by CJ Bishop
♦
The pulsating sexual tension was making Darius lightheaded. He wiped his hot, damp face and—against his better judgment—leaned back against Riley, his ass pressing up snug to the man’s swollen crotch. Riley rested his tense fingertips on Darius’ hips and ever so slightly nuzzled his bulge into Darius’ rump. Hot, unsteady breath puffed Darius’ hair, and Riley’s chest rose and fell with an uneven rhythm against his back.
On stage, all the couples were attached at the hips…rocking, rolling, gyrating… keeping their hoops spinning. Each of them looked as if they were on the verge of grabbing their partner and going at it, hot and wild. Sweat trickled down their flushed bodies and their engorged crotches pumped each other wantonly. Gabe was hardly contained in his mesh thong and his and Cole’s urgency warned of an impending, mutual “explosion”.
Darius swallowed through a dry throat, and he tentatively covered Riley’s hands with his own, slowly weaving their fingers. He wanted their first time together to be special, but he wasn’t positive he could make it through this party without begging the man to just fuck him senseless. He laid his head back on Riley’s shoulder and trembled as the younger man’s arms went around him and held tight, pulling them closer together.
Soft lips pressed to Darius’ neck, trailing up to his ear. Riley’s breath puffed warm and uneven. “They look pretty sexy up there, don’t they,” he whispered. Darius nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Riley kissed his ear. “Think we would do as well as they are? Our rhythm as good as theirs?”
Darius swallowed again. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered and smiled. “I think we would probably make good partners, though. We dance well together.”
“Yes, we do,” Riley murmured and pressed his lips to Darius’ warm skin.
His heart pounding harder, Darius squeezed Riley’s hands. “This feels good,” he said softly.
“What?” Riley kissed his shoulder.
“When you hold me.”
Riley hugged him a little tighter. “It feels good to me, too.”
A nervous tremor rippled through Darius. He started to speak when Caleb walked out on stage and ended the contest.
“Well,” Caleb announced into the microphone with a grin. “Since they’ve all proven they are rhythmically in tune with their partners, it isn’t going to be easy to pick the winner. Judging by the smooth, fluid hip action, though…” He looked at the couples. “I think I’m going to have to go with Cole and Gabe. Although, it was a damn close contest.”
The audience applauded the winning couple with howls and catcalls.
“Those two were damn hot.” Riley nodded and chuckled. “A time or two, I thought they were going to forfeit the contest and just do it right there on stage.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Darius murmured with a soft laugh. “During the next break, do you want to take a walk outside? I need some air.”
Riley grinned and kissed his neck. “So do I.”
On stage, Caleb awarded Cole and Gabe with another gift box—this one filled with bondage toys and accessories.
Gabe grabbed Caleb and kissed his head. “You read my mind, baby,” he laughed. Gabe looked at Cole with dark, mischievous grin as he withdrew a black flogger from the box and snapped the tails. “I get to be the Master.”
♦
The cool evening air felt good on Riley’s hot face and overheated body. He grasped Darius’ hand as they casually strolled the sidewalk out in front of the club. He looked at Darius and smiled. “Are you having a good time?”
Exhaling deeply, Darius nodded and laughed softly. “Yeah. Having a great time.” He squeezed Riley’s hand. “But I always have a great time with you.”
“Aw,” Riley chuckled. “You’re sweet.”
“No, you are.” Darius slowed, drawing Riley to a halt. He wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist and kissed his lips. “You’ve been so patient with me. You haven’t pressured me, even though I know all this celibacy has got to be driving you mad.” He smiled and kissed Riley’s throat. “Am I right?”
“Well…” Riley laughed low. “I admit, it isn’t easy…especially on a night like this.” He looked into Darius’ eyes. “But you’re worth the wait. And I would hate to rush you and then have you regret it afterward.” He brushed his lips softly against Darius’ mouth. “I don’t want there to be any regrets, baby.”
“There won’t be,” Darius assured. He withdrew his arms and rubbed his hands up the front of Riley’s shirt, playing with the buttons. “I’m ready to take that step with you,” he whispered.
