Page 86 of Daily Grind
After the legs, Brian was close to passing out and even his dick had relaxed—until Rob ran those warm hands over his ass again, then up his back. This time, the touch was anything but therapeutic. Brian shifted and bit his lip. “This is good, too.” It came out as a whisper.
“Mmm-hmm.” Rob pinched his ass. “Turn over.”
Brian did, and there was Rob, standing over him, bare chested, bare legged, his shaft hard under the thin fabric of his underwear. A flush ran up his neck and his grin was toothy and wicked.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Rob traced a finger down the center of Brian’s chest. “So are you.” He poured more oil on his hands and leaned over, palms gliding across Brian’s shoulders. “Especially your arms.”
He worked down one, fingers making Brian gasp as he hit every sore muscle group. Brian repeated with the other. More oil and his palms slid over Brian’s torso.
“Your chest is grand, too.” Fingers pressed into pecs and skimmed over nipples, sending conflicting signals again.Relax, his body said.Fuck me, his mind and cock screamed. He groaned and met Rob’s gaze.
The devil had dimples.
Rob’s slick hands slipped to Brian’s abs, and he gave up all hope of trying to remain still. He rocked his hips.
“Want something?” Rob’s voice was rough and deep. He worked closer and closer to Brian’s cock.
“Yeah. Touch me.” He was dying under those hands. Hot blood pounded in his head. All he wanted was Rob’s hand around his shaft.
“I am touching you.” Laughter and dancing fingers over his stomach and up his side.
He gasped and moaned and caught Rob’s hands. “On my cock.”
Rob straightened and reached for the bottle of oil. “I want to hear you say it, Bri.” There was a gleam in Rob’s eye.
He shivered and arched his back. “I want your hand around my dick.” He took a breath. “Hell, I want your mouth on my balls. I want you naked and on top of me. I want—” His breath caught.
He wanted Rob inside him. Not just his fingers, either.
A twitch to Rob’s smile. “Let’s start with that lovely cock of yours, and see what happens from there?”
Brian exhaled and bent his legs so Rob could kneel between them. Finally, Rob’s warm, talented hand wrapped around Brian’s dick and stroked. Tight. Firm. Silky smooth from the oil. Brian rolled his head against the pillow and moaned.
He lifted his hips and thrust into Rob’s fist. “I like this massage.”
A laugh. “I fully intend to give you a happy ending.” He pressed his thumb against the head of Brian’s dick and slid it over the slit.
Brian could only groan and work his hips faster. The closer he got to bliss, the more Rob loosened his hand.
“I’m not ready for cream from my Americano yet.”
Brian choked on a laugh. “Really?Really?”
Rob let go of Brian’s shaft and climbed over him until his lips were inches away. “You fucking love it.”
That was the worst part. He did. The stupid puns. The coffee jokes. The cream. Everything. “Love you.”
Rob devoured his mouth, his tongue opening Brian’s lips, stroking, tasting every inch. Brian melted into the mattress, his blood thick in his veins and his head and body on fire for Rob. Their lips touched, and brushes of arms and legs—so close—so far. When Rob relented, Brian had to catch his breath.
When he did, he stared up at Rob. “Touch me.”
A small smile. “Where?”
Nerves tingled and pinpricks danced up the back of his skull. “My ass. My hole.”
A barely audible chuckle. “Why?”
