Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

across my hole, sending a fresh wave of desire shuddering through my body.
    Goddamn tease, fuck me! I'm out of my fucking mind.
    "My cock?"
    I nod emphatically yes, biting my lower lip and making the most needy-sounding whine I've ever heard. I don't know whether to curse Heath or thank him for turning me into such a lust-driven, aching deviant.
    "Hmmm. I think I'd rather shove my cock down your throat though. I've been thinking about it ever since you said I could come in your mouth if I asked nicely. So, how does that sound?"
    Nice enough. I'm going to have whiplash tomorrow. And butter for brains, too.
    He presses his thumb firmly against the tip of my dick and swirls the precum. I yank hard on the headboard and lift my hips as I attempt to pull away from the sensation. My ankle objects to the motion, however. I gasp at the twinge of pain.
    "Should I get completely naked for you? Or should I only take out my dick?"
    I shut my eyes tight, panting ragged breaths as he continues the excruciating massage.
    "Oh, you can't answer if it's not yes or no, can you? Well, I suppose you could, but then you wouldn't get anything. I guess that means I get to decide, doesn't it?"
    Just when I am certain I no longer have any functioning brain cells, Heath finally releases my erection. I take the reprieve to breathe deeply and focus. The air is so cold compared to his hand.
    I hear him rummage through my toy box. He hums thoughtfully and holds up something dark. I hear the lube pop again, but his hands are below the bed, out of my line of sight. When he pushes something against my entrance, I wonder if he grabbed the black butt plug or the anal beads.
    He pushes gently until it slips inside and the base rests comfortably against my balls. Definitely the short, fat plug.
    "This'll do for the moment."
    Then he begins the strip tease I fantasized about all day. He pulls his shirt overhead and down each arm. He opens the fly on his jeans and— God help me — he's commando. He turns away from me and pushes the denim down to his thighs, revealing his very toned ass. Then he bends over to strip off his socks and I can see the tantalizing shadowed view of his balls. And a silver ring.
    Christ, he has a guiche? When did he get that ?
    I open my mouth to ask but remember I can't speak, so I settle for licking my dry lips. I want to tongue him into a writhing mess, now more than before. I want to touch him. I want him to totally lose his mind while I watch, just like he got to do with me.
    I rattle the chain of the handcuffs against the slats of the headboard attempting to sit up.
    With all his clothing removed but for the jeans, Heath stands up and turns around. No stripper pole graceful moves like in my fantasy, just his happy-to-see-me cock inches from my face. Then he pushes the jeans the rest of the way down and steps out of them.
    Heath's uncut and I've never seen the head of his cock peek through the sleeve before. I lick my lips again in anticipation of tasting him.
    "Lift your right arm so the chain is behind the headboard and drop that shoulder off the mattress. Then turn your head this way and open your mouth."
    Dropping my shoulder gets my arm out of the way of my face. My shoulder will hurt if I keep it in this position too long, but damned if I care at the moment.
    I open my mouth and he leans across the bed until his cock lines up.
    "Say you want it, Fleury."
    I nearly say "I want it." Instead I growl impatiently. He grins and lowers himself into my mouth.
    "Good little slut," he chuckles.
    I've never been so happy to have a cock in my mouth. It'll keep me from saying things and having this all end prematurely. I've also never gone down on an uncut guy before, so working my tongue around the head of his cock takes some enthusiastic maneuvering.
    He lets me play for a minute before he begins to push forward, lodging his dick further back in my throat. I gag almost immediately, rattling the handcuffs in surprise, but he doesn't leave it there for more than a second or two.
    He humps my face slowly, but no matter how many times we try, I always gag when he pushes to the back of my throat. God, it doesn't matter what size his cock is, it's enormous when it's stiff and I'm gagging on it. He groans lightly as I swallow. After maybe a dozen tries, he pulls out of my mouth.
    Bring it back. I'm not done sucking your brains out through your dick.
    "I could come in your mouth, but I would rather make you watch me the way I watched you