Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

trancelike, as they pulled the knots out of the ropes holding Greg to the chair. One by one, the soft, white lengths appeared on the table. As soon as the last piece was laid reverently with the others, Greg stretched and rubbed his wrists.
    He watched Jeff return to his kneeling position on the floor beside Greg and rest his head on Greg's thigh. Greg sighed and tangled his fingers in Jeff's dark locks. "I hope your bed is strong, soccer boy." He felt Jeff tense and heard the hitch in Jeff's breath at his words.
    Greg smiled. This night was turning out a lot better than he had even imagined.
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    Jeff tensed in anticipation at Greg's words. He wanted nothing more than to be tied to his bed and used any way Greg wanted. Jeff had been impressed with himself when he took all of Greg's huge cock down his throat. Though Jeff had seen longer, thicker dicks in porn, Greg's was the largest he'd seen in real life. He'd certainly never expected to have one that size in his bed. He could not wait to feel it plowing its way in and out of his ass.
    He shifted as his ass clenched in anticipation. But he had a feeling Greg was going to torment him before he fucked him. Jeff had been dreaming of this, but now that it was here, his stomach was a riot of stampeding butterflies.
    Greg's hand tightened in Jeff's hair. "I was supposed to go on a date tonight."
    Jeff smiled to himself. "I know. But don't worry. The cute little twink you were supposed to meet was taken care of." Greg jerked Jeff's head up, causing him to wince and sending pleasure-filled pulses of pain from his scalp to his cock. "I had Curt go meet him."
    "You are a very naughty soccer boy." Jeff wasn't sure what the smile that moved across Greg's face meant, but Jeff's body tingled at the tone in Greg's voice. "I think a spanking is in order."
    Jeff groaned. Words took flight, and all he was left with were pure, raw emotions. His cock was straining against the buttons of his 501s. His balls felt heavy even though they were held tight against his body.
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    Greg stood, Jeff's hair still in his grasp. The raw lust in Jeff's eyes had Greg's cock filling again. But, this time Jeff was going to be at his mercy. Greg took a deep breath. The scent of man and sex permeated the air.
    "Up."
    Jeff moved like he'd trained to be an exotic dancer instead of a soccer forward, though his soccer playing was oddly exciting. Greg had seen Jeff play and had wanted to meet him. But he never had the chance back then. The first time he'd ever seen Jeff on the field was as Real Madrid dismantled FC Barcelona. Greg had sat through most of the game with a dick so hard the right wind would have set him off.
    He smiled. Jeff's downcast gaze lingered around Greg's neck, avoiding eye contact. Greg's skin prickled like electricity was dancing along his nerves. He used one finger to tilt Jeff's head up. "Let's go see how sturdy your bed is." He leaned forward to kiss him, fleetingly and gently. But the kiss ended up with teeth clacking together, tongues dueling for dominance. His hand slid down the front of Jeff's pants, cupping the hardness and squeezing until Jeff pulled back with a gasp.
    "Greg…" Jeff panted. "I'm going to…"
    Greg jerked away, Jeff's body swaying at the abruptness of the movement. "You're not going to come until I'm buried in your ass and give you permission."
    Jeff's whimper was priceless. Yeah, Jeff wanted this as much as Greg did.
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    Jeff led Greg down the short hall to his bedroom. He'd never been happier that he'd bought the heavy, antique wrought iron bed when he still lived in Spain. True, shipping it had cost a small fortune, but it was about to become the best idea he'd ever had.
    He had just stepped across the threshold when Greg's arms wrapped around him from behind. Greg's hard body pressed against Jeff's as Greg's fingers teased his nipples. "Greg." Jeff's vocabulary had become focused only on one word—Greg.
    "If you have these," Greg held up the ropes in his hand, "then I know you must have a toy box around here somewhere." He kept one arm around Jeff as he shifted to the side and landed a hard blow on Jeff's ass with the other.
    Jeff groaned. It had stung even through the denim. He could only imagine what it would feel like bare. He stumbled to his closet and pulled the box off the shelf. He turned to find Greg sitting on the backless bench at the foot of his bed.
    The man was mouth-watering sitting there in nothing but his jeans. Jeff had been so