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Rivals Melanie Brickman and Brayden Miller travel to Male Order to compete in the Texas Line Dance Championships. In rehearsals with up-and-coming line dance choreographer Darrion Crawley, their competitive streaks reach fever pitch. It seems they can’t possibly get along.
Romance is the last thing on Darrion’s mind. He’s more focused on getting his choreography career going after a back injury destroyed his ability to compete. But as a native of Male Order, the allure of sharing the dynamic Melanie with his longtime friend Brayden begins to take hold of his mind, heart, and body.
Just when it seems that Melanie and Brayden might be able to put aside their differences for the sake of romance, trouble strikes Male Order, targeting the competition. The three of them need to save the day and survive, not just so that they can compete, but so they can finally commit to love.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
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Brayden glanced at his watch. “Shit. That ate up all the time I had to finish polishing what I was working on for the mixed competition. I feel good about the men’s event, but if I’m going face down Melanie again, I need to keep going. Could we maybe postpone working on the choreography for another twenty minutes?”
Darrion shook his head. “Wish I could, but there’s going to be a second dancer performing with you, and I don’t want to disrupt her schedule.”
“I don’t see another dancer.”
Darrion nodded toward the end of the parking lot, where a vintage green Ford was pulling in. Brayden’s stomach sank as he saw Melanie Brickman hop out. Even in his dismay, though, his cock fluttered. He’d never gotten along with her, but she never failed to turn him on.
Brayden had met Melanie on the line dance competition circuit. He’d been attracted to her wavy brown hair and sexy curves from the minute he saw her, but the rivalry that had sparked between them never allowed for him to act on his carnal desires. While men and women competed separately for most of the general line dance categories, both sexes competed against each other in the mixed division, an event that focused on improvisational line dancing. Melanie and Brayden were at the top of their respective divisions, but she always beat him when they competed against each other in mixed events. Even though she was two years younger, Melanie had won more all-around titles than Brayden ever had.
Sitting out of the competition circuit for more than a year, Brayden had grown increasingly frustrated as Melanie kept on winning. This year’s championships would be his return to the competition world, and he didn’t just want to prove that he was back on top. He wanted to beat Melanie in Mixed once and for all.
Now, it appeared they would be dancing together in Darrion’s entry for the choreography competition. He couldn’t believe that Melanie was walking toward him, looking sexier than ever. Her brown hair was shot through with red and blonde highlights, and her glossy lips formed a perfect pout. She wore a small, tight vest with nothing underneath it, and Brayden couldn’t help but fantasize about her perfect, round breasts busting open the buttons, the way they would feel in his hands, and the way her nipples would form peaks as he rolled them between his fingers or licked them with his tongue. He tried to shake off the fantasy when he realized how uncomfortably tight his pants were becoming in light of his erection, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from the sight of tight jeans clinging to her curvy hips, and his cock went even stiffer.
I hope she only looks me in the eye, he thought. It would never do for her to even guess how much she turned him on.
“What is she doing here?” Brayden whispered at Darrion as Melanie approached.
“There’s no limit to the number of performers I have presenting my choreography. I decided I wanted to have the two best dancers on the circuit showing off my work for the judges. I mean, I know I’m a pretty good choreographer, but I also know that having some amazing talent showing it off isn’t going to hurt my chances of winning.”
“Hey, y’all,” Melanie said. “Are you talking about me?”
“Everyone is talking about you,” Darrion said.
“You’re sweet.” She placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before turning to Brayden. “So, finally back in the saddle, I see.”
“The rumor is you’re just as good as you used to be.”
“The rumors are wrong. I’m even better.”
“I suppose we’ll see about that next weekend. By the way, good luck dancing with that.” She smirked as her eyes drifted down toward his crotch.
The next thing Melanie knew, Brayden and Darrion were on either side of her, their hands caressing all over her body. With each stroke, they pulled off a little more clothing. One touch unzipped her jeans before snaking down her thigh. Another started at her ear and ended up pulling down one of her tank top straps. They undressed her with teasing, gentle movements, and Melanie felt her pussy pound harder with desire each time one of their hands graced her skin.
