Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

He tilts his head up so that my mouth trails over his lashes, over his cheek. He grins at me, and it hits me square in the chest. I fist my hand in his hair, not sure what to do with this feeling, and with the heat pooling in my dick.

Candy shifts, puts her hand on my face, and I turn toward her. Her mouth draws me like a magnet, and I kiss her, licking at her lips. She kisses me back, and her taste lights up my blood, turns it into a burning current under my skin. I grip her hip, pull her closer, and take off her glasses.

I chuck them to the floor, and my dick twitches. I’ve wanted to do this since I met her.

My hand in Jet’s hair tightens, drawing a moan from him, and fuck. That sound… it goes straight to my cock.

Everything with these two goes straight to my cock, making it even harder, so hard it could drill through steel.

This is getting out of control.

She breaks the kiss, reaches for Jet. He goes willingly, and they kiss over me, her hair trailing over my arms, his body a line of fire against my side.

Oh fuck, this is even hotter.

The booze is singing in my blood, and Jet and Candy are making out in my lap, their bodies grazing the top of my leaking, throbbing cock with every movement.

I don’t know if I’m in heaven or in hell. I stroke Jet’s hair, lower my hand to the back of his neck—and slip my other hand around Candy’s back. Holding them both.

Mine, says a fierce voice in my head. It reverberates in my body. They’re mine.

When they finally break apart, breathing hard, mouths swollen from the kiss, I try to think of something to say, but coherent thinking is frankly beyond me. I want. I need. I’m pretty sure something big is about to go down between us, and I’m so raw with arousal I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m too desperate to come, and the situation is too close to my wet dreams and fantasies to stop it.

I want. I wanna try stuff. Touch and lick and kiss and suck. I pull them both to me, prepared to pick up where they stopped—when a ringing sound breaks through the haze.

Candy slips from under my arm and scrambles off the sofa, fumbling for something on the table.

Her bag, I realize when she throws it open and pulls out the source of the noise.

Her cell phone.

“Yeah? Bry, that you?” She turns her back to us as she talks to this Bry, her voice rising. “Are you all right? What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

I turn and find Jet’s eyes on me, a question in them. Scratch that, lots of questions in them—but only one I’m willing to think about right now.

“Yeah. I’ll be right over.” She nods, sighs. “Stay put, okay? Be there in ten.”

“Candy,” Jet starts, but I put a hand over his mouth. He’s not going off in the night after being dizzy and sick. He tries to bite me, then tries to pry my hand off his face, but I drag him to my chest, hold his head there, and he suddenly quiets and goes lax against me. “What’s going on?” I say. ”If you need to be somewhere, let me drive you. You’ve had a few drinks.”

“So did you. I’m fine, I promise, but ugh.” She kicks at the carpet. It makes me snort. She’s cute when she’s upset—and hot, with her long blond hair disheveled, her mouth reddened from all the kissing, her blouse askew.

Releasing Jet, I climb off the sofa, not caring that the bulge between my legs is so obvious, my dick still fully hard. “You sure? I’m much bigger than you. It takes much more booze to take me down than you.”

Her eyes darken as she looks me up and down. She likes that I’m so much bigger than her, I can tell. Her tits heave with a deep breath.

Fuck, if I get any harder, I’ll come in my pants.

I close the distance between us, tuck a blond curl behind her ear. “Candy…”

“Seriously, I’m fine.” She smiles up at me. “You’d better take care of Jet.”

“I’m fine,” Jet objects from the sofa, but we both ignore him.

“Got to run. God, I wish I could stay.” She twists away from me, grabs her purse and jacket from the table and hurries to the door. “Have fun without me!”

Groaning, I reach down to adjust my hard-on in my pants, and when I turn around, Jet is reaching for the bottle of whiskey.

He lifts it in my direction and smirks, giving me a heavy-lidded look. “So, are you gonna take care of me?”