An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(63)

Rob shifted his arm enough to reveal one eye. “Okay? I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

Vic stilled. “And how exactly is that?”

Rob dropped his arm to one side and grinned. “Fucking melted.”

Vic had to laugh. “You get bonus points for the Oz reference.” He bent over Rob and kissed him. It was lazy, hot, and with Rob beneath him, absolutely fucking perfect. When he broke the kiss and pulled back, Rob sighed with contentment.

“Yeah, well, you inspired it. But just out of curiosity, when can we go again?”

Vic arched his eyebrows. “Again?”

Rob nodded eagerly. “Well, yeah. I mean, round one was nice, but I’m ready for another go.”

Vic grinned. “Another go? What makes you think we’re finished with this one?” He stroked a single finger down Rob’s sticky cock before continuing its journey over his balls, while he grabbed Rob’s thigh and pulled it toward him, spreading him. Rob caught his breath as Vic kept moving until he encountered Rob’s hot little hole. Vic gave a languid smile. “We’re not done yet. I have more than a few plans for this.”




THERE’S MORE? Rob didn’t know if he should be thankful or terrified. He’d had a lot of sex, and up until that moment, he thought it had been pretty good, but fuck…. Never had he had such a mind-blowing orgasm. It was as though Vic had turned him inside out and pulled every drop of come from him until Rob’s balls had shriveled into raisins.

At first he’d really thought he’d find it easier to pretend he was with a girl, but the moment he saw the look on Vic’s face as he stroked Rob’s dick, all such thoughts had gone out the window.

Vic knelt up on the bed and began to remove his T-shirt, pulling at the back until it was over his head and off. Rob stared at the furry chest, the nipples that stood proud, the taut belly.

“Like what you see?” Vic asked. He winked. “Or are you missing certain bits?”

Rob laughed. “Don’t get me wrong. Tits are nice, they’re great to hold, kiss, suck….” He sat up and stroked his hand over Vic’s chest. “And up until today, I’d have said I was a tits man, but now?” He moved closer and rubbed his face against Vic, breathing him in, feeling the rasp of hair against his cheeks. “There’s something about your pecs that make me want to….”

“Make like I’m a cat or a puppy, and rub your face in my fur?” Vic finished for him.

Rob laughed against Vic’s belly. “You read my mind!” Then his laughter died when Vic took hold of Rob’s hand and guided it toward his crotch.

Rob breathed deeply as Vic covered Rob’s hand with his own and rubbed languidly over his obvious erection. The memory of what he’d seen in the shower, that heavy, long cock, a thick curved bar through its head, had Rob’s own shaft start to refill. And dammit, Vic saw.

“Oh, to be twenty-four again,” he sighed, letting go of Rob’s hand to unbutton his jeans. He loved the way Rob’s breathing caught when he slowly lowered the zip. “One of the sexiest sounds ever, I always think.”

Rob stared at him, a dazed look in his eyes. “Huh?”

“The sound of a zipper being lowered, because you know what’s coming.” Vic smiled. “The anticipation can be really heady.” He pushed at his jeans, opening just enough to reveal the base of his dick, the dark fuzz of hair above it. “That first glimpse of cock. Knowing where it’s going to end up.”

Rob swallowed. “Inside me.”

Vic nodded. “Still want that?”

Rob’s heartbeat raced, his breathing was shallow, and something deep in his belly was slowly beginning to unfurl, spreading heat throughout him, but yeah, Rob knew the answer to that question. “Fuck yes.”

Vic beamed. “Then on your back, beautiful boy. Head on the pillows.”

Rob shifted hurriedly to do as instructed. He lay there, his hand around his already stiffening dick, pulling on it gently while Vic removed his jeans. When Vic was finally—blessedly—naked, he knelt at Rob’s feet, knees apart, his cock jutting out from his body, metal glinting at the slit.

Rob couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “You’re going to… leave that in?”

Vic arched his eyebrows. “My PA?” He grinned. “Does the thought of my Prince Albert make you nervous?”

Rob managed a shrug. “I was careful before when I was—” His cheeks were warm.

“Blowing me, yes,” Vic finished for him, still grinning. “I did notice. And yes, I usually leave it in.” His eyes sparkled. “I’ve never had complaints about how it feels. Quite the opposite, in fact.” He cupped his balls and pulled them up so Rob could see—

“Another one?” There was a bar inserted in the skin between Vic’s balls and hole.

“You’ve never seen a guiche before? The perineum is a sensitive, erotic area, and the guiche draws attention to it.” Vic bent down and crawled up the bed toward Rob, his movements deliberate and sexy as hell, looking for all the world like a predator stalking his prey.

And that would be me.

Rob widened his legs as Vic approached, allowing him to crawl between them, until his head hovered above Rob’s.

“Ever rubbed yourself there when you’re wanking?” Vic asked, before kissing Rob’s chest and neck, moving higher.