“Want us?” I mutter, placing my hands on her waist, kissing her neck from behind, shifting my hips to let her feel my hard-on against her perfect ass. “Like last night?”
Her head falls back against my shoulder. “What about your headache?”
“Fuck the headache.” I thrust against her to show her I mean it. Big time. She turns toward me, finds my mouth again, slips her tongue inside, touches mine.
Mindblowing.
Joel leans back, rubbing himself through his briefs. “Fuck, I wanna watch you do her, Jet. Want that, Candy? Want me to watch you come on his cock?”
When she turns around fully with a wicked smile on her face and starts taking off my T-shirt, well… I guess that’s all the answer we need.
***
Things get a little hazy after I suit up, and she sinks down on my cock. I’m still coming to grips with the fact she came back, came to check on me, that she’s wanted us all along, and that she’s now riding me, her pretty tits bouncing in front of me.
Pressure is gathering fast behind my balls and in my dick. I gather her against my chest, needing to feel her closer, skin to skin, feel her tits and her belly and her whole body against mine as I rock up into her heat.
She found me. She came for me, helped me find a job, wants me, and it feels as if I was in pieces and I’m being put back together. I want to bury myself in her, I want her and Joel to surround me, crush me between them.
Let me know they won’t let me go.
She’s panting against my neck, our sweaty bodies sliding together. God, this is good. I like it soft. But can’t take it for long. I also need rough.
As if reading my mind, my need, probably because it echoes his own in a way, Joel reaches up and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls my head back
.
“Fuck her harder,” he hisses. “Make her come, man.”
The sharp sting in my skull spurs me on. His words send an electric bolt to my cock and grabbing her hips, I slam her down on my hard-on, faster and faster. She moans my name and clenches around my dick, all silken fire, and gasps as she comes, her nails leaving furrows down my back.
Oh shit. I fall back on the pillows and she rides me some more, her ponytail slipping over her shoulder to slap my chest as her pussy milks my dick, making it jerk with aftershocks.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, my pulse beating in my temples, in my neck, in my dick, in my ass. My hands tighten on her hips. “I think I’m out of cum.”
She laughs, and that sends more shocks through my semi-hard cock. I groan, trying to keep her still. She’ll be the death of me.
A good death, though, all things considered.
“Ready for round two?” Joel says, his voice all low and raspy, and fuck if my dick doesn’t valiantly try to harden again.
She shifts off me, wincing a little, and I help her, hissing between my teeth as she lifts off my dick. “What do you have in mind?”
“You, sitting on my dick.” His voice is growing huskier with every passing second. “My hands all over you. My mouth on your tits. And Jet…”
I blink at him, still out for the count, lying on my back. Only my dick is up. Or trying to get there. “What?”
“We do this together.” His gaze collides with mine, serious and dark with arousal. “Need you closer, Jet.”
Not sure what he has in mind, but I push myself to a sitting position and settle beside them. “I’m here. Always.”
Watching as he gives a slight nod, and as he gathers her to his chest, seals her mouth with his.
The sight makes my mouth water. I wasn’t sure I could get it up so fast, but now I know better. My dick is already hard as a rock and leaking.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you, girl,” Joel breathes, and she raises herself, letting him in. I watch her face as she sinks down, taking him in, emotions flitting over her features—discomfort, shock, always shock at his size, then pleasure.
They’re rocking together, and I might blow my load just from looking at them. I put my hand on Joel’s shoulder, knead the muscles there, then slide my hand down his back, between his shoulder blades.