THE PHOENIX WEDDING: The Complete 6 Books Series

by CJ Bishop

  His gaze shifting to the grooms, Caleb smiled as each and every one of them were instantly entranced by the scene on stage.

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  A low burning heat began to spread through Grid’s loins. His stare attached to Ricky’s slim hips and hovered as the young man moved forward in unison with the others, their bodies in perfect sync as if they were all extensions of the same organism. When Ricky’s lips twitched in a flirtatious smile at the couples, Grid’s cock twitched in response—and recollection of how that sexy mouth had felt wrapped around his throbbing member.

  Not just “his” mouth.

  Grid shifted his stare to Levi—so beautifully sculpted. He didn’t have to be standing up there nearly naked for Grid to remember every curve of his perfect muscles. He glanced at Jamie and Seth. The looks on their faces revealed where their thoughts were as well. After his experience on stage, and then in the VIP room…Jamie was a new man. And Grid was fucking reinvented.

  The four dancers sashayed to the edge of the stage and whipped off their suit jackets, swirled them around above their heads as they turned in a graceful circle, rocking their asses—squeezed snug in their slacks—then tossed the jackets at the four couples, who caught them and shouted for more. The rest of the crowd joined in, breaking into chant for them to ‘take it all off.’

  Grid cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered with them, crotch thumping in anticipation of seeing those four perfect boys bare-assed again and driving him wild.

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  “Fuck,” Cole groaned when the boys spun around and ripped open their shirts and came forward again, hips pumping out an invitation that was almost too tempting to resist. “Those boys get fucking hotter and hotter every time they get on stage.”

  Gabe adjusted his package and grunted his agreement. His hand remained between his thighs, squeezing his junk as white shirts were flung in their faces—stripped from the dancers’ bodies while leaving their red ties intact.

  To Cole’s right, Devlin released a hard, shaky breath. His chest heaved as he dragged one of the discarded shirts from his face and clutched it tensely in his lap. Cole chuckled and grasped his shoulder, making him jump. “We gonna need to call the paramedics for ya, Doc?”

  A wavering smile shuddered across Devlin’s lips, and he swallowed hard. “Maybe.”

  “Still wishing you’d stayed home?” Abel laughed.

  Devlin shook his head slowly, eyes hazy and zeroed in on the stage.

  Ricky and the boys paused center stage, midsections gyrating, heads ducked just enough that their hats concealed their eyes. Mischievous smiles stretched their lips as they plucked open their pants. The guests began to grow louder, begging for more. Cole steeled himself when the boys grabbed their crotches, his heartrate exploding as the pants came off in one swift yank, leaving the dancers in nothing but their fedoras, red ties, and matching shimmering red G-strings.

  The crowd burst out in wild cheers, hooting, and hollering.

  “Holy fuck,” Gabe exclaimed.

  Living the life of a stripper, Cole wasn’t sure how they kept from becoming desensitized to all this, but somehow they didn’t. And right now, he was feeling plenty as the foursome broke into pairs and rubbed and rocked in sync with their partner; sweet rounded asses rolled against bulging crotches, hands exploring and caressing. Cole shifted in his chair, his heated eyes following Ricky’s hands down Levi’s damp thighs, his fingertips grazing upward again, brushing over Levi’s red-clad cock, palms flattening against his lower stomach and caressing his perfectly sculpted abs. Levi rocked his ass on Ricky’s barely contained cock and reached back to grip Ricky’s hips, the two of them falling into an erotic rhythm.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight,” Cole murmured out the side of his mouth to Gabe.

  “Not if I get to you first,” Gabe panted, squeezing his junk harder.

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  Darius didn’t trust himself to look at Riley, although centering his focus on the stage was as dangerous. A trickle of sweat ran down his temple. If he could’ve moved at all, he would have wiped his brow. But he was frozen in place, his body a huge pulsing ball of fire—and growing hotter from the heat wafting off Riley who stood next to him. He could hear Riley’s quickened breath, feel his burning stare as the young man’s eyes darted back and forth between the stage and Darius.

  If I look at him—it’ll be over. I’ll jump him right here. Darius found it interesting how an over stimulated libido could totally knockout all nervousness and anxieties about sex. If Riley took him to bed right this second, Darius would fuck him wildly and without inhibition.

