Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

our kiss, banging my head against the door as I groaned loudly. His lips didn't stop, they licked and kissed and nipped all along my cheek, my jaw, my throat.
    "God, Adam, you looked so fucking fantastic in that tux, it was torture all day. You really have no idea how amazing you are. But I really need it off of you right fucking now."
    We finally broke apart and started ripping clothes off— the jackets, the ties, the shirts.
    I was down to the pants when I felt him grab at my belt and pull me forward. He had lain back on the bed, his pants still on too and he pulled me directly on top of him. As I fell, the first feeling of his skin on mine as our chests crashed together was explosive, and we both moaned. He started undoing my belt and once he had the zipper down, his hand was reaching in and grasping my cock. I moaned and arched down into his touch, my hands leaning on his chest for support.
    "Fuck, Chase," I growled, "Just get them off now, please."
    He took his hand off of my cock and I jumped off of him, my shaky hands trying to get my pants and underwear off. By the time I was finally naked I looked down and saw he was too. I realized for as many years as I'd known him, I'd never really seen him completely naked. The luscious hair on his chest continued trailing down, down, down to his... fuck, it was big, just like the rest of him. His cock was a good length for fucking but thicker than most guys. I swear my ass muscles twitched just at the prospect of how that was going to feel buried in me.
    "Mother of God."
    I tore my eyes away from his cock to see he was staring at me with wide, feral eyes.
    "Adam, get the fuck over here."
    I climbed on top of him and smashed our lips together. We clutched and grabbed and kissed brutally like we were two starving men who hadn't eaten for weeks. I had never had this kind of reaction with any other man I'd ever been with. Nothing was enough and all I wanted was more, more, more.
    The sound of our moans and our breathing echoed in the silent room. My lips left his to finally come up for air and I started moving down his body. I wanted to worship him, I wanted to hear him moan and call out my name. I licked and nipped and bit down hard on his nipples, and then smiled as I felt him buck under me and let loose with a string of curse words.
    I stroked my hands up and down his torso as I continued working my way down with my mouth. His cock was heavy and dark and all I wanted to do was suck on it like a lollipop. I licked a trail up from base to tip and all around the head, flicking my tongue for extra sensation. Then I wrapped my lips around the tip and started slowly inching my way down and back up. After enough teasing of that I started sucking with more power and I heard another string of swear words and unintelligible babbling. I smiled and moaned a little for vibration. I was so involved in what I was doing I didn't hear him yelling for me to stop.
    I pulled off of him to look up and see his flushed face.
    "Get up here." He voice was hoarse between his rapid breathing.
    "You didn't tell me you were in the Navy."
    He was leaning up to kiss me when he frowned at my words. "What?"
    "You swear like a fucking sailor."
    He smacked me on the ass. "Yeah, well, I never knew you had such a dirty, talented mouth."
    And then we were silent again, kissing and biting lips. The pleasurable ache in my dick was turning painful and I had to move. Our cocks were nestled perfectly together and I started grinding my hips against his to get some friction, to feel his warm, sleek cock sliding against mine.
    He shifted his legs wider and grabbed my ass hard, slamming our hips together. He broke our kiss. "I can't wait any longer, Adam, I need to fuck you, I need to be inside you, now ."
    "Oh hell, yes." And thank God. All the times I'd thought about Chase this last month, I wondered if he topped. Given my look and my well-built body I had gotten a lot of shocked looks over the years from men at the fact that I preferred to bottom.
    He flipped us over then suddenly stopped and groaned in frustration.
    "Fuck! I didn't bring anything." He looked like his puppy just died.
    "Side zipper pocket of my bag."
    I swear the mattress of the bed bounced up off the box spring, with the speed and force he was off the bed and across the room. "You little shit, were you planning this?"
    I flipped onto my stomach and laughed. "No, I swear. Just a Marine, remember? Always prepared."
    I heard the sound of the zipper