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“We wore you out?” He looks proud of himself, and it makes me want to laugh.
“It was pretty crazy.”
“Good crazy?”
“Crazy good.”
“She was only gone for three seconds,” Joel murmurs. “Still. Maybe she needs to eat something other than dick for a change.”
“Food,” Jet says, “would be good.”
On cue, his stomach grumbles, and he makes a pained face.
“You two…” Joel lifts up on his elbow and nuzzles my shoulder. “Someone has to run after you and feed you, or you’ll die of starvation.” He kisses my neck and I shiver. “Do you cook?”
“A little,” I squeak as his lips find a hypersensitive spot under my ear.
Nothing recognizable as food, sadly, but he doesn’t need to know that, does he?
He gives me a skeptical look. Oh boy, he seems to see right through me. If my cheeks get any hotter they’ll set the couch on fire.
“Oh hell, come on, both of you.” Joel hauls me up and delivers me to Jet who’s scrambling to his feet. “Let’s get you fed before you both pass out on me.”
“Sex marathons can be draining,” Jet drawls, setting me on my bare feet and licking his lips, glancing at my breasts.
“You speaking from experience?” Joel’s brow goes up in question.
Jet grins. “Do jacking-off marathons count?” He dances out of reach when Joel tries to grab him into a headlock. “So, we eat, then pick up where we left off.”
Jesus, how can he still be thinking of that? We just came, all three of us.
And aw shit, that alone makes my insides clench, and my breasts tingle, and I let a chuckling Jet tug me toward the kitchen, dazed.
***
I’m deposited in a chair at the kitchen table, and I tuck my legs under me, realizing with some delay that I’m still naked and streaked with cum.
Jet comes back with a wet cloth. I grab it from his hands and start cleaning myself.
He wanders away, chuckling softly, and that deep, rumbling sound makes my pussy throb. I shift uncomfortably on the hard chair—because my pussy has just seen a pounding unlike any in my life, and though happy and sated, it also feels used, in a good sense, if you know what I mean—and focus on cleaning myself up.
Until I catch Joel’s eye on me, and his semi-hard dick, and man, these boys are hornier than anything my imagination could ever conjure up.
“Let me do your back,” Jet says, grinning, and hell, he’s also semi-hard.
“I thought only teenagers could get it up again so quickly,” I half-heartedly grumble—mostly because, as mentioned earlier, my pussy needs a break, even if it clenches hopefully at the gorgeous, sexy sight.
“Joel is a fucking teenager.” Jet takes the cloth from me and starts washing my back. “I’m just sexed-up.”
“It’s the bananas.” Joel winks at me, brandishing a bunch of bananas, and I snort-laugh.
So sexy, Candy—but seriously…
I twist to look at Jet over my shoulder. “So you really like bananas? That wasn’t Joel teasing me?”
“Nah, it’s my favorite fruit.” Jet steps around me and eyes the bowl where Joel is mixing up something. “Don’t judge, okay? It’s good, sweet, filling, and easy. It’s not like my parents ever cooked anything, and…”
A beat of silence.
