Nine

E nd this, now.

Axel stepped forward. "Clint…" he started, then abruptly fell silent when the cowboy began to mimic Ricky's moves. Slowly and hesitantly, at first, his rhythm somewhat stiff and jilted, but… he was doing it. Axel blinked, stunned. He really hadn't believed Clint would go through with it, when it came right down to the moment of truth.

Oh, my god.

Ricky wasn't shy and didn't hesitate to get up close and personal with the cowboy. He pressed their pelvises together and gradually drew Clint into his sexy rhythm.

Holy shit. Axel breathed faster as his erection grew harder. His head suddenly exploded with images of Clint pinning him to the stripper pole and fucking his brains out right there on stage.

Twisting in a slow circle, Ricky gyrated his ass on Clint's bulging crotch as he caressed his palms along the cowboy's upper thighs. Ricky craned his head back against Clint's chest, eyes heavy with lust and desire as soft moans slipped from his parted lips.

Under normal circumstances, the scene before him would ignite deadly jealousy. But tonight—it turned him on like mad. Ricky opened his eyes and sensually beckoned to Axel.

"Take my place, baby," he cooed, positioning Axel before Clint. He faced Axel and maintained his rhythm, rubbing his hard crotch on Axel's throbbing package, drawing him into the erotic dance.

Fuck…

Axel shivered as Clint's massive bulge rocked and rotated against his bare ass cheeks. " Fuck…" he gasped softly and reached back, grasping the cowboy's hips, his fingers digging into his heated flesh.

" Mmm… that's it," Ricky moaned, keeping them all in rhythm. He was as hard as Axel—and Clint. "Imagine you're fucking," Ricky whispered hotly. "And go with it."

At this rate, Axel wondered how long it would take before they were fucking.

Kane watched in stunned disbelief as the Egyptian allowed Levi to educate him in the ways of dirty dancing. Kane had never doubted his fiancé's abilities —especially after all their sessions in the bedroom—but he was helplessly awestruck to witness it in real time.

Once Cochise relaxed a bit, his god-like body caught a rhythm that nearly dropped Kane to his knees. His briefs swelled tight, straining the thin fabric. Heat spread through his body like a hot flash, sprouting beads of sweat across his brow.

Levi swayed with feline grace, his limbs fluid, every inch of his body surrendering to the tempo of the music. His lithe movements infected the Egyptian and, despite his size, he began to adopt the same fluidity. The ease with which his fiancé fell into the dance caused Kane to wonder if this was his first time.

"Come here," Levi cooed, stretching out a hand to Kane.

Though some nervousness remained, the heat surging through Kane's system and igniting his loins, eased his tension and walked him forward.

Levi took his hand and gracefully inserted Kane into his spot, facing Cochise. The two lovers immediately began caressing one another… bodies touching, swaying, gyrating… their combined heat engulfing them both.

" Now, you've got it…" Levi moaned as he pressed against Kane's back, his lips grazing the nape of his neck and his hard crotch rolling boldly on his ass. "… forget about everything else and just… indulge in each other."

The young man backed off and Kane looked into Cochise's smoldering gray eyes. Neither spoke as their bodies did all the talking.