“Hey, it’s not fair that I’m the only one naked,” she said, when they had finally removed every piece of cloth on her body.
“What do you intend to do about it?” Darrion asked with a smirk.
Melanie rose to her knees and gave Darrion a rough, hard kiss, biting his bottom lip a little as she wove her hands up his thighs and abs. Moving her mouth to his neck, she started nibbling the taut flesh as she unbuttoned his shirt. Brayden came up behind her and cupped her breasts in his hands, working her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. When she felt the delicious pinch pulsing through her breasts, Melanie suddenly no longer wanted to take her time undressing her men. Her hands flew as she ripped off Darrion’s belt and pulled his jeans and boxers off at the same time.
As soon as Darrion was naked, Melanie turned her attention to Brayden, again working in haste because of her arousal. She tore into his shirt so quickly that a few of the buttons ripped off, but she didn’t notice from behind the deep, slick kisses she administered to his mouth. As Brayden had done, Darrion reached around Melanie’s body. Instead of going for her breasts, he snaked one hand down to find her swollen clit. He gave it a few gentle brushes with one fingertip, and she shivered as tiny jolts of electricity shot through her body. As Melanie moved on to Brayden’s boots and pants, Darrion increased the pressure, delivering an unstoppable rush of pleasure. Just as she was about to pull off Brayden’s boxers, Melanie’s cunt spasmed with orgasm, and as the waves rushed through her, she collapsed onto the bed, unable to keep her balance.
Brayden slid off his boxers as Melanie caught her breath.
“Convinced yet?” Darrion asked.
Darrion looked up at Brayden. “What do you think we should do to her next?”
“I think we should give her exactly what she’s been wanting all day long. She wants some cock.”
“I have an idea,” Darrion said, and reached into a drawer to pull out a black silk blindfold.
“What do you think, Melanie? Should we play a little game?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heart racing as fast as her cunt was pulsing.
Darrion draped the blindfold over her eyes. “Comfortable?”
“Lie down on the bed, then.”
Melanie leaned back, enjoying the enhanced sensation of the sheets against her skin. She felt a finger tease at her pussy lips, but when she moaned, the hand pulled away.
“Don’t go,” she gasped. “I need more.”
“You’ll get more.” A pair of hands pulled her thighs farther apart, and a thick cock plunged inside her cunt.
“Is that what you wanted?” Darrion’s voice asked. “Did you want a cock inside you, just like this?”
“Which one of us is riding you, Melanie?” She knew that Brayden was the one asking, but she couldn’t quite tell if he was the one inside of her, or the one fondling her.
“Kiss me and I’ll know.”
“No, I think that would be a little too easy. You just have to guess.”
Melanie groaned as the man riding her increased his pace, throbbing against the pulsing muscles of her cunt. She tried to concentrate just on the cock inside of her, but the hands fluttering and scratching across her breasts, down her arms, and through her hair proved a distraction and made the task difficult. Even their scents were mingled in the air around her. As she felt the cock pounding inside of her, she knew that it had to be Brayden. He was fast, he was rough, and he was just a bit untamed.
“Brayden is riding me.”
Melanie felt the body on top of her move down and place a deep kiss on her lips, confirming that she was correct. Brayden’s taste was unmistakable—strong and sharp, a blend of leather and scotch.
“Good job, baby,” Brayden said as he pulled away from her. “As a reward, you get to come.”
He pulled back, and Melanie felt him rise to his knees. He hoisted her legs up over her shoulders, and as he resumed thrusting, he pressed a finger against her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Darrion increased the pinching of her nipples, and the pressure began to build in her body again.
“Fuck, Melanie, you feel so good,” Brayden moaned. His words set her off, the orgasm ripping through her entire body, leaving her gripping the sheets and thrashing her head against the pillow. She felt his cock give one more throb, heard him groan, and felt his thighs give out as he collapsed.
“You ready for me now, Melanie?” Darrion whispered in her ear. “Or do you need a little break? Did Brayden tire you out already?”