Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

Burke.
    "I did have an idea for burning off more calories, though...."
    "Oh, really?" Staff's eyebrows rose.
    "Yeah. I thought we could do some birdwatching."
    "What?"
    "There are some pretty interesting birds around here."
    "Is that so?"
    "Well, I guess I can admit to you now that first day, when you said you were watching birds... well, I lied about liking birdwatching. But I went and researched local birds so I could impress you at dinner."
    "So that's why you kept bringing up the subject? I thought you were such a geek."
    Burke shrugged, feeling kind of stupid. Then Staff leaned in for a kiss. Nice and chocolaty with a bit of sting from the high alcohol content of the port. But delicious.
    "Forget the birdwatching. I had another idea...."
    It didn't take a rocket scientist to explain it, and in under a minute they'd pulled each other's clothes off and were devouring more than truffles.
    Staff pulled Burke close and kissed him harder and more insistently. Burke could sense that something had changed. He'd felt it too. They'd gotten so close, so quickly, and the spark between them only grew hotter and brighter. Staff's fingers left a trail of fire along Burke's skin, and Staff's eyes grew darker as his breath grew shallow. Staff knew just how hard to suck Burke's nipples or just where to lick under his jaw, and just how much pressure it took to make him squirm or explode. And tonight, Staff used everything he'd learned.
    "You know what I'd like?"
    "Tell me, Burke." Staff grinned.
    But Burke didn't answer. He opened the drawer and handed a vial of lube to Staff and took out an unopened box of condoms.
    Never one to do the expected, Staff put the lube down on the nightstand and went to work on Burke's left nipple, until Burke couldn't remember his own name. He wondered how on earth he'd survive making love with this man. All he knew was he couldn't wait to find out. Staff, however, was in no particular rush, and gave Burke's other nipple plenty of attention before licking a trail down his abs and treating his cock like it was a king.
    Burke wondered whether Staff was ever going to get down to business when he felt a slick finger make its presence known in the vicinity of his hole. Suddenly a whole finger was inside him and he let out a particularly undignified sound of desire along the lines of "oh yes more please now more more more." Staff grinned, the gold flecks in his eyes twinkling as he looked up between Burke's knees and slid another finger inside.
    When Burke regained some dignity and composure he grabbed a condom and unwrapped it. Staff rose up onto his knees so Burke could do the honors. He made sure to get in a few strokes and lap up the drops of pre-come welling in the slit, adding a gentle tug on Staff's sac before rolling the condom down over his cock. Burke nearly made a joke about lying back and thinking of England: Nelson's column and all that, but held his tongue. He just wanted Staff to get moving with the action. Burke was so hard and aching for release by now.
    Finally, the tip of Staff's cock eased its way inside, just the tiniest amount. Staff looked down until he made eye contact with Burke. In his gaze, Burke saw questions not answers, and he nodded a yes to every single thing Staff might be asking. Staff eased in a little more, filling Burke up, so slowly it felt like a dream. All the while, Staff held Burke's hips tightly, his fingers firm on Burke's flesh, heat searing its way down to Burke's balls.
    Staff slid inside inch-by-inch, spreading Burke open, drawing out the intensity of this first penetration.
    "You can go faster."
    "No, I can't. I'm so close right now, Burke." Staff added a soft groan to emphasize his own pleasure.
    For Burke it was exquisite torture. He wanted Staff in him, filling him, taking him, owning him. But Staff didn't speed up. He slid in all the way, till Burke felt his balls brush up against his ass. And Staff stopped. He picked up the pace as he began to move out slowly, then slipped back in again. He shifted position slightly and Burke felt pressure against the sweet spot inside. His breathing grew ragged and his body sent signals that overwhelmed his senses. He couldn't help meeting each thrust and he saw Staff's eyes closing, losing their eye contact, that he was fighting back his own impending orgasm.
    "Oh, God. I can't believe I let you make me wait three days for this!" Burke gasped out the words, glad to see Staff's smile in response. "Gonna be