“Please.” She’s reaching for us. Her cheeks are rosy. Her lashes look wet. “I want it.”
Will she be able? Can she take us both?
“It won’t be easy,” I mutter, annoyed at myself because I’m fucking dying to do it.
Joel nods. “Let’s take a break.”
“A break?” She sits up, and I can’t even pretend to look away from her tits as they sway in front of me. “You’re both hard.”
Hard? Ha. There has to be a better description for the state of Joel’s dick and mine. Stiff like golf clubs. Hard like lava rock. Swollen like the trunks of small trees.
My balls hurt. I push down my hard-on, wincing, I’m so damn ready to shoot.
Candy climbs to her knees and clambers on Joel’s lap, throwing an arm around my neck, pulling me close. “I want it. Tonight.” She licks her lips. “I want us to try.”
Us. The word sends a shockwave through me. Is there an ‘us’ in the picture?
Joel glances at me again, grins, flashing that sexy dimple. “I like the sound of that.”
Then he pulls us both, falling back on the bed, until we’re sprawled
on top of him, and he makes a grab for something on his nightstand.
Turns out he had lube all along.
Candy is looking down at him uncertainly, sitting in his lap. I’m lying beside him, propped on my elbow, my other hand lazily stroking my dick.
Joel dumps two condoms and the bottle of lube between us and winks. “Here we go.”
I wish I could grin back and wink. I’m aching with lust. And I’m nervous, because it’s obvious he considers me the ass expert and leaving that part to me.
Not that I’m complaining. Like I said, I love asses. The idea of taking her up there is making my vision dark and my body tight with desire. But I’m afraid to hurt her. I may not be Joel, and my dick’s not a monster dick, but it’s not on the small side, either. At all.
“Having second thoughts, fucker?” Joel asks, and I shake my head.
“Nope.” With Candy sitting on Joel’s lap, her tits hanging heavy between them and miles of creamy skin on display, with her glistening pussy spread and ready and the prospect of fucking her at the same time as Joel—fuck, feeling him inside her as I thrust, joined through her…
Her gaze locks with mine, sending more heat pooling behind my balls, making my dick weep. Worry is swept away in a fucking tsunami of need.
“I hope you’re ready, Candy girl,” I mutter. “Your pretty ass is mine.”
***
Candy is kissing Joel while I pull on a condom and coat my fingers and cock in lube, and it keeps distracting me from the task at hand.
Fuck, I sure can see why Joel likes watching so much, though for me not any couple would do it. But seeing him with Candy, the two people I want with a gut-wrenching desire is enough to almost make me come on the spot.
His dark head is bowed over hers, his arms around her, biceps bulging as he hauls her closer to better angle his mouth against hers. A groan rumbles through his chest, and the sound leaves me gasping and reaching for my dick.
This is insane. How can every single thing they do turn me on? And why do I get this distinct feeling that taking Candy together tonight won’t be enough? That sex with her is not enough, period?
With her and Joel, but that’s another can of worms, because at least Candy kisses me, touches me, has sex with me—while Joel keeps his distance at all cost.
Well, except from the way he hugged me in the shower earlier, that he let me jack him off the other day, but those are exceptions. Moments in time when he forgot to freak out about being so close to another guy.
To me. About caring about me, or getting hard for me.
Candy reaches for me, startling me, her small, smooth hand sliding up my cheek. “Kiss me,” she whispers, and how can I say no? She tastes of sugar, but also of Joel’s darker essence, and I drink it all in, licking inside her mouth, fucking it with my tongue until we’re both breathless.