by C J Bishop
“You’ll protect me from your big, bad hubby, won’t you?” Ricky’s fingers danced along Angel’s spine, causing a ripple of shivers to skitter up and down his back.
“And get blood all over me?” Angel grinned. “’Fraid you’re on your own with him.”
“Jeez.” Ricky rolled his eyes, lips pursed. “I see how you are.” He sighed. “But as they say, might as well get hung for a sheep as a lamb.” He pulled Angel against him and seized his ass with both hands, grinding their crotches, chortling laughter spilling out of him.
. . .
The first thing Samuel saw when they entered the club—was Ricky rubbing all over a shirtless Angel. “Holy shit.” He elbowed Caleb and pointed at the couple. “I can’t believe Dane is allowing that.”
“What…” Caleb spotted them. “Fuck. Where is Dane?” He scanned the club and found the man at the bar engaged in a small group discussion. “Oh shit.” He snickered. “I don’t think he’s aware of it.”
A snarky smile spread across Samuel’s face. “Well, then… let’s tell him.”
“That could be treacherous.”
“Not for us.” Samuel laughed and made a beeline for the bar.
“You might cause a bloodbath.” Caleb trailed him, keeping close as they waded through the party guests.
“Angel wouldn’t be dancing with him if he actually thought Dane would go nuts. He’s probably trying to make him jealous to, you know, spice up their sex life.”
Caleb snorted. “Like they need any spicing up. They’re always jacked-up over each other.”
“Sex can always be spiced up.”
“Uh huh.” Caleb arched his brow. “Is that your subtle way of saying we need to spice up our sex life?”
Samuel looked back at him and grinned. “Any ideas?”
“Maybe I should make you jealous.”
“Not possible. You rubbing all over another hot guy just gets me hotter.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Yep.”
“Even if it was one of the slut boys?”
Samuel chuckled. “Even then.”
“I might have to put that to the test.”
“Go ahead. I’m ready for some heat.”
“Is that so?” Powerful arms swept Samuel off his feet and into a smothering embrace, a sudden scalding kiss sucking the life-force out of him.
Abruptly standing free again, Samuel gasped as Gabe licked his lips and grinned. “How’s that for a warmup?”
Samuel swallowed and wiped his brow. “Got my jeans steaming.”
“Mine, too,” Caleb admitted.
Dane twisted their way and rested his elbow on the bar, a sexy smile spread across his gorgeous face. “Your jeans are always steaming.”
“True.”
Samuel rubbed his mouth, suppressing a grin. “Not just ours.” He directed Dane’s attention to the spectacle on the dance floor. “Your Angel is quite the devil tonight.”
The smile melted off Dane’s face as he slowly straightened, eyes narrowing to deadly slits. The other men turned their focus on Angel and Ricky who put a whole new spin on dirty dancing.
“Fuck me,” Cole groaned.
“And me,” Gabe mumbled in agony.
Dane shoved away from the bar and Caleb caught his arm. “What’re you going to do?”
“Stomp that little slut into the ground.”
Stifled laughter rippled through the men.
“Come on,” Caleb chuckled. “Angel is just messing with you. So, mess with him back.”
Dane frowned. “How?”
“You and me. Let’s show ‘em how it’s really done.”
Dane perked up a bit—as did Samuel and the rest of the men.
“Fuck, yeah,” Cole chimed in. “A dirty dance-off.”
“Let’s see if we can make Angel jealous. Think we have it in us?”
Dane stared across the club, his nostrils flaring as Ricky gave his hands free rein on Angel’s body. “Let’s do it.” He grabbed Caleb’s hand and dragged him across the floor toward the stage.
“Hell yeah!” Gabe howled and threw his arm around the blond guy standing next to him. Samuel hadn’t been introduced to the blond or his dark-haired friend, but introductions could wait—his boyfriend was about to get down and dirty with the hottest guy in the club.
. . .
His back to the bar, Angel only noticed the shift in the atmosphere when Tommy and his dancing partner abruptly paused in the middle of their routine. Both boys stared across the club.
Levi caterwauled and pointed past Ricky and Angel.
