Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

But nothing happens. Another breath, and she’s still holding me, and it’s like a drug, her warmth, her body touching mine.

“I’m good at math and science. But I…” I close my eyes. “I have some trouble with English. Literature.” I snort softly, suddenly amused at how fucking ridiculous this sounds. “Books. I have trouble with books. Hell.”

“You have trouble with what—reading?” She lifts her head to give me a wide-eyed stare. “You serious?”

“Deadly.” I fight the heat about to flood my face. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“What for?”

“I should never have applied for this job.”

“Why did you?”

I shake my head. Tell myself to shut up. But I can’t. “To see you again.”

Her hand lifts to my face, trails over my jaw, my mouth. My dick hardens, the jeans too restrictive. “It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not, dammit.” I breathe against her fingers, and she shivers. She rubs them over my mouth, covers it with her palm. “It’s just…too many changes these past days. And Joel…” Fuck. Fuck.

“What about Joel?”

“Nothing.” I want him. I want you. And I don’t know what he really wants.

“I will help you.” My brows arch, but she won’t let me speak. “With your lessons. With the reading. With the books. And I’ll talk to Donna. Keep her off your back.”

I shift on the bench, my trapped cock aching. I could use some help there, too, especially when she slips her thumb between my lips, stroking the inside. I suck on her smooth flesh, groan around it.

She pulls it out, her eyes round like saucers behind her glasses. A flush has spread on her neck and chest, and her nipples are so hard they poke through her clothes, drawing my gaze.

What is she doing to me? I never thought I’d want anyone the way I want Joel, but she’s gaining another foothold in my thoughts every day, and her face and voice fill my fantasies at night.

“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her, breathless. What is this game she’s playing with me? If she touches me again, I might just come in my pants. Or I may tell her more, tell her everything.

Fuck, no.

“Have you considered that I may want to help you?” Her hand hovers over my chest, and has she realized how hard I’m panting, how hard I am?

“Why?”

“Because.” She gets up, leaving me hard and aching and confused. The darkness in her eyes is shocking. It matches the darkness writhing inside me, and her voice is so low I barely hear it as she turns to go. “I want you.”

Chapter Thirteen

CANDY

Title: Heavenly Promises

From Candy Boys (Blog serial)

“I want you,” I tell J-One, straddling his strong thighs and grinding myself on his cock, so hard and hot through his pants. “Now.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he says with a smirk and kisses me, then grabs J-Two and hauls him closer. “You’ll have both of us.”

Sounds like heaven.

I shouldn’t have said that. Shouldn’t have done that, offered to help. Touched his face. Seen how turned-on he was, how he fought not to touch me back.

This is turning into a constant. And next time I’m not sure I will be able to stop myself from climbing on his lap and going at it.