Page 67 of Daily Grind
“That’s better than the other suit.” He took a step forward and his gaze met Rob’s.
Power games, indeed. A shiver ran through Rob, followed by heat that sank into his balls. From the looks of things, it wasn’tBrianwho’d be on his knees tonight.
He’d happily play it that way, too. “It’s my boardroom suit.”
“Wheeling and dealing?” No more distance between them. Brian slid his fingers under the lapel and pressed his thumbs against the fabric.
Handles, should Brian want to push or pull.
Rob’s heart ticked faster. “Something like that.” It came out as a whisper. Brian’s lips were too close to his to speak any louder.
“A goddamn CEO.” Brian pulled Rob to him, their bodies touching. His lips brushed Rob’s. “What the hell are you doing with me?”
He stroked Brian’s arms, enjoying the rock hard muscle beneath. “Whatever you want me to do with you.”
A chuckle. “I don’t even know where to start.” Brian nibbled Rob’s bottom lip, sinking heat into Rob’s bones. “A suit like this on a man like you should be peeled off one piece at a time.”
Desire and anticipation had Rob harder than sin. Brian had barely touched him. “You’re right. You’re much more than a simple Americano.” He caught the dance of Brian’s eyes. “Though youareblazing hot.”
Brian took his mouth and stole his breath and moans. He didn’t let go of Rob’s suit, even as he pushed Rob up against the nearest wall, his thigh hard against Rob’s dick.
“So many options.” Brian scraped his teeth over Rob’s throat. “Bend you over the couch? Make you kneel? Take each piece of clothing off you, then fuck you in my bed?”
Warmth flooded through Rob. He cupped Brian’s arse and rocked against his thigh. “What, onlyoneoption? Where’s the fun in that?”
Brian’s breath caught and his fingers twitched against Rob’s chest. “You want it all tonight.” He smoothed out the lapels, gliding his hands down Rob’s torso.
“I’ve been sitting in an office for three days thinking of good coffee, my fingers fucking your arse, and the taste of your cock. OfcourseI want it all.”
Brian’s smile turned wicked. “Ever knelt in that suit of yours?”
“This one? Never. Not for anyone. Not that kind of suit.” Truth. Rob had never considered giving a blowjob in one of his bespoke suits. Now hecravedsinking to the floor.
Brian clasped his tie. “I want your mouth around my cock.”
“Do you?” He wanted to hear the order. Needed Brian to say it. Their gazes met and the air felt electric.
“Get on your knees. Now.”
Not much room between the wall and Brian, but he dropped, sliding his hands to Brian’s hips and pressed his mouth to the denim covered bulge in Brian’s tight jeans.
“Shit!” Brian tangled his hands in Rob’s hair. “You’re gonna make me come before I fuck you.”
He let up and nuzzled Brian’s thigh. “Guess I should have brought one of my cock rings, hmm?”
The grip in his hair tightened. “Guess you better unzip my jeans.”
Oh, he could do that and more. Didn’t take long for Rob to free Brian’s hard dick from those jeans. He stroked the length and licked the head.
Brian moaned. “God, you look—you feel—” Wide brown eyes peered down at him.
Who had whom? Not that it mattered—Rob had what he wanted. He closed his mouth around Brian’s cock and savored the taste of salt. Silky and hard. Perfection.
A groan and Brian thrust deep. Rob opened his throat and closed his eyes, enjoying the headiness of losing control and gaining every bit of it. Brian fucked him—no doubt about that. His head was held tight, the pain in his scalp a glorious thing. But he’d brought Brian to this moment, too, with his looks, words, and desire.
Obviously, Brian had fucked like this before. He knew how to slide in deep and when to let Rob breathe. They found a rhythm of groans and thrusts, pain and pleasure that slipped Rob from the world and into delight. Was a wonder he didn’t shoot his own load looking up at the rapture on Brian’s face.
“So fucking good.” Brian’s words were raspy and low. He pulled out and stroked himself. “Lick the tip.”
