Hot Male

Reigning Men, Volume 3

Lillian Grant



Shannon scowled at the glasses with the stupid colored umbrellas as Pete placed them on her tray. Thursday was her night off. They never opened on Thursdays. She had plans to visit a club in one of London’s less seedy areas, and she was an exotic dancer not a fucking waitress.

Pete put the last drink down. “Table eight.”

“It won’t work.”

He leaned on the bar and leered at her boobs before running a finger along the edge of her skimpy bikini top, teasing the edge of a barely covered nipple. “We’ll see.”

She shifted out of reach. Pete disgusted her, and the more she resisted the more he seemed to want her. Not that it stopped him trying to whore her out to customers. She didn’t do sex for money, and she didn’t do sex with Pete, period. Fortunately, she pulled a big enough crowd that he wouldn’t dare get rid of her for refusing his gross seduction techniques. “Women won’t pay to see men take off their clothes.”

Pete glanced over her shoulder. “You want to tell them that?”

“You let them in for fucking free.”

“They’re paying for drinks, aren’t they? Or they would be if you’d fucking deliver them. Chop, chop. The show’s about to start.”

“I bet you’ve got some ugly old bloke with shriveled bollocks who won’t even flop his sad dick out.”

Pete laughed. “You’ll see. Now move it.”

Shannon delivered the drinks with a forced smile on her face, and then scooted to the back of the room to join Lisa who was already slacking off. The brunette passed Shannon a cigarette and lit it for her before blowing smoke rings. Shannon inhaled deeply and sighed as the nicotine hit her bloodstream. “Have you seen the hired naked dick?”

Lisa shook her head. “Nope, Pete’s had him under wraps. Rumor I heard was that he’s foreign and he’s never taken his clothes off in front of an audience before.”

Shannon giggled. “Oh God, this could be a right laugh if he gets stage fright. His dick’ll shrivel up. We’ll need a magnifying glass to find it.”

Pete came to stand behind them, and Shannon edged away as his fingers brushed her arse. The lights dimmed and the room was plunged into darkness. A hush fell over the crowd and then a deep guitar wail filled the air. A single spotlight hit the stage. Shannon’s stripper pole had been transformed into a lamppost. As the strains of Gary Moore’s Parisienne Walkways mesmerized the crowd a barefoot male stepped into the light, resplendent in top hat and tails, with a cane and gloves completing his ensemble. He lifted his head to reveal shoulder-length dark hair, chiseled features and full lips. He gave off an air of sexy disinterest at being the center of attention. His dark eyes scanned the crowd as he tossed the cane to someone offstage and then grabbed the lamppost with one hand and spun around in a twirl so low his hair almost brushed the timber floor.

Women yelled and whistled as he danced in front of the pole and began to remove his clothes. His hips moved in time with the music and the lamppost all but became his lover as his gloves, jacket, shirt and pants were tossed aside. He slid his hands over his body. Shannon’s skin warmed and her nipples pebbled as she imagined him touching her like that.

Standing in only a top hat and G-string, he moved to the music with a grace that made Shannon catch her breath. He was six-feet tall, studly and bad boy fucking awesome. When the guitar wailed on a single note the stripper stopped, dropped his head, and held his hat in front of his crotch. The air rippled with tension and Shannon licked her lips as she wondered if he would really go the full monty. As the note ended he tugged his G-string off, and Shannon held her breath. The song and the room fell completely silent for a heartbeat, and when the guitar riff echoed around the room he flipped the hat into his right hand and rolled it up his arm to land perfectly on his head. He spread his arms wide and tipped his head back to give all the ladies an eyeful of his junk. Shannon wasn’t the only one to wolf whistle.

Lisa coughed on her drink. “Fuck. He’s hung like a fucking horse.” She fumbled with her cigarette packet, trying to pull out another smoke, and Shannon could hardly blame her.

The song continued and he dropped his hands and lifted his head. From the low moans in the room, Shannon was sure she wasn’t the only one who felt thoroughly shagged by the stranger on stage. His dark eyes locked with Shannon’s. He smiled, and she swallowed as a shiver rippled up her spine and her panties dampened. “He’s fucking magnificent. Who is he?”

Pete’s breath warmed the back of her neck. “His name’s Michael Monaghan.”

Chapter 1

Six Years Earlier

Michael rolled onto his back and stared up at the blue sky and fluffy white clouds. The Australian sun warmed his naked skin, and the sound of waves lapping the beach soothed his troubled soul.

