Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

Candy is kissing Joel while I pull on a condom and coat my fingers and cock in lube, and it keeps distracting me from the task at hand.

Fuck, I sure can see why Joel likes watching so much, though for me not any couple would do it. But seeing him with Candy, the two people I want with a gut-wrenching desire is enough to almost make me come on the spot.

His dark head is bowed over hers, his arms around her, biceps bulging as he hauls her closer to better angle his mouth against hers. A groan rumbles through his chest, and the sound leaves me gasping and reaching for my dick.

This is insane. How can every single thing they do turn me on? And why do I get this distinct feeling that taking Candy together tonight won’t be enough? That sex with her is not enough, period?

With her and Joel, but that’s another can of worms, because at least Candy kisses me, touches me, has sex with me—while Joel keeps his distance at all cost.

Well, except from the way he hugged me in the shower earlier, that he let me jack him off the other day, but those are exc

eptions. Moments in time when he forgot to freak out about being so close to another guy.

To me. About caring about me, or getting hard for me.

Candy reaches for me, startling me, her small, smooth hand sliding up my cheek. “Kiss me,” she whispers, and how can I say no? She tastes of sugar, but also of Joel’s darker essence, and I drink it all in, licking inside her mouth, fucking it with my tongue until we’re both breathless.

Until Joel curls his hand at the back of my neck, sliding his fingers into my hair, making me shudder, leaning close to us, so close that I think he might join in the kiss—but he doesn’t. His hand on my neck tightens, tugging on my hair, pulling my head back.

I break the kiss and stare at him, panting. “What?”

His eyes are kind of unfocused, pupils dilated to hell. “Jet.” He’s staring at my mouth. I think. I lift my hand to it, to wipe it.

He blinks. Turns to Candy. Strokes her mouth, slips his thumb between her lips, moans when she sucks on it. “Holy shit. Beg for my cock, baby.”

“Please,” she whispers, licking his thumb. “Please, Joel.”

“Jet, we gotta do it now, man.” He pulls back his hand, swallows convulsively. “My dick hurts.”

With a groan, I slather more lube on my cock, so much that it’s dripping on the sheets, and get behind Candy.

Fuck, her ass is just the thing for me. Round and heart-shaped, it fills my hands like a dream. My hands, slippery with lube, slip easily between her ass cheeks and tease her hole. I stroke over it again and again, feeling it spasm under my touch, feeling her whole body jerk.

I’m gonna make it so good for you, sugar.

Meanwhile, Joel is kissing her, playing with her. I see his hands moving, from her nipples down her belly to toy with her clit. His hand slides down her seam, touching mine where I play with her ass.

He glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a small grin, and grabs her hips to lift her up, to push inside her. I know the exact moment his cock breaches her pussy because she moans his name and tenses up, back arching, her long blond hair swishing on her back.

Fucking sexy, this girl.

I give her a moment to get used to Joel’s big cock, to lower herself, take him all in, before I brush her back opening again.

“Oh please…” She tries to see what I’m doing, twisting her body, but she’s impaled on Joel’s dick and his hands keep her still, even as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Steady,” he rasps, his voice gone so deep with arousal it vibrates in my bones and raises the hairs on my arms. “Hell, girl.”

I circle her hole with my fingertip, push inside. She whines, held still by Joel’s hands, or maybe it’s the shock of being filled simultaneously by Joel and me. I stroke her inside, biting back a gasp when her heat sucks me in, then add a second finger.

“Okay, Sugar Pop?” I keep stroking, slow, measured movements against her smooth inner walls. “Want me to stop?”

“No. No, don’t…” She breathes out. “Don’t stop.”

Not sure I could. “Tell me if it hurts.”

At her nod, I scissor my fingers, opening her up, and she gasps. She’s holding on to Joel’s arms for dear life, bent slightly forward, giving me access.

I may be in love with this girl.