Candy Boys (Hot Candy 1)

The blunt head of his cock presses into me. It’s so muc

h larger than the dildos I’ve used, and it’s pushing into me, an unrelenting pressure that has me gasping.

“Shh,” Candy whispers against my lips.

Does she know what’s happening?

“Do you…?” My voice breaks on another groan as his cock pops inside me, sliding deep, filling me up so that I hunch forward. Joel’s hand on my back pushes me forward more.

“Holy shit,” Candy whispers as I lower her to the mattress, her blond hair fanning out around her, her eyes wide. “He’s fucking you, isn’t he?”

I can’t speak, lost in the feel of both of them—Candy’s pussy gripping my dick, Joel’s cock inside me. I drop my forehead on hers, trying to get my bearings.

Joel slides out a little, then slams back inside me, and I cry out, pushing into Candy. She clamps around my cock, and my mind implodes.

Memories? What memories? What danger? I’m a shiver of pleasure caught between two bodies, a burning flame. He pushes into me, and I thrust into her. Her mouth licks mine, and I can only hang on as Joel picks up speed, pounding into me.

Candy arches her back, clenching and unclenching around my dick. “God, this is so hot! Holy crap…”

I want to lick her nipples, stroke her until she comes, but I can’t. I’m caught between them. Suspended. Buffeted from every direction. I’m distantly aware I’m moaning loudly, grunting, harsh, hoarse sounds I didn’t think could come from me.

“Jet…” Joel breathes on the back of my neck, and damn, he bites down hard.

My body jolts. My dick jerks. I howl, thrust in a storm of pleasure, barely aware of Candy clawing at my shoulders, but then her pussy closes around my dick like a vise, and I’m gone.

The pleasure is sharp and overwhelming, slicing through me like a blade, breaking me to pieces. I shake and buck and rock and try to take it.

No way. I come so hard everything goes white, and then black.

***

I come to with Candy smiling brilliantly up at me and Joel cursing, still pumping in my ass.

“Holy fucking hell,” he mutters, and I feel his cock lurch inside me again and again before he slumps on my back. “Shit.”

I’m crushing Candy. Blinking the stars from my eyes, I do a push-up, and Joel curses again.

“Don’t. Move.” He hisses as he starts pulling out, still semi-hard, and I bite on the inside of my cheek as wisps of pain/pleasure rock me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I shake my head, but a grin tugs at my mouth. “You big-dicked son of a bitch.”

Joel snorts.

Candy giggles.

I just stay there, on all fours, not sure how long before I collapse back on top of her. I feel…boneless. Light. Like I’m floating on air.

Joel pulls me off Candy, rolls me on my back and stares down at the both of us. I can’t read his face. Then again, my brain is mush, like my body. Not sure I can formulate a coherent sentence, or move a fucking finger.

Stick a fork in me, I’m done.

Joel rubs a hand over his face, glances down at his dick. He frowns.

Uh oh. He’s thinking. Overthinking. Probably about to freak out at what happened. This weird I’m-not-gay mantra he’s obsessed with.

I turn my head to Candy, gather the last shreds of energy hiding in my body. “Tackle-hug Joel?”

She looks as exhausted as I feel, but she grins. “Oh yeah.”