“What about that one?”

He opened an eye and turned his attention in the direction his brother Patrick was nodding. The young lady that caught the younger Monaghan’s attention was bent toward them, spreading out her gaudy yellow beach towel. A pair of luscious breasts were barely contained by her white string bikini top, and when she stood up straight Michael could only imagine a lot of shaving went on down below to stop anything showing above her tiny bottoms. If the lacy fabric slid just a matter of millimeters he would be able to see her slit. His cock twitched at the prospect, but he willed it to behave. You couldn’t be chatting up a lovely lassie on the beach with your dick tenting the front of your boardshorts. Apparently young Patrick wasn’t able to control his body by force of will. He rolled onto his stomach as his penis stuck out at a forty-five degree angle to his body, almost breaking free of his Speedos. Tight bathers were a trap for new players.

Michael grinned as his brother’s face turned a scary shade of red. “Are you planning to only ever use that thing to dig for crabs?”

Patrick looked grim. “Shut the feck up. She’s coming over.”

The young girl cast a shadow over them both. “Excuse me.”

Michael glanced up. “What can I do for ya, pretty darlin’?”

She held out a bottle of suntan lotion. “Could you do my back, please?”

How could he say no? She was a real beauty and appeared a lot less inhibited than the girl he’d been out with the night before. She’d been happy to fuck, but when he tried to go down on her she had started saying Hail Marys. Her loss. He gave the best tongue fucks. It was nothing for a girl to have to beg him to stop, saying if she had another orgasm she would die. He looked at Patrick lying face down staring at the sand. Maybe he should let his little brother have a go at her. Two years younger than Michael, he hadn’t popped his cherry yet. The dark-haired beauty moved closer, and he pushed to his feet, dusting sand off the back of his boardshorts. Fuck that, Patrick wouldn’t know what to do with her. The lad needed to start with an older woman. A memory of his first time slipped into his mind and he grinned. Jaysus, Brigit Donnelly. He’d lived in Australia since his family emigrated when he was a boy in short trousers, but he had a lot to thank Dublin for. Not only was it the place of his birth, it was also home to the woman who had shown him what to with his dick. His ma had sent him back to Ireland for the summer to stay with his Aunt Rosalie and Father Donnelly to learn to behave appropriately. She had no idea of the things twenty-year-old Brigit had taught him.

Michael took the bottle from the pretty girl and smiled. The flush of her cheeks was all he needed to see. If he wasn’t inside her within the hour he’d lost his magic touch. She offered no protest when he took her hand and led her away.

She glanced back at her towel as they headed up the beach toward the dunes. “Where are we going?”

“It’s cooler up here.”

She tugged him to a stop. “I’m not sure…”

Before she had a chance to continue he pressed his lips to hers. She tasted of strawberries, and he licked the juicy gloss off. He held back a whoop of triumph when she went limp in his arms. He plundered her mouth as if it was his dick inside her pussy. When he finally pulled free he took a step back, admiring his handiwork. Her lips were red and swollen and her nipples were two tight beads beneath her skimpy top. God, he wanted to suck them. Instead, he ran a finger around one and then the other. The scent of her arousal drifted on the warm afternoon air and he took her hand and led her on.

She followed without question. When he reached a grassy patch under the shade of a tree, he sat and pulled her down next to him. He kissed her long and slow, and the only sound she uttered was a low moan when he tugged her bikini top off and ran a tongue around each cherry-red nipple. God, her body was heavenly. He took his time teasing each nipple to a stiff peak, ignoring the thundering pulse in his groin. Time enough to get off once the lady was properly ready. He took his role as lover seriously, even if he had no idea of his conquest’s name.

Her hands fisted in his hair as he kissed his way down her body. A grin spread across his face when he shoved her bikini bottom aside. She was completely bare. He had never seen the like of it before but it was fucking hot. Unable to resist temptation he shoved her knees wide and buried his face between her thighs. Her clit pulsed as he tickled it with the tip of his tongue. His dick hardened and pressed into the soft grass as she creamed for him. He lapped at her pussy, teasing and caressing until she uttered one low mournful, “Please.”

