Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

chest, letting his nails catch and drag across his nipples, and lower to his belt. Nimble fingers worked the buckle loose and slid the button free from its hole. Clasping the pull between his fingers, he slowly slid the zipper down then roamed back up and slid under the waist of his underwear. Grasping the base of Michael's cock, he squeezed, letting his calloused palm brush over the sensitive head.
    Leaning in, he gently bit Michael's shoulder. Kissed his way up to his ear. He let his warm breath blow over it before pulling the fleshy lobe between his teeth and biting down. Releasing the sensitive flesh, he whispered, "You know what else bakers use a lot? Their mouths. Need to taste everything. Make sure it's just right."
    Cole dropped to his knees. Michael's head fell back, and a moan escaped him. Cole's hands curved around his ass and came to his hips. He slid his thumbs under the waistband of his pants and yanked them down his thighs.
    Michael's cock bopped right in front of Cole's mouth, but he didn't taste it right away. He ran his hands up the front of Michael's thighs, his eyes following the movement and continuing on, coming to a stop on the pale blue gaze that held him captive. Not breaking that connection, Cole ran his tongue along the thick vein that ran from the base of his thick, round cock to that sweet spot just below the hood.
    Michael was in ecstasy. In that moment, his eyes locked in a vice of emerald green, he was owned. He reached out and laid his palm along Cole's cheek, trying to let him know without words what he was doing to him. When Cole took him into his mouth, his fingers tangled in soft brown hair. His thoughts raced, Holy shit! So fucking good. God, never felt this good before. Wanna fuck his mouth. Fuck. Don't come. Don't come.
    Cole couldn't get enough. He worked that fat head like it was his favorite candy. He sucked hard on the tip then eased off to run his tongue around the ridge occasionally slipping to the tip and teasing just inside the hole. The salty taste of pre-come lit his senses on fire. He could feel his heart racing through the rhythmic throbbing of his own aching cock. He wanted more.
    Cole couldn't remember ever being so turned on by giving a blowjob. Michael was just so sweet and adorable but something about the way he responded to Cole's touch, his mouth on his cock, made Cole insane. He lunged forward, taking his cock all the way to the root. He heard Michael's surprised gasp above him. He pulled all the way off, squeezing his shaft against the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he did, and dove all the way back down again, burying his nose in the small patch of hair over his pubic bone. It smelled like Michael. Tangy and sweet.
    Michael wasn't sure how much longer he could wait. Having Cole's mouth on him, working the length of his shaft, and his hands lavishing attention on his thighs and balls was heaven. But the need to give pleasure was overriding. He felt so much for Cole in such a short period of time and wanted to communicate it to him. He tugged on his hair, urging Cole to stand up. It was his turn to taste and explore.
    Cole let Michael's cock slip out of his mouth. He kissed and licked his way up his body until he was once again face to face with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. " Mmmm , I'd say that flavor was just about perfect."
    Michael slid his tongue in Cole's mouth, searching for a taste of himself. "Well, it's okay but…" Michael halted to kiss his way down Cole's neck, "…I like my meat a bit spicier." He bit the thick cord of Cole's neck muscle. "Yeah, just like that. Let's see where else you taste good."
    Michael turned Cole in his arms, laying him out on the bed. He took off his own shoes and removed his pants the rest of the way. Then he worked the buttons of Cole's jeans loose and pulled them down to his ankles. Shoes, socks, pants all came off in a flurry.
    Crawling up between his legs, he started at the knees, biting, licking and sucking. He teased the crease between Cole's thighs and groin but didn't give any attention to his straining cock. He nipped a hipbone. Licked every ridge along his torso. Flicked and sucked on each nipple. He licked up the line of his throat and over his Adam's apple.
    "Jesus, you're driving me fucking crazy," Cole whined. He lifted his hips searching desperately for some friction.
    "Good," Michael lowered his hips bringing their dicks together. "I want you crazy for me." Michael hovered there, barely