob thrust his finger in. His balls fucking ached, which didn’t make sense, since Rob hadn’t even touched his cock and he’d gone soft, despite his blood being on fire.
“I’m going to add a finger.” Rob slipped out completely.
The loss was almost painful. Brian exhaled and, even to his ears, it sounded suspiciously like a whimper.
A little puff of warm breath on his balls. “Don’t you worry. I’m not leaving you empty for long.” There was the sound of the lube bottle snapping, the cool slick liquid on his skin and around his hole, and then the pressure of Rob entering him.
Brian arched against the mattress, Rob’s fingers plunging in deep and rough. A little pain, but so much pleasure. Stretched and fucked and claimed. “Oh, God.” Thin, breathy words. The pleasure ripped through him and built in his balls.
“So, better than good yet?” Deep, dry amusement in Rob’s voice. His thrusts picked up speed and hit that spot in Brian that shot lights into his skull with every damn stroke.
“Yes!” The answer came out as a squeak. So fucking good, he couldn’t put words together. “Shit, I should have—Rob—please—” He wanted to come so badly, but his hands were still clenching the bedspread and if he let go, he might hit the ceiling. Or shatter into pieces. He wasn’t sure what all was holding him together.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Rob murmured.
When Rob’s mouth closed on Brian’s cock, he nearly lost everything—his mind, his body, his soul. Might as well have gotten out a Sharpie and scrawled “Property of Rob” across him. Somehow he managed to let go of the bedspread and tangle his hands into Rob’s hair.
Rob swallowed his cock, running his talented tongue over the shaft, pressing everywhere. All the while, he slammed his fingers in and out of Brian’s ass.
Heaven and hell mixed together. Heat and flames and pleasure. His whole body shook as if he’d been plugged into a wall socket. When Rob took him to the root and drove his fingers in, Brian couldn’t climb any higher.
“Rob—” It was the only warning he managed before he was coming and coming, the flames consuming and shaking him. Felt like forever, the trembling and shattering, the blinding light.
