Page 32 of Big Booze Boss

"No. We shouldn't do that."

"Ah, come on. It'll be fun!"

"No way. That shit will go viral, and I'll never live it down."

"Chicken!" I accuse him.

"Brock….brock….brock…." He clucks, confirming it's true.

"There are three to choose from." I continue, assuming he will agree. "The first one is Foot Loose. The second is Thriller. And the third is…."

He says, "Dirty Dancing, Time of My Life. I'll do that one with you."

I stop, stunned. "What? No way," I tell him emphatically.

He shrugs. "If you want to do one, that's the one."

"That's not a line dance."

"You didn't say line dance. You said a dance out of a movie."

"Yeah, but I meant a line dance. You know to break the ice. To get people dancing."

He laughs as he takes my hands, maneuvers my arms, and then spins me away. "It might not get people dancing, but it sure as hell will get them up on their feet and break the ice. And what better way to come out as a couple?"

He pulls me back to him and grinds me, then spins me away again. "A little practice, and I think we can pull it off."

He walks over to a table next to the fireplace and lifts the top. Inside is a DVD player and stacks of DVDs. He thumbs through them and then pulls one out. Inserts it in the player. Then he takes the remote control and pushes a button. Instantly, a screen lowers from a hidden recess, and Dirty Dancing is on. He fast-forwards to the ending dance scene, turns to me grinning and says, "Let's practice, Baby."

For the next half hour, he and I work on matching our moves to the movie as much as we can in the confined space of the cabin. But the sensualness of the dance overwhelms us, and we are fucking like rabbits, against the wall, in the middle of the room, on my hands and knees in the bed, then on my back getting pounded until we are all fucked out.

Lying next to each other, breathing hard, exhausted, I tell him. "I'm not sure it's a good idea to dance that scene in front of anyone!"

He chuckles, "We just need more practice."

"Umm-hmm," I tell him as I close my eyes. "Practice makes perfect."

Blaze

Sometime in the middle of the night, I feel Breezy hands moving over my body. Softly, she touches my skin, moving gently over my chest. Then down under my arm, along my ribs, down my side to my hips, then over my thighs, and into the area between my legs. Goosebumps break out as she caresses my genitals, tickling my balls. Then her mouth consumes my cock, and a moan of pure ecstasy is expressed from my chest into the timelessness of the moment.

God, she destroys me. Giving, taking, over and over again. I fight my release, not wanting the moment to end, but then she straddles me and sinks her velvety sweetness down my shaft. She moves up, down, all around, riding me with pure abandon. Watching her uninhibited as she takes her pleasure from me is more gratifying than anything I have ever experienced. Her whimpers as she reaches climax are like a siren's song, and when she leans forward to bounce, jabbing my cock deep into her, I arch up, giving her every inch I have. When she throws her head back in triumphant release, I shoot my cum deep inside her. Her screams of "OH GOD! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" Makes me feel more like a hero than a man.

Then she collapses on top of me, and I hold her on my chest, cradling her body, softly stroking her, wishing I hadn't promised to wait until after the wedding to express how I feel about her. I love Breezy. I always have. I always will.

ChapterNine

Summer

Blaze rolls over and cuddles me. "Good morning, Summertime," he whispers.

"Good morning, Blaze," I whisper back. "It's Friday. We have a lot to do today."

"Yes, I'm aware." He opens one eye and looks at me. "What time is it?"

"Time to get up. We have a big day today."

"Yep." He says as he stretches his length in the bed. Then he gives me a peck and rolls out without saying anything about last night.

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