Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

Fuck. Need to. God. Can't help."
    And just like that he snapped. He dug his fingers into Cole's hair. Holding him tight at the scalp and forcing his head to stop moving. He snapped his hips forward and back, forward and back, fucking Cole's mouth. "Sorry. Can't. Fuck. Need to. Fuck!"
    Somewhere in the fog that clouded his every thought, he felt Cole's hands on his ass, encouraging him and the answering suction he created with his mouth. "Oh shit. Gonna come. Shit. Shit. Oh, fuck!" He arched his back and pulled Cole's head forward, lodging his cock at the back of his throat, and shot his load straight into Cole's throat.
    Michael would swear he actually blacked out from the overload. Concern for Cole bringing him immediately to his senses, he let his weakened knees collapse as he fell to the floor next to Cole. "Are you okay? God, I'm so sorry. I just lost control. I wanted you so fucking bad. Please say something."
    " Mmmm. Tastes like sourdough and salt."
    "Fucking asshole! Don't mess with me. Are you okay?"
    Cole wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and kissed him gently, reassuring him that he was fine. The tremors that ran through Michael's body began to subside. That loss of control had rattled them both. "Seriously, I'm fine. Better than fine. I've never let anyone do that before. But I trust you and I wanted you to do it. I love watching you lose it for me."
    They huddled together on the floor, continuing to stroke and soothe one another, murmuring quiet reassurances. Eventually Michael rose to his feet and held his hand down for Cole. "Come here. I need to hold you; need to feel you inside me."
    They lay together on Cole's bed slowly building the fire that would consume them. Cole stretched across to his nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom. He laid them on the bed next to his hip and slowly began working his way from Michael's mouth all the way down to his toes.
    His need was growing and his cock wept at the thought of waiting one second longer. He rose above Michael and sheathed his sobbing prick before slicking it with lube. He ran a slippery finger under Michael's balls and back to his waiting hole. "I'm going to fuck you now, Michael. I can't wait any longer. Been waiting too long."
    He slid one finger inside, punctuating his last word. The warm softness of Michael's entrance surrounded him. He worked another finger in beside the first one and fucked them in and out, scissoring them, trying to stretch the tight muscle. Michael was gorgeously responsive, pushing himself down hard each time Cole pushed in, urging him on. "Give it to me, Cole. Show me everything you've got, baby. Hurry."
    Cole removed his fingers and surged forward, pausing just long enough to make sure he was aligned right against Michael's asshole, and slid home. He had all the intentions of being gentle, but they were lost the moment he was surrounded by warm, tight flesh. His balls slapped against Michael's ass with each thrust. His grunts and groans bounced off the walls. He had been waiting so long and just couldn't get there. He needed more, but he couldn't go any deeper.
    Michael seemed to know what he was asking for; what he needed. He pulled his knee up against his chest and ran his foot down Cole's neck and shoulder. It came to rest over his chest and then he began circling his nipples with the ball of his foot. His other leg was still wrapped around Cole's waist and he began stroking his hip and thigh with that foot.
    The double-sided attack was too much for Cole. He grabbed the foot that lay against his chest and brought it to his mouth. He sucked the big toe between his lips and pulled on it with his tongue. Releasing Michael's toe, he set the leg over his shoulder, stretching Michael's legs apart. He pounded Michael's ass. Hard and furious.
    A fine sheen of sweat coated his chest and back. His grip on Michael's legs was slipping, but he couldn't let go. Michael's spent cock began to harden again, and Cole looked up to his face, ready to ask if he was okay. What he saw was amazing. Michael's head was thrown back and his corded neck arched forward. One of his hands held the comforter in a death grip, while the other lay over his nipple, pinching and rolling the nub between his finger and thumb. The look on his face could only be described as pure ecstasy.
    That was the straw that broke Cole. The mere thought of Michael looking that way for him, and him alone, tore down the floodgates. Cole slammed into