Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

last night."
    While I'm good with watching, I can think of a variety of better alternatives where I can be a more active participant with that gorgeous, uncut cock.
    He climbs on the bed and straddles my hips, leaning forward until our chests are touching. As he reaches past my head to something on the floor, he nibbles the line of my jaw for a moment until he lifts back up on his knees. He twists around to look down at my erection and pours a thick line of lube from the base to the tip. He pumps his hand on my dick a couple of times to spread the slickness and then nestles my erection between the cheeks of his ass. Then he glides his ass forward and back, grinding on me as he pulls on himself in a matching rhythm.
    I want him inside me instead of rubbing against me. The plug is nice, but it's not him. It doesn't thrust with heat-fueled lust the way his lubed ass riding me does.
    It's not the same.
    I become sorely aware of my ankle again when I begin bucking up into him, pursuing any surface I can reach which might rub me the right way.
    As I ride the edge, close to falling over the cliff, he lifts up on his knees again, removing the friction I desperately need. He tugs hard on his own dick, seeking his release, and all I can think is…
    "Fuck!"
    Anyone still awake in the house heard that. I might have woken a few people up, too. I'll apologize to Drew in the morning.
    Heath looks down at me as cum erupts from the end of his cock, spattering my chest. I open my mouth and he leans over me, his dick close enough to my face for me to lean forward and lick the last few drops from it.
    He lies down next to me and props his head up with one hand as the other reaches forward to play gently with my still achingly aroused dick and damn-close-to-spasming balls.
    He rumbles low in my ear, "I shouldn't let you, you know. I told you the rules of the game when we started: say even one word and it's over."
    The bastard fondles my dick with agonizing patience.
    Lemmecome lemmecome sunovabitch lemmecome…
    "I'm pretty certain 'fuck' counts as a word. Don't you agree?"
    I shake my head vigorously while squeezing my eyes tight and trying to focus on the sensations dragging across my cock. Trying to will my orgasm into existence.
    Oh, God, lemme go. Pleeeeease lemme go…
    "If I un-cuff you, you're going to get yourself off, aren't you, slut?"
    Damn right I am , I nod.
    Heath continues to tease my cock and balls, keeping me close but not giving me enough. I want to yell all of my frustration out loud, but I manage to grit my teeth and groan. Loudly.
    "That's not playing by the rules. I shouldn't un-cuff you if you're not going to play fair."
    I lift my bad ankle in the air until he can see it. He takes advantage of my spread legs and nudges the plug. I groan again.
    "Is your ankle bothering you?"
    Not as much as my dick! I nod again.
    "I can get you something for that."
    Please lemme come! I whine at him this time.
    "Just this once, Fleury. And only because you're already injured."
    He runs a hand through the cum drying on my chest. The butt plug starts vibrating on low as he bites the nipple next to his mouth and takes my dick in hand, stroking briskly.
    I see white.
    CHAPTER 6 - QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS
    "Fleury?"
    My arms are down by my sides, crossed over my stomach. No more handcuffs. What a relief.
    "Take your pills and drink some water before you fall asleep."
    From the floor beside my bed, Heath helps me lean up far enough to take the pills and swallow some water from a bottle.
    "You okay?"
    "I'm fine. Thank you. I'm not going to pass out."
    "You had me worried there for a minute."
    "Sorry. I'll be fine once my ankle stops pounding."
    I wait to see what Heath has in mind now that the heat of the moment has past. Was that it? Are we done?
    The silence stretches, uncomfortably so.
    "Heath?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Stay with me?"
    I sound uncertain and vulnerable, even to my own ears.
    "You mean like sleeping?"
    "Uh huh."
    "Naked?"
    "Preferably. The door's locked, right?"
    "I think. Lemme check."
    "Jesus," I hiss, "you did all of that without checking the fucking door was locked?"
    "I'm pretty sure I did. Hold your damn horses."
    He walks over to the door and checks the lock. Sure enough, the door rattles a bit when he tries to open it.
    "Better?"
    "Yes."
    He turns around and comes to stand beside my bed again. For several seconds I wonder if he's decided not to lie down with me. Then he throws a leg over my body and levers himself down