An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(65)

Then he remembered. I’m the one in charge around here.

Vic smiled to himself. He loved being the Dom.

Moving as surreptitiously as possible, he popped the button free on his waistband and slid the zipper down. He stifled a chuckle when Rob stiffened. I swear I just saw his ears twitch.

Vic couldn’t resist. “Hear something interesting?”

Rob turned his head and glanced down at Vic’s crotch, where Vic had pulled his already half-hard dick free of his jeans. He held it around the base, listening as Rob’s breathing changed, becoming shallower, more rapid. When Rob didn’t move, however, Vic decided he needed a push in the right direction.

“Suck it,” he demanded, and waited for Rob’s reaction.

He doesn’t have to obey me. I’m not his Dom. Another thought followed swiftly. Not yet.

Rob hesitated for a second or two before getting off the couch and kneeling in front of Vic.

“Good boy,” Vic praised, shoving his jeans roughly over his hips and down to his ankles. “Take them off.”

Rob tugged the jeans from him and then moved between Vic’s legs, his hands on Vic’s thighs. He glanced up at Vic, as if waiting for permission.

Vic smiled. “Now, flick the bar with your tongue. You can even tug on it gently. Get used to how it feels in your mouth.”

Something flashed in Rob’s eyes. “This is going to be a regular thing, then?”

Vic nodded calmly, although inside he was vibrating. Go on, Rob. Show me what you can do.

Haltingly, Rob leaned over until his lips were inches away from Vic’s cock. That first heady rush of arousal was delicious as he licked over the taut head before taking it into his mouth. Vic shuddered at the sensation of wet heat, and stroked Rob’s back. “That’s it… perfect.”

The small sigh of contentment that escaped Rob’s lips said more than words.

Vic did his best not to fuck Rob’s mouth, but God, the effort required not to thrust deeper. He had to remind himself that this was no trained sub, adept at sucking the come right out of him. This was Rob. More importantly, this was Rob’s first time at giving head, and Vic wanted to offer him as much encouragement as possible. He confined himself to a gentle rocking in and out of Rob’s mouth, murmuring praise as Rob gained in confidence. Besides, the aim was not to come down Rob’s throat. The aim was to get Vic hard so he could fuck him. And judging by the ache in his cock and the tingle in his balls, they were more than ready.

“Enough,” he called out when Rob tugged on his bar while gently rubbing over his guiche at the same time.

Rob sat up, wiping his mouth and grinning. “Did I do all right?”

Vic lightly cuffed his ear. “I have to answer that? You mean, hearing me tell you what a bloody good job you were doing wasn’t evidence enough?”

Rob chuckled. “Fine, but I want to know if I get a C or was it good enough to get me an A.”

Vic grabbed him and pushed him down onto the couch on his back. “You’re teacher’s pet right now. Is that good enough for you?” Then he stole Rob’s breath away when he pulled down his sweatpants, grinning when Rob’s dick bobbed up, unfettered by underwear. “Hmm, were we anticipating some attention?”

“Living in hope, more like,” Rob said, tugging off his own T-shirt.

Vic laughed. “Your eagerness is gratifying.” Before Rob could make a comeback, Vic grabbed Rob’s ankles and pushed them toward his ears, rolling his arse up off the seat cushion. Without hesitating, he dove in, heading straight for that tight little hole with eager fingers.




OH MY fucking God.

A harsh cry of mingled astonishment and pleasure was torn from Rob’s lips when Vic stroked over his hole.

“Never played with your own hole?” Vic asked, all the while circling and stroking, circling and stroking.

“No,” Rob gasped. It should have felt so wrong to be touched there, but fuck….

Vic reached into the pocket of his jeans, which lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, and grabbed the condoms and a packet of lube. Rob knew what was about to happen, and he wanted it. Here. Hard. When Vic reached down and hefted Rob into his arms, Rob started to protest, but Vic cut him off with a kiss. When Vic pulled back, Rob knew he had to have a dreamy expression on his face.

“What are you doing?”

Vic smiled down at him. “Taking you to my bed. I want you somewhere we’re both going to feel comfortable.” It warmed Rob that Vic wanted something more than a couch for their first time together, not to mention his first time with a man.

When they reached the bedroom, Vic laid Rob gently on the bed. Rob scooted back and stared at Vic. He swallowed hard, and knew Vic had made the right choice by bringing him in here. Rob wasn’t sure what to expect, but he liked that Vic was going to take care of him.

God, I want this. I want him.

Since that visit to Kew, Rob had both wanted and dreaded this moment. And now that they were finally there? He wasn’t afraid. Well, maybe a little nervous. His breathing hitched as Vic climbed onto the bed. Rob reached out and stroked his fingers over Vic’s arm. He was more than ready for this.

Vic tore the sachet of lube open and squeezed some of its contents onto his fingers.

Rob groaned when Vic slowly pressed into him, his gaze trained on Rob’s face.