Candy Ever After (Hot Candy Book 2)

by Jo Raven

  He’s going commando.

  Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

  His hands clench as I liberate his cock from the confines of his black jeans. It springs free, thick and long, and his hips jerk up. He hisses, baring his teeth, long lashes lowering over his eyes. This boy is so sexy.

  I was obviously good in a previous life. I was a frigging saint to deserve this.

  He spreads his arms on the back of the sofa, his biceps flexing. His hard cock trembles against his flat stomach, the head wet and flushed, and man, he smells good. He smells clean and musky in all the good ways, like a spice cake with rum and pepper and…

  I lick my lips, conscious of Joel’s gaze weighing on me. Aroused. Curious to see if I’ll go through with this? Daring me, his hand still resting over his hard-on. He hasn’t even pushed down his briefs yet, allowing me no distraction from Jethro’s body.

  Not even bombs would tear me away from Jethro right now, not when his eyes gleam under his lashes, something dark and hungry in them.

  My breasts swing a little as I bend over him, kneeling by his side, and his gaze dips to their movement, black with arousal. His cock jumps, and precum spills from the tip to pool in his navel. He lifts a hand to touch my breast, caress one nipple.

  Swallowing a moan, I wrap my fingers around Jethro’s cock. Silky skin over steel, searing to the touch, and the effect is immediate.

  His stomach clenches, muscles jumping into definition, and his small nipples bunch up into hard points.

  I nuzzle his length, inhaling his scent, sharper from up close, and lick the underside all the way to the head, like a popsicle. Every line in his body tenses up more when I mouth the head, tasting him for the first time—salty, bitter. Intense. So Jethro.

  He arches a little, trying to push his cock deeper into my mouth. I drag my lips up and down his considerable length, my gaze glued to his face, cataloguing his reactions—the flutter of his lashes when I grip the base of his cock as I tease the tip, the way his mouth goes slack when I flatten my tongue and drag it below the head.

  Joel shifts again beside me.

  “Fuck.” His voice breaks on the word, and his hand fists in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding me in place. Reminding me he’s right there, showing me he’s in control. “Suck him, girl. Suck him hard. All the way.”

  I moan around Jethro’s cock, and he lets out a sharp breath, swelling in my mouth. I’m so wet between my legs, I’m sure I’ve soaked through my panties, and I can’t find it in me to care, lost in the taste and feel of him on my tongue, in my hand, so rigid and alive, a vein beating madly along the length.

  More saltiness fills my mouth as I stroke and suck on him. He’s too big to take in all the way, and I have never learned to deep-throat, so I hope it’s enough for him.

  It appears to be.

  With a choked-back moan, he jerks against me and pushes me away just in time to shoot on his bare chest, thick lines of cum over his tattoos.

  Joel’s hold on my hair hasn’t relaxed.

  Panting, wanting, I glance at him, and I’m sucked into another fantasy.

  Because he’s finally pushed down his briefs and fisted his cock. His very big, very thick and hard cock, and I don’t know what’s next.

  Until Jethro drawls in a raspy, dazed voice, “Joel wants to fuck you. Don’t you, mate?”

  Joel groans, observing me from half-closed eyes. “Yeah. I do.” He licks his lips. “You did say once that you wanted to ride me into the sunset.”

  Um, yeah. Guilty as charged, your Honor.

  Does this mean I’m getting my wish?

  Chapter Seventeen

  JOEL

  I like them curvy. I like them sweet. I like girls who like sex and can tell me what they want, so I can give it to them deep and hard.

  Hell yeah, I wanna fuck her.

  She’s sitting there, so fucking sexy, her tits bare and flushed, her eyes bright, her mouth shiny and red from sucking Jet off. She’s excited. She enjoyed it. Her nipples are hard and dark, her scent of arousal strong, and I want her like I’ve rarely wanted anything in my life.

  Watching Jet working her over, making her come, almost tipped me over the edge. Her going down on him, sucking him off almost did the trick.

