Heat closes around my dick and my hips rock up. Candy is sucking on my hard-on, her lush, silky hair cool on my thighs. Joel didn’t even get a chance to undress her yet and… Oh fuck, she takes me deeper and my thoughts implode.
Or maybe my head has exploded. All I know is that I’m arching right off the bed, the pressure in my guts off the charts, and that I’m about to come.
Hard.
My hands curl in the sheets, a whine leaving my throat as the pressure becomes painful and I teeter on the brink.
And fall with a curse, jerking on the bed, shooting my load, and Candy hums around my cock.
Oh fuck. I jerk again, the low vibration sending more jolts of pleasure through my body, until I sprawl bonelessly back, gasping like a stranded fish.
I shudder when Candy releases me and sits back, a smug look on her face. She has every right to look smug. I’m blinking back stars and darkness.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I know.” But she sounds pleased. “Round two?”
I manage to lift a hand and wave it back and forth, my eyes falling shut. “My dick will only rise as a zombie at this point. It’s dead.”
“I bet we can get it to resurrect,” Joel says, and I manage to crack one eye to look at him.
He’s undressing, tossing his sweater and shirt to the floor, then reaching for his zipper. He toes off his shoes and socks, pushes down his pants and kneels on the bed only in his white briefs.
Never has a guy made white briefs look so good since the Calvin Klein underwear campaign with Travis Fimmel, I swear. The way they mold to his thick thighs and ass, the way they hug his package in the front… it’s fucking obscene. So damn hot.
And then he ups the game by turning to Candy and starting to undress her. I lick my suddenly dry lips as he pulls off her sweater and blouse, leaving her in her blue lacy bra, her short skirt and boots. He slips the straps of her bra off her shoulders and down her arms, freeing her tits, and I swallow, my throat clicking.
God, I want in, but I settle for watching as Joel bends his head to suck on her nipples. She twists her fingers in his hair, moaning, and fuck, he was right. My dick is slowly hardening at the show they put on.
I dunno how Joel can stand it, to sit still and watch. Sure it’s exciting, but I wanna touch, and lick, and fuck. Sitting up, I grab my dick and give it a good, long squeeze.
Joel kisses a path up to Candy’s neck and higher, to her mouth. “Do you want it?” he whispers against her lips, and she pulls him against her.
“I want it. I want you both.”
He slips his hand under her skirt and she moans, her mouth falling open. He’s fingerfucking her, I know from the way his hand moves and from the way her eyes glaze over.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathes, leaning back, her skirt hitching higher on her hips, and now I can see Joel’s hand inside her panties, sliding up and down. “Oh God.”
Unable to sit still any longer, I scoot closer and cup her boob, fastening my mouth on her nipple. She hisses my name, putting her hand behind my neck for support, and I scrape my teeth over the tight little nub, drawing a breathless cry from her lips.
Joel puts his mouth on her other boob and she comes apart with a wail and a sob, shaking as her orgasm hits. I slide my arm behind her back as I lift my head, catching her before she flops back on the bed.
“Holy crap,” she wheezes, then giggles. “I feel drunk. What did you guys to do me?”
“It’s called an orgasm,” Joel states gravely, making her giggle again. “And it won’t be your last.”
“I hope not!”
I grin at her flushed face. “Who do you want inside you tonight, girl?”
“I’ll fuck Candy,” Joel says before she answers, his voice low, “and you will fuck me.”
Wait a sec. My dick throbs just at the thought of doing Joel, and I never thought I’d be arguing this, not in a million years, but…
“We should talk first,” I hear myself say.
“About what?”