An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(67)

“Can I move a little faster?” Vic asked, his fingers brushing over the head of Rob’s dick.

Rob nodded and grabbed hold of Vic’s hand, their fingers laced. Vic picked up the pace and rocked into him, hips rolling as he moved in and out, the friction increasing.

Rob wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

Vic let out a soft gasp against his lips. “Sorry, but you feel too good.” He stiffened, and Rob felt Vic’s dick throb inside him. Elation surged through him. I did that. Vic groaned, his face buried in Rob’s neck, his cock all the way inside him. Rob let go of his hand, cupped the back of Vic’s head, and pulled him into a kiss. Vic moaned softly, and Rob’s heart soared at the thought of bringing him pleasure.

Fuck. When did sex ever feel this good?

Then he cried out when Vic wrapped a hand around his cock, and that was it, game over. Rob shuddered as he came over his belly, tremors spreading out along his arms and legs as he gave himself up to an orgasm unlike any he’d had before.

“That’s it. Fuck, look at you. So beautiful when you just let go.”

Vic’s words filtered through the fog of sensual pleasure that enveloped him, and pride filled him. When the last drops of come lay on his skin, Rob pressed his face to Vic’s damp chest, breathing him in as they lay there. Sweat covered Rob’s chest, and he was aware of aches and twinges that were only then starting to make themselves known. Vic eased his cock from Rob’s body, and the sense of being… disconnected created an entirely new kind of ache.

This one was in his heart.




ROB’S FIRST impression upon waking was of being surrounded by warmth. He reached down and found Vic’s arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close. How bloody ironic. All those times Rob had been with someone and they’d wanted to cuddle after sleeping together? Rob had just wanted them to go. He’d had his thrill and the moment had passed. But this? He could lie there for hours quite happily.

Speaking of lying…. Why am I still in Vic’s bed?

He vaguely remembered waking up after a doze, the pair of them sticky as hell. Then it came back to him. When he’d emerged from the shower, Vic had called him into his bedroom, and….

Yeah. More kisses. Rob had the impression that they’d fallen asleep kissing. I spent the night in Vic’s bed, in his arms. The thought only added to the warmth he was already experiencing. Talk about a night of firsts. He could lie here for hours and just play the previous night over and over again in his head.

His rumbling stomach apparently had other ideas.

“I’m hungry too,” Vic murmured against his neck. “But then, good sex always helps me work up quite an appetite.” He pressed his lips to Rob’s shoulder in another gentle kiss. “Especially when it was very, very good sex.”

Rob didn’t know what to say. Thank you? Likewise? But it filled him with pleasure that Vic had clearly enjoyed it as much as he had. He sat up and hissed when his bum touched the bed. God, how could I ever have said gay men were weak? Taking a dick up your arse isn’t for wimps.

“You okay?”

Rob turned and glared at Vic. “I’m fine.”

“A little tender? I did warn you, remember.”

Rob rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” The temptation to downplay the… aftereffects was huge, but Rob was trying to get out of the habit of lying. Especially with Vic. “I thought maybe you might be exaggerating the whole thing, but now that I’ve had that baseball bat of yours shoved up my arse, I can see you weren’t. It fucking hurts.” What he couldn’t understand was why it was a good hurt.

Vic grinned. “That was you telling me I could move faster, right?”

“That’s not how I remember it,” Rob retorted. “You asked. I just nodded.”

“Then next time I’ll be sure to get a verbal agreement,” Vic said promptly.

Next time? The way his hole was feeling right then, the mere thought should have been enough to make his dick shrivel up. Only it seemed Rob’s cock liked the idea, judging by the way it started filling.

Not that Rob was about to let Vic see. He gave Vic a stern look that was totally fake. “You’re not getting near my arse again for at least a week.”

Vic ran a finger down Rob’s spine, which sent shivers throughout his body. “A week, you say?” He dipped the finger lower, just grazing the crease of Rob’s cheeks.

Rob let out a low moan. “Maybe a few days,” he amended, leaning forward to give Vic better access.

When Vic scooted to the end of the bed and drew Rob into his arms, Rob leaned back and luxuriated in his body heat.

“We’ll give it a few days’ rest, then.”

What? “Don’t be hasty,” Rob said quickly. “I mean….”

Vic laughed. “Busted. You’ll never win an Oscar.” Then he nodded. “You’re right. You should have a day to recover. The ache will pass, especially if you have a warm bath.”

If a fucking bath helped, Rob wanted one now. But….

“Vic?”

“Hmm?”

Rob was doing his best to figure out how to ask the question that was going through his mind. It wasn’t something he’d ever had to deal with, but now? It was important to him to know.

“What are we doing?”