Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

very quietly into my ear, but they may as well have screamed it at the top of their lungs. I promptly spun around and generally made a fool of myself. And there he was.
    My jaw actually dropped. The guy was stunning by anyone's standards. He had the typical boy next-door looks— providing you lived in the kind of neighbourhood where the boy next door wore black leather, rode a motorbike and could have any girl or boy in the school on his knees with a click of his fingers.
    "Looking for someone?" he asked.
    "You." I'd often wished I had better control of my tongue, but never more than I did right then.
    Mr. Leather chuckled. My knees went weak. My mouth watered.
    "Do you want a blow job?" I blurted out.
    "Do you want to submit to me?"
    I hadn't even had a second to panic about my question before it was time to start panicking about his. "Submit?" I repeated, doing a bloody good impersonation of someone who'd never even heard of the word.
    My fantasy guy stepped forward until our bodies almost touched. "Do you want to obey me, to please me and follow my every whim, sweetheart? Do you want to get screwed, whipped and be spanked by me?"
    "Hell, yes!" With my hard-on straining against my jeans, I couldn't think of any reason why anyone wouldn't want all those things.
    He took hold of my hand and dragged me off through the crowd without saying another word. He had an amazing arse. I stared at it as often as the press of bodies allowed, while he towed me toward the back of the club. I'd been to the place lots of times. I knew for a fact there weren't any rooms back there that could be considered even vaguely private.
    Suddenly, we were outside, standing in the alley behind the club. The faint light of a street lamp only just made it far enough between the buildings for me to take in our new surroundings. A fire escape snaked up the opposite wall, all harsh black bars and lines, casting strange shadows over us.
    I didn't have time to notice anything else.
    Mr. Leather pushed me roughly against the brickwork beneath the fire escape. He stopped holding my hand and pinned my wrist to the wall alongside my head instead.
    "Do you know what a safe word is?" he demanded.
    I nodded.
    "Yours is red."
    I managed another nod.
    "Any questions?"
    I finally managed to make my vocal cords work. "What's your name?"
    He grinned as if I'd made a really great joke. "It's Luke."
    "Jay," I offered in return, still perfectly serious.
    "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Luke put his hand on my shoulder as he spoke and pushed downwards.
    My legs didn't need much encouragement to give way. My knees collided with the alley floor. I let out a gasp, but that just meant my mouth was open when Luke transferred his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and pulled me forward.
    My lips moulded quickly and enthusiastically against the outside of his fly. I whimpered against his leather trousers, unable to resist running my tongue over the buttery soft fabric and sneaking a taste of it.
    Luke rocked his hips pressing his crotch more firmly against my face as he held my head in place. I groaned my approval. The scent of leather and Luke's arousal swirled together, filling my senses. The outline of his cock through the material reassured me he was hardening.
    My own cock throbbed behind my fly. Reaching up, I placed my hands on Luke's thighs, steadying myself and revelling in the strength in his muscles, and simultaneously making damn sure I didn't give in to the temptation to jack myself off while I went down on him.
    I'd offered him a blowjob and I wasn't going to let anything distract me from giving him the best one I possibly could.
    My face remained pressed firmly against Luke's fly. I couldn't see a thing, but movements that required me to shuffle around on the alley floor hinted that Luke had rearranged us so he could lean comfortably against the wall while I serviced him.
    The moment he found a posture he liked, Luke pushed his free hand between my face and his crotch and unzipped his fly. My mouth remained open to taste the back of his hand and I shamelessly licked and kissed his skin, worshiping any part of him I could get at.
    His hand moved away and joined the other one on the back of my head. He pulled me forward once more.
    There was nothing between me and his cock and balls now. He'd shoved his trousers down far enough to give me complete access. But, with his hands holding me in place, there was no room for me to pull back and do any