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I sure am now, and as I fall into Joel’s arms, I faintly wonder what else is about to change.
***
“Candy.” Someone is stroking my hair. I’m lying sandwiched between two warm bodies, the musk of sex strong in the air. I blink and concerned dark eyes flash in front of me.
Jet.
I try to scoot closer to him, but a corded arm around my middle stops me, hauling me back against a strong chest. “Where are you going?” Joel says in my ear, a grin in his voice.
Oh God.
“Are you all right?” Jet strokes my hair back, and I sigh into his touch. “You were kind of gone for a moment there.”
My heart is pounding. “I’m fine.”
“We wore you out?” He looks proud of himself, and it makes me want to laugh.
“It was pretty crazy.”
“Good crazy?”
“Crazy good.”
“She was only gone for three seconds,” Joel murmurs. “Still. Maybe she needs to eat something other than dick for a change.”
“Food,” Jet says, “would be good.”
On cue, his stomach grumbles, and he makes a pained face.
“You two…” Joel lifts up on his elbow and nuzzles my shoulder. “Someone has to run after you and feed you, or you’ll die of starvation.” He kisses my neck and I shiver. “Do you cook?”
“A little,” I squeak as his lips find a hypersensitive spot under my ear.
Nothing recognizable as food, sadly, but he doesn’t need to know that, does he?
He gives me a skeptical look. Oh boy, he seems to see right through me. If my cheeks get any hotter they’ll set the couch on fire.
“Oh hell, come on, both of you.” Joel hauls me up and delivers me to Jet who’s scrambling to his feet. “Let’s get you fed before you both pass out on me.”
“Sex marathons can be draining,” Jet drawls, setting me on my bare feet and licking his lips, glancing at my breasts.
“You speaking from experience?” Joel’s brow goes up in question.
Jet grins. “Do jacking-off marathons count?” He dances out of reach when Joel tries to grab him into a headl
ock. “So, we eat, then pick up where we left off.”
Jesus, how can he still be thinking of that? We just came, all three of us.
And aw shit, that alone makes my insides clench, and my breasts tingle, and I let a chuckling Jet tug me toward the kitchen, dazed.
***
I’m deposited in a chair at the kitchen table, and I tuck my legs under me, realizing with some delay that I’m still naked and streaked with cum.
Jet comes back with a wet cloth. I grab it from his hands and start cleaning myself.
He wanders away, chuckling softly, and that deep, rumbling sound makes my pussy throb. I shift uncomfortably on the hard chair—because my pussy has just seen a pounding unlike any in my life, and though happy and sated, it also feels used, in a good sense, if you know what I mean—and focus on cleaning myself up.
