Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

“I’d have her sit on my lap,” he says, his voice dropping, his eyes closing. “On my cock. Pull her down with me. Tell me.”

“Fuck, I can’t…” I need to come. My brain is fizzling, on overload.

“Tell me, J. Need this.”

Hell. I fumble with my zipper, grip my cock and swallow a moan. “Rip off her bra. Suck… suck on her tits. Fuck…” My cock is hot and heavy in my hand. My knees feel weak. “Fuck her, Jet…”

“I’m fucking her.” His hand is stroking faster now, sliding up and down his dick. “Fucking her hard. Damn, she’s so tight, J… I barely fit inside her. You should join us. Gnh…” His head falls back, mouth half-open. “Tell me more.”

“Shit. Lie on your back. Have her ride you. Fill her up. Slap her ass, oh God…” My dick swells in my hand, dribbling precum. I’ll fall if I don’t sit down, so I lower myself g

ingerly on the edge of the bed.

With Jet lying down on his back right beside me, like I told him to, his gaze fixed on my cock, his teeth biting into his lower lip as he jacks himself off frantically.

A sheen of sweat covers his bare upper body. His strong chest is rising and falling fast, his breathing is labored. His dick is slick and wet, the head disappearing into his fist, then sliding out again, flushed dark.

“I’m fucking her so damn hard,” he pants, and I can’t take my eyes off him, even as my balls draw up, tight and hot. “She wants you, J. I could get her ready for you. Tell me what you want.”

This is insane. My hand is strangling my dick, and my stomach is clenched so hard I know I’m about to come, his words playing over and over in my mind.

Jet fucking Candy.

Candy riding him.

Me, taking over, fucking her from behind.

Us. Together.

No fucking way. No way, this could never happen, this is…

I come so hard I see white, my cock jerking in my hand, my cum bursting hot from the tip. Groaning, I hunch over and shake with the force of it as I spray my load over my hand, the sheets and half the bed.

“Ah yeah. Fuck.” Jet’s hips lift off the bed, and he comes all over his chest in long strings of white. “Shit.”

What the fuck just happened? I stare at him, his lean, strong form laid out, the cum on his chest, then down at myself, my still semi-hard cock in my hand, my spunk all over.

Jet is bisexual. He proposed a threesome with me and Candy. And we just jacked off together.

Again.

I came. The evidence is covering half the bed. I got off to this fantasy with my best friend, who more or less admitted to wanting me, when I couldn’t get off while fucking girls for the past year.

I’m not even sure what I’m doing or where the hell I’m going as I get up and pull up my pants, but the walls are closing in around me. I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here.

So that’s what I do.

Chapter Twelve

JETHRO

“You’re a fucking idiot, Jet,” Joel says, like always, but sometimes it stings.

Because he doesn’t mean it, but he’s right. I want things, hope for things that can’t happen, and no matter how often life screws me over, I still get up and try again.

Like the time my dad decided to slap me around for asking for ice cream one Sunday morning. It didn’t stop me from asking again. I wanted ice cream too much.

Same with Joel. I want him too much to stop, no matter how many times I slam into a wall.