“What…?” Ricky frowned. Levi grinned and jabbed his finger, demanding they look.
The two boys turned in time to see Dane barreling toward them—Caleb in tow. Rather than plow right into Ricky—as Angel half expected—his husband veered away at the last second and hauled Caleb up on stage. He spoke forcefully to Tommy and his friend, sending them scurrying away.
Ricky snorted. “What’s this?”
“I…” Angel shook his head, perplexed. “… have no idea.”
The music changed tempo to a rhythmic downbeat. Dane and Caleb caught the rhythm, their bodies falling in sync.
Ricky cocked his head, his brow pinching. “What’re they…” A short laugh escaped him. “Ah. I see.”
“See what?” Angel remained confused.
“Don’t you get it? He’s giving you a taste of your own medicine.” He grinned. “He’s trying to make you jealous.”
“Me?” Angel watched his husband close in on Caleb, executing moves he only used on Angel these days. Deep, deep down in his gut—something sparked. But he wasn’t about to admit it. Angel smirked, rolled his eyes, and faced Ricky. “Is this a jealousy contest?”
“I believe it is.” Ricky glommed onto Angel’s ass again, a huge grin on his face. “I can think of all kinds of nasty things to help us win.” He nuzzled Angel’s neck. “I’m way dirtier than your hubby—we’ll rule this contest.”
Angel looked over Ricky’s shoulder at Dane, flashed an impish smirk, and let Ricky take the lead—convinced the other boy would carry him all the way to the top of Santa’s naughty list.
. . .
“Was this planned?” Hal asked Cole.
The man laughed. “No. The best things in life happen spontaneously.”
Dylan watched the scene as the guests began to gather around. He’d viewed the video of Dane and Angel on stage at The Lion’s Den with Jack and Garrett. Their reputations as strippers preceded them—especially Dane’s. Dylan was unfamiliar with Caleb’s talents, but the young man quickly “educated” him as his clothes came off an article at a time, flung into the audience, until he was down to a pair of tight white boxer briefs.
Behind Samuel, Gabe clutched his shoulders and growled. “Fuck, baby—that is one smoking hot boy you got there. We really need to get him back here in the club.”
A light sheen gleamed Samuel’s brow as his eyes smoldered with sexual heat. “I’m not entirely opposed to that idea.” At the moment, he appeared wholly in favor of the notion.
“Having fun yet?” Hal draped his arm around Dylan and kissed him.
Dylan smiled. “I am.” His blood boiled through his veins as his attention jumped back and forth between the stage show and the floor show. Both couples were hot as hell and it was anyone’s guess who would “win” the dance-off.
. . .
Ricky went to his heels and took Angel’s pants with him. The black nylon thong left Angel’s ass exposed and his front snuggly packed, leaving little to the imagination. Ricky slithered up his body, rubbing and squeezing his muscles, dragging his tongue along his lean, supple inner thighs. Angel grabbed his head, securing two fists of dark hair, and pumped his hips as Ricky rocked and swayed to the beat of the music—his mouth all over Angel’s crotch.
“Don’t look at them.” Caleb turned Dane’s tight face to him. “They’re taunting you. Throw it back at them and show them you can give as good as you
take.”
Dane looked deep into his clear blue eyes then cut loose. His shirt hit the floor and an instant later, his pants came off, igniting the guests as they got a look at his black G-string with the white Superman emblem on the crotch—a gift from Angel who touted Dane as his own personal Superman.
He sensed Angel’s “glances” as he grabbed Caleb and pinned him to the pole, their fingers interlaced around the steel rod above their heads. Caleb hoisted himself up and flung his legs around Dane’s heated body, digging his heels into his bare ass cheeks. Hips pivoting, Dane ground their crotches as their bodies reacted to the friction—inspiring raging erections. He shoved his head to Caleb’s damp brow, their fierce eyes locked, hips pumping and thrusting, fueling the sexual tension mounting throughout the club.
. . .
Ricky moved behind Angel and “humped” Angel’s ass, hands clamped to his hips as he guided his body motion. Angel’s undivided attention held on Dane, though—and what he was doing to Caleb.
