The Biker's Dom by Michael Sean

Author:Michael, Sean [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3, epub
Tags: Erotic Romance Fiction
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Published: 2015-01-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

It was still raining when Tarzan woke, a glance at his watch telling him it was nearly six. Time for them to go visit Whip and his boy. He looked at Trig, the man sitting at the little table, playing on his phone. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey there. I was just about to wake you. Whip said six-thirty was better. They’re busy.”

Tarzan chuckled. “As in ‘busy’?” He winked and stood, stretching. His hands were on the ceiling, palms flat against it. It was a small RV, but it did the job. It had kept him and Trig dry and that was what counted.

“As in tied up.” Trig winked over at him, the long hair loose over Trig’s shoulders.

That had him laughing and he went over, fingers sliding through Trig’s hair. “I guess that gives us some time to be tied up ourselves.” He wanted to wrap this beautiful hair around his cock and jack off.

“Just a little while.” Trig looked up at him, eyes wide and oddly beautiful.

“Uh-huh.” Tarzan drew the ends of Trig’s hair across his half-hard cock. “May I?”

“May you what?”

He demonstrated, wrapping the hair around his cock and slowly jacking himself with it. He could feel the silk of it on his flesh, as well as the heat of his hand through it. It was sexy as hell. “May I do this?”

“I never… Yeah. Yeah, you can.”

“It’s so sexy, Trig. You make me need things I’ve never needed before. I want to do the same for you.” He kept jacking the hair along his cock, holding himself a little tighter now.

“Gonna give your yourself rug burn,” Trig teased, but the man’s voice was husky, low.

“Uh-uh. It’s hot.”

What would be even hotter would be if Trig was the one jacking him off. Grabbing Trig’s hand, he brought it to his hair-wrapped erection.

“Make me come, boy,” he groaned, needing this more than anything right now.

Trig hesitated a moment, but he trusted in Trig’s need to obey, a need Trig didn’t even realize was there deep inside him. Sure enough, Trig began to move, hand sliding with his hair along Tarzan’s heat.

“Yes.” The word hissed from Tarzan. God, he wanted this man with a desperation that made him ache. “Take the head in your mouth, boy. Suck me.”

“Not a boy.” Still Trig tugged him close, lips wrapping around his cockhead.

“Uh-huh.” Tarzan wasn’t hung up on the words and Trig could deny it all he wanted to, but the man wasn’t a natural Dom. He needed to be dominated. Oh, he needed the fight, too, that was clear, but in the end, he needed to be made to submit.

Tarzan pushed his cock a little deeper, let Trig’s mouth wet his own hair. Trig groaned, tugged his hair away to take Tarzan’s cock in deep. No. No, he wanted both the sensations. He grabbed a hank of hair and wrapped it around the base. He might be greedy, but he wanted the full experience.

“Harder, boy.”

Trig groaned, lips tightening around the base of his cock.

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