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So I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock. “You can just watch if you want,” I tell him and manage to swallow a gasp when I start jacking off.
The idea was to give him a show, but fuck, I’m about to come, my balls drawn tight, my dick twitching and weeping. The heat is coiling low in my belly. Won’t be long now. I let my chin dip to my chest, tugging faster, chasing after my release—
“I’ll do it,” Joel says gruffly and before I know what’s going on, he takes both our cocks in his hand and starts jerking us off together. “Mine,” he growls, and I’d wonder what he’s talking about if I had any brainpower left, because Christ, his hand is strong, his grip tight as he strokes our slick cocks. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Mind-boggling. He’s drawing the pleasure out of me, drawing out my orgasm with his grip and twisting it into something huge, something that will leave me in a shuddering mess when it hits.
And it does, suddenly and with a force of a gale, wrenching a cry from my throat. I clutch the back of Joel’s head, sinking or flying, I can’t tell, my dick jerking, spraying my jizz all over him, and through the haze, I feel it.
I feel his cock jerk against mine, the deep moan rumbling through his chest. His hot load hits my chest and arms, and then his mouth is on mine again, his tongue thrusting against mine as we come together.
Whoa. I’ll never forget the look on Joel’s face, the shock of pleasure twisting his features, the brightening wave of relief washing over them a second later.
“Holy shit, guys,” Candy whispers and I blink at her, dizzy. “Can we do this again next time?”
And that’s when Joel starts to pull away and slam his walls back in place, and I think—Fuck. This isn’t looking good at all.
Chapter Twenty Five
CANDY
Title: Not Your Typical Drug
From Candy Boys (Blog serial)
“Are you awake, pet?” he asks me, and I shift in the cradle of their arms.
“Depends. What do you have in mind?”
“Sex. Then breakfast. Then more sex.”
“Sounds good to me,” I mumble, stretching.
I could get used to this, I really could. Waking up to two sex gods every morning. It’s frigging scary how much I want it.
Question is, will this last, and will my heart take it if it doesn’t?
And hey, isn’t this—sleeping with two men—exactly what the doctor prescribed?
We sleep together on Jet’s bed, one pile of naked limbs and warm breath, until at some point at night Jet is gone, and then Joel, too, leaving me to hog the whole width of the mattress and the covers.
Bliss.
After a while, though, I start searching for them, in my sleep, on the bed, until I’m wide awake and slipping from under the covers. Wrapping a sheet around me, I go hunting for my boys.
I find only Jet. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. His dark hair is tousled, his spectacular chest bare, his tattoos shifting every time he lifts his cup. He’s dressed on
ly in a pair of black boxer briefs, and he’s barefoot. That’s so sexy. I love men’s feet.
Okay, I’m totally lying out of my ass here. I couldn’t care less about men’s feet. I bet they’re mostly like Hobbit feet, hairy and huge.
But I love Jet’s feet. They’re strong and slim with high arches and long toes.
First time in my life I’m obsessing over a guy’s feet, I swear to God. I need to check out Joel’s feet, too. With all that has been going on whenever we get naked together, I never got the chance to take notice.
It’d be nice, I guess, to lounge around the kitchen together in the morning, having coffee and cereal.
It would have been nice. If Joel was here.
