Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

precipitated this, and for some reason my confusion pissed me off even more. And it felt good to be angry, after so long being numb. "What the hell is your problem?"
    He made that scoffing noise again. "You're just like them," he said. "They think I failed, too."
    "Who?"
    "'Don't come back for at least a week, Mike.'" He spoke in an exaggerated baby voice, mocking someone. "'It's for your own good, Mike.' 'We're worried about you, Mike, you seem upset.'"
    He wasn't even speaking to me anymore, it seemed; it was like I was just a stand in for whoever he was pissed at. This made me even angrier, because I had apparently gotten upset for nothing.
    "I helped, too," he said. His brow furrow would have make King Leonidas proud. "I saved people."
    "I'm going to sleep," I said coldly. "I'll leave in the morning, since apparently you just brought me here to bitch at me." I lay back down and turned away from him. "Don't forget to close the fucking door when you leave."
    I bounced on the bed when he flopped onto it. He took my shoulder in a giant hand and flipped me toward him. I rolled away again and he flipped me back, harder.
    "What the fuck do you-"
    His mouth covered mine, his tongue forcing its way inside. He rolled on top of me and parted my legs, pinning my torso to the bed. I struggled against him, turning my head sideways. His facial hair scraped against my neck as he licked and bit me there. One of his hands was on my hip, squeezing.
    "What are you doing?" I writhed and tried to slide from underneath him, even as my cock stirred between my legs. The hair on his chest scraped my nipples, and I fought to keep my head clear enough to speak.
    "We can't just-"
    A hand slid between us and swallowed my cock whole. I had a moment to be pissed that my cock was small enough to be covered by his hand, and then I didn't even bother struggling anymore and just groaned as he stroked me.
    He wasn't subtle, that was for sure. I had never felt my cock enveloped completely unless I was topping, but his hand was so damn big that it felt like I was fucking someone. He had pulled me out of my sweats and was rubbing and twisting and palming my cock while he sweated on me and attacked my throat with his mouth. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged at it, pressing his head into my neck.
    "You smell like fire," I said.
    He left my neck and crushed his mouth to mine again, his tongue crashing inside and pinning mine to my jaw. His eyes were closed and he was somehow managing to growl and moan at the same time.
    "I helped," he said. His breathing was ragged and his cock strained against my thigh. His eyes were closed and his face was screwed into a frown. "I saved them. I did."
    I didn't know who they were, but I was past caring. I was fully erect and leaking, and his hand had slowed in stroking me. I did my best to hump against him with his weight pressing down on me. One of my hands left his hair and moved down his back and into his briefs. His ass was firm and covered in hair, like the rest of him, and I squeezed it, parting my legs wider.
    "I know," I said. "You did it-"
    He went back to biting and sucking on my neck and his hand starting moving again. I sighed, relieved, while the hair on his head and his ass tickled the palms of my hands.
    His weight was gone and his hand stopped stroking me. I opened my eyes, confused and horny and pissed that he'd stopped. He grabbed at the waistband of my sweats and yanked them down, his nails scraping the skin of my hips and thighs. Then he was on me again and our cocks were touching and he was stroking them both at the same time. The hot, smooth skin of his cock pressed and throbbed against mine and he spread our pre cum together over the heads of our cocks.
    "Ah…" My orgasm was stirring in me, and I didn't want it to be over so quickly. "Michael…"
    He left me again, my cock suspended in the air. The temperature of the room seemed cool compared to the heat of his body, and gooseflesh rose on my thighs and arms. I didn't have long to feel cold, though; he took me by the shoulder and flipped me onto my stomach. I moaned as the sheet touched my cock.
    He parted my legs again and climbed between them and I bent my knees to spread wider for him. My ass was in the air and his cock was nudging at me, threatening to push in. I hugged a pillow to my face and arched my back, spreading myself as wide as I could.
    He grunted and put a hand on my tailbone, the other gripping one of my thighs.
    "You…"