by CJ Bishop
His eyes followed Cole’s hands as they glided down Dane’s damp thighs, his fingertips trailing up again, grazing the other man’s rock-hard bulge as he rolled his hips against Dane’s glistening ass. In front of Dane, Gabe had his back to him, his ass rocking sensually on Dane’s crotch.
Devlin swallowed unsteadily and clutched Abel’s hand. His husband looked at him and smiled, his eyes hazy with his own memories of Cole and Gabe. On the other side of Abel, Angel looked like he was about to fly onstage and join the men.
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Dane’s head was spinning and he wasn’t sure how he stayed on his feet as the sexual heat consumed the three of them. They faced their audience and laced their hands behind their heads and danced forward toward the edge of the stage, hips swiveling and pumping.
The onlookers couldn’t take it sitting down any longer as many of them lunged to their feet and swarmed the perimeter of the stage. Angel was right there with the rest of them, waving cash and beckoning the dancers to come closer.
Dane smiled seductively and winked at the young man as the three of them reached the edge then pivoted around and shook their asses. The gathered crowd went into a frenzy. The three dancers skillfully descended toward the floor and bold hands took the opportunity to grab their asses as cash was stuffed into their G-strings.
They spun around and went to their knees, crotches rocking, bodies rippling up and down. More cash was shoved into the front of their G-strings and again, unbashful hands groped their goods.
Dane was already rock solid when Angel’s delicate hand fondled him. The look burning in Angel’s beautiful clear eyes nearly burst his balls. He dropped to hands and knees and slinked sexily forward, dipping down as he planted a quick kiss on his husband’s sweet lips.
The others around Angel clamored for a kiss as well, but Dane, Cole, and Gabe were already up on their feet again. Seconds later, Dane’s back bumped the pole and Cole moved in on him, sliding his hands up the metal rod above Dane’s head as his hot body rocked and swayed and dipped against Dane’s own. Steaming breath puffed onto his lips from Cole’s mouth just centimeters away. Their eyes locked and held and Dane reached up and gripped the pole between Cole’s hands and used it for leverage to enhance his moves.
Gabe was behind him, his breath hot on his neck as his hips rocked back and forth, just the narrow pole between them—definitely not enough to shield Dane from the man’s powerful erection. It was impossible not to wonder how it would feel to surrender to their wants and desires.
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“Ok,” Riley shuddered. “I can see we’re going to have another long night ahead of us.” He and Darius were still in their seats at Max and Horatio’s table.
Max chuckled and wiped his fevered brow. “Long and hard, huh?”
Darius laughed and nodded. “For sure.”
The glow in his younger brother’s eyes when he looked at Riley warmed Max’s heart; the two were so perfect for one another. His attention wasn’t drawn from the stage for long as his three boys went into a routine that bordered on pornographic. He didn’t object as Horatio’s hand ventured beneath the table and between Max’s legs, squeezing his hardened member.
Max groaned and shuddered. Horatio’s eyes never left the stage as a small smile played on his lips and he continued to discreetly massage Max.
The crowd was going crazy and Max wondered if they were on the verge of an orgy as, onstage, the three dancers were all over one another, yet keeping in rhythm with the music and somehow remaining tasteful in their performance despite the level of eroticism it incited in both the dancers and those watching.
“They go on much longer,” Cory stated from a nearby table, “And I might have to get down and dirty right here on this table top.”
Max glanced at him and chuckled. Anthony, Angelo, and Adrian looked like they might follow suit.
Understandable, Max thought as he shivered and quivered beneath his husband’s erotic massage.
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Fuck. Cole was about to burst as he and Gabe pinned Dane between them once again and took turns descending and ascending their friend’s hot, sweaty, sexy-as-hell body. Gabe was behind Dane and went to his heels, hands rubbing down the man’s physique, over his ass, the back of his muscular thighs…then up again.
Cole went down next as Dane rolled his hips, his whole body in perfect rhythm. His hard crotch swayed and swiveled before Cole’s face and it took every ounce of his strength not to latch onto him with his mouth. He allowed his hands the freedom, though, and on his way back up, fully massaged the man’s thick package. A shiver raced through Dane and his cock jumped against the thin, damp fabric of his G-string.
He dragged his lips up Dane’s strong body and sucked his neck as he clamped his hands on his hips and moved with him. Gabe gripped Dane’s waist and matched their rhythm, pressed up close to the man, his prominent erection nudging Dane’s slick ass cheeks. Cole was wholly convinced that if it wasn’t for Angel, the three of them would be fucking all night long tonight.
Cole glanced toward the edge of the stage and caught Angel’s eye. There was no spark of jealousy in the young man, simply burning desire. Cole would gladly invite them both into his and Gabe’s bed, but knew that would never happen. There was something extra-special between Dane and Angel that didn’t allow for anyone else. Cole respected that and would never try to intrude…short of teasing and flirting with them. Gabe understood this as well.
It wasn’t easy maintaining that integrity just now, though, while rubbing up against Dane’s overheated body. The music was nearing the end and it was just as well—he feared they were all in danger of forfeiting their integrity.
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Angel was trembling when he took his seat again, nearly tumbling down into the chair as his legs felt rubbery and weak.
Abel grabbed his arm and steadied him, a grin on his flushed face. “You okay?”
Shaking his head slowly, Angel swallowed hard. “No.” He laughed shakily. “I won’t be okay until I get my husband home.”
Abel chuckled. “I hear you.” He looked at Devlin and smiled.
Angel dragged his hand down his damp, warm face and watched the stage as the three men slowly separated, blew kisses to the clamoring audience, then gyrated off stage and disappeared into the back.
Gasps and soft swearing rippled through the jacked-up crowd as most of the couples were clearly eager to go find someplace to be alone.
When Angel trusted his legs to hold him, he left the table and moved across the floor toward the back of the club and dressing rooms.
He approached the men’s dressing room quietly and unnoticed. The three men guzzled chilled water then dumped some of it over their heads and wiped it off with towels.
Cole and Gabe both kissed Dane, soft and deep, then praised him for his performance. “We’ve got to do this again sometime,” Cole chuckled. “Fuck, that was…”
“Hot as hell?” Angel finished for him.
“Hey, baby!” Dane grinned and strode over to him. “I didn’t see you there.” He swept Angel into his arms and kissed him with overwhelming passion. When he finally released him, Angel stepped back, a bit lightheaded. “So…” Dane questioned. “What did you think?”
“What did I think?” Blinking, Angel smiled, his breath quick and unsteady. “I think I want to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.”
Cole and Gabe laughed and raised their water bottles. “Us, too!”
Angel looked at them, brow raised.
Cole grinned. “We mean each other.”
Angel pursed his lips in a tight smile, amused skepticism in his eyes. “Sure, that’s what you meant.”
Cole laughed and winked.
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