  Almost. It was close, but I need something more.

  I place a hand on her shoulder and she leans toward me. Why is she letting me do this without protest when the only time we went out together I left her high and dry and watched her leave without an explanation?

  I kiss her, lick her mouth. Her lips are hot and sweet, and on her tongue I can taste Jet. The realization hits me like a punch to the chest, but for some reason it only makes my dick harder. The thought of shoving it inside her warm pussy is mind-blowing.

  But will it work? Will I come?

  Lifting my other hand, I grip her chin, kiss her harder. When I break the kiss, we’re both breathing too fast.

  “Do you want it?” I ask her. “Tell me.” I lift her chin, force her to meet my gaze. “Say it.”

  “I want you,” she whispers, and her eyes, when she raises them to meet mine, are dark with desire. “Inside me.”

  Oh fuck, yeah. She’s so hot. I look at her tits again. Damn, they’re nice. I squeeze my cock again, daring it to deflate.

  “But what about Ellen?” she whispers.

  “What about her?”

  “Don’t you still want her?”

  “Girl.” I stroke her cheek. “I don’t want Ellen. I’ve never even kissed her. She’s with someone, and to be honest, I’m not even sure I ever really wanted her.”

  “He’s telling the truth,” Jet chimes in.

  Her eyes remain unsure, but then she smiles.

  It’s a lovely smile, and I lick at her mouth. I’ve never wanted Ellen or any other girl as much as this girl who knows about history and literature, and who can dress up sexy or nerdy but always has her glasses and attitude on.

  Damn, those glasses turn me on. And the fact she knows stuff. That she’s interested in topics nobody else but Jet gets.

  She’s perfect, but the fear that I might screw up again is a thorn lodged in my mind. What if I freeze as we fuck?

  Why the hell is it so difficult for me to get off? It didn’t use to be like that. And yeah, maybe the scandal affected me, too, but that’s not the whole story. I mean, the whole reason I’d been there with Ellen and her girlfriend was that I was having some trouble already.

  Some trouble figuring out what I need. What turns me on. What makes me tick.

  I need to understand it. Probably other guys write it off and wait for things to get back on track. Maybe they don’t mind if they spend years without a good orgasm.

  But I mind. I’m a sexual person. I’ve been jacking off like crazy since I was little. I fucked my first girl—an older girl with amazing tits who changed schools soon after—when I was twelve. I’ve spent years rolling in and out of bed. I’m not jaded. That’s not it. I never stopped enjoying sex.

  Until recently. Until the past couple of years, since… since I moved in with Jet. Not that it’s his fault. Has nothing to do with him. Why would it?

  My gaze strays to his bare chest¬, muscles and ink and dark nipples and white cum sprayed everywhere.

  Like last time, on his bed, when he whacked off together with me. The memory makes my cock jerk in my hand again, and I grit my teeth, squeezing. Why the fuck am I thinking of that now?

  Goddammit. This is a disaster. It won’t work.

  With a curse, I let go of my hard-on and start to push off the cushions, intent on getting out of here before I make a fool of myself in front of Candy who scoots sideways at my sudden movement.

  A strong hand shoves me back down, and I fall against the backrest with a surprised oof.

  Jet’s hand.

  He has an arm around Candy’s shoulders, and he’s leaning into me, stopping me from making my escape, not allowing me a way out.

  “I’m here,” he says, and I blink, becau
se fuck if that fact doesn’t ease the tension in my gut—and increase the pressure in my balls. “We do this together.”

  That sounds better than it should. My balls ache. I’ve been hard since I heard them make out through the wall, since I walked in and saw them locked together in a hot kiss. Since I took over and directed them to their release.

  I need to come so fucking bad.

  And Jet seems to know exactly what to do to make it happen. How the hell does he do it? How does he know to keep his hand on my chest as I struggle to accept I want it on me, or to turn and kiss her mouth as I reach for the condom in my wallet?

