Both of us, I realize, as he teases Candy’s mouth with his cock until she opens up and takes him in. He wobbles a little where he’s kneeling in front of her, his eyes rolling up before he closes them.
“Yeah,” he rasps, and it’s like a code word shooting straight to my cock, bypassing my conscious thought. A switch has been flipped.
I start thrusting into her, shallow thrusts that have me gritting my teeth, she’s so tight. Pushing her forward, letting Joel steady her, I manage to rock into her for real, and it’s so fucking good it blows my mind.
Fire is pooling at the base of my spine. My skin is too tight. My balls ache. Her pussy’s gripping me so hard I see stars.
And Joel… he’s thrusting slowly into her mouth, his jaw slack, his eyes hazy. “God, girl. Yeah, take it. More.”
Muscles ripple in his powerful thighs as he rocks between her lips, his stomach clenching, that unbelievable six-pack perfect and damn sexy. Then he lets go of his cock to tangle his fingers in her hair, controlling her movement, thrusting deeper.
“Jet, come on, man.” His lashes lift and he meets my eyes, his such a brilliant blue they’re like the sky. “Do it. I want to see her come. See you come. Right the fuck now.”
Oh fuck, yeah. Take control, J. Control me.
My dick swells more, and I hunch over, losing my breath. This is blowing my mind. I’m about to come, and it’s going to be off the charts. This is too much—too much pressure, too much pleasure, too much stimulation from every direction.
Dropping my hand from her breast to her pussy, I stroke her clit in time with my thrusts, and I feel it, feel her shudder as she starts coming apart.
Chapter Nineteen
CANDY
Title: Resistance is Futile
From Candy Boys (Blog serial)
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Come for me, Candy.”
As if I have a choice.
Still, I ask, “And if I don’t?”
He grunts. “Then we’ll fuck you harder.”
Now we’re talking.
My body shakes uncontrollably as I come again, impaled on Jet’s cock. God, I can’t… can’t stop coming, he feels so good inside me, especially when he lets out a low moan, his cock jerking, the heat of his cum scorching even through the condom.
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Jet inside me, and Joel in my mouth, so thick and hard. I suck on him sloppily, unable to focus as fireworks are still exploding in my body.
Then he’s coming, too, groaning as his dick jerks and shoots in my mouth. I start to swallow, choking on his cum, when he pulls out and comes all over my breasts, his blue eyes wide.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers, then grunts, shooting again. His cum is hot. He’s hot as he comes, mouth parted, cheeks flushed, hunched slightly over, those abs clenched tight, his fist around his big cock.
And he’s still hard.
Whoa.
I look up from his cock to meet his eyes. They’re still dazed, but a gleam has entered them, and a dark brow has gone up in question.
Can I take him? My pussy is still clenching around Jet’s cock, and his hand is still between my legs, resting on top of my mound, a warm pressure.
“Looks like big boy wants in, too,” Jet drawls in my ear, sending shivers skittering down my spine. “What do you say, Sugar Pop?”
Joel’s other brow goes up at the endearment. My cheeks are burning. I’m caught between pleasure and embarrassment, in a net of affection and desire and confusion.