He winks, and I’m two seconds away from pushing him against the wall and stopping that flirty mouth with my own, when the door of the living room opens and Candy appears, her mouth opening and then staying open, her gaze moving over Jet.
Yeah, I know. My dick throbs and my thoughts are scattered. Jet has that effect on me.
Then he turns toward her and slips his hands under her sweater, his mouth trailing over her cheek to her ear. “Miss us?”
She gasps at his raspy whisper, then gasps again when his hands find her tits and cup them. “Jet...”
“You came right on time.” Jet’s hands trail down, to her skirt.
“For what?” she whispers, her pupils dilated, her nipples hard, poking through the thin sweater.
Jet shoots me a sideways glance, one side of his wide mouth tipping up in a crooked grin. “Joel was gonna help me soap up. You know. In the shower. Wanna come with?”
She groans, a soft, desperate sound. Jet dips his head and swallows it, crushing their mouths together.
Fuck. “Push her against the wall, Jet.”
He walks her backward until her back hits the wall, pressing his naked body to her clothed curves. Her hands slip around his neck and she arches her back as he takes off her glasses and slides them on top of her head.
“Grab her ass. Lift her up.” I whip off my hoodie and T-shirt and toe off my running shoes before I chuck off my sports leggings and socks. Dressed only in my white briefs, I press down on the tent in the soft cotton and give my cock a reassuring squeeze.
“Candy, pull his head down to yours and kiss him harder.”
And she does, tugging down his dark head to her blond one, deepening the kiss.
Hell yeah. I lean on the wall beside them, trying to rein in my excitement, draw this out, because it’s damn hot.
Sex with Candy and Jet is off the fucking charts, and I won’t last long like this, hearing their moans, seeing them rub against each other. I’m giving them ten more seconds before I—
A door clicks and creaks open. “Woohoo! Where are you?” a woman’s voice calls, and I freeze.
“The fuck?” Jet mutters, ungluing his lips from Candy’s.
“Mom?” Candy tries ineffectively to push Jet off her. “Shit. My parents are still here, I just came in to grab a scarf to lend to my mom—”
Christ. Finally moving, I make a dash for the bedroom door.
Too late. Candy’s mom pokes her head inside the room and waves, smiling brightly. “Hi, boys.”
Holy fuck. I backpedal, fully aware I’m only in my briefs and pitching a huge tent—while Jet behind me is fully naked.
With Candy in his arms.
“Mom…” Candy starts again, putting her glasses back on, and this time Jet steps back and opens his arms.
What the hell is he doing?
“Well, Mrs. Riley, here we are,” he says with that light drawl of his. “What was it you needed?”
Candy squeaks and throws her arms around Jet’s middle, hiding his very excited dick from Mrs. Riley’s eyes. “Jeez, Jet.”
“What? I’m sure your mom has seen plenty of little boy winkies before.”
Only Jet’s dick is not a little boy winky, not even close, especially when he’s hard like this.
Goddammit.
“Excuse us, Mrs. Riley.” I grab a towel from a chair and wrap it around his waist. “Come on, Jet.”