Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

was dragging Eryx off to the bathroom to blow him. I distracted him by telling him I needed to change clothes, and I did, after I'd sucked his cock down my throat and made a mess coming all over my leathers when he let loose. I straddled him in the taxi we took to his hotel and rutted against him until we both came again (not even the novelty of actually being in an automobile could win against the seductive pleasure of an orgasm).
    The shower… all right, that was honestly distracting enough all on its own that I was able to get through it without molesting Eryx. I let him build his strength up instead. Apparently, he hadn't been with anyone as motivated as me in quite some time, and if I had things the way I envisioned them, he would only be with me from here on out, as long as I lived. I wasn't thinking too much about that; those were later thoughts for a later time, when I wasn't learning how incredible it was that hot water could come out of the wall just by turning a knob. One twist and bam , there you had it. Amazing. Getting clean was almost as blissful as being with Eryx. Almost.
    Soon, he was laid out on his stomach on the most comfortable bed in the history of my life, moaning beautifully as I licked a path down his spine and between his cheeks. I tasted his tiny, furled hole and considered working Eryx open with my tongue, but that was likely to take way more patience than I possessed. I took the slippery plastic bottle of clear liquid he passed me and poured some onto my fingers. A strong, sweet smell filled the air. I sniffed my hand, and then looked at the bottle.
    "Is this actually made from a fruit?"
    "What?" Eryx gasped, on edge, and getting frustrated with my suddenly slow pace. "Is… what are you thinking about?"
    "This stuff. It says cherry flavored. Is it really made from cherries?" I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth and grimaced at the taste. " Guh , and why is that a good thing if they taste like this?"
    "Thanos, I will tell you whatever you want to know about lube later, but for now, hurry the fuck up and push inside of me!"
    I was a good soldier; I knew when to obey. I worked my fingers one at a time into his clenching body, not really slow, but steady, persistent. They were sucked into his velvet heat, beautiful, straining to accept me. I didn't have it in me to go slow, and Eryx didn't ask, just accepted my brisk pace with soft moans and whimpers. I raised his hips up and pressed a kiss to his back as I pushed inside, and then both of us were moaning. He was… it was sensation carried to its sharpest degree, a pleasure so fierce it was almost painful. He was tightness and heat and delicious sound, and he gave all of himself to me. I moved, and he moved to follow, wanting, greedy. I pushed back in, and he met me, hard and jarring. There was nothing smooth or gentle about our coupling, but the violence of it was a part of its perfection. There would be time for the tenderness that existed between us later. Now was for fucking.
    There were no words, not in any explicit language. The room echoed with the sounds of our bodies beating against each other, harsh breaths and incoherent cries. I finally forced Eryx to still with my hands on his hips and just used him—hard, losing myself to the grip of his ass around my cock. I didn't even touch him, but I didn't need to. He came before I did, his hands still gripping the headboard of our fabulous bed, crying out hoarsely with the exhausted, aching pleasure of his third orgasm of the night. I came right after him, my eyes stinging from sweat as I curled over his back and thrust as deep as I could, my release washing over me.
    Eryx came back to himself before I did. By the time I was conscious again, we were clean, and he lay on his side and looked at me with a deeply satisfied expression. "If I were a great sorcerer," he said softly, "I would freeze us now, just like this, so we could always be this happy together."
    I heard the wistful note in his voice, and I knew he was thinking about the long years of waiting, the deaths of family and friends, and the uncertainty of the future. All of those things were important, but it still wasn't time for later thoughts. Now was a time for simple things.
    "So," I said, propping my head on my arm and looking into his pure white eyes, "talk to me about cherries."
    THE END
    Author bio: Cari Z is a Colorado girl who loves snow and sunshine. She tried living the American dream for a while but soon traded it