Page 59 of Daily Grind
A shudder ran through Brian. “Okay.”
Rob slipped off the bed and retrieved the bottle from the nightstand.
This would be interesting. Looking down at Brian, he could certainly envision Brian in the throes of orgasm, his dick rocking in and out of Brian’s body. Maybe they would get there. And if not? Well, Brian made a damned good top, no doubt about that.
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Brian shiveredwhen Rob climbed back in bed. He’d loved making Rob come, both by blowing him and fucking him. He’d enjoyed Rob’s mouth around his dick and frotting had been mind-blowing.
Every way he and Rob had gotten off had been hotter than hell. In some way, that reminded him of Anita. They’d never failed in bed.
But he’d never had anything inside his ass, not even his own finger. He’d thought about it enough, especially after watching porn, but had been too chicken to try.
This could be a disaster.
Rob must have sensed how nervous he was because he set the lube aside, laid down next to Brian, and drew him into a deep kiss. He smoothed a hand over Brian’s chest, stopping to tease his nipple.
Even when Brian moaned into Rob’s mouth, he didn’t stop—kissing or pinching. God, his balls ached for release. He thrust against Rob’s thigh.
He’d been hard since the drive back from dinner and there still wasn’t a part of Rob that Brian didn’t want to lick and suck.
Rob must have felt the same way, because he broke the kiss, slid his mouth down Brian’s body, and licked at his abused nipple before trailing lower.
“Could spend ages here,” Rob whispered before licking and sucking at his abs and stomach.
“Or you could move lower.” He fingered one of Rob’s curls.
A dark chuckle. Rob kissed Brian’s bellybutton, then shifted downward. Warm breath on his cock. “Bend your legs.”
Brian did and Rob settled between his thighs.
Hot fingers stroked the tender flesh there. “I rather like this view.” Rob followed his fingers with his tongue.
Electricity through Brian’s veins, followed by goose bumps. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes.
That’s when Rob swallowed the tip of his cock.
Brian arched against the mattress from the sheer pleasure rippling through his nerves, firing them off like Christmas lights. He gasped and moaned and twisted on the bed. When he finally could see again, he got the most awesome view of Rob taking him entirely in one go.
God, that mouth. He found Rob’s head and curled fingers into his soft strands. Rob cupped his balls and played with them until Brian couldn’t see or think straight. “Gonna come if you keep doing that.”
Rob backed off. “Can’t have that yet.” He kissed the tip and drew his tongue down the shaft, but rather than mouth his balls, like Brian expected him to, Rob pressed his lips to Brian’s taint.
Fuck.Brian gasped and pushed his head back against the pillow. He was so sensitive there. Couple of girlfriends had figured that out during blowjobs, but they’d just stroked him—not mouthed him.
“Thought so,” Rob muttered. Then he hummed and went back to licking and sucking.
Cock. Taint. Balls. Thighs. Not enough to make him come, but enough to bring him right to the edge over and over. He couldn’t think to put syllables together to curse.
A faint click caught his attention, but only until Rob closed his mouth around his dick. Cool, slick fingers pressed against his taint—and before Brian registered what that meant, Rob touched his hole. Pressed against it. Circled it.
Fuck. Heat straight to the back of his brain and down into his balls. What came out of his mouth was something between a whimper and a moan.
Rob’s chuckled vibrated his cock until he pulled off. But those fingers stroking over his hole never stopped. “How’s that?”
“Good,” he croaked. So fucking good. He wanted to claw his way off the bed, but couldn’t get his limbs to work. “Oh God, Rob.”
“Mmm. Nice.” Rob’s voice was deep. “I’m going to slide my finger in. Relax and push back. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
