An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(90)
“So beautiful when you just let go.” Vic’s kisses switched from fierce to gentle in a heartbeat. His arm was across Rob’s chest, the other around his waist, and those soft kisses showed no signs of stopping. “Ready for your haircut?” He chuckled. “You know what I really want is to feel your mouth on my cock again, right?”
Rob knew that feeling all too well.
ROB KNELT in front of Vic, eyeing his long, thick cock with its shiny piercing. He knew what he wanted to do—take it all the way into his throat—but so far, that particular feat had eluded him.
If ever an occasion called for deep-throating, it’s this one.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly why Vic was doing this.
Right on cue, Vic lifted Rob’s chin with one hand, the other holding the electric hair clippers. “You okay?”
Rob grinned. “Just so we’re clear? You’re cutting my hair like this so you can feel the vibrations on your dick, right?”
Vic laughed. “Smart boy. Ideally, between the clippers and your mouth, I could shoot faster than a rocket. Your job is to make sure that doesn’t happen.” He let go of Rob’s chin and grabbed his own cock, holding it out. “Open wide.”
Rob obeyed, and Vic smacked the wide head of his cock on Rob’s tongue. “Take a deep breath. You’re going to be sucking me off the whole time I’m cutting your hair. I know you can’t take me all the way, so don’t worry about it. If it gets too much, tap me on the leg and I’ll stop.”
That was enough to make Rob determined to accomplish the task.
He sucked on the hard, taut dick, filling his mouth, and Vic shuddered. God, that made him feel so fucking powerful. He pressed up close, taking more and more of Vic’s thick length into him, until his nose was buried in Vic’s pubes and he had never been so full. He could feel the metal bar against the back of his throat.
“God, yes, just like that,” Vic sighed. Seconds later Rob felt the clippers against his head, and Vic’s hand holding him steady while he moved it slowly and carefully from his nape to his crown. When he paused, Rob took a moment to breathe, spluttering a little, before resuming his fervent sucking. Vic laughed, and Rob could feel it all the way through him. “I think I need to go a little faster.”
Rob relaxed his throat as best he could and then took Vic deep once more. The clippers skimmed over his scalp, only this time a bit faster. He felt the vibrations all the way down to his toes, and moaned around his mouthful of dick. Rob worked Vic’s shaft with his tongue, conscious of not wanting to move too violently while Vic was cutting his hair. When tremors rippled through Vic’s body, Rob knew he was close and redoubled his efforts, his goal in sight.
He wanted to taste Vic’s spunk, to feel him shoot his load.
“Nearly done here.” Vic caressed his head and then shivered. “Oh God, that’s—”
Rob eased off Vic’s cock and gave the head a hard suck before tugging on the bar.
Vic was toast.
“Fuck, what did I say?” Vic shuddered, his body jerking as he pumped come into Rob’s mouth. Vic dropped the clippers onto the bed beside him and then gripped Rob’s shoulders, his breathing harsh and rapid.
Rob took his time, making sure he had every last drop before he licked the shaft clean from slit to root. Vic’s hands were gentle on his head, soft noises of encouragement pouring from his lips.
When Rob was done, Vic hauled him to his feet. “We are so not finished.” He tugged him across the room to the wide leather armchair, then dropped into it, legs splayed wide. Vic held up his softening cock. “You made me come, so now your job is to get me hard enough to fuck that tight hole of yours.”
Rob didn’t hesitate. He knelt between Vic’s muscled thighs and applied himself to the task with alacrity, exulting in the low moans and noises of pleasure that escaped Vic’s lips. Vic stroked Rob’s head before grabbing it with both hands and holding him steady while he proceeded to fuck his mouth, moving faster, sliding deeper. Rob groaned aloud and held himself still, letting Vic use him. God, the way he sounded as he thrust into Rob’s mouth, his dick growing harder with each passing minute.
He knew he’d done a good job when Vic pulled free of his mouth and reached into the drawer beside the bed for a condom and lube. “Up here, feet on the arms,” Vic rasped out, his fingers busy with the latex.
Rob climbed up, planted his feet on the wide arms, and gripped the back of the chair while Vic reached under him to slide a slick finger deep into him. Vic focused on Rob’s face as he prepared him, adding another finger.
Rob had had enough of waiting.
VIC GAVE a jerk of surprise when Rob reached back and grabbed hold of Vic’s stiff shaft, already slick with lube. “Fingers, out, now,” he growled.
The desire to reprimand Rob for his brazen behavior died when Vic saw his face. There was a hunger in Rob’s expression that he hadn’t seen before. He pulled his hands free and let Rob take control. Rob steadied Vic’s cock before pressing the head against his hole. Slowly he sank down onto it, his own dick hardening as he did so, rising up to point toward the ceiling.
That more than anything told Vic that Rob wanted this with a passion.
When Vic’s cock was buried all the way in Rob’s body, Rob began to move, riding him carefully at first, but before long he was bouncing on it, his fingers digging into the leather chair back. “Fuck, feels so good when you’re hard inside me,” he moaned.