At first, Riley thought he’d imagined those glorious words slipping off Darius’ lips, but knew it wasn’t his imagination when Darius met his gaze. Riley murmured, “Are you sure? Don’t do it because you’re worried I’ll get tired of waiting and move on. That’s not going to happen.”
Darius smiled. “That isn’t why. I’m just…ready. All I can think about is us making love. I want to be with you, Riley.” He kissed him deeply. “I want this.”
“I want it, too,” Riley whispered and buried him in his arms, kissing him softly…then with a release of passion. Darius backed up against the outer wall of the club and pulled Riley to him without breaking their kiss. With openly admitting he was “ready”, something seemed to burst loose inside Darius. His hands eagerly and desperately tugged at Riley’s shirt—then the snap of his pants. “Whoa,” Riley chuckled and grabbed his hands. “Not here. Not like this, baby. I want you bad, but I also want our first time to be beautiful and romantic.”
“So do I,” Darius admitted, his breath quick and shaky. “But I’m so…hard…right now I can’t take it. I don’t know if I can go back in there and enjoy the rest of the party like this.”
His body sizzling, Riley kissed him, sucking his lips. “I’m here for you, baby,” he moaned and smiled. “A little relief should be okay.” He ran one hand down between them and massaged Darius’ crotch. “Oh my God,” he shuddered and kissed Darius a fraction harder as he unfastened his pants and pushed his hand inside.
Darius gasped and fumbled with Riley’s pants, his hand unsteady. When he reached inside Riley’s briefs and gripped his hard cock, Riley thought they both might explode right then.
“Fuck, your hand feels good,” Riley trembled and rolled his hips, sliding his shaft through Darius’ fingers. He shoved down the front of his pants, freeing his member. Darius immediately started stroking the full length. “Oh fuck…”
Riley quickly withdrew Darius’ cock and pumped him with a firm grip. The man whimpered and sagged against the wall, chest heaving. His mouth watered for a taste of Darius’ dick but he didn’t want him to experience his first blowjob while backed up to the outside of a strip club. It was an experience that Riley intended to make as memorable as the sex itself.
Chapter 15
Max and Horatio took the stools beside Anthony and Angelo. The two men chuckled. “You boys got rhythm.” Anthony grinned.
“Oh my God,” Max groaned. “That was hell.”
Horatio looked at him with a crooked smile. “Rubbing crotches with me was hell? Thanks a lot.”
Laughing, Max shook his head. “The hell part was not being able to drag you down and nail you to the stage floor.” He adjusted his package. “If this goes on much longer, I may embarrass myself in front of our guests.”
“You and me, too,” Horatio smiled. He reached down and squeezed his crotch; he’d been needing a turn at Max since Tommy had crawled on their laps and set them on fire.
Angelo nodded. “You’re not the only ones. Why do you think we’re sitting here and not moving?” he chuckled. “We can’t move.”
Approaching from down the bar, Adrian stepped in between both men and wrapped his arms around their shoulders. “When we get home, you’ll be moving plenty.”
“I won’t argue with that.” Angelo reached back and grabbed Adrian’s ass. “I’ve been ready for this ass since those four boys hit the stage.”
“Oh my God,” Horatio
moaned. “Tommy just about annihilated us.”
Max nodded emphatically. “Makes their little porno party invite kind of appealing,” he grinned.
“Their what?” Adrian laughed. Max explained, and Adrian smiled. “Bet that would be one hot and wild party, especially with those four.”
“Yeah,” Max deduced. “We might not make it out of that one alive.”
Horatio looked down the bar then raised his hand when he spotted Seth, Jamie, and Grid, and motioned them over. “You boys enjoying yourselves?” Horatio asked.
“Oh yeah.” Seth nodded, then laughed lightly. “And I see you two are as well. You guys looked hot up there.”
“Lordy.” Horatio shook his head and grinned. “I don’t know what those boys were smoking when they planned out this party.”
Jamie laughed. “What do you mean? It’s great.”
“Baby, you aren’t the one up there on stage,” Horatio chuckled.