The spark in his gut fizzled up into his chest. He couldn’t forget that Caleb had been Dane’s first love…
What the fuck are you thinking—this is just a game!
Ricky chuckled in his ear, panting hotly. “He’s just baiting you, baby. Don’t let him get in your head. Let’s get in his head.” He ravaged Angel’s neck and shoved his hands into his crotch, fondling his hardened package. Ricky slid his palms down Angel’s inner thighs, spreading his legs. Angel shuddered and rolled his ass on the other boy’s stiff cock as Ricky grabbed his goods and pumped his hips.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ricky groaned breathlessly and slithered his wet, hot tongue around Angel’s ear. His fingertips slipped beneath the leg bands of the thong underwear, grazing Angel’s hard member and heavy balls.
He was crossing the line and Angel was seconds from throwing in the towels—when he looked onstage. Dane and Caleb detached from the pole but remained glued together as they burned up the stage. Dane slid to his knees and Caleb hooked one leg over his shoulder, shoving his bulging crotch in the man’s face—rubbing his wet briefs on his lips.
“It’s all in good fun,” Ricky moaned against his neck. “Just think how hard he’ll fuck you after all this.”
That thought filled Angel with excitement as he and Ricky danced and gyrated closer to the stage. The guests ate it up—devoured it—shouting and egging them on as Ricky ran his hands over Angel’s ass and delved his fingers between his cheeks. He smiled and panted as his cock hardened and ground into Angel’s crotch.
“You sure you don’t want to join our harem? Just think of all the fun we would—” Ricky grunted as he was suddenly wrenched him off Angel and propelled into Levi.
Dane didn’t say a word to either Ricky or Angel as he flung Angel over his shoulder and packed him across the floor toward the rear of the club.
Chapter 3
“Whew! That was a close one.” Ricky swiped his brow and laughed. “I thought for sure I was gonna get my ass kicked. It would’ve been worth it, though—wow! Angel is fucking hot.”
Cole pointed at him, grinning. “You got off easy, boy.”
Ricky snorted and groped his throbbing crotch. “I didn’t get off at all. Speaking of which…” He looked around and snagged one of the new boys they’d brought to the party. A cute Asian boy with fluffy bleached blond hair, the tips of the strands tinted bright blue. “I could get off real easy to you.”
The young man—Kim—acted shy, but Ricky knew better. Kim’s career of choice didn’t allow for shyness.
“If you need rescuing,” Gabe told the boy, “blink twice.”
Kim laughed softly. “No… I’m good.”
Ricky tightened his hold. “And I intend to find out just how good you are.” He kissed the boy’s head. “But first—some fun and games. This is a party.” He looked around. “Levi—where are you?”
“Right here.” Levi stepped out from behind him.
“Gather the harem and our special guests. It’s time for some dirty party games.”
Levi nodded and Kim went with him to round up the other boys.
“Dirty party games, huh?” Caleb smiled. “Can I play?”
Samuel intervened. “You’re not playing any dirty games with him.”
“Why not?” Caleb sauntered over to Ricky and wrapped his arm around the other boy, a smirk on his face. “Would it make you jealous?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Sounds like it to me.” Ricky snickered. “So, You’re jealous of me, too? You and Dane must really see me as a threat, huh? Awesome.”
“I’m not jealous,” Samuel insisted. “In fact, I’ll play too.”
“Um…” Cole tapped Samuel’s shoulder. “You go down that rabbit hole and you may not make it out in one piece. They’ll suck the soul right out of you.”
Eyes sparking with dark mischief, Ricky grinned and sidled up to Samuel. “I don’t know about your soul…” he breathed against Samuel’s lips as he dragged his nails down his chest. “… but I’ll definitely suck something out of you.” He pushed his hips flush to Samuel’s crotch, his grin stretching when he felt the other man’s undeniable interest.
Samuel looked at Cole and Gabe. The two men laughed and held up their hands. “It’s your call. Play at your own risk.”
“So?” Ricky poked him in the chest. “You brave enough to play with us?”
Samuel glanced at Caleb who stared back with a wide, daring grin. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Well, alright.” Ricky hooted. “There’s just one thing to know.”
