I don’t even know how we manage not to jump each other’s bones during the fifteen-minute ride, how we manage to get out of the car and troop inside the building, Joel in our center, his arms around both of us.
Candy stops us at the entrance, pulls out her phone and takes a selfie of all three of us. “Just for me,” she says and elbows Joel who’s frowning. “Relax. I won’t show it to anyone.”
Then we’re inside the elevator, riding up. The moment we reach the landing and get out, Joel drags Candy to him and kisses her, then pushes her against the wall and kisses her again, while I fumble for my keys, turning crazy with lust.
I finally open the door and step aside as they stumble past me into the apartment. Then Joel reaches out and drags me inside with them.
We tumble on the sofa, tearing at each other’s clothes. Joel’s legs are u
nder me, his chest to my back, and Candy’s on top of mine as I helpfully tug her sweater over her head.
Behind me I barely register Joel being just as helpful with my sweater. He pulls it off me, and I lift my arms as he impatiently rips it off me. He’s hard as a rock against my ass, and it sends a thrill of arousal through my balls.
“No glasses today, Candy?” he whispers.
“Contact lenses,” she gasps and I grin.
“Damn. Don’t do it again.”
I haul Candy to me to straddle my legs and push up her tank top to reveal her black bra. Her tits are soft mounds over it, and I put my mouth on them, first the left, then the right one, feeling her nipples hardening through the soft cotton and lace.
“God, Jet.” Her hands go to my head as I mouth her nipples through the fabric, then reach behind her for the clasp of her bra and undo it, freeing her tits. This time I lick her flesh and shudder with need at her taste and smell.
Hell yeah.
Her breathless moan when I bite lightly on her nipple sends hot sweat down my back. My cock jumps, and my balls tighten.
“I want your kitty,” I whisper, licking my lips, and her breath of laughter makes me harder.
I want to taste her pussy, feel her quiver against my tongue and lips, see and hear and sense her come apart under me.
Giving her nipple one last lick, I push her down on the couch and lift her skirt.
“Oh yeah,” Joel breathes behind me, and the raw need in his voice makes my body tighten. “Go down on her, Jet. Eat her up.”
A groan rises in my throat. Joel turns me on just by breathing on most days, but bossy Joel, well… He makes my blood run hot under my skin.
Couple that with a nearly naked Candy spread out in front of me, and I’m on the verge of self-combusting. Her pussy is open for me, rosy and wet. Her thighs tremble under my hands as I push them further apart.
Joel’s hand slides up my bare back as I bury my face between her legs, tasting her for the first time, and my mind reels. Fuck, I love eating pussy. Love how this girl tastes, so sweet, how she feels against my tongue, how she whines and twists, as if not sure she wants to grab my face and grind herself on my mouth, or get away from the sensations.
I torture her clit and slide a finger into her, and that makes up her mind. She arches up into me, moaning my name, her toes curling on the sofa.
“Make her come, Jet,” Joel whispers, wrapping a strong arm around my waist, his hard cock rubbing up my back. “Add some bite. You’re good at that.”
I moan against her pussy, dangerously close to exploding, my dick dragging against the cushions, twitching.
Adding a second finger, I fuck her slowly, deep, making sure I press against her inner walls, searching for her g-spot. It doesn’t always work, but if it does… In the haze of my own arousal, my only thought is to make this as good for her as it gets.
“Oh my God.” Her hips lift right off, and I suck on her clit, pumping my fingers inside her, pretty sure I’ll come just from going down on a girl for the first time in my life. She cries out and comes hard, her pussy clenching around my fingers, squeezing them to the point of pain. “Jet!”
“Right here,” I murmur against her wet folds. “Goddammit, girl. That was amazing.”
I can’t move, entranced by the way her body is shaking with aftershocks, the mewling noises she’s producing as she comes back down from the high.
Joel’s arm around me is all that’s preventing me from falling on top of her. Its heat is burning into my middle, and I become again aware of his muscular chest pressed to my back—and his hard cock caught between our bodies.
Holy shit, if only he’d let me…