Michael couldn’t believe his gall. Dominating a man in the bedroom was one thing, but this was Spyros. He was a dominant man. No one took control of him. So, to see Spyros on his knees in front of him, his mouth sliding over Michael’s c**k, it was intoxicating.
He never thought he would be having this gorgeous man at his mercy.
Michael moaned as Spyros moaned, the sound vibrating along his shaft. He pressed harder on Spyros’ head, thrusting into his mouth. Spyros’ tongue was like a drug. He couldn’t get enough of it.
It wasn’t going to take much to make him come. But Michael had somewhere better in mind. Carefully, he pulled himself out of Spyros’ mouth. Spyros looked up at him, his hands on Michael’s thighs.
“Michael?”
Michael grinned. He was in charge. No arguments. Maybe they could