“What’s that?”
Ricky plucked at Samuel’s shirt buttons. “Our games are very naughty… so naughty that Santa won’t even write them down on his naughty list ‘cause it would make him blush. Be prepared to get very, very dirty—even downright nasty.” He gazed into Samuel’s eyes. “Still want to play with us?”
Caleb pursed his lips, suppressing a smile.
Holding onto Samuel’s hips, Ricky rolled his crotch against the other young man as both sported formidable hard-ons. A slow smile formed. “Yeah… you want to play.”
. . .
Dane shoved open the door of the V.I.P. room, entered, and kicked it closed behind him. He smacked Angel’s bare ass hard enough to usurp a yelp from the younger man and dropped him on the short, leather loveseat. Grabbing the back of the small sofa, Dane leaned down in Angel’s face. “What was that all about?”
“What?” Angel laughed.
“Oh, no.” Dane shook his head. “We are light years past playing innocent.”
Angel giggled. “We were just playing together.”
“Yeah, I know how that little harlot plays.”
“And what about you?” Angel smirked. “I thought you might fuck Caleb right onstage.”
Eyes narrowing, Dane murmured, “No, you didn’t.”
“Okay, so maybe I didn’t,” Angel conceded with a smile. “Even so, you were going at it pretty good.”
“Were you jealous?”
Angel pursed his lips. “No…”
“Liar.”
“You wanted me to be jealous?” Angel scoffed. “You jerk.”
“Look at the pot calling the kettle black. You started it when you let that slut boy wallow all over you. Try to tell me you weren’t out to make me jealous.”
“Um…” Angel averted his eyes, holding back a smile.
“You little shit. I ought’a whip your ass.”
Angel grinned. “Yes, you should. I’ve been a bad boy.” He twisted onto his knees, gripped the back of the loveseat, and presented his bare ass to his husband. A slight sting lingered from the first slap on the ass he’d received on the way to the V.I.P. room and he suspected a vague handprint marked his butt cheek.
“It isn’t punishment if you enjoy it.” Dane fondled his petite backside, his strong hands kneading Angel’s firm little rump.
“Sure, it is,” Angel insisted. “It still stings.”
Dane groaned and reste
d one knee on the sofa cushion as his muscular body curled over Angel’s smaller form. Dane squeezed his husband’s slender hips and pushed his hardness against him—then smacked his right ass cheek, open palmed.
Angel gasped and quivered as the sting sizzled through his groin. His erection stretched and hardened. “Yeah, baby.” He shuddered. “Make a good boy out of me.”
Hot, unsteady breath plumed across the back of Angel’s neck as Dane yanked his thong underwear off his ass and down his thighs. “You will be a good boy from now on,” Dane panted into his hair—and slapped his ass again, wrenching a sharp whimper from Angel. “And you will never let that slut touch...” He shoved down the front of his Superman G-string and buried his hard rod to the hilt inside his husband. “… what belongs to me.”
“Uh!” Angel gouged the loveseat as Dane’s long, thick cock burrowed deep inside him, stretching his inner caverns. He shuddered and gasped—loving it when Dane got so turned on that his “increased” size took Angel’s breath away.
“Say it,” Dane breathed hotly in his ear as he pushed in a little deeper, a little harder. “Say you’ll behave from now on.”
Angel whimpered and stroked his ass on his husband’s large member. “Do you really want me to be a good boy…” he panted, “… all the time?”
“With me?” Dane thrust against him, breath shaky. “No.”
Angel smiled. “Just not with Ricky and his harem?”
Tension surged through Dane, inspiring him to fuck Angel harder. “He touches you again,” he grunted, “and I’ll start breaking knuckles.”
“Well, for now,” Angel moaned, “just break me. After watching you onstage… I need you to fuck me so hard.”
Dane ran his palms along Angel’s forearms to his hands and threaded their fingers. He buried his face in the younger man’s neck and nuzzled his ear. “I get so damn jealous,” he whispered, “because I love you so damn much.”
“I know.” Angel turned his head and Dane kissed him on the mouth. “I promise, I won’t play with Ricky anymore.”
