Page 92 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

He nodded his head. "Absolutely."

The man beside him grabbed my hand and twirled me around. "Alina, it's me." He put my hands on his abs. "Shake your hips, the dance is still going."

God, his abs were incredible. All of their abs were incredible. I leaned in and pressed my lips against the contours of his muscles. I could feel his cock rubbing against my naked breasts. What the hell am I doing? Why am I kissing Bryce's abs on stage?

For a split second my mind told me to stop immediately and run off the stage, but that thought didn't last long. My hormones took over again as he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. Fuck. His fingers intertwined in my hair. "Alina," he moaned.

"That's my girlfriend, you asshole."

The guy who had just spoken grabbed my hand and danced with me for a few seconds. "Are you okay?"

"No I'm not okay. And I don't believe that your Bryce."

"It's me, Alina. And I'm not going to make you suck my dick in front of thousands of people. How about you just grind on me instead?"

I looked down. His penis was the biggest one yet. Oh my God.

He spun me around, pulling my ass against him. "Why didn't you just tell me before that you were Bryce?" I shook my ass against his massive erection.

"I thought it was part of the performance. Tim is such an asshole." He immediately put his hands on my hips and helped me move to the beat. His cock slid between my ass cheeks. One of his hands wandered up to grab my tits before he pushed on my back to bend me over, causing his rock hard erection to rub directly against my pussy. My soaking wet thong was the only thing preventing him from penetrating me, right there on stage.

"Fode-la," yelled someone in the crowd. Then more people joined in on the chant.

I looked back. "Any idea what that means?" They're probably telling me to get off the stage.

"I think they want me to fuck you," he said.

What?! What the hell am I doing? I was still bent over grinding on the mystery man that was claiming to be Bryce. Was it? He was being nicer than the other "Bryces" had been. His erection pressing against my pussy made it hard to concentrate. He stopped and took his hands off my hips. I started to stand up, thinking that the performance was over.

I was wrong.

He grabbed either side of my thong and effortlessly ripped it in half. He yanked on one side to pull it through the straps of my garter belt and then tossed it on the stage. My heart rate accelerated and the muscles below my waist clenched. I never knew that having my thong ripped off would be so arousing, but it was. There was something so manly and primal about the way he just snapped it right in half.

The crowd seemed to enjoy it too, because the "Fode-la" chants grew even louder.

A strong hand on the small of my back pushed to bend me over, and then his hands moved to my ass and squeezed hard. His cock must have been an inch away from my wet pussy.

"I'm going to get you that gold, Alina," he said.

I didn't know if it was Bryce. All I knew was that he had great abs and a huge cock. And he wants to fuck me.

Chapter 40

Sunday

Bryce

Five Minutes Earlier

The spotlights followed Alina and two of the backup dancers walking to the front of the stage, effectively making the rest of us on the stage invisible. As the dancers pulled an American flag in front of Alina and the music cut out, I ducked off stage. I had to get to my phone so I would be ready to send Em a warning if Alina didn't win gold. Although at this point, I thought she had a pretty good shot. She had gone all out to win, even taking her bra off. It made me incredibly jealous that everyone got to see her beautiful breasts, but if her taking her bra off got her closer to the gold and Em closer to safety, I wasn't going to argue. And I certainly didn't mind the view of her spectacular tits, so perky and full. I hoped I would see more of them, not covered by pasties, later that night.

I got a few funny looks from stage hands as I sprinted over to the bag I had hidden behind some props. If they hadn't been watching the performance, I could see why they'd be shocked to see a nude, fully erect man running around backstage. Oh well. Covering myself was of secondary importance to making sure I had a way of contacting Em. I fumbled around in the bag until my hand hit my phone.

Someone patting me on the back startled me.

"Dude, that was great!" said Tim.

Of course it's Tim. Who else would pat a naked man on the back? "Think it was enough to win gold?" I asked as I pulled Em's contact info up on my phone.

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