Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

softer gold and blue lights undulated around him. Sinn grew dizzy with need.
    "Yes."
    "Yes...what?" This man would give no quarter; he wanted it all. But Sinn had a feeling he would give it as well. His eyes, his wide mouth. Strong blue rimmed in gold, like a Montana summer sky. Clear and endless, the sun bright and hot. His lips full–not a cruel mouth–it was a mouth meant for pleasuring. Sinn couldn't help wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. What would they taste like pressed against his lips?
    Sinn's eyes flashed to Will's. He felt the shackles bearing down around him. He ground his teeth together. Damn him, The man wanted every ounce of Sinn's blood. He glared at Will.
    Sinn wasn't going to grovel, if that's what Will expected. No way in hell. This was a game, and he was more than willing to play along. But he was not a pussy—cat or otherwise. He threw back his head. Then he leaned closer. Will didn't budge. He seemed like a man with infinite patience, determined to wait forever for the answer he wanted, if necessary–no, the answer he expected. Screw it.
    "I'll play your bitch. It might be fun."
    Then Will moved. He gripped Sinn's arms, and firmly set him away. He studied him, long and hard, his eyes going a dark navy blue. His grip loosened. He reached up and tied the thong around Sinn's neck, leaving a length of it to dangle free down across his chest.
    Will grabbed the dangling end of the thong with increased pressure forcing Sinn to follow, to the center of the dance floor. He faced Sinn, wound the cord around his hand drawing Sinn close. He rested the hand on Sinn's shoulder. With his other hand, he gripped Sinn's ass, dragged him forward, gluing Sinn to his body.
    "Now we dance," Will said against his ear.
    Sinn smelled his sweat, the clean scent of soap, a whiff of bear mixed with peppermint. He felt the cord fastened around his neck, the weight of Will's hand on his shoulder. He found himself wanting to taste him, to go down on his knees right here and suck him deep. The thoughts made him feel dizzy and lightheaded. He wanted to taste Will's cum so bad it hurt. Sinn always played the sex game safe, but tonight–with this man–he wanted to absorb him like never before.
    Will dug his fingers into Sinn's ass. Sinn felt Will's erection brush against this own and he let out a groan. So close.
    "Are you going to come in your panties like you made that little groupie do?"
    Like a cold shower, the words awoke him from his sensual reverie. The denigrating tone snapped Sinn's control back into place.
    "Fuck you!"
    Will chuckled. "Well, don't just stand there like a statue, put your hands on my shoulders. Show me you really do want to dance with me," Will said. Grudgingly Sinn did as he was ordered.
    Then Will guided them round and round the dance floor. Sinn matched his steps to Will's, letting the younger man take the lead. Will was a very good dancer. The stiffness and tension slowly eased from Sinn and he gave himself over to the music. His fingers bit into the firm breadth of Will's shoulders. He forced himself not to lay his head against that tempting shoulder, close his eyes, and just hand himself over. Soon the grip Will maintained on the leather seemed absolutely right and Will's control felt seductively perfect.
    "My bitch," Will murmured, as he kneaded Sinn's ass, driving Sinn crazy.
    "Your...bitch," Sinn said rather grudgingly. "For tonight," he qualified. Yeah, just for tonight.
    CHAPTER 2
    Will was surprised. He hadn't expected Sinn to be such a good slow dancer. He didn't seem to have the temperament. But slowly the man had begun to relax in Will's arms. For Will it was like a dream. In his arms was the man he'd fantasized about, just as he'd always visualized him.
    "You slow dance well. I wouldn't have expect it," Will said.
    Sinn leaned back to look up at Will. "I'm a musician, what did you expect? My whole life is about rhythm and music."
    Will quirked a brow. "Yeah, but not this type of music. Has it always been that way? Nothing else holds significance? No one else?" Will had to wonder had everyone in Sinn's life just been a stepping stone to his own wants and needs? Had nothing mattered?
    Sinn tilted his chin, jutted his jaw. "Where I come from, if you don't keep your eye on the ball, you die and I'm not the dying kind." He looked away, then he leaned forward and rested his head against Will's shoulder, his hot, moist breath dampening Will's neck. For one