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Dangerous Liaison

... choose. But right now, lift your hips, it's my mouth and your cock."

I grinned and lifted so David could drag my sweats down. "Don't mind if you do," I drawled, then lost my cool and gasp-groaned as he licked my cock. "Holy Shit!"

David flashed me a grin and then ducked his head and sucked me deep, his large hands holding my hips still.

I gripped the cushion behind my head and enjoyed the ride. Shooting down David's throat at undignified speed and then giggling when he continued to lap at my cock and balls, as if he just couldn't get enough.

When he finally released me, I curled up on the sofa, my head in his lap, and returned the favor.

By the time we made it to the bathroom, where I dug out a new toothbrush for him, and collapsed into the bed we had no energy for anything other than cuddling.

I sighed and smiled, my head tucked into David's shoulder, our soft cocks gently cozied up, legs tangled.

Maybe it was wrong, but it had felt so right.

-X

Back in Paris for the second round of the competition. So far it had been a riot.

We would lose less people this time, but the contest was hotting up. As was I, having just enjoyed Frankie and Cam's Argentine Tango. Maybe a little too much!

I leaned towards my fellow judges. Immediately seeing that Madam Gaillard and Monsieur Beaufoy were a little uncomfortable.

"Problem?" I asked, glancing back at the couple on the dance floor, then doing a double take. "One moment."

I shifted and leaned ...

... towards the microphone, my eyes on Frankie who was stood daring us with eyes as hard as ice and a 'don't fuck with me' attitude pouring from him in waves. Little sod!

"Mister Vega-Caro," I warned, my voice as cold as his eyes. He tipped his chin, dripping scorn.

I held his eyes for a moment, then grinned. "Behave yourself."

He laughed and gave us a cheeky little bow. I couldn't help but be amused by the pale look of horror on Cam's face. Well, at least Frankie was feeling better.

I turned back to my fellow judges and listened as Madam Gaillard and Monsieur Beaufoy explained with some apprehension that they just didn't feel that jeans were appropriate for a competition of this stature and world renown, even if it did suit the characters.

"The costume is part of the presentation as a whole," I agreed. "If it didn't suit your tastes then you mark accordingly. The rest of us have perfect scores, but you should not feel pressured by that. We all respect your views, and both Mr Vega-Caro and Mr Russo, would have been aware of the risk. I do know them quite well."

I looked to Amelia Bassett, her eyes showed approval and she nodded. "Mr Franklin is quite right. I feel you have been more than fair in your marking, and part of the mix of judges is to provide a wider view. If there was a concern your marks were a personal matter that would be different, but I do not feel that anyone here has that concern."

"Absolutely not," I confirmed. "So we're agreed?" I quickly ...