And here’s an adult excerpt for Royal Flush.
Three years ago, Royal played slave to Mike’s Master while working undercover in the leather community, and their relationship has never recovered. After a perp’s accusation of impropriety, Royal and Mike decide taking early retirement with a pension is easier than fighting false charges. Nursing his wounds in a bar, Royal’s interrupted by a man from his past, from the very time when things with Mike started disintegrating.
Big, bald, and tattooed, Bone is a piercer with confidence and attitude to spare. He can’t believe his luck, spotting Royal at the bar. Here’s Bone’s chance at the man he’s wanted since giving Royal a very intimate piercing for an undercover stint. “I bet you’re still wearing my ring,” he challenges Royal, hoping the man will not only take this bet, but the next one as well. In fact, Bone is betting their future happiness on it.
He could smell Royal—spunk and cologne and booze. It smelled like need. “You can call me Master while we’re in this house.”
“What if I don’t?”
“You will—you’re not the type of man who welches on his bets.” Royal would do whatever he’d promised. Bone knew that.
“You’re mine for the weekend,” he reminded Royal. “My slut. And you can start by proving that’s exactly what you are. I want your mouth around my cock.” Those ice blue eyes stared at him, wide, needy, and hotter than hell. “That means you have to get on your knees for me, boy.”
He didn’t help, didn’t touch or caress. Royal had to do this, want it. Bone’s hard-on had abated somewhat on the drive home, but now, in his front hall, with the fight going on inside Royal right in front of him, his cock was back to pushing hard at his zipper.
Slowly, like it took everything Royal had, the man knelt in front of him.
“Good boy.” It was all Bone said, and he still didn’t give Royal anything, didn’t help undo his zipper, nothing. It was all on Royal himself.
“Fuck you.” Still, Royal opened his fly, eased his cock out.
“I think you’ll find that’s going to be the other way around.” He used the words to cover up his moan.
He had never seen a man who needed like this one, who deserved a firm hand, control. The man’s partner had been totally incapable of giving Royal what he craved. Bone could. Bone could turn the man inside out, turn his world inside out.
His prick pushed eagerly toward Royal. “Come on and take it, boy. I know you want to.”
“You’re trusting I won’t bite it off.” Royal leaned in, took the tip of Bone’s cock in.
“I am.” He wasn’t worried. Not for a second.
Royal groaned and started sucking, pulling hard enough that Bone was surprised. Little cockhound. He let Royal just suck for a few minutes, and then began to rock, pushing along Royal’s tongue. As soon as he knew Royal was good at this, practiced, he grabbed the man’s head and took control, fucking the hungry lips.
Bone kept his eyes open, watching as his spit-slick cock moved in and out between Royal’s lips. He could feel the pleasure, wrapping like ribbons along his spine. “Take me, slut. Suck me off and I’ll make your darkest dreams come true.”
The suction increased, making his eyes cross.
“That’s it. I knew you were my slut the moment I touched your prick and put that shiny little ring on it. The eternal fucking circle.”
Bone groaned and pressed deeper, making Royal take every inch. “Going to plug your cock, boy, stretch that tiny hole until you scream.” He thrust hard a few more times. “Gonna do to you what should have been done from the start.” He slammed in again, crying out as he came in long, hot pulses down Royal’s throat.
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