Page 91 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"If you're upset about that, you're probably going to be even more upset when I tell you that I'm not Bryce either."

Fuck my life. I scowled at him.

"Sorry, you just looked so hot that I couldn't pass up the opportunity."

"Well that's very sweet of you. In exchange for the blowjob, can you at least tell me which one is Bryce?" I looked over at my other backup dancers. They were all standing in a row, with their perfect abs and their cocks harder than ever. Their abs were all a little different. Some had six packs, some had eight packs. Some had more defined abs than others. Their cocks were equally as unique, with some being perfectly straight and others bending up slightly or to the side. I thought I could identify Bryce by his abs, but I had already blown the two that I thought were most likely to be him.

Fake Bryce grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "You have to keep dancing." He spun me around and then dipped me.

"Please just tell me who it is." I needed to find Bryce. I needed to apologize for what I just did. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

"If I knew, I'd tell you, but I have no idea. Maybe you should just keep pretending it's me." He spun me again.

"And why did the music start up again?" What the hell is going on?

He completely ignored my question. I felt the first guy I thought was Bryce grab my hips and lift me in the air. He spun around.

"Put me down!" I hissed.

"We have to keep dancing," he said and placed me down in front of the line of backup dancers. "But one of these guys must be Bryce." He did some weird dance move and left me in front of the line of men.

I was going to just stand there and ask which was Bryce, but then I realized the judges could be counting this as part of my performance. To make it a better show, I did one of my moves from

earlier.

"If you're Bryce, tell me where we first met," I said loud enough for all the men to hear me as I shimmied. Shit, why would I shimmy when I only have pasties on and no bra? My boobs were bouncing everywhere.

"The men's locker room," said one of the guys in the middle of the group.

Bingo. I found Bryce. I walked over to him and wrapped my hand around his thick cock. "Bryce, I'm so, so sorry. I thought both of those guys were you. They tricked me."

"It's okay, Alina."

"It's not okay, I'm so sorry."

"Let's just pretend that didn't happen. Maybe a nice blowjob would make me forget all about it..."

"Bryce, can't we just go off stage? I just want this to be over."

"This is still part of the performance, Alina. We have to keep going if you want to win gold. And the crowd is loving this."

Everyone in the world had already seen me giving head. Now my main priority was making sure Bryce didn't hate me. And I trusted him if he thought this would get me gold. So I just smiled and dropped to my knees. Why the hell not? I pushed his rock hard erection up and licked his length from the base to the tip. I was going to tease him more, but he didn't want to wait. He put one of his hands behind my head and pushed himself into my mouth.

"Dude, don't do that to my girl," said the guy to my right. "Just because you were there when she ran into me in the locker room doesn't mean you get to fuck her beautiful face."

I pulled back and looked at the man who had spoken. "Wait, now you're claiming to be Bryce?"

"I am Bryce," he replied. "Jesus." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around.

"But then after I suck your cock you're going to tell me you're not?"

"Maybe..." he said with a laugh.

What the hell? How can I figure out which is Bryce? Now that I had gotten a taste of cock, I needed more. I was so horny that I could barely think about anything else. I had to find Bryce immediately. I needed him inside of me. And I needed the music to stop fucking playing.

"Alright, I guess I'll just have to blow each of you until Bryce steps forward." I figured the thought of me blowing all these guys would be enough to make Bryce step forward, but it wasn't. None of them said anything. Does Bryce really want me to be doing this? Maybe he saw me press my thighs together when Kristen and Tim were talking about devil's threesomes. But this wasn't what I wanted. I just wanted him.

I walked to the first guy in line and dropped to my knees, tracing my hands down his abs as I went down. After about twenty seconds, I stopped and looked up at him. "Are you Bryce?"

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