Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

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    "You remember that night on the mountain?" Erik's words were whispered, just like they'd been through every hushed exchange in the darkness of that Colorado night.
    Ted kept his own voice low. "How could I not?"
    Erik tugged Ted's shirt from his pants, then skimmed his fingers over the same skin he'd just massaged. "You were amazing riding that horse up the trail with us, even though I know you hated every moment." Another pass of fingers, firmer this time. "But you knew it meant a lot to me, so you did it."
    "I'd almost found my rhythm by the time we made it down the next day."
    Erik tapped Ted's hip and Ted obliged by lifting from the couch enough for Erik to get the pants undone and wiggled down to his thighs, exposing the boxer briefs Ted had pulled on that morning. The cushion dipped a fraction with Erik's weight, then Ted felt warm breath on his lower back just before soft lips pressed a kiss to the indent at the hollow of his spine. "No, Teddy. You were just as miserable when you dismounted back at the ranch house as you were when we headed out the morning before."
    "That's not true." Ted closed his eyes, reveling in the slide of Erik's mouth over his skin. He shifted again when Erik hooked his boxers, sliding them to meet the khakis just below the cheeks of his ass.
    Erik's weight came off the couch and his gentle touch slid Ted's clothes off his legs, snagging socks as he passed. "You could be right. You were smiling the whole ride down."
    "That's because my ass ached for a different reason." Heat suffused Ted's face remembering exactly what they'd done, what Erik was going to do again. "And you'd said you–"
    With no warning, Erik parted Ted's ass cheeks and swept his fingers over the puckered hole hidden there. Then he settled behind Ted, not giving him a chance to recover, he began to press soft kisses along the crack of Ted's ass. Small flicks of his tongue traced a path to that tight ring, once he'd reached it, Erik wasted no time.
    Ted widened his knees, pressing his cock into the soft suede of the couch. Hell, he didn't even care that tomorrow he'd have to clean the whole thing to get rid of the stain his cum was going to leave. He just wanted the release Erik was promising with each push of his tongue, with each suck of the rim guarding his channel.
    Erik's hands landed with a flat-palmed smack on each globe of his ass. The sting traveled along Ted's skin, jack-knifing in his balls with a vicious stab of need. Erik split him wide, pushing until Ted spread his knees again to accommodate his plan.
    The ache was reminiscent of the pain that Ted had finally come with that night under the stars when Erik had dug his fingers into the tender muscles of Ted's legs to drive his cock deep into Ted's ass. He'd strangled his cries with the pillow that night, but now he bucked against Erik, begging for more as the feel of denim scraped his thighs and the soft kiss of Erik's cock met his hole.
    "Fuck yeah, look at you. Hungry. Greedy." Erik pushed in, already slick with lube, though Ted couldn't have said when he'd done it. "Suck me in, Teddy. Give me a ride."
    Ted leveraged one foot in the rug beneath the sofa and shoved back, stretching himself wide on Erik's thick erection as his lover braced a hand on Ted's other leg to keep him in place. He gasped as his ass adjusted, but he didn't slow down until Erik pressed down on top of him, capturing his hands in a tight hold. "Let me."
    Again with the memory.
    Erik had held him still, spooning behind Ted, sliding in and out of Ted's ass with slow, sure strokes until they both crashed into their orgasms head first. They'd still been catching their breath when an echo of their cries came from the other side of the camp. Ben and Jack. Ted had forgotten they were there.
    "It was amazing, wasn't it? Listening to them come just after us." Erik whispered in Ted's ear, bringing him back to the present, to the feel of Erik's cock filling his ass. Erik matched his strokes to that night and Ted let him do the work. "Knowing that they began fucking while they listened to us. It was hot."
    Even here, with just the two of them, Ted couldn't admit that. Not out loud. But, damn, it had been. Erik changed the angle of his thrusts and the head of his cock grazed Ted's gland with each sure stroke. He moaned, keeping quiet for the moment, but remembering how Erik's cock had swollen again while still lodged inside his ass as they listened to the hurried slaps of skin from the