Phoenix Club 07(30)

Oliver rubbed his hands up Angel’s bare legs and over his ass. “So beautiful.” He groaned. Dane had to agree. The man unfastened his own pants, opening the front, revealing his own restrained arousal.

“Now, to get them nice and turned on,” Dane was beginning to pant as he was the one getting turned on. “Sit down in their lap and just work that lovely ass real good.”

Angel did as he was instructed and Oliver held his hips as the young man lowered down onto his hard crotch and rocked his hips, swaying, circling.

Oh fuck, Oliver, let me take your place. Dane artistically removed his own pants, beneath which he wore a mere G-string. As Angel worked himself on Oliver, Dane straddled both of them, rocking his hips with the music, dipping and swaying, teasing Angel as well as Oliver.

He gently pushed Angel back against the man’s chest and hovered over them, sinking low till he was brushing against Angel’s solid crotch, then lifting up. His face moved so close to Angel’s chest and neck he could almost hear the thumping beat of his heart. The kid’s breath puffed from his lips, his eyes heavy with want, but he never lost rhythm and continued to move his body against Oliver. Dane grazed his mouth against Angel’s lips then along his cheek and on up the side of Oliver’s face. Then both Oliver and Angel had their hands on him, squeezing his hips, fingers pressing into his hard, flexing ass muscles.

Angel gasped and clutched his flesh when Dane sank down again and this time rubbed a little more firmly against Angel’s confined cock. He knew by the tremble in the boy’s body, that if he kept it up–Angel lose it. And so would he.





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Please fuck me. Angel bit back the words before they rushed, untamed, out into open air. Oliver was steel hard beneath him, lifting and pushing against Angel’s ass as Dane teased the fuck out of him with his crotch massage. His tense fingers gouged Dane’s hips, aching to pull the man down against him. He couldn’t keep his breath from panting, gasping from his lips, as his body burned alive between the two men.

Oliver released Dane’s ass and began to caress Angel’s inner thighs and up around his stiff erection. For as large as the man was, he had a very light, very erotic touch. His hands began to caress both Angel’s crotch and Dane’s. Sweat dripped off Dane’s body and his eyes were weighted as he gazed down at him.

Take me home with you. The sudden thought jolted Angel and he trembled, eyes stinging, as he longed to be in Dane’s bed, wrapped up in his arms…safe from the world. But the world had its claws in him and he couldn’t get loose. He could never spend a night with Dane, not when Maddy needed him at home with him.

He shoved the thoughts of hell away and, for the moment, let himself get lost in heaven here and now.





Chapter Thirteen


Flying with Angels





You need to back off. But now that Dane was right here, all up close and personal with Angel, his body refused to pull away, drawn to the boy like a powerful magnet. And Angel wasn’t pushing him away either, gripping his hips, he could feel the kid wanting to pull him down even closer.

Angel shoved his crotch up to meet him when he descended again, grinding them together much harder than before. “Fuck.” Dane shuddered and knew he was on the bare edge of losing control. Angel writhed sensually against Oliver’s strong body, shoving him to the edge as well. We’re all gonna fucking come if this keeps up.

Forcing himself to back off, Dane tugged Angel up on his feet. The boy was shaky, but he kept in time with the music as Dane turned him around to face Oliver and grabbed his hips, hugging his ass with his crotch as they moved as one; rocking, swaying, dipping, bodies curving together fluidly. Oliver groaned and rubbed his crotch.

“Good god,” he panted. “You boys are fucking hot together.” He groaned again when they both twisted down low between his legs then back up. Dane’s fingers pushed the band of Angel’s briefs just barely off his hips and down low enough in the front to expose his entire lower abdomen and a peek of neatly trimmed, sandy colored pubic hair. His fingers tingled with the need to reach deeper inside his shorts and massage his bare, hard flesh, but he knew now wasn’t the time. From the wetness beginning to seep through his briefs, Dane was sure that just a single touch of his bare hand might well cause the boy to orgasm.

The song ended not a moment too soon, for the feel of Angel’s hot, firm ass cheeks moving against Dane’s rock hard cock had his dick leaking and drooling and thinking about bursting.

“Da-aamn.” Oliver panted and wiped sweat from his fevered face. He stood up and fastened his pants, his raging erection bulging the crotch. “You two may just get a thank you note from my wife.”