An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(91)

Vic had no complaints either. The tight heat that surrounded his dick was sheer bliss. “Take what you need, boy,” he gasped out. “Fuck yourself on it.”

Rob nodded. “Have I ever told you… that I love the fact… that your cock is so thick and long?”

Vic laughed. “Heaping praise on my dick will not get you any more fucked, you know.” He shoved all the way into Rob’s hot channel. “Like that?”

A low groan poured out of Rob as he leaned forward to seize Vic’s mouth in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongues. Vic received him eagerly, his hands on Rob’s back, gently raking down his spine with his nails, loving the way Rob moaned all the more, the way he moved faster.

“I wish I could watch your thick dick as you slide it into me.”

“Trust me, it looks amazing,” Vic said breathlessly. “I want you to feel every inch of it.”

“Not enough,” Rob ground out. “I want you deeper. Want to feel you tomorrow, like you’re still inside me.”

Vic grabbed hold of Rob’s cheeks and lifted him bodily, pushing up out of the chair and carrying him over to the bed, his cock still wedged inside Rob’s arse. He lowered Rob carefully onto the bed and eased out of him. “On all fours,” he growled. “Arch your back. Gonna pound your hole.” His need was white-hot and the thought of plowing into Rob consumed him.

Rob responded instantly, flipping over and tilting his hips, legs spreading wide to present that beautiful hole. He glanced over his shoulder. “Come on, Vic. What’s taking you so long? Fuck me.”

Vic grinned. “Okay, what have you done with Rob?” He liked this new, demanding boy, who was not like any sub Vic had ever known. And maybe that’s what is so special about him.

Vic brought the head of his dick to Rob’s hole and slid into him in one long, fluid thrust. Rob cried out and pushed back, already riding his cock, and Vic grabbed on to his hips to piston in and out of his slick channel. There was no time for sensual caresses or kisses as both of them moved together, Rob meeting Vic’s thrusts with low cries. Vic reached under him to stroke his fingers along Rob’s solid length, and Rob dropped his head and shoulders to the bed.

“Close.” The word shuddered out of him.

“Come when you’re ready.” Vic wasn’t about to make him wait, not after all the effort he’d put in to getting Vic hard again. He curled his hand around Rob’s shaft and tugged, aware of the warmth that covered his fingers. Rob shivered beneath him, and Vic covered him with his body, stilling inside him while the last of Rob’s orgasm ebbed away. Vic brought his come-covered hand to Rob’s lips. “Clean it,” he instructed.

Rob’s tongue lapping up his load seemed to have a direct link to Vic’s dick, which throbbed inside the tight arse. He waited until Rob had removed every trace of come, and then he bent over him to kiss the back of his neck. “Now grab on to something.”

Rob clutched the sheets under him, and Vic took a moment to admire the long line of his back, the smooth skin, the dimples where his arse curved, and the narrow waist. My boy is beautiful.

As soon as the thought had flitted across his mind, he realized the truth of it. He is mine.

Vic gripped Rob’s hips and commenced fucking him, hips snapping forward as he reamed Rob’s hole. “Fuck, the way your arse feels on my dick.”

Rob began to cry out with each thrust, begging Vic not to stop, to go deeper, faster, telling him how fucking good Vic felt inside him. Vic let go of Rob’s hips and anchored himself to Rob’s shoulders, his body slamming into Rob’s arse, sending shock waves through his flesh as he pushed himself closer to his climax.

“Can you feel my PA grazing your gland? Can you? Does it feel good when I nail it?”

“Fuck, yes,” Rob moaned. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Lightning zapped down his spine, shot along his cock and sent tingles deep into his balls. He roared as he came, his fingers digging into Rob’s shoulder muscles, so hard that he figured Rob might have bruises the following day.

Rob collapsed onto the bed and Vic went with him, hips still rocking as he emptied his balls into the latex. Rob was shaking, his breath leaving him in short, staccato bursts. Vic pinned him to the bed, his dick still buried to the hilt inside Rob’s warmth.

Rob inclined his head, and Vic went for that mouth, kissing him fervently. When they parted, Vic grinned. “Okay. I like this new Rob. You can stay.”

Rob arched his eyebrows. “That’s a good thing, because believe me, if you want me gone, you’d have to carry me out of here. I think you just melted me.”

Vic understood that feeling all too well.




VIC HAD no idea what had awoken him. It was dark outside, and the only sound in the bedroom was Rob’s rhythmic breathing as he slept deeply beside Vic.

I could get to like this.

Maybe it was time to share his bed on a permanent basis. Thus far, Rob had spent a few nights each week in Vic’s bed, but those always followed sex.

Speaking of which….

He reached out to stroke a gentle finger over Rob’s arse beneath the sheets. That night had shown him a side to Rob that he’d only glimpsed. Hearing Rob give voice to his needs, hearing him demand to be fucked, had been more of a turn-on than Vic had imagined.

“Whassup?” Rob stirred and rolled over to face him.