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So you can imagine my fucking surprise when he says in the low, gravelly voice he has when he’s aroused, “Jet, I want you to fuck me.”
Candy produces a squeaky noise, and he turns his attention back to her. “You do?” she whispers.
“I… think so?” Now he sounds uncertain again.
Dammit. Just when my dick was getting the message and getting trigger happy, leaking in my briefs.
I sit up. “J. What’s going on?”
“Is it a problem?” he asks darkly, brows knitting. He glances from me to Candy.
“No problem!” She fans herself. “I’d totally pay to watch.”
A flush spreads over Joel’s cheekbones. “Not right now, I mean… I’ve been thinking about it, that’s all.”
This conversation is all weird with me sitting on the bed, my dick pitching the tent of a lifetime between my legs, and the two of them standing there.
“Come here.” I reach for him, snag the hem of his sweater and drag him down with me. “Candy, too.”
She climbs onto the bed and snuggles into my side. She pats my hard-on, and sticks her tongue out at me.
“Candy,” I groan, still tugging on Joel’s sweater. “We need to talk.”
“But I want to play with your cock.” She pats it again, and I pant at the pleasure shooting through my balls. “It’s so hard.”
Joel’s gaze strays to my dick, too, and he sits down beside me. Oh, it was that fucking easy, was it? Just distract Joel with my hard-on.
And he’s just as hard as I am.
Candy shifts against me and the feel of her boobs mashed to my side makes me groan. Her nipples ar
e taut, tight points through the layers of fabric. I turn my head, burying my nose in the crook of her neck, dizzy with her sweet smell. I swear, the girl either rubs toffee over her skin every morning, or she eats so much of it that it soaks through her pores.
Either way, she’s addictive.
I need to talk to Joel, find out what brought about his sudden change of heart, this announcement out of the blue about me fucking him—but her hand kneads my cock, derailing my thoughts.
I clutch at her, digging my fingers into her waist, hoping I won’t leave bruises but unable to relax my hold. I want… Both of them. Touching me. Kissing me. Owning me.
Tonight the feeling’s stronger than on most days. Maybe it’s the fucking nightmares that kept me up again all night. Maybe it’s Joel’s uncertainty. Maybe it’s this looming family reunion we’re planning, and although I’m curious to see how it plays out, I’m also stressed about it.
Families, in my experience, spell trouble and heartache and death.
Candy’s hand is warm, the heat seeping through my pants, her small fingers strong as she strokes me. My eyes are falling closed as my balls tighten and my cock twitches.
I try, though. “J… We hafta talk… Damn…”
He chuckles softly and pushes me on my back on the bed. My head lands on the pillows and then hands are on my pants, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, pulling the clothes down. Leaving me naked.
“He’s so gorgeous,” Candy whispers.
“Yeah,” Joel says hoarsely.
The hands move to my dick, gripping it, tugging on it, and I throw my head back, moaning. My body is on fire. Joel may take a lot to lose control, but I’m the opposite. Control is usually out of my reach when it comes to these two. My body chases after the pleasure, the touch, the thrill before my conscious brain has a chance to engage in any attempt to stop it for whatever reasons.
Fuck the reasons.
Besides, I’ll talk to Joel—as soon as I come and the blood stops flowing down to my dick, leaving me light-headed. I’ll need to restart my brain first, but it’ll be worth it. I’ll just—
