An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(62)

Rob tilted his chin to gaze up at him and then smiled as he leaned in to rub his face slowly against Vic’s denim-encased erection. Vic placed his hands on Rob’s head and held him there, shivering as Rob nuzzled his shaft.

The boy had good instincts, something he hadn’t expected.

“Stand up,” he instructed softly.

Rob rose to his feet, and Vic leaned in to kiss him on the mouth.

“Can… can I touch you?” Rob murmured against his lips.

Vic smiled. “Be my guest.”

Instantly Rob lifted his arms, and warm hands pressed against Vic’s cheek and the nape of his neck, then pulled him deeper into the kiss. He went with it, sliding his tongue between Rob’s lips to explore him, tasting the mint of his toothpaste. Rob fed low noises into his mouth, while he gently stroked the back of Vic’s head. His breathing stuttered when Vic trailed his fingers over Rob’s chest, pausing at his nipple to tweak it. Vic kissed his neck before licking a line down to Rob’s shoulders. When Rob shivered, he chuckled against the warm, clean skin.

“Hmm. You taste good.”

“Glad to hear it,” Rob whispered, shuddering as Vic stroked over his belly to reach the towel. Instead of removing it, he cupped Rob’s cock through the thick cloth, squeezing it. “Oh God.” The harsh groan rolled out of him.

Vic brought his lips to Rob’s ear. “Tell me something, Rob. Has anyone ever given you pleasure just because they wanted to?”

Rob stilled. “Of course. The girl I used to see said she loved to blow me.”

“And how did you know she wasn’t lying to you?” Vic straightened and looked Rob in the eye.

Rob gave him a startled glance. “Excuse me?”

Vic squeezed Rob’s shaft again, and Rob’s breathing grew shallow. “Did her eyes glisten as she went down on you? Did she lick her lips to moisten them before she took you in her mouth? While she pleasured you, did she look you in the eye? Could you see her hunger?” He pulled at the towel, and it slid easily from Rob’s body.

Rob groaned again. “I… I….”

Vic pushed him until Rob had backed up against the bed. “Was she talented? Could she take it all?” He glanced down to take a good look at Rob’s dick. It was a nice size, about six inches or maybe a little longer, and curved slightly to the right. It bobbed, as if begging for attention, already past half-mast.

Vic smiled to himself. He was about to give it all the attention it craved.

“Why are we talking about girls?” Rob asked, his voice rough. “You want me to find you a girl to suck you off, is that it?”

Vic shook his head. “No. Girls aren’t really my speed. I like giving pleasure to young men who appreciate it. Who love it when a skilled mouth can take them over the edge.”

“And is that what you’re going to do with me?” Rob’s eyes were large, his pupils huge. “Take me over the edge?”

Vic ran his fingers along Rob’s shaft, watching as a shudder rippled through him. He continued his sensual assault, touching Rob’s cock lightly, stroking down to his balls, then back up. He met Rob’s wide-eyed stare. “If you want me to.”

Rob swallowed as Vic pressed his thumb against his slit.

“All you have to do is ask.”

Say it, boy. Let me hear the words.

“Y-yes,” Rob stammered.

Vic smiled. “Yes, what?” He wrapped his fingers around Rob’s silky-soft length and tugged, ever so gently.

Rob inhaled deeply and locked gazes with him. “Take me over the edge, then. Suck me, fuck me, whatever you want. Please.”

Vic flicked his head toward the bed. “Lie back.”

His hesitancy fleeing, Rob lay down, his legs hanging over the side of the bed, and stared openmouthed at Vic.

“You can stop me at any time,” Vic told him. “Just say stop and I will.” He glanced down to where a clear bead of precome had formed at the tip of Rob’s dick, and unable to hold back any longer, he leaned forward and swiped it off with his tongue.

“Oh my God,” Rob whispered. He spread his arms wide, his fingers scrabbling to grab on to the duvet.

Vic leaned forward again to let his tongue slide up the shaft, and then when he reached the head, he opened his mouth and swallowed Rob down to the root.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Rob cried out, thrusting his hips forward even as he let go of the duvet and reached down to grab hold of Vic’s head, holding him there while he pumped into his mouth.

Normally Vic wouldn’t allow it. He was in charge, after all. But this once, he was willing to go at Rob’s pace. He gave himself up to the delicious task of making Rob come.

Which was going to be any second, judging by the cries that fell from Rob’s lips, the way he panted and shivered, and the lack of rhythm as he thrust deeper, hips rocking. When his dick swelled on Vic’s tongue, Vic knew the fight was over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rob groaned as he came, painting Vic’s tongue with his spunk.

When he stopped trembling, Vic released his softening cock, and Rob lay there, arm over his eyes. Vic wondered what was going through Rob’s mind.

Only one way to find out. And Vic was way too far away.

He crawled up onto the bed and lay beside Rob and rubbed his chest and belly. “Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”