“I’m right here,” I say again and fist my dick with my other hand, stroking myself as they fuck. His gaze flicks to my crotch and he draws an uneven breath, his eyes gleaming.
He really likes seeing me like this. It turns him on, no matter how he fights it. If only he’d do more than watch… The urge to bite his neck, mark him again, has my breath catching in my throat, but I know he won’t let me, not with Candy here. He doesn’t think he needs me that way when there’s a chick to fuck.
She grips his strong shoulders, riding him faster, and like he promised, he sucks on her tits until she moans out loud and shudders. He chokes on a groan, his hips jerking, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from joining them as they cling to each other and rock madly, riding their orgasms.
My dick is wet and aching, and I stroke myself harder, hunching over, needing to come.
“Joel…” Candy kisses him, then turns to me. “Would you boys try something for me?”
“Anything you want.” He’s panting, still buried inside her. “What do you need, baby girl?”
“You know I fantasized about you two for a long time,” she says.
I slow my stroking, gripping the base of my dick, caught between the urgent need to come and curiosity for what she’s about to say.
She slowly, carefully shifts out of Joel’s lap. He gasps, grits his teeth, and grips his dick. He’s still fully hard.
Goddammit. He’s so fucking hot.
“What do you need, Candy?” I ask, unable to tear my gaze off his dick as he tugs off the condom and ties it off.
“I want…” She puts her hand on my face, forcing me to look at her, then glances from Joel to me and back. Her mouth is reddened from kissing us, her eyes bright, feverish with excitement. “To see you together.”
Joel’s face goes still, so still and white it’s like he’s hewn out of stone.
“How do you want us?” I can’t stop the tremble of excitement going through me, but, shit, I don’t want Joel to do something he’s not into, either.
“I want… to see you kiss.” She licks her lips, her pretty face taking on a dreamy expression that excites my dick even more. “Would you?”
Joel leans back against the wall, eyes hooded. Some color is returning to his cheeks, and I look down, fully expecting his hard-on to be wilting.
And… it’s not. If anything, his dick looks harder now than it had a moment ago. Hard and trembling, flushed and wet, curving against his taut stomach.
I swallow and force myself to look up, at his face.
He’s observing me but isn’t making any move to get closer. He hasn’t commented on what Candy said, either.
“If you guys don’t feel like it…” Candy shifts nervously, crosses her arms over her tits, her brown eyes tinged gold in the yellow light from the bedside lamp. “It’s fine.”
I love that about her, that she won’t insist, won’t make us feel bad. That she’s concerned about how we feel, how this could affect us.
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.