Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

the edge of the bed, spread him wide and dropped to his knees at the bedside. In this position he had access to every inch of Trey. He forced those hard thighs wider and used his fingers to stroke Trey's balls and press against his perineum while he licked and nipped and finally sucked Trey back in deep. He found a rhythm, of hands and mouth and breath, in low moans and firm touches and the wet, sloppy slide of lips on hard flesh.
    He'd meant this to be just about Trey, but kneeling here, immersed in the man, Josh was suddenly more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. He thrust his hips helplessly forward, humping the nubby fabric of the dangling bedspread as he began deep fast strokes that had them both grunting in rhythm. Josh could feel his climax already close, and he held his breath, determined to force it back. He'd had lots of girls and not a few guys, and none of then had done this to them. Not one of those pretty, agile, talented lovers had made him almost lose himself so fast with almost no touch. It was the sight of Trey, his Trey, that was pulling him to the brink. His Trey naked and gasping, his body curled for Josh to take, his face open and needy and flushed with wanting Josh.
    Josh's sounds matched Trey's shortening breath, climbing fast. Trey gave a whimper and spread his legs wider, stretching down to clamp his fingers on Josh's head, demanding still more speed. Josh suddenly needed to look at Trey, almost more than he needed to come. He jerked out of Trey's grasp, pulling his mouth up and off, with as much suction as he could get, and closed his fingers around Trey instead in frantic rhythm. Kneeling higher, he dropped his other hand to his own cock, as he stared at Trey's flushed face, rolling side to side on the pillow.
    Trey's eyes snapped open, staring right into Josh's. Then he cried out softly, almost in wonder, and spilled into Josh's hand and over his own chest in pulses of milky cum. Josh managed three more hard pulls on his cock before the sight and sound of Trey's pleasure did him in, and he felt the sizzling fire of his own release. He shook, gasping, hips shuddering in against the edge of the bed, pinned in place by the intensity of his pleasure. He dropped his face to the hollow of Trey's hip, nuzzling into the silky, sticky skin there. Vaguely he was aware of Trey's hands rubbing over his head and Trey's voice murmuring his name over and over.
    Slowly the spasms left Josh and he sagged, sliding to sit on the floor. Trey's thighs eased down too. After a moment, Josh hauled himself up on the bed to stretch out, draped along the length of Trey's body. Trey wrapped his arms around Josh and gathered him in. Josh lowered his face to the crook of Trey's neck and let himself lie there, held and surrounded by Trey, with the man's hair in his face and the smell of sweaty male skin in his nose and the sound of Trey's rough breaths slowly steadying down beside his ear. A week ago he could not have imagined this. Now it was all he wanted.
    "Wow," Trey eventually whispered.
    "Oh, yeah."
    "That was incredible. You are bar none the most talented guy to have ever sucked me into oblivion."
    Josh hoped that was true, but he said, "Maybe it's just been a while for you." He didn't want to know, except dammit he did. He kept his face against Trey's neck.
    "More than a year. But I still have to say, no one has ever made it feel like that. Holy God. If I didn't want to rip them limb from limb for touching you, I would thank your previous lovers."
    "Mm." Josh would have liked to have left it there. But he could hear the question lurking behind the little rise in Trey's voice, and he was determined to play fair. "Only about three weeks for me. But she was just a one-night stand. There's been no one special for a long time, at least a year. And no guys for almost two years."
    "So the last serious one was a girl?"
    "Yeah. Linda. I told you about her. And she wasn't really serious. More like comfortable." Josh had never taken her home to his parents. He'd never taken any of them home. He felt a little pain in his chest to realize that the one person he did want to bring with him would never be allowed in the door unless they lied through their teeth about what they were to each other.
    "But you're really sure you don't want to go the easy route, have a wife, maybe kids someday."
    "Jesus. No. As soon as I get my breath back I'll prove it to you some more, if you want me too."
    "I'm not sure I can take more