Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

tip of Luke's cock pressed against my hole. I knew how big he was, how my jaw had ached the morning after I went down on him. Two fingers were nothing in comparison to his erection. His hands came to rest on my hips, holding me still as he pushed forward.
    Inch by inch, he slid into me, stretching me open, filling me completely. Unable to move, unable to breathe, all I could do, all I wanted to do, was accept him completely. I was his. The knowledge was primal and came straight from the part of my brain that had existed long before humans had silly social rules to govern their lives. There was nothing polite about the way I felt, and it was all the better for that.
    Luke didn't stop sliding into me until his crotch pressed tight against my arse. He stayed there, his grip on my hips tighter than ever as he ground our bodies together. Perhaps he was being nice and giving me more time to adjust, perhaps he just loved the way that felt as much as I did.
    Either way, a full minute passed before, he pulled back and began to thrust into me in earnest. Each movement he made was strong and determined, and I took each thrust like a pro, pushing back to meet it, clenching tightly around his shaft. Heat and pleasure rushed through me, leaving me gasping and mumbling incoherently into the sheet.
    One of Luke's hands moved from my hip and grabbed my shoulder for better leverage as he rammed into me, fast and frantic now. His other hand slid around my body and found my cock.
    I yelled out as he pumped my shaft hard and fast. A few strokes were all it took. I came.
    All orgasms are not equal. This one could have easily won the World Championship of climaxes. Fireworks behind the eyelids, lightning bolts through every limb, pleasure so fierce it felt like pain. Yeah, this one was special.
    When I eventually collapsed onto the bed, I was completely drained of all energy. Breathing was all I remained capable of.
    It was only the fact that Luke's cock was softening inside me that told me he'd come too. I'd completely missed his orgasm. I lifted my head. Luke's body still pressed against my back. I had no idea how long we'd lain in his bed. Hours could have passed since we came for all I knew.
    "Hush," Luke mumbled, sleepily, against my hair. He separated our bodies, but the moment his cock had slid out of my arse and he'd dispensed with the condom, he was back. His bare crotch once more pressed against my buttocks.
    "Go back to sleep," he ordered. "You're fine where you are."
    My hands remained in the cuffs attached to the headboard, but more importantly, Luke's arms remained wrapped around me. I wasn't just fine there, I was happier than I'd ever been anywhere else in the world.
    In some stupid way, I realised in that moment that I felt truly safe in Luke's embrace. It was a good feeling. As I closed my eyes, I relished the other man's closeness and the security it offered.
    Looking back, I'm reasonably sure I was already so far in love with him by that time, there was no chance of going back. All I could do was push forward and hope for the best.
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    And that's how, six months later, I found myself lying in that same bed, madly in love with a man who apparently thought that fact was some sort of amusing joke.
    For once lingering in his embrace after one of our 'dates' didn't make me feel safe at all. "I'd better get my clothes," I mumbled.
    "Why?"
    I didn't answer as I sat up and pulled away from him. I was halfway to the edge of the bed when I felt Luke's hand wrap around my wrist.
    "I'm good at tying people up."
    I looked over my shoulder and met Luke's eyes, too confused to try and move further away from him. "What?"
    "You're leaving because you didn't like what I said, right?"
    All I could do was stare at him.
    "I'm good at tying people up," Luke said again. "And I'm good at leather and kink and lots of other things. But I'm not good at this kind of thing, this kind of conversation." He paused for a moment before adding, "Getting mad and walking away from me won't change that."
    Still stark bollock naked with my arse reddened from a spanking, I sat back on my heels in the middle of Luke's bed and studied him very carefully. It sort of sounded like he was trying to say that he…
    I looked down for a moment, hardly daring to think it. I took a deep breath and scraped together every scrap of courage I possessed.
    I had to know.
    "If you don't feel the same way, you don't have to say anything, sir," I told him "It's probably best