“I was,” Jamie reminded.
Horatio looked apologetic. “Those boys were supposed to grab Grid, not you.” Horatio looked at Grid. The young man sat on one of the stools, his back to the bar, resting back on his elbows. His head was turned away as he stared at the far end of the bar, distracted from their conversation. Horatio couldn’t quite determine what drew his focus as a small group of guests pressed in, ordering drinks.
“That’s all right,” Jamie smiled. “It was fun.”
Seth looked at Grid and nudged his arm. “Who the hell do you keep looking at?”
“Huh?” Grid turned around. He shrugged and mumbled, “No one. Just looking.”
“Bullshit,” Seth grinned. “You have your eye on someone specific. Who is it? Point him out.”
Horatio and the others waited curiously, but Grid just shook his head and insisted he was scoping out all the men. Like Seth, Horatio didn’t quite believe him as Grid’s head slowly turned away again, and he stared the other way. Horatio studied the occupants, and as the guests drifted back out on the floor after receiving their drinks, only two or three men remained seated at the far end of the bar—Samuel’s attorney friend, Nolan Emery, being one of them. It appeared to be Nolan that Grid was so focused on.
Of all the men in the club, had Grid taken a liking to probably the only straight guy here?
Just then, Caleb and Samuel came across the floor, weaving through the guests. Samuel veered over to speak with Nolan as Caleb walked on down to Max, Horatio, and the others.
“You guys about ready for the next round?” he asked Max and Horatio, a playful gleam in his eye.
Max eyed him doubtfully. “What are you going to make us do this time?”
“I can’t tell you yet,” Caleb grinned. “But it’s the last test.” He winked. “The main event.”
“Why does that frighten me?” Max murmured.
Caleb laughed. “Don’t be scared. You’re gonna have fun. And it’ll really rev you up for some hot bedroom action when you get home.”
Horatio whimpered. “If I get any more revved up, I’ll fucking blast off.”
♦
“All right, everyone, listen up,” Caleb said from center stage. “This will be the third and final test.” When the crowd booed, Caleb chuckled. “I think our couples have endured about as much as they can take. I think they’re all about to blow a gasket…or blow something.”
“Got that right,” Cole called from his seat in front of the stage and the guests laughed.
“Well, buddy,” Caleb clucked his tongue. “This may be the final straw. Because our last test will determine who is our sexiest couple.”
Dane’s hand shot up. “That would be us—me and Angel—everyone knows it. Might as well just hand over our prize right now.”
“We’ll see,” Caleb smiled at Dane. He could be right, though, considering what the final test entailed. “But we at least have to give the other couples a chance.”
Sinking back into his chair, Dane grinned. “Oh, all right.”
“Don’t get cocky,” Gabe told him. “We’re pretty damn sexy ourselves.”
Dane looked them over and shrugged. “Yeah, you’re okay,” he offered dully.
“Fuck you.” Gabe chuckled.
“No fighting, now,” Caleb intervened. “You’ll all get a chance to prove yourselves.”
“How so?” Max asked with lingering doubt.
Caleb looked at the two older men; they were the ones everyone was truly waiting for. He smiled. “Each couple is going to get up on stage, one at a time, and give us the hottest, sexiest dance they can imagine.”
Max stared back at him, momentarily speechless.
“Oh yeah!” Dane hooted and hugged Angel. “We got this one, baby. No one can out-dance our sexy asses.”
Piercing whistled resounded through the club. Many of those here tonight had also attended Angel’s birthday party and witnessed Dane and Angel’s sensual dance on stage. They would definitely be a hard pair to beat.
Max found his voice and choked out, “Excuse me?”
“What?” Caleb grinned. “You telling me that in all the years you owned this club, you haven’t picked up any sexy moves from your boys? I bet you and Horatio have done some sexy dancing together.”
“About two decades ago,” Max chuffed.
“Then it’s time to get back on the horse,” Caleb insisted, and the audience backed him up, exploding with chants and cheers.
“This isn’t a fair contest,” Devlin spoke up with a nervous laugh. “Cole and Gabe, and Dane and Angel are all dancers. Abel may be one as well, but I’m not.”
