An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(89)

“Vic,” Rob whispered. He reached up and wrapped his hands around Vic’s neck.

“Hands down, boy. You’re going to stand there and let me do what I want.”

Rob dropped his head and tilted his neck to give Vic better access, crying out when Vic latched on to the tendon in his neck, sucking hard.

Vic paused. “That’s it, Rob. Let me hear you. Show me how much you’re enjoying this.”

Rob’s eyes were wild. “Bastard! Shut up and get back to it.”

Vic shook his head. “Not what I meant when I said let me hear you. I want your moans, your sighs, all those little noises that tell me you’re enjoying this. And I don’t want your smart mouth—unless it’s wrapped around my dick.” He turned around, and Rob lashed out and grabbed his bicep.

“Where are you going?” he demanded.

“To turn on the water. Shower, remember? I’ve got every intention of going back for another helping of dessert, Rob. Now that I know how sweet it is, I may have more than one.”

The blush that crept up Rob’s neck told Vic how much that idea meant to Rob too.

“Showtime, boy.”





Chapter Twenty-Five


GETTING CLEAN had never been so… distracting.

Rob did his best to follow Vic’s instruction to stand still, but fuck, that was difficult when Vic was running soapy hands all over his body, sneaking fingers into all his nooks and crannies. Rob shuddered at Vic’s touch, longing to forgo the cleansing and replace it with kissing, because all he wanted was that mouth on his.

Apparently Vic didn’t have the same script. When he poured shampoo into his cupped hand and then proceeded to wash Rob’s hair, Rob wanted to scream with frustration.

Of course, Vic knew exactly what was going on inside his head, the bastard.

“Patience. I’m going to wash this before I cut it all off, okay?” Vic rubbed his fingers into Rob’s scalp, and somehow the activity morphed from frustrating into soothing. Rob leaned into his touch, craving more, loving the way Vic massaged his head with such dexterity. Vic chuckled. “There. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

It took a second or two for Rob to realize that the sappy, happy sound that followed came from his own lips.

Vic pulled him away from the tiled wall and under the jets, using both hands to remove all the lather. Then Rob caught his breath when Vic turned him around and pushed him up against the wet tiles. “Hands on the wall.” Vic’s breath fanned his ear. “I have to make sure you’re clean everywhere.”

Rob shivered when slick fingers stroked down his back. He hoped to God he knew where they were headed.

Another chuckle tickled his ear. “Yeah, you’re a dirty boy. You need a lot of cleaning today.”

Rob gave a soft moan as Vic slid his hand through Rob’s crease, then paused to circle his hole. He pressed his forehead against the tiles and prayed silently and furiously. His pleas were granted when Vic slowly pushed a finger into him, up to the knuckle. Rob arched his back, not content to wait, and let go of the wall to reach behind him to spread his cheeks.

Vic laughed. “Did I tell you to do that?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, and Rob wanted to groan.

“No, Sir.”

“Then isn’t it a good thing that I like initiative?”

Rob’s moan was louder this time when two fingers penetrated him, moving in and out of him, and he pushed down hard on them. When Vic withdrew them completely, he wanted to yell, to tell him to put them back where they belonged, but he had a sneaking suspicion that Vic would only react by doing the opposite. I’m learning how he thinks. Right then he was waiting to see which direction Vic took.

Vic kissed his neck, sending a frisson of pleasure skating down Rob’s spine. “We got some good news in the post today.” His deep voice reverberated through Rob.

“Huh?” Rob stilled, momentarily perplexed.

“Mm-hmm. Seems like you’re a healthy boy inside and out. I think we need to celebrate this.”

Before Vic’s words had a chance to register, Rob gasped as Vic knelt down behind him and pressed his face between Rob’s arsecheeks, rasping his beard over the delicate skin.

Oh God. Is he going to…?

The thought died with the first jolt of electricity that shot through him when Vic licked over his hole with a deliberately languid tongue.

It should have felt wicked. Sinful. Shocking.

It felt fucking amazing.

Rob let out a harsh cry and shoved back hard. “Fuck. More.”

Vic chuckled against his hole. “I gather you like that.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do I sound like there was anything about what you just did that I didn’t like? And why the hell are you talking? Use that mouth for something else.”

A loud peal of laughter rebounded around the bathroom. “Well, if you’re not enjoying it, I can always stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Then all other exclamations and expletives died when Vic gripped Rob’s cheeks, spread them with a rough movement, and speared his hole with a hot, wet tongue.

Fuck. That was even better.

Rob braced his arms against the tiles and widened his stance, his head bowed, his breathing loud as Vic plundered his hole again and again. When Vic reached between his spread legs to curl his fingers around Rob’s dick, it didn’t take long before Rob gave up his load with a loud groan, his come spattering the tiles. Vic licked and sucked, not pausing for a second, while he tugged at Rob’s length until not one drop was left. When he was well and truly spent, he sagged against the wall, and suddenly Vic’s arms were around him, holding him upright, his lips on Rob’s neck and shoulder.