She runs her hands over my chest, down my sides, and I haul her closer. Need to get inside her.
“Let me get her ready for you,” Jet says, and I barely hear him as I suck on her lower lip and fucking rut against her.
Then his hands are on her, soaping her up, sliding up her sides to her tits, kneading them, rubbing her nipples.
She kisses me harder, gasping in my mouth as he pinches her nipples, and the need to see what he’s doing becomes so strong I break the kiss and draw back, panting as she leans back into him.
“God, Jet…” she moans when his hand moves down her belly, lower, between her legs, getting her all shiny and slick with suds. Her head drops back against his chest and his mouth fastens on her arched neck.
Christ, I swear my dick hurts. I groan when Jet sinks down to his knees, pulling Candy down with him. “Jet, goddammit… Get back here.”
What is he doing? Why are they leaving me hanging like this? I swear to God, I’m gonna fuck them both, one after the other.
Jet brushes Candy’s hair over her shoulder, winks at me, the asshole, and smirks.
“Wanna suck him off together, girl?” he whispers in the shell of her ear, and she shudders. “I think he’d like that. Look how fucking hard he is.”
Suck me… Wait, what?
Candy’s lashes flutter as Jet moves his hands back up to her tits, cupping them. “God, yes.” She looks up at me, licks her lips. “Show me.”
Fuck yeah. In a trance, I watch as he slides her off him and they both kneel at my feet, the warm water beating down on us. My hands clench at my sides as they put their hands on my legs, grabbing my calves, looking up at me.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, because, damn, the sight of them like that has my dick leaking and burning.
They lift their heads, homing in, and their hot breaths wash over my balls and my cock. A groan works its way up my throat, past my gritted teeth, when they start licking, dragging the flat of their t
ongues all over my cock—over the sensitive head, down its length, over my balls.
Oh fuck. My hands unclench, my fingers splaying on top of their heads, partly to steady myself and partly to give myself the illusion of control. I like being in control.
It’s hanging in shreds right now. I’m raw with need, and fuck, watching them lick at my cock is hot, but not nearly enough to get me off.
My heart is booming. My stomach is clenched so tightly it’s cramping. And my dick is a burning ache, a throb echoing my heartbeat.
“Candy… Jet.” Christ, I can hardly recognize my own voice, so hoarse and desperate. “Need your fucking mouth around my cock right now.”
I’m not used to begging, but today I may make an exception. Can’t take this torture any longer. I want to fuck them. Both.
“Go get him,” Jet huffs on a breath of laughter, and he starts to rise even as Candy’s mouth closes around my cock.
“Oh shit…” My head thumps back against the tiles, my vision losing focus as her lips drag on my hard-on, setting off sparks along my overstimulated nerve endings. “Yeah…”
Jet slides his hand around the back of my neck and seals my mouth with his, silencing me—and his taste, the roughness of his tongue invading my mouth, the aggressiveness of his kiss tips me over the edge.
I cry out but he doesn’t pull back, swallowing the sound, sucking on my mouth. My body jerks against the warm wall of the shower stall as my dick erupts, and only Jet’s arm going around me prevents me from going down on my knees.
Holy fuck…
Then Candy’s lush curves are pressing against my other side, and Jet finally allows me to breathe, pulling back and grinning, his breathing harsh, his cock hard and hot where it’s pressed to my side.
“Bed,” he says and slips his hand down to my spent cock, giving it a hard squeeze, startling a yelp from me. “Time for round two.”
Sounds good to me.
Chapter Three
Jethro