Chapter 5
Michael didn’t let anyone tell him what to do, especially not in the bedroom. Luke had tried, but Michael was always the more dominant. But Spyros was something else. They were as dominant as each other, but receiving an order from him had Michael rising to his knees.
“Yes, sir.” He grinned, undoing the drawstring on Spyros’ shorts.
Michael slid his hand underneath as he drew Spyros’ shorts down his thighs, Spyros lifting his hips. His c**k was long and thick. Very thick. It practically throbbed in Michael’s hand.
Michael’s mouth went dry.
Spyros groaned and thrust into Michael’s hand as Michael leant over him, kissing Spyros’ neck with his tongue brushing against Spyros’ throat and collar-bone.
“f**k, Michael.”
Michael loved the way Spyros said his name. He wanted to hear
