Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

Jared, please…"
    "First you tell me… me or him. Do you give a fuck?" Jared let go of Casey's hair, reached his hand blindly towards the nightstand and the drawer and fought for a second to get the sucker open.
    "Tell me, Casey… Do you care who it is?" He searched through the drawer, all the while tracing the smooth skin on Casey's neck, loving the feel of it against his lips and he was ready to sing for joy when his hand found the bottle of lube, small and handy; but right now too small, because his hand wasn't all that controlled, and he dropped the bottle twice before he actually got it to the bed.
    Casey was panting now, trembling when Jared opened the bottle and flooded Casey's skin with the lube. He devoured the feeling of Casey's slippery skin against his fingers when he spread the lubricant all over the cheeks and crack, massaging the muscles in slow circles, his fingers moving closer to Casey's opening.
    "You want it?"
    "Yes," Casey moaned and pushed his ass higher.
    "Who do you want?" Jared knew he was being petty, but when he heard Casey wailing like that, weak and completely out of it, he had to hear it though he knew already.
    Jared pushed in with the tip of his middle finger, just enough to feel the ring of muscles clenching, and that made Casey bend like a fucking pretzel with his shoulders high up and forehead pressed tight against the bed.
    "Who?" Jared asked and pushed his finger in, all the way, one hard push ending with a fast twist.
    "Oh … god…"
    "Who?" he repeated, actually enjoying this little game, because there was no way Casey would come like this, and Jared could keep teasing for hours. He was still on top of Casey, still with his body pressed against Casey and he slowly pulled out his finger before pushing it back in, rending another shattering moan out of Casey.
    "You know you'll end up begging anyways, so just be a good boy and say it now." Jared pushed another finger in, spreading Casey a little more and the tightness around his fingers made his cock angry for not getting its share. Jared held himself back, eyes shut with his face against Casey's neck. He breathed in the mixed scent of sex and sweat and Casey, fusing his mind and twisting his brain, until there was nothing in his head but Casey and his voice.
    "No answer then?" he mumbled and pulled out his fingers, slowly, making sure Casey felt the withdrawal, and it got the job done.
    "You… I want you. Jared, please, fuck me." Casey was pleading, shaking and trembling and Jared almost came against Casey's buttocks when he heard those words. Almost.
    "So you give a fuck, then?"
    "Yes."
    "Sure you didn't want him to be here?"
    "No… just you. Please, please, please… Fuck me, do it. Do it. "
    And Jared did, thrust in with one hard push that left him humming and made Casey shout out loud and the second he heard Casey whimpering, he bit his teeth against Casey's shoulder, already feeling the first wave of ecstasy pulsing around his cock.
    ****
    ...the morning after
    Casey watched as the blueness in Jared's eyes turned from bright to dark and he didn't have to ask to know what it was Jared was thinking about.
    Despite the fact that he'd been pulled and bitten and fucked so hard, Casey wasn't sure his body was at all in good condition; he was getting hard now, just remembering the night they'd had. Jared was always demanding when it came to sex. Jared was always in control and on top, but last night was something else completely. It had been raw and rough and forceful, almost too hard to be good. And almost too good to be considered legal.
    The brutality of it all didn't really surprise Casey, because he'd always known Jared had it in him. It was the fact that he had enjoyed it that made it a little hard to comprehend. Casey knew very well what had gotten Jared so worked up, and to be honest, he had dwelled in the sea of pleasure when he'd realized Jared had come to the club.
    Serves him right, he figured, and took another taste of ice cream.
    He was still a bit raw with what had happened, not just the aftermath or the scene at the club, but everything previous to that. Casey looked at the bouquet he had placed in a crystal vase on the windowpane, one Lynn had given him at work the day before, profoundly certain Jared would forget, and she had been right; Jared had in fact forgotten, and not only did he not remember, he had trashed the plans Casey had made and spent his evening with someone else.
    Yep… definitely serves him