  Such thoughts weren’t helping him remain in control.

  Nor were the boys on stage as their sweat-slick bodies swayed and rocked hypnotically. They glided to the front of the stage, a fluidity to their movements that promised they would be sensual lovers in bed. Riley exhibited some of that same “fluidity” when they danced under normal circumstances.

  Darius swallowed a whimper and fought the images exploding inside his head. His crotch thumped with an agonizing ache, and he forced himself not to grab and rub. Riley cleared his throat quietly and shifted a little closer to Darius. Did he know he was playing with fire? Creeping into the danger zone the closer he got to Darius? Was he hoping to be “annihilated” by Darius?

  Hell yes, he is—and you know it.

  By the end of this night, Darius suspected they might both be obliterated—his suspicions strengthened when the four strippers startled the audience by suddenly leaping off the stage and performing private lap dances for the honored couples.

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  “Oh shit.” Max nearly toppled over backward when the boys came off the stage like swooping sensual angels—or rather, sexy imps—and Tommy was on him and Horatio, in their laps; ass dipping, swaying, rocking—rubbing them in all the right ways.

  A flirty, sexy smile plastered Tommy’s lips as he took a turn at Max directly, gripping his shoulders as his beautiful, slick body radiated waves of heat that burned through Max. “Having fun, boss?” Tommy cooed as he dragged his lips over Max’s ear, blowing softly. He rolled his hips with feline elegance, massaging Max’s rock hard bulge with his hot, bare ass.

  Max whimpered and squeezed his hips. “Let me put it this way,” he panted with a shudder. “You boys are so getting a fucking raise.”

  Tommy moaned and sank lower onto Max’s crotch, undulating his hips, and Max hardened a bit more beneath him. “I think I’m already getting one.” He grinned and kissed Max square on the mouth before skillfully twisting over to ride Horatio’s lap.

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  It hadn’t taken Gavin long to adapt to the world of the Phoenix. As he slithered up on Dane’s lap, it was difficult to imagine he’d ever believed he was straight. Even while working at the Blue Grotto—and fucking the disgusting men who frequented the joint—he was convinced he was just doing it for the money, not because he enjoyed cock. It was easy to live inside that illusion when he was over there at that filthy club. But here? The boys were lovely and sexy and clean—as was the customers.

  He glanced over at Tommy who was rocking sensually on Horatio’s crotch, driving the man out of his mind. Gavin was hit with a quick flashback of the fairgrounds and his and Tommy’s “ride” on the saddle in the stables. Since that night, there had been no denying he loved boys and their “toys”.

  Dane flattened his palms on Gavin’s ass, squeezing his cheeks, bringing him back to the moment. Gavin smiled and swirled his hips, rising and dipping and gyrating. Dane’s head dropped back, his breath rushing up his throat as a glorious smile stretched his lips.

  “Mmm,” Gavin moaned softly and brushed his lips up his throat. Dane was fucking beautiful and sexy as hell. “How do you handle all of this every night, Angel?” he shuddered as Dane’s large cock swelled beneath him.

  “Come here and I’ll show you.” Angel’s breath was as quick and uneven as Dane’s.

  “Oh God, yes,” Dane groaned and lifted Gavin
onto Angel. Settling down on Angel’s lap, Gavin slowly slid his hips back and forth and all around as he wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck and pressed his head to his brow. “Oh fuck,” Dane swallowed hard as he caressed both boys. “You two are so fucking sexy together.”

  Angel trembled with excitement and rubbed his hands down Gavin’s ribs and behind him to squeeze his soft, damp ass. He lifted to Gavin’s motion, pumping his hips, the two them in rhythm with the loud music.

  Gavin slid his fingers through Angel’s hair and dragged his lips down his feverish face. “Dane’s lucky Tommy already called dibs on me,” he breathed across his lips. “Or I might just come after you.”

  Angel smiled and gripped his ass harder. His feet pushed against the floor, and he rotated his midsection in sync with Gavin’s. “Dane might just allow that,” he murmured with a shaky grin. “If you let him join.”

  “Good to know.” Gavin kissed him then craned his supple body over backward as Angel grabbed onto his waist. Gavin picked up his rhythmic pace, mashing his soft ass cheeks on Angel’s crotch.

