I do love men that crave power and then again as they struggle to take control – who's going to win. Power Struggle is the second in a series – Tales From Lucifer's Lair that combines genres and two pseuos of mine. For my final piece for the evening…take a taste of the power…
POWER STRUGGLE
Ryker raised his eyebrow and grabbed for the cold one as the distinct feeling that Cole wanted to say more than a thank you washed over him. Shaking his head, he groaned. Maybe he was fooling himself. No one wanted him. He closed his eyes and 
gulped half the bottle before setting it down with a thud. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. If you hadn’t been working so many damn long hours then maybe Samantha wouldn’t have left you. Left? Hell, she’d taken half his bank account and cleaned out their house before skipping off with some frivolous skinny guy with perfect teeth and a crimson corvette. At least that’s how he pictured the latest of many lovers. He could remember her screeching words clearly when she grabbed her purse and told him to be gone when she got back. Oh, he was gone all right, but only for a week or so. Then he’d have to deal with their fake engagement.
He eyed the ball game and tried to concentrate on the score. Hell, he didn’t even know who was playing. The hotel was close enough. Perhaps getting drunk was in order. The leave of absence was meant to heal, right? Suddenly feeling better, he downed the remainder of the beer and motioned for Roger. Might as well take Cole up on his offer. He had no burning plans while staying in Richmond except perhaps to get laid.
Yeah, like that would make him feel better.
The third beer turned into a forth and as Ryker stared aimlessly at the television screen, he felt a presence behind him.
“I owe you a thank you,” Cole said quietly as he slid into the next barstool.
Ryker turned his head slowly and gazed down the length of the brawny man. Something about his stunning good looks and dangerously sullen eyes was strangely attractive. While he hadn’t been with a man in years, the thought of a wicked tryst with the chocolate treat entered his mind. As his cock throbbed against his tight jeans, he envisioned taking the man hard and fast across the back of his Harley, the vivid imagery forcing a series of wicked thoughts dancing into his brain.
Cole sighed and rubbed his hands up and down his thighs in long, lazy motions and Ryker found his eyes following the sensual move, his heart racing.
“None needed,” Ryker said, the timbre of his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “The little lady needed help. Glad to do it.”
“Candy’s a bit feisty and can usually handle herself, but it was much appreciated.” Cole inched closer, his eyes darting back and forth across the man. Licking his lips, he cut his eyes toward the crowd.
Was he nervous? As Ryker watched the long gaze sweep down to the bulge between his legs, he realized the man seemed more than just a bit interested. What were the odds of finding a delicious treat in the middle of a county bar? Hmmm, this might prove to be an interesting trip after all. “You work here long?”
“Coupla days. Just biding time. Feeding the beast so to speak.”
“I hear that.” Ryker sniffed and turned his attention back to the television. He hadn’t played a cat and mouse power game in years. This could prove to be fun. He’d determined Richmond was the place to land simply because he could get to it 
fairly quickly from his home in DC. His employees could run the business for a couple of weeks while he re-grouped.
“You?” He inched forward, spreading his legs wide.
“Taking a few needed days off. Just here in Richmond to unwind.” He stole a glance of his own at Cole. The outline of the man’s cock bulged against his tight jeans sending a series of electric jolts slicing into his system. Ryker hadn’t been this turned on in years. Damn he wanted the man between his legs sucking his dick. Taking another long pull of the cold barley, he made a decision. Throwing caution to the wind, he pursed his lips and gave Cole a look. He’d never see the man again so why the hell not? “You closing tonight?”
“Yep. Low man on the totem pole,” Cole gazed into his eyes, a slight smile curling on his lips.
“Perhaps we could have a drink when you’re finished. All I have is an empty hotel room to go back to.” God, that sounded like a freaking invitation if he’d ever heard one.
“Empty eh? Shame.” Cole slid the tip of his finger across the seam of his mouth, pulsing it into his wet heat as he kept his eyes locked onto Ryker’s. “I’d like that.”
Ryker held his breath as Cole pressed his finger in and out of his mouth in a blatant invitation, inching to the edge of the barstool. He knew no one else could see the brazen action and at that moment, he wanted the man naked and tied to his bed. He’d longed to tie his former fiancé, Samantha up and take control of her body and soul, but she’d scuttled away from every hint, every suggestion. The distance, his kinky needs and workload eventually sent their relationship into the toilet. “You sure you can handle it?”
Cole smiled slyly and stood, gazing into Ryker’s eyes. “I think the question is can you handle a real man?” His voice a husky whisper, he moved beside Ryker, the shadow of his body allowing him to slide his hand across Ryker’s massive thigh and brush his fingers across his crotch.
The instant Cole’s hand touched his aching shaft Ryker shuddered. The savage beast that dwelled within wanted nothing more than to throw him over the pool table and fuck his tight ass. “Don’t tease unless you can take the heat.”
Cole grasped his cock, sliding his hand up and down in long languishing motions as he leaned his head down. “You’ll love the control I’ll wield over you. Be prepared to be taken like a man should be. Rough.”
Ryker swallowed and fought choking as the shameless words burned into the back of his mind. Panting, he tried to regain control as Cole squeezed hard enough he bit back the whimper that bubbled to the surface. No man had ever turned him on this way. Closing his eyes, he shamelessly opened his legs as Cole gripped him, clenching his shaft like a vice.
“Be waiting for me.”
Ryker nodded and as he tried to focus on the sensual man as he glided away from the bar, he realized Cole wanted him to succumb to his own dark hungers. Licking his lips, Ryker wasn’t sure if he could give in or not. He’d never been ridden and fucked by a man. He’d always been the one in control. His hands shaking, he grabbed the beer bottle and swilled the remainder of the liquid as his heart thumped into his chest. “Fuck…me.”
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