Hurriedly, I pull my thumb free.
Candy props herself up on her elbows, her mouth reddened from Joel’s kisses. Her bra is gone and my dick starts dripping inside my pants at the sight of her pretty tits. She’s so damn sexy, sometimes I can’t believe she’s real.
Control, Jet.
I lean over her to taste her mouth, and she drags me down, kissing me back. Breaking the kiss is a struggle, but I have to, or I’ll end up being the one fucking her, and to hell with anything else.
And that’s not in the plans for tonight. Tonight it’s about Joel.
It could be the only time, the first and last time he allows this, and I need to do it.
Candy nods at me, giving me a faint smile as I sit back on my heels, and Joel bends over her again, kissing her.
Then he grabs her knees and spreads her legs wider. She’s taken off her panties and I catch a glimpse of her flushed pussy.
“Fuck,” Joel whispers reverently and I groan.
He glances at me, and that look, a mixture of raw need, apprehension and nerves has my dick swelling more.
With the sharp edge of desire I’m riding tonight, honed on fear and a bit of anger, I can’t control myself, no matter how I try. I grab his face and crush our lips together.
Not sure where the anger is coming from, to be honest. I guess that’s where my mind retreats when fear meets despair.
I kiss him long and good before I release his jaw, and I taste blood in his mouth. He hisses when I stroke his swollen cheek before drawing back.
Okay, maybe part of the anger is for his fucking dad, but hey, anger is anger, and it makes me reckless.
Like fear does. It’s a fine line.
I lick one last time at Joel’s mouth, sliding my hand lower, to his throat, cutting off his air for a moment, feeling him swallow against my palm. Seeing the blue in his eyes get sucked into black, feeling his strong body tremble.
Shit, it’s taking all I have not to push him facedown on the bed and get inside him here and now.
He reaches for my belt and unbuckles it. I hiss when he unzips my pants, yanking them down my thighs, and takes hold of my cock. My hand drops to his chest when he squeezes and tugs, my breath catching.
Candy sits up, too, to stroke my chest, pinch my nipples, and kiss my mouth. Joel joins in and we touch and tease and rub together until I can’t fucking take it anymore. Candy tugs Joel’s briefs down, freeing his dick, and we stroke it until he growls deep in his throat.
Enough games.
I guide Joel’s cock to Candy’s pussy, rubbing the flared head against her folds. She gasps and he groans, and it takes him two seconds to push inside her and lay her down on her back, his back curving over her as he starts to fuck her.
Good. That’s good. That’s… hell, that’s so damn hot I have to bite the inside of my cheek so hard I break the skin not to come as they rock together.
Need to hurry.
Quickly I pour oil in my hand and dribble some in the crack of Joel’s tight ass. He doesn’t seem to notice, focused on thrusting in and out of Candy’s heat, so I take advantage to slip a finger inside him.
He feels that, because he tenses, his ass clenching so hard around my finger it almost breaks my bones. “Jet.”
“You asked for it,” I say, more harshly than I intended, but hell, he begged for it. Still. “Changed your mind?”
A hesitation, then, “No.” And he pushes back, taking my finger deeper and moaning at the breach.
Drawing shaky breath after shaky breath, resisting the urge to jack off until I come, I add another finger, opening him up. It’s tricky, because he’s moving, his ass cheeks clenching every time he thrusts into Candy, and her breathless moans are distracting.
Instead, I use my other hand to tease his balls, rub the sensitive skin behind them, as I scissor my fingers, spreading him more.
Pulling my fingers out, I rub oil all over my dick until it’s slippery and glistening, and take another deep breath.