  “Fuck…” Angel choked. His head dropped to the side, and he looked at Dane. “You better take him back before I just take him.”

  Chapter 9

  Gabe spread his legs wide, making room for Levi as the boy sashayed backward, his sweet ass cheeks glossy with sweat and swallowing up the strip of red string. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he growled. “Bring it on back.” His fingertips grazed the swell of his cheeks, their heat searing to the touch.

  Lacing his hands behind his head, Levi swept his hips sexily from side to side then rotated down until he was barely brushing Gabe’s rigid cock that fiercely stretched the crotch of his pants.

  Gabe groaned. “Just a little lower, baby.”

  Levi spiraled down, his lean body contorting beautifully. His hands unlaced, and he grasped Gabe’s knees, bending forward a fraction as he arched his ass and rubbed it up and down Gabe’s stomach and chest.

  “Fucking hell…” Gabe shuddered and tilted his head, raking his teeth across one cheek. His cock thumped like a fucking drum and tried to dig through his fly when Levi dropped his ass into his lap and rolled it around in sensual swirls. Gabe’s balls clenched. “Oh shit, baby, you better give some of that to Cole, or you’re gonna fucking burst my balls.”

  An impish titter jittered up Levi’s throat, and he danced away from Gabe. Seconds later, he straddled Cole’s lap and moved up close, raking his fingers through his short blond hair, darkened with sweat. Levi’s fiery red bulge bumped Cole’s upper abs, and Cole ran his hands up the back of the boy’s slick, hot thighs.

  “Ah fuck, baby,” Cole moaned. “Give it to me good. I won’t ask you to stop.”

  Levi flashed a flirty smile then dipped his head and licked under Cole’s chin and on up and over. Cole parted his lips as Levi’s soft tongue flicked inside his mouth but pulled back teasingly when Cole tried to grab on and engage him in a full, fierce kiss.

  “Cruel tease,” Cole growled and palmed his ass with both hands, a dark grin cutting across his face. “Just wait till I catch you alone.”

  Levi grinned and kissed him quick, then gyrated around with his back to Cole and sat on his crotch. His supple body bowed away from Cole as he reached over his head and locked his fingers behind Cole’s neck, his head tilted back and resting on Cole’s shoulder, and proceeded to do things with his ass that had Gabe panting and ready to fuck them both right then and there.

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  It was as if the blowjob Abel had administered before they’d left the house hadn’t happened at all because Devlin was so damn hard again, it felt like he hadn’t come in days. Ricky danced back and forth between him and Abel, teasing them both, burning up their senses as well as their bodies.

  Devlin gasped when Ricky straddled him and rode his lap with deep, swooping rotations. “Oh God…” Rather than clutch Ricky’s hot skin, he gripped the edge of the chair.

  A dark smile snaked across Ricky’s lips. “Don’t fight it, Doc.” He scraped his fingers down Devlin’s chest then rubbed his hands up again. “You know you’re lovin’ it.” He winked at Abel. “I bet Abel does this for you all the time.”

  Devlin was incapable of responding verbally as his throat constricted and his heart beat wildly. Ricky caressed his palms up Devlin’s neck, shoving his hands into his hair, and rocked on his crotch. Shuddered breaths skipped off Devlin’s parted lips, and he released the chair, tentatively gripping Ricky’s waist. The boy’s lean muscles flexed and shifted beneath his hot, damp skin as his whole body rolled sensually. It was in how he worked his hips, though, that had Devlin panting and trying to swallow through a dry throat. And his soft, rounded ass…his hot cheeks practically melting Devlin’s pants…he worked it so masterfully, encouraging Devlin’s erection to stretch and harden.

  “Oh my God…” Devlin trembled beneath him. Before he realized where his hands were headed, he was suddenly clutching Ricky’s plump ass cheeks. Fingers digging into his firm—yet oh so soft—sweaty flesh. “Oh hell…”

  He felt Abel’s eyes on him and experienced a sting of uncertainty which quickly dissipated when he looked at his husband-to-be and Abel’s amber eyes churned with an erotic cocktail of love and lust.

  Moments later, Ricky slid off Devlin’s lap and danced in between Abel’s legs. He slinked low, his face gliding close to Abel’s hard crotch then up his body in serpentine agility and grace. Ricky squeezed Abel’s shoulders as his slender form continued to curve and bend and sway, his hips rolling sensually back and forth. His red G-string was drenched in sweat and laminated his hard cock, defining the thick muscle as it nudged up against Abel’s own engorged package.

