Candy Ever After (Hot Candy 2)

That’s not what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid I’ll like it too much.

“Tell me what you want, J,” he whispers.

But still I can’t speak.

“Guys do this all the time. It’s called experimenting.” His strong hand kneads my erection until I think I’ll go crazy. “You ever had a guy suck you? It’ll blow your mind.”

I manage to let go of the counter in order to grab his face and yank him to me. I kiss him hard, drowning in his taste.

Next thing I know he’s down on his knees, and wet heat surrounds my dick. Heat. Pressure. The rasp of a rough tongue. Gasping I look down at his dark head as he swallows me all the way, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping hard enough to leave bruises.

And I like it. Shit, it’s turning me on so much I’m groaning and rocking into his mouth like a manwhore. I can’t stop. Couldn’t if I tried.

His dark eyes flick up at me, amused and wide and wary as he takes me in so deep he chokes a little. But he doesn’t let up. I have one hand in his hair and the other on the counter, the only thing keeping me upright as he deep-throats me again.

“Jet, I’m gonna…” I grunt as the pressure in my balls starts to shatter. “Gonna come.”

He hums around my cock, his hands digging into the backs of my thighs, and I’m done.

Chapter Twenty Seven

JETHRO

Joel mock punches me, and I shove him back against the lockers of the changing rooms at the gym. “That all you got?” he teases, then shoves me right back.

If only he’d let me touch him in a different way, not so violent. Not to punch but caress him, not to tease but fucking kiss him…

But I guess that will stay a fantasy forever.

I don’t know how my day has gone from bad as hell to taking Joel’s cock down my throat, but I’m not one to complain. I’ve fantasized about this for a long time, and he tastes damn good. Clean, salty, sparkling on my tongue. He’s too big to swallow whole, but I do my best, sucking on him, licking, teasing with my tongue.

The way his big dick fills my mouth is a shot straight to my guts. I can feel my own cock swelling again, hanging heavy between my legs as I kneel on the cold floor, my jeans shoved down around my ankles, like bonds.

Oh God, yeah. I moan around his cock, and it jerks, salty precum seeping from the small slit on the head. I pull back a little, suck him back inside, lick the underside, doing to him every fucking thing I like done on me.

His fingers are pulling painfully on my hair, and he’s all but wrenching the counter off the wall, the way he’s gripping it with his other hand. His legs are shaking, his eyes are screwed shut, hair flopping in his face, and his mouth is slack.

He’s so damn hot.

Fuck, I’m about to shoot just from blowing him. I only hooked up with one guy before, in a bar, and he blew me in a stall in the men’s bathroom, but as for me, I’ve never gone down on a guy before.

Never really wanted to. Not until Joel, even though I knew before I met him I like dudes that way, not just chicks.

“Jet…” His breathless plea has me sucking harder, just to hear him moan, just to feel his dick twitch.

And it does. He gasps, hunching over me, his cock jumping in my mouth. “Jet, I’m gonna come.”

He tries to push me off him, tugging on my hair, but no way am I stopping now. I don’t budge, moaning softly as my dick throbs, demanding attention, and suck harder. Unable to stop myself, I drop a hand to my hard-on and wrap my hand around it.

Ah fuck.

He comes in my mouth in a rush of saltiness, his long moan filling the room, his hand convulsing in my hair. I swallow, suck, swallow another wave, and then…

My orgasm bursts from me, hitting me so hard I almost fall against his legs. I groan, riding the sharp edge of pleasure, while he’s still coming in my mouth, gasping my name.

Holy shit.

This day is going down in fucking history.