I won’t deny I’m damn nervous. This is Joel. He’s half of my world and if I don’t make it good for him, I’ll never live it down, plus this has been on my mind every night lately.
Doing Joel. Making him come with my cock.
Holy shit, my hands are shaking.
I sink into Joel and he lets out a long moan, his movements slowing. I push deeper, swearing viciously at the unbearable tightness and heat, and he produces another strangled moan that I’m not sure if to interpret as pleasure or pain.
Gripping his hips, gritting my teeth with the need to start thrusting, I wait for him to adjust, my dick pulsing in rhythm to my frantic heartbeat.
“Jet…” Joel’s voice is a strained, hoarse whisper. “Move.”
“Give it a sec, man, it’s—”
“Move, now! Fuck me.”
Christ, I don’t need to be told again. I pull out a little, slam back inside, and my eyes all but roll up in my head from the pleasure, the goddamn pressure. I do it again, and again, finding a rhythm, my hips rolling as Joel grunts something vaguely encouraging, and starts moving again, too.
Whoa.
Oh fuck, yes. Like this. Better… so much fucking better than I imagined it in my head. So much tighter, so much hotter. My stomach clenches, my balls draw up, sparks fly up my spine and I’m seeing stars.
Distantly, I know that having Joel inside me feels even better, satisfying a craving I can’t put into words, but man, this is… this is incredible, too.
And most of all, it means something. It means he trusts me, that he’s put himself and his precious control in my hands. It has to mean something, something important, and although I can’t figure it out right now, I feel it deep in my chest like a hot ember.
As I rock into Joel, he rocks into Candy who moans our names and grips Joel’s broad shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. His movements grow faster, the sounds he’s making wilder, hoarser, his breathing harsh and loud. He’s close.
And so am I.
“Make her… make her come
,” I grind out, hissing when he bends over her, changing the angle. “Oh fuck.”
Candy cries out, clawing at Joel’s back, and he clenches around my dick with a surprised shout.
He’s not the only one surprised. The pleasure slams into me like a wall, shocking a choked gasp from my throat.
Jesus F. Christ.
I come and come, drowning in the shockwaves of my release until I can’t breathe.
When the world returns, I’m slumped against Joel’s back, and he’s slumped over Candy. I know I have to move, but the effort seems too much.
Joel doesn’t give me a choice in the matter, though. He pulls away, and I groan as my spent, still semi-hard dick slips free.
He twists around, and I flail, struggling to catch my balance, grabbing at nothing not to fall off the bed—and right before I do, he grabs my arm and hauls me to his side.
With the wind totally knocked out of me, I blink the black dots from my vision as he hauls Candy to his other side and arranges us to his liking, our heads on his shoulders, his arms around us. I faintly wonder if his ass hurts, and why he hasn’t freaked out yet.
When I finally manage to focus on his face, it looks relaxed and a faint smile curves his lips.
Huh.
“You okay?” he asks, a question I should be the one asking, dammit. This was his first time, and I’m just lying here, mostly unresponsive, drooling on his shoulder.
I grunt, unable to use words, let alone formulate sentences.
Yep. Fun times.