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But dammit, I want it so damn bad, and J is so hard his dick could drill through steel.
“Hey, man.” I gesture vaguely at him. “Wanna give it a try?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he lifts a hand to the back of his neck. “Whatever. I’m secure in my sexuality.”
Yeah, sure. “Come here.”
“No, you come here.”
Like a pair of two-year-olds. But J is back in charge and a stupid grin splits my face, because this is familiar territory. Also, J hasn’t stormed off yet, so I consider this a win.
He glances down at my aching hard-on, and damn if his neck isn’t flushing, the red seeping into his face. It’s charming, and I’d be all over him already if I didn’t think he might still bolt.
Candy uncrosses her arms and puts a hand on Joel’s shoulder. “Don’t you care for Jet?” And her other hand curls behind my neck. “Isn’t he a handsome boy?”
Time stops as we wait for his reaction. Joel isn’t meeting my gaze, his eyes half-closed, thick lashes casting dark crescent shadows on his cheekbones.
Then he draws a ragged breath and grabs my arm, yanking me to him. I’m too shocked to do anything but go along as our sides collide. I wince and turn away reflexively, but his arm locks around my neck, leaving me no room for escape.
I like that. I like that he’s manhandling me just enough to make me feel trapped. In a good way. Like a statement, a declaration of his need for me.
Joel would never do anything against my will, never force me into anything. I meant it when I said I trusted him. I only hope he can trust me, too.
Candy’s winding her arms around us now, and her bare tits are right there, so I can’t help but steal a glance. I snort when I notice Joel doing the same.
“You boys are so sexy,” she whispers, and it’s like a lock coming open with a loud click. I feel it in my chest, a warmth seeping everywhere, traveling down to my cock and I lean into him. He’s still holding me in place with his arm around me.
She wants us. She wants us with her. With each other. She’s okay with this—no, more than okay: she needs it.
And I need it, too. Fuck waiting, fuck hoping. We only live once, right? I’m about to grab his face and kiss his mouth, and to hell with it.
Then he glances up, hauls me forward until our chests bump together and crushes his lips to mine.
His mouth is hard, demanding, his tongue slipping between my teeth at the first gasp I give. He tastes of dark sugar, lust and desperation.
I wonder if I taste that way, too.
Holy shit, I’m kissing Joel. Or rather, he’s kissing me. I’m too stunned to do much else than pant and shove my hand in his hair, gripping tight as he sucks on my lips, on my tongue, licking my teeth, the roof of my mouth until I’m groaning and pressing my body to his.
I jolt when our hard, bare dicks brush together. The pleasure stabs me deep, and I finally start kissing him back, the realization of what’s happening seeping into my brain, into my body, shooting to my cock.
Not close enough. Not nearly close enough. Have to feel more of his bare skin brushing mine, to touch him all over, to put my mouth on his muscular chest, his dick, his balls.
He growls deep in his throat, and another urge grips me—to submit. To bend over, bare my neck for him to bite.
The world has narrowed down to the two of us, the feel of his chest, his cock, his mouth, this never-ending kiss that’s turning me inside out and lighting up all my nerve endings.
Rough. His steel arm digging in my back, his hand splayed against my ribs, his stubble burning my lips as we kiss, open-mouthed and panting and struggling.
“I like this,” Candy’s soft voice says, her small hand stroking my neck. “How hungry you are for each other.”
Joel moans in my mouth as she strokes his pec and smooths her fingers down his six-pack. “Fuck.”
“So,” she leans in to whisper in his ear, “what will you do about it? You know…” She licks the spot under his ear, and he shudders. “About wanting him. I’ve fantasized about the two of you together…”
Joel pulls back, his breathing harsh. I see the war taking place behind his eyes, the want, the need, the conflict.
He thinks too much. I need to get him so worked up that busy brain of his will wind down.
