“What, thought you were the only one allowed to play with your food?”
He chuckles, then grunts when I close my hand around his dick and give him a few good tugs, before lifting the bottle and letting syrup trickle along his length.
“More,” Candy says, and damn, she’s undressing, slipping off her blouse.
I was right. She’s not wearing a bra. She cups one boob and rubs her hardening nipple, licking her lips.
And… I might be drooling at this point. Between her and Jet, it’s like I’m caught in a fucking wet dream.
“He likes it.” she whispers. “More syrup.”
I comply, because why the hell not? Tearing my gaze off her curves, I bathe Jet’s cock in syrup.
She’s right, he seems to like it a lot. He moans, trembling against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut.
Then I get on my knees and start sucking the maple syrup off Jet’s cock. He moans louder, his legs trembling, his hands landing on my head, tugging on my hair. His knees bend a little and he thrusts into my mouth. The sweetness of the syrup mingles with his salty taste, and it’s a heady thing.
To think I hadn’t blown a man in my life until recently… Although, this is Jet. I love everything about Jet. He’s mine, and it feels so fucking right.
Not to mention it’s going straight to my dick—all of it, his taste, his fingers in my hair, the desperate sounds he’s making, the feel of how damn hard he is, impossible to take all in. I’ve been wanting to learn how to deep-throat him, but I’m nowhere near there yet.
So I settle for sucking in as much of him as I can and gripping the rest, dragging my fist up his cock as I work him with my mouth.
“You boys are so hot,” Candy whispers, and a quick sideways glance shows me she’s cupping both her tits now, her nipples peeking through her fingers, hard and juicy.
Getting my own body under control is a struggle. I only have to drop one hand to my dick and jack off while blowing Jet. I’m real close.
But I want to fuck Candy, right here, in the kitchen. I fucking love how she looks, sprawled on the table, flushed and horny, watching us like I watched them before.
“Oh fuck, J…” Jet is close, too. I hear it in his strangled voice, I feel it in the way his cock swells more and jerks in my mouth. His hands are painful in my hair. “Goddamn…”
I randomly wonder if I curse as much when I’m about to come, too, and if my dick also tastes so nutty—and then he’s shouting hoarsely and shooting his load down my throat.
It shouldn’t be so damn sexy. He shouldn’t be so sexy. He’s a guy. I’m a guy.
And sometimes I can’t fucking believe how much I want him.
His hands relax in my hair as I suck him dry. He slumps against the wall when I pull away and slowly slides down, landing on his ass, and chuckling.
“Jesus, man. You killed me.” His head rolls to the side. He nods toward Candy and he huffs. “My turn to watch, huh?”
Looks like it. Candy crooks a finger at me, and I have to steady myself on the wall by Jet’s head to get up, so hard that I’m clumsy and walking is a struggle.
Jet chuckles again, and I’m not sure if it’s because he finds my clumsiness funny or because he’s dopey after coming so hard.
I carefully extricate my dick from my briefs, let them drop to the floor, and move between Candy’s legs. With my thumb I check and find her wet and hot, so ready for me. Grabbing my cock, I push into her in one go, all the way in.
She sits up, puts her arms around my neck, taking me in deeper, and I groan, the pleasure of being inside her frying my synapses.
“Let go,” she whispers. “Let go, J.”
I don’t know what the fuck’s happening to me, or if it’s the feel of her, so soft and warm and perfect in my arms, on my cock, if it’s her voice or her acceptance of me, but suddenly I’m coming, moaning her name, and shaking so hard I’m afraid I’ll hurt her.
She holds on tightly, her nails digging into the back of my neck as her pussy clenches around my dick, and another wave of pleasure rolls over me until I find myself bent over her, shaking even harder than before.
Shit. Why can’t I stop shaking?
“J.” Jet is behind me, his arms folding me back against his chest, and Candy’s legs tighten on either side of me. “What the hell’s wrong? What happened today?”