Scooting up onto his knees, he tugged a condom from his back pocket, slipped the front of his boardshorts to sit beneath his balls, and sheathed himself. He smiled as she gazed up at him, her body glistening with sweat, her eyelids heavy with lust and her pussy pink, swollen and ready to be filled. In one thrust he buried himself to the hilt and then paused as her insides clenched around him. Once she settled, he ground into her slow and steady until she started to meet him thrust for thrust. When she threw her arms out and grabbed the grass, he banged his cock into her long and hard. He paused as her orgasm rocked through her, drawing his dick deeper. The shudders grabbing his shaft sent him spiraling out of control and he fought to breathe the stifling air as she milked his balls dry.

Spent and exhausted, he pulled out and flopped onto his back. He pulled the condom off, wrapped it in the packet and buried it before tugging his boardshorts up. His lusty lover tugged her bottoms into place and slipped her bikini top on before throwing herself on her back beside him

She turned her head, and he smiled. “Michael Monaghan.”

She grinned back. “Sian Riley.”

“Tell me, Sian, you are old enough to be doing this, aren’t you?”

Her laughter was infectious. “I am, but it’s a bit late to be asking me now.”

“True enough, but you led me on. I’m a sucker for a pretty face. So, Sian Riley, would you like to go out with me?”

* * * *

Michael paused in the front doorway. “Are you sure about this, Sian?”

The idea to come back to her house and fuck like rabbits had seemed brilliant half an hour ago when they left the club. Now on the threshold, he wasn’t so sure. Not that he hadn’t snuck into a girl’s bedroom before, but Sian’s mother had a reputation. The woman was a stickler for proper behavior, and he had no idea what she would do if she caught him.

“It’s fine. My parents won’t be back for hours.” She turned and tugged her tube top down, revealing her luscious breasts. “What’s up? Don’t you want me?”

Michael stepped inside and closed the door. “My dick’s up. Where’s your bed?”

Sian grabbed his hand and dragged him through the darkened house. The girl was insatiable. He thought he loved to fuck but he was happy to admit she was wearing him out. That day on the beach had just been the start of it.

He barely noticed the décor or the route they took as she dragged him deeper into the house. Finally, she stopped outside a room. Stepping closer, she kissed him full on the mouth before turning the door handle and disappearing inside. Not willing to wait, Michael kicked off his shoes and tugged down his pants before tossing them after Sian. Erect, throbbing, and ready for love, he burst through the door. A small light glowed on the nightstand. Sian lay on the bed, naked and giggling with a condom packet in her hand.

Michael waited a heartbeat and then stepped toward Sian. The vixen had her thighs spread wide and was finger-fucking herself. Bollocks. His cock throbbed and his balls ached for action. He threw himself on the bed, sheathed his cock, and screwed Sian until she begged him to stop. Exhausted and spent, he rolled off her only to notice something moving in the bed on the other side of the room. He’d assumed it was empty.

“Sian.” He nudged her semi-comatose body. “What the fuck is in that bed?”

She rolled over and wrapped herself around him. “It’s just my little sister Maggie.”

“I think she was watching us. This is wrong, Sian. You should have fucking told me.”

Sian placed a hand over his mouth. “Shh, Michael, it’s fine. She’s just moving in her sleep. Lie still a minute and she’ll settle.”

He tugged off the used condom and dropped it on the floor to deal with later. Unable to move until he was sure Sian’s sister was asleep, he closed his eyes for a minute to get his breath back before heading home…

“Michael. Michael.” The voice sounded more urgent each time his name was called. He shoved the fog of sleep aside and opened his eyes. The pretty, dark blue eyes staring down at him didn’t appear familiar. Neither did the long, curly dark hair and pretty cherry-red lips in the young innocent face. Shite. Maggie, yeah Maggie. Sian’s little sister. He shoved up into a sitting position, tugging the comforter over his midriff to hide his morning hard-on.

“My mum’s awake. You’re going to be in big trouble.”

He looked at Sian who lay dead to the world. The sound of footsteps in the hallway drove him to action. He threw the comforter back and dithered in the middle of the room with his hand in front of his now flaccid cock. Maggie grabbed his free hand and tugged him across the room. She reached up and unlatched the left hand pane before sliding the window open. Without a word he climbed out, holding back a curse as burrs dug into the bottoms of his feet. He turned to ask for his clothes but Maggie was onto it. She shoved them out and they landed on the grass. Before she could slam the window shut he leaned in and planted a kiss on her pretty plump cheek. “Thanks, Maggie Riley. You’re a lifesaver.”