Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

contracting with his every shallow breath. Licking lightly at the barely parted lips, Jordan nipped at him for entrance. And when Cal's tongue flicked out to tease him, he moaned deep in the back of his throat and dove in for more.
    Though Cal met every thrust of his tongue with his own, and his body vibrated with need, his fingers bit into Jordan's arm as if it were the only tether he had to the ground. Releasing his mouth with a gasp for air, Jordan nibbled and licked his way down Cal's neck and under his jaw. Against his pounding pulse point, Jordan whispered, "Shh, sweetheart. Easy." His free hand brushed gently over Cal's white knuckles until his grip eased.
    Slowly, giving Cal time to adjust and relax into his touch, Jordan gradually worked his hands under the hem of Cal's shirt and found his warm, smooth skin. Jordan's groin throbbed when Cal's abs contracted under his hands. Obviously lost in sensation, his responsiveness to Jordan's slightest touch was arousing beyond belief.
    Cal moaned and his head fell back on Jordan's shoulder. Jordan studied the closed eyes and flushed, kiss-reddened lips. God, he was stunning. Cal's eyes opened and met his, glazed with desire. But then he looked alarmed, like he'd been caught doing something wrong. Jordan cupped his cheek and kissed him, humming soothing sounds until he responded. Cal closed his eyes and leaned into Jordan's kisses.
    Jordan dragged his teeth down Cal's neck to his shoulder, and the man shivered in his arms. He returned to the skin of Cal's torso, working Cal's shirt up under his arms so he could see what he touched. "God, look at you." He sucked on Cal's neck and ran his hands over every inch of visible skin. Cal was quivering under his fingertips, inadvertently vibrating on Jordan's aching shaft. It was an intoxicating sensation.
    Cal reached blindly for Jordan. Arching his back, he clutched Jordan's neck and tugged him down for his kiss. His mouth was demanding, hot on Jordan's, sucking and licking and biting. His fingers drove themselves into Jordan's hair, grasped his neck, his shoulders, clutching, seeking purchase.
    With sudden insight, Jordan knew just what his boy needed. He lifted Cal's arms over his head and slid the T-shirt to his wrists. He wrapped the shirt tight in a knot and tucked it into Cal's hands. As long as he held on to it, the knot would hold. If he released it, he'd be able to free his hands easily. But he didn't release it. He sighed deeply and relaxed into Jordan's arms. Easing the tied wrists to rest behind Jordan's head, Jordan smoothed his hands from Cal's wrists, under his arms, and over his clenching belly. He smiled, watching the goose flesh form in the wake of his touch.
    The tortured groan and the instinctive thrust of Cal's hips was breathtaking. "Stunning." He trailed light fingertips from Cal's navel to sternum before circling nipples that tightened instantly. Cal whimpered and arched into the touch. Jordan brushed the responsive flesh firmly with his thumbs until Cal was squirming and making the most delightfully needy sounds in his throat. When Jordan pinched and tugged gently, Cal's whole body lifted. He gasped and whimpered, but his hands stayed determinedly behind Jordan's head.
    Holding Cal still, Jordan buried his face in his neck and fought for control. Watching Cal's chest rise and abs clench with every ragged breath wasn't helping. The solid length straining against Cal's jeans was luring him with every twist of the man's hips. He had to ... "May I?" His hand hovered over Cal's erection until he received the nod and Cal's hips thrust upwards impatiently.
    Releasing the button and the fly, Jordan tugged the denim open and pushed it out of the way. Shoving Cal's boxer briefs down his thighs, Jordan quickly levered upright, almost frantic in his need to have the clothing completely off. He needed to see it all. Cal seemed to share his urgency, because he twisted and kicked, helping to work the stubborn material off.
    Jordan drank in the sight before him. Cal's chest rose and fell rapidly. His legs shifted restlessly. Hooking his ankles over Cal's, Jordan spread his legs, forcing Cal's to open with them. Sure that Cal still had a grip on the knotted shirt, Jordan slid his hands from torso to thigh, cupping Cal's tightened sac, drifting a feather light touch over the mouth-watering length of rigid flesh that arced over his abdomen. Cal's cock flexed, seeking real contact, and Jordan held his palm over the