Candy Boys (Hot Candy 1)

“Riot.” I moan his name as he swiped the sponge down, over my sensitive clit, spreading me, stroking me.

He says nothing, breathing fast against my neck, his mouth branding me. His cock is hard in the small of my back, hot and throbbing.

The sponge glides back up, and back down. I grab the edges of the bathtub, my body arching backward as he does it again. I’m going to come. There’s no way to stop it. He’s just going to—

“Fuck, Pax.” He drops the sponge and pushes two fingers inside me.

I cry out, clenching around his fingers, my body going supernova. The pleasure washes through me in great ripples, taking away my breath. Again. And again.

Holy crap.

“God.” He nips at my neck, his hard-on huge at my back. “Need you. Oh fuck.”

“Please.” Can’t form the words to tell him. “Inside me.”

“No condom. Not here.”

“No need. I’m on the pill.” I frown. “If you’re clean. Tested—”

“I’m tested. Get tested every month. Never done it without a condom, Pax. Ever. With any woman.”

I blink, absorbing this.

He shifts, leans back. “Do you want me?” His voice is rough and throaty. Sexy.

“Yes.” No doubt about it.

He lifts my thighs so that my feet are braced on the bathtub, and strokes his thumb down my seam. Then he pushes his cock into me.

I gasp. He’s lying back in the water, and I’m sitting on top of him, his cock slowly sinking into me. It feels so much bigger this way, like it’s going to split me apart, but it also feels good, so good I can’t help but moan as he stretches me.

“It’s weird,” I gasp again, “not to see your face.”

He sits up again, and the angle of the penetration changes, his cock pressing forward, increasing the pressure, his piercings rubbing inside me. So incredibly good...We both cry out this time as he rocks into me, his arms coming around my waist, pressing me to him.

“I’m here,” he whispers in my ear. “Behind you. Under you. Inside you.”

Holy shit, no way to forget about that, not with his big cock filling me so completely, the barbells sending sparks into my belly with every tiny shift.

I rock back into him, and he hisses.

“Fuck, yeah. Do it again.”

I do, rolling my hips and oh God, the pleasure. I’m shaking with it. It’s different than when he was stroking me, or getting me off with his fingers. This is deeper and sharper and as he pumps in and out, his cock sliding against my inner walls, it’s almost pain, but it’s not.

It’s mind-blowing pleasure, pressure that’s mounting and mounting, until I can’t take anymore without shattering.

He groans, reaching down my belly to where we’re joined. He likes feeling it, and when he brushes his thumb over my clit, I jerk and the pressure crests.

God, oh God...I come apart, moaning, shuddering, stars exploding against my eyelids. And then he comes, too, calling out my name, and the rush of his cum fills me and overflows, hot like fire inside me.

We rock together, riding the aftershocks, panting and splashing in the cooling water. He’s trembling, his arms tight around me, his cock still twitching in my core.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice catching on a moan. “Fuck…”

“Yeah.”

He slides his hands up, caressing my sides. He kisses my neck. “Didn’t mean to do this,” he breathes. “I only wanted to help you feel better.”