Candy Boys (Hot Candy 1)

Chapter Twenty Two

CANDY

Title: Own Me

From Candy Boys (Blog serial)

“We own you,” he tells me as they both slide home, filling me up. “Every part of you.”

“This isn’t the frigging Middle Ages,” I inform them, moaning at the double intrusion, welcoming it. “You can’t own people. I’d come willingly with you two, though.”

Oh yeah, I’ll come. I’m coming. My kitty clenches hard, and my body shudders. Oh my God…

“Well, there’s at least one part of her we don’t own,” J-Two mutters. “That mouth.”

“Told you that you should have stuffed it with something,” J-One replies.

They’re inside me. Both of them.

My thoughts are frozen, stuck on this little fact, even as my body is moving, stretching, struggling to accommodate their thick cocks.

And then they start moving. Thrusting into me. Holding me still as they slide in and out of me. It’s uncomfortable at first. I’m too full. Too stretched. Despite all the lube th

ey’ve used, despite being so wet for them, it’s still not easy, taking them both at the same time.

Heck, taking one of them at a time was already pushing it. They’re not small, these boys.

But as they find a rhythm, driving into me at the same time, their cocks sparking off every single erogenous spot, the discomfort fades and blinding pleasure hits.

I claw at Joel’s biceps, my mouth opening in a wordless cry, as my body clenches so hard I see stars. I’m not coming yet, but suddenly I’m right there, balancing on a razor-sharp edge, heat racing up and down my spine, my breasts tingling, my pussy pulsing.

“Oh yeah,” Joel breathes, pounding faster, deeper into me. “Fuck, Jet, I can feel you—”

“Feel you, too,” Jet bites out, his grip bruising on my hips as he rocks into me in hard, short thrusts. “Goddammit.”

I’m gasping for breath, can’t get enough air, this is too much, so frigging good, and…

“God, oh God,” I chant as I come, white-hot pleasure unfurling in my belly. My pussy tightens so hard around Joel’s cock I groan, riding him, riding them both hard.

I think I may be dying of pleasure. Dark spots are swimming in my eyes. I clench again, and again, distantly aware that Joel is swearing, his cock jerking inside me, and that Jet…

Jet is still thrusting, but then he’s coming, too, moaning my name, his cock pulsing inside my ass. Triggering another series of mini-shocks that shoot straight to my pussy, where I tighten around Joel…

Who rocks inside me again, still half-hard, gasping, his mouth open, his eyes wide.

“Holy fuck,” he manages, and his dick pulses again, and I tighten, and we all moan. “This is cracked.”

Yeah, pretty cracked. Incredible. The world shatters into a million bright pieces, and I fall among them, light as a feather. Heavy as a stone.

They both cradle me in their arms as I come down from the high, shaky and limp and so frigging emotional my eyes are filling up with tears, and I cling to them, my heart close to bursting.

Not even in my wildest fantasies had I imagined it would feel like this. How does one go back to writing a story when reality is so much better?

***

Somehow we find ourselves on the living room sofa, eating waffles with chocolate syrup and—you guessed it—bananas. Looks like Joel has been putting that cookbook to good use.

His banana, too. Oh God…