So fucking good. Dark spots swim in my eyes, and my body is out of control, my hips rocking up, pushing as much of my cock as possible inside her. The tension in my muscles is melting as I come down from the high. Jet’s grip on my shoulder relaxes, then his arm comes around my shoulders.
I realize my eyes have fallen shut, and I force them to open. Candy’s staring back at me, cheeks flushed.
I’ve fucked her while touching Jet, letting him come all over me, and now he’s draped over me while she’s still impaled on my dick.
Worse still, I don’t wanna move. My head is spinning, my body is still shuddering with pleasure, and my semi-hard dick feels way too good still rammed fucking deep inside her.
My hand feels good on his thigh, his forehead resting on my shoulder, sweaty. Warm. Feels like everything’s right, everything’s in place. A puzzle coming together as I let go and stop thinking.
I came. I came inside her, inside the sheath of a pussy and not my right hand. It’s been a while, and it rocked.
My body is still humming. My chest is so light it’s like it’s filled with helium, and my mind is filled with sparkles.
It’s that simple, then. Just giving in, just allowing myself to touch and do whatever feels good without second-guessing myself.
But God, I wish there wasn’t a voice in the back of my mind yelling that I’m a sick faggot bitch and that I should hang from my fucking balls in a public square for everyone to spit at.
Fuck.
***
“I should go,” Candy says after a moment, breaking through my thoughts. She squirms on my lap, which gets me fully hard all over again and makes her squeal.
“Easy now.” I groan as she slides up my cock, and I grab the full condom before it slips off. I tug it off, helping her off me with my other hand. “Wouldn’t wanna break this, would you?”
She glances down at my stiff dick, eyes wide, and shakes her head.
“But you might wanna lick it, or stroke it, or pet it like you would a fearsome snake,” Jet drawls, and when I turn my head, I find his gaze on my dick, too. It shouldn’t make me harder, but of course it does.
“I don’t pet snakes,” she says, her voice faint. “And I don’t sleep with two guys together, not in real life, no matter what I… Oh God.”
Huh. I cup her cheek. “Hey, girl. It’s okay. We won’t tell anyone, you know.?
?
If anything, she’s even paler now. She’s glancing from me to Jet like she’s just realized what we’ve done here and is about to freak out.
I wish I had a clue about what’s going on inside that pretty head of hers.
“Why don’t you stay?” I nod at the kitchen. “We can eat something together. I’ll whip up something quick.”
“With bananas in it,” Jet helpfully supplies, licking his lips.
“I, um. Sorry, can I take a rain check?” She’s already getting up, snatching her glasses and putting them on, then going about gathering her clothes. Not looking at me. “I really have to go now. Roommate’s probably freaking out that I’ve gone rogue, and I need to wash my underwear. Clean underwear is important. It really is urgent. So, um…”
She’s rambling. She’s nervous. She’s goddamn scared, or disgusted, or both.
I watch her pull on her clothes and shoes, my hard-on deflating and the weight on my chest returning. “You wash your underwear every night?”
She glances up, and in her eyes I see panic flashing. “Oh no. I mean, yes. If needed.”
“Candy, wait.” Jet gets up, and her gaze dips down to his crotch. He’s sporting a semi, too, and when she swallows hard, I know tonight’s outcome is sealed.
“Got to run.” She smiles quickly, distracted. “People to see, books to read, reviews to write and post, comments— I mean, you know, the usual. On top of the underwear washing. So much work. Typical Monday evening. Yeah, well, I’ll leave you guys to recover. Er, I mean, rest.”
And with that, she’s gone, fleeing our apartment, leaving me and Jet with matching semis and expressions of concern.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asks, and I shrug, trying hard not to let it affect me. My own mind screaming at me what a fucking bad idea this was is more than enough.