Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

different way than ever before as Will moved his hands away, leaving him open and bobbing in the breeze. He then tugged Sinn's wet T-shirt up over his head, leaving his torso bare. His nipples grew erect from both the chill atmosphere and his heightened arousal.
    Will feathered his fingers through Sinn's wet hair. "Pretty Sinn. Delicious Sinn," he said.
    And then Sinn felt the cold metal of handcuffs snap around his wrists. And that shocked him awake.
    "What the hell!"
    CHAPTER 4
    Like a wild thing Sinn struggled to free himself of the shackles. But Will was well schooled in soothing wild things. He'd always had a certain gift, and he set to soothing this wild thing now. He stroked over Sinn's arms. He reached down to enclose his cock. He whispered in his ear as he teased his prick; tickled his balls.
    "Shhh. Shhh. Do you think I'm going to hurt you? You know this game, don't you? We've had a chance to get to know a little about each other. You and I." Even as he continued to arouse Sinn, he was aroused by touching the body of this jaded rocker. So much to teach him, so much to enjoy about him. Would Sinn allow himself to be placed into Will's hands? Would he let himself experience the pleasure? Or would his past serve to scar the enjoyment he would experience tonight?
    Will felt him tremble as he feathered his fingers over the silk heat of his aroused prick.
    "See? Your body knows. Tell me your soul doesn't know the same." He scattered kisses along his whiskered cheek. With the hand not pleasuring Sinn's cock he clasped Sinn's throat and tilted his head back. He then cupped his jaw and angled his head toward him. Sinn's eyes glittered in the darkness. The panic was lessening, replaced instead by intense arousal deepening his gaze.
    "Delicious Sinn. Jaded Sinn. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Will murmured the words, breath that skimmed over Sinn's lips just before he possessed the man's mouth with his own. Sinn shuddered, fell back against Will and he gave himself over to the younger man with the expert hands and the whisperer's expertise.
    Will lifted his head. He removed his hand from Sinn's cock. Too soon to let him climax. Much too soon.
    "You won't come until I tell you, will you, Sinn?"
    He watched Sinn closely; Sinn's head still anchored by Will's hand, forced the bound man to meet his look, lit only by the soft glow of the street lamps outside. Forced to yield. He no longer struggled to be free of the handcuffs. There was still some measure of uncertainty in his eyes; still a war raged inside him.
    "Do you want to be here—with me, Sinn?" Will skimmed a flattened palm down the length of Sinn's chest, stopping at his lower abdomen, nested in his short wiry hair, resting there. Getting him used to the feel of Will's mastery, but not yet fully claiming him. He still had an opportunity to say no. Still could leave. "Say it, Sinn. You have to tell me the words."
    A shudder passed through Sinn. "No half measures with you, are there?" Sinn asked. Will didn't bother to answer; Sinn knew what his response would be.
    "You're not like the others. Fuck, you're nothing like them." He wiggled his hands and the cuffs jangled loudly in the silence of the deserted hallway. "You could kill me right now and I've got the feeling I'd thank you. You could beat me to within an inch of my life, and I'd ask you for more. How the fuck do you do that? I've been here before, and yet I haven't. Never like this. Never with someone like you."
    Sinn wet his lips. in the diminished glow of the streetlights, the shine of his lips glimmered wetly, invitingly. But Will waited. He needed more.
    "You've got me more exposed than I've ever been before. Yeah, I've been stripped naked. I've been offered at parties, played with, poked, rammed. I've been drugged up with coke, with booze, with uppers, with downers. I've been fucked one-on-one, I've been gang-banged. I've been tied up and whipped and spanked and...brutalized beyond anything you can begin to imagine. I thought I'd known it all, experienced everything there was to experience with sex. Except for you. Somehow I think you're more dangerous than all of them. You've got a seductive way none of them had."
    Raw pain roared through Will at learning the full extent of what Sinn had endured over the years. How could a man not be jaded after that kind of abuse? Cruelty, abuse, almost destroying him. And yet, Sinn was made of tough Montana stock. He was a survivor. Will recalled a young singer