“Ah, come on, Dev.” Abel hugged his arm and grinned. “We got great rhythm. We already proved that. Hell, we prove it every night.”
Devlin looked doubtful. “I’m going to humiliate us both.”
“No, you’re not,” Abel laughed and kissed his face.
“I have faith in you, Doc.” Cole smiled, then winked. “You do have great rhythm.”
“Then we’re good to go?” Caleb asked.
“I don’t recall agreeing to this,” Max interrupted.
Tommy moved closer to the couple and offered with flirtatious flair – “I’ll do another little private dance for you two if you’ll do one for all of us.”
Max and Horatio exchanged a look and both men groaned.
Caleb grinned. “All right, then, I believe we’re all on board now.”
Scowling at Tommy, Max growled, “You don’t play fair, you little brat…using that cute ass of yours as bait.”
♦
Cole and Gabe volunteered to dance first and were escorted back to the dressing room by Ricky and the boys. Not long after they disappeared into the back, music started up again, and the two men emerged onto the stage through the curtain—both wearing shimmering gold G-strings and nothing else.
Darius was still feeling the tremors quivering through his body, still felt Riley’s strong hand wrapped around his hard shaft…pumping and stroking. He shivered and Riley slipped his arms around him. There was something different in his embrace now; something more intimate. As soon as they’d came, a flood of emotion had swept over both Darius and Riley. That same emotion lingered, coursing through their bodies and hearts. Darius could feel it as much in Riley as in himself. But if he let himself think about it too much right now, he was sure he would drown in it all. He had to let it process…absorb.
He focused forward as Cole and Gabe burned up the stage…and in turn, reignited Darius’ senses. Their gorgeous, strong bodies glimmered in the stage lights, coated with glittery body oil that accentuated every flex of every muscle. The shiny gold G-strings reflected the light—and swelled to capacity as crotch rubbed against crotch, hips rolling, gyrating, gliding together in a sensual, erotic rhythm that had all the guests mesmerized and breathing hard.
Their bodies flowed as one when Gabe turned and smoothly rocked his bare ass on Cole’s gold-encased cock, his back pressed to Cole’s gleaming chest as their hips rotated around and round.
> Darius shifted in Riley’s arms, his throat drying out again. The brief “relief” he’d received outside was fading as his erection resurrected at the vision of the men on stage. Riley’s crotch slowly swelled against his ass and his hold on Darius tightened. He pressed his lips to his shoulder, his breath unsteady, puffing warmly against Darius’ neck. Would Riley take him home and make love to him tonight? Warm tingles sprinkled through Darius’ body, bringing up his heart rate and heating his crotch.
♦
I’m gonna fucking explode. Gabe’s hot ass engulfed Cole’s throbbing cock, his firm damp cheeks melding around Cole’s bulging crotch—rolling up and down, rotating around. Cole grabbed his hips and let his hands slip around front and rub down Gabe’s scorching hot inner thighs, slick with sweat. They swayed and rocked in a single fluid rhythm as Cole pushed his hardness deeper between Gabe’s strong cheeks.
Gabe dropped his head back on Cole’s shoulder, breath bursting up his throat. “I swear, you’re gonna fucking making me come,” Gabe shuddered thickly. “I want your cock in my ass so fucking bad.”
The “want” was mutual. If they kept up this position, Cole would likely give it to him. He danced away, if only for a moment of relief. Seconds later, Gabe was up against him again, face to face…cock to cock…rubbing and pumping…bodies swaying and curving in a rhythm they were all too familiar with.
The cheering guests were a dull hum in the back of Cole’s sexually fogged brain as he and Gabe dominated the stage. Thoughts of “winning” weren’t even in the hemisphere of his consciousness. Gabe’s hot body manipulated every brain cell and Cole swore he felt each one begin to burst when Gabe moved around behind him and began to rock his hard dick against Cole’s slick ass cheeks, fingers gouging Cole’s damp hips as he guided them together. His searing breath blasted the back of Cole’s neck, coming quick and ragged.