  “Oh fuck, Dev…” Abel gasped on a shaky breath as his hands played up and down Ricky’s beautiful, sexy body. “I think we’ve died and gone to heaven.”

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  The club echoed and vibrated with the clamoring guests as the four boys nearly instigated an all-out orgy. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to turn those boys loose,” Carl chuckled. “We may need to bring in a firehose.” Lex pushed up against his ass, his massive erection grinding into him. Carl grinned. “Never mind. You brought yours with you.”

  Lex wrapped him in his strong arms and ravaged his neck, the scent of his cologne intoxicating Carl while his hot mouth shrouded him in a fog of ecstasy. It had only been a day or so since Lex had returned from his business trip, and though they’d fucked liked animals multiple times since then, they were both still horny as hell and far from sated.

  This little party did nothing to cool the firestorm raging through them.

  “We may need to seek out a private room soon.” Lex raked his teeth on Carl’s neck cord. “I need your ass.”

  Typically, Lex Roaman was a romantic man and quite classy and genteel. But as with most men, when his need to fuck hit a certain altitude—the primitive beast within emerged with a vengeance. Carl loved both sides of Lex, and right now his own inner beast was pacing, anxious to be turned loose.

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  “How’s he doing?” Caleb grinned and nodded past Samuel toward the bar where Nolan Emery was having his drink refilled yet again. “He’s really downing the drinks.”

  Samuel chuckled. “I think he’s totally dazed and confused. He doesn’t even go to straight strip clubs. And these boys here can knock anyone’s senses out of whack—gay or not.”

  When Nolan made his way back over, Caleb smiled. “You gonna make it through the night, man?”

  There was already a notable glassy haze to the attorney’s eyes, and the liquor was helping him relax amidst all the boy-on-boy sexual tension. When Samuel had first interned at his stepfather’s firm, he and Nolan had clashed. Nolan Emery had been straight-laced in every sense of the word and lived a very scheduled, neat life which he didn’t care to have disrupted; Samuel was the personification of disruption. Everything Samuel did aggravated Nolan. For a short while there, Samuel took him for a bit of an anal retentive douche.


  Until Samuel’s stepfather—Brock Coulson—assaulted Caleb. It was then that Nolan’s true self began to surface, and Samuel discovered a damned likable guy underneath. Nolan still liked his life scheduled and in control, nice and neat…but he was no longer anal. Especially tonight.

  “Oh yeah,” Nolan replied in answer to Caleb’s question, a looseness to his voice that was never present without the aid of liquor. He looked around as he sipped from his glass. “I’ve never been to a strip club before. Any strip club.” His heavy eyes settled on the four boys entertaining the engaged couples. “They’re really good at that. I never knew boys could be as sexy and alluring as women.”

  Samuel exchanged an amused look with Caleb. “Well, that’s because you never experienced the Phoenix boys in action before tonight.”

  Nolan nodded and smiled. “Must be it.”

  “So, you’re enjoying yourself?” Caleb asked.

  “Oh, yeah, sure I am.” His eyes made another sweep of the club and the energized guests.

  Caleb pursed his lips. “See anything you like?”

  “Hm?” Nolan faced him, brow cocked lazily. “What do you mean?”

  Laughing low, Caleb shrugged. “You keep looking. Just thought maybe you saw someone out there who…tickled your fancy.”

  Nolan sighed and chuckled quietly. “Fuck, Caleb. I haven’t had my fancy tickled in ages.”

  “Shit,” Samuel laughed. “That’s awful. Everyone needs a little tickle from time to time. Or a big one.”

  “Yeah, well…” Nolan sighed again. “The last girl I was in a serious relationship with was back in law school. And we broke up within a month because I was more serious about my studies than I was about her. Didn’t pay enough attention to her or something. But, fuck, I didn’t have time to cater to her every whim. And now…” he shook his head. “The whole relationship thing just seems like too much of a hassle. I like my life the way it is. I’m too set in my ways to try and make room for someone else. Who, by the way, would probably be annoyed by my neatness.” He smiled and tipped up his glass, swallowing the contents. “Or annoy me by their lack thereof.”