… and shit, the image both disturbs me and excites me more.
I lean back on my elbows, watching as Jet pushes into Candy and they start rocking together, my fucking dick bobbing over my stomach, dripping and twitching.
Candy moans Jet’s name. He slides his hands under her legs, lifting her and lowering her on his cock, his hips rocking up as he fucks her. Sweat shines on his face and shoulders. They kiss, stolen, violent clashes of teeth and lips, as they move faster, chasing their release.
Fuck, I won’t make it. Can a guy come just from watching others have sex, without jerking off?
Their soft groans, the urgency of their movements, the way Candy’s tits bounce a little as she leans back, her hands on Jet’s shoulders, damn…
I shift back on my ass, my hands clenching on the covers, trying not to think of the need to come. My stomach is clenched so tight it feels bruised. My dick twitches again, hard like an iron bar, hot and wet and hurting.
“You don’t. Come. Just yet,” Jet pants, glancing at me, his eyes black whirlpools, his normally spiky hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Not yet.”
“I got it.” I grit my teeth, wondering why I’m playing along to this game Jet invented—but I know why. I trust him. I trust him to know what I need. Just like I take care of him outside the bedroom, he takes care of me in bed, giving me what I crave without knowing it.
I’m very good at ignoring what I need even when it’s staring me in the face, as my past has proven. So I stay still, moaning between my teeth, trying to cool down by thinking of ugly stuff like wars and famines and my old calculus professor, and failing miserably.
A whine leaves Candy’s lips, and her eyes flutter closed, her rhythm faltering. “Oh God,” she whispers, “Oh God.”
Jet grunts a curse, his hands on her hips tight, the muscles in his thighs trembling as he thrusts upward, one, two, three more times, and then shudders as he comes, too.
I can’t fucki
ng breathe as I watch them clutch at each other, riding the aftershocks, their naked bodies shiny and beautiful, their faces slack with pleasure.
My body and my mind both want them, and it’s killing me that I’m supposed to sit back and wait.
Fuck that. Enough waiting. The dildos can wait for another night, and I’m gonna—
“J.” Candy lifts herself off Jet, and his cum runs in a shiny path down her inner thigh. I sometimes wonder what would happen if the pill she’s on fails and we make a baby.
I blink. Damn funny, the path my thoughts are going down these days. Damn funny that instead of fear or shock I feel… happy. With the thought of marrying Candy and Jet. With the thought of babies.
Hell.
And… hold on.
Candy is stalking on all fours toward me, while Jet wipes himself clean with his discarded T-shirt and moves to the other side of me.
Nervousness is eating at me. Probably why I haven’t come yet. How are we doing this?
Then Jet hands Candy a dildo.
She sits back and spreads her legs, and oh fuck. I lick my lips. My throat is too dry. In contrast to her pussy that’s dripping with Jet’s cum. The dildo is a deep blue silicone, the head flared.
She teases her entrance with it, moaning softly. “Still watching, J?”
I sure am. I love watching, and I can’t stop, but this… This is turning into torture.
“I need to come,” I hiss between clenched teeth. “I need to be inside you, not that thing.”
In reply, she pushes it inside her, and I gulp as it becomes swallowed by her pussy. She gasps, her thumb finding her clit and pressing on it. Her mouth falls open.
Hot damn… Whoa.
“Feels so good,” she whispers, looking at me from under lowered lashes.
“I betcha my dick would feel much better,” I grumble, unable to catch my breath. “Hotter.”