Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

the trial is going to take that long?"
    Kip inched closer until their lips were just inches apart. "Oh, I plan on keeping you after the trial is over."
    "Hmmm… I could get into that plan. But, I do have one question."
    "Just one? Somehow I doubt that. You've always been too damn curious."
    "Are you ever going to take these handcuffs off me?"
    "Maybe, if you're good. Right now I like where they are."
    Before Anson could argue, Kip crushed their lips together in a hot, wet, but oh-so-good kiss.
    Anson immediately reacted, his body on fire as he arched in a desperate bid for more contact. He would have given anything to be able to reach out and touch Kip, but Anson's hands remained pinned behind him.
    Anson let out a whimper of frustration. Kip replied with a growl before he slipped his tongue into Anson's mouth. Anson arched again as the taste of Kip exploded over his tongue. Peppermint, just like I always imagined.
    Kip pulled back just enough to say, "Damn, baby. I knew it would be good, but I never imagined it would be a dream come true."
    The heated look on Kip's face. The way his panting breath fanned Anson's cheek. The erection straining against his pants. It all started to be too much and Anson let out a soft cry.
    "Please, do something. Anything. Just touch me," Anson pleaded.
    Kip gave one more parting kiss before dropping on his knees. Once there, he gazed up from under his lashes. Almost as if asking permission.
    "Yes. God, yes," Anson panted.
    Anson had to bite his bottom lip to hold back a yell as his zipper was slowly lowered. Once the fly was undone, Kip slid Anson's pants and briefs down just enough to let his cock spring free.
    There was a brief moment of shyness, as Anson worried how he would measure up to all the other guys Kip had been with. Anson wasn't a fool and he knew there was no way somebody as good looking as Kip hadn't had his pick of bed partners. But, Kip gave Anson a look of pure reverence and Anson felt like the hottest thing to ever walk the earth.
    "I can't wait to get fucked by this," Kip marveled before he swirled his tongue over the top.
    Anson jerked in pleasure. "Only if you promise to screw me in return."
    "Anything for you."
    For the first time since being cuffed, Anson really believed that maybe his entire life hadn't gone to hell. After all, having the man of your dreams sucking your cock had to be a plus in anybody's book.
    Kip knew his way around a cock, too. Anson would even go as far as to say the guy was a master at it. Kip knew just when to suck and when to use his tongue in a way that repeatedly brought Anson to the edge before letting up again.
    Anson tried to move his hands so he could thread them through Kip's hair. After all this time, Anson yearned to finally know if it was as soft as it looked. All Anson got for his efforts was the telltale reminder that those damn cuffs were still in place.
    "Please," he whispered.
    Peering up at him, Kip asked, "What does my baby want?"
    "To come. To feel your cock."
    When Kip stood, Anson almost whooped in joy. That was until Kip undid his own pants and pulled his dick out. Wrapping his hand around both their erections, Kip said, "There, now you're touching it."
    "That's not what I… oh, wow!" Anson cried.
    The wonderful sensation of Kip's silky shaft rubbing against him drove away any protests Anson might have voiced. Still helpless to give a hand, he just rested his head on Kip's shoulder.
    "Come for me. Just make sure you don't yell. The last thing we want is for that uniform to come in to investigate what all the noise is about," Kip warned.
    Anson bit his lip just in time to stifle the scream of pleasure that accompanied his orgasm. His cock shot off, making what he was sure was an impressive mess. Anson was so caught up in his pleasure that he didn't give a damn.
    After a few more strokes, Kip found his own release, his spunk adding to the already sticky wetness between them.
    As they caught their breaths, Kip continued to kiss the top of Anson's head and murmur soft, loving words. It was several moments before Anson was able to gather his wits enough to ask, "So, does this mean you're going to take these handcuffs off?"
    Kip flashed a grin as he grabbed the front of Anson's shirt and led him to the bed. "I think we'll keep them on just a bit longer."
    As Anson stumbled along, he found he didn't have any problem with that. Funny as it would seem, over the course of the night, handcuffs had become his favorite