  I tear the foil and pull it on, biting the inside of my cheek not to moan as I handle my too-hard, too-ready cock. I wrap an arm around her waist, my hand brushing over satiny skin and soft curves on its way down. Cupping her lush ass, I guide her to me. I put my hand between her legs, under her skirt, and pull her soaked panties to the side, baring her.

  She moans into Jet’s mouth. He doesn’t release her from the kiss as I push into her sleek pussy, a slow, hot slide that leaves me shaking.

  So tight. So fucking good.

  She clenches around me and I lean back, putting my hands on her tits, massaging them, teasing her hard nipples.

  She cries out, breaking the kiss, and rocks on top of me, taking me deeper.

  Holy shit. If she keeps doing that, I’m gonna blow my load right now.

  Jet glances over to me, licking his lips. He’s hardening again, his cock rising toward his stomach. I look away quickly, but that’s hot, too, and fuck, he’s noticed me looking.

  My mind’s all screwed up.

  “Joel…” she whimpers, gripping my biceps, pushing her boobs into my hands, and I squeeze them harder, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.

  “Give it to me.” I groan when she rises slightly and drives herself back down on my cock. “Fuck yeah, like that. Ride my cock, girl.”

  A buzz echoes in my ears. All the blood has left my brain, pooling in my dick. My balls are drawn up tight, heavy. My hands drop from her tits to her hips, controlling her movements, lifting and dropping her down on my cock.

  Come on. Damn, I want her, and I’m aching, and I want…

  Jet is still braced on me with one hand, and when he lets out a strangled moan, I glance down to see him stroking his dick.

  Shit, I want to make him come along with Candy and myself. Feel it. Feel him come, see him.

  “Ride me,” I tell her again, gripping her hip savagely and kissing her hard—as I grip Jet’s thigh, digging my nails into the thick muscle there until he hisses.

  Bruising him. Marking him.

  Like I’m marking her.

  She cries out against my lips, tightening around my cock like a vise, contracting and rippling until I can’t breathe from the pressure.

  Jet’s hand clamps down on my shoulder, and he gasps, coming hard, his load hitting my chest—and it’s starting.

  I feel it deep inside me, the pressure breaking, the wave cresting, the heat rolling down my dick in a fucking massive tide. As Candy breaks the kiss to arch her back, still riding my jerking cock, I moan so loudly I think the whole city can probably hear me—and I don’t give a damn.

  So fucking good. Dark spots swim in my eyes, and my body is out of control, my hips rocking up, pushing as much of my cock as possible inside her. The tension in my muscles is melting as I come down from the high. Jet’s grip on my shoulder relaxes, then his arm comes around my shoulders.

  I realize my eyes have fallen shut, and I force them to open. Candy’s staring back at me, cheeks flushed.

  I’ve fucked her while touching Jet, letting him come all over me, and now he’s draped over me while she’s still impaled on my dick.

  Worse still, I don’t wanna move. My head is spinning, my body is still shuddering with pleasure, and my semi-hard dick feels way too good still rammed fucking deep inside her.

  My hand feels good on his thigh, his forehead resting on my shoulder, sweaty. Warm. Feels like everything’s right, everything’s in place. A puzzle coming together as I let go and stop thinking.

  I came. I came inside her, inside the sheath of a pussy and not my right hand. It’s been a while, and it rocked.

  My body is still humming. My chest is so light it’s like it’s filled with helium, and my mind is filled with sparkles.

  It’s that simple, then. Just giving in, just allowing myself to touch and do whatever feels good without second-guessing myself.

  But God, I wish there wasn’t a voice in the back of my mind yelling that I’m a sick faggot bitch and that I should hang from my fucking balls in a public square for everyone to spit at.

  Fuck.

  ***

  “I should go,” Candy says after a moment, breaking through my thoughts. She squirms on my lap, which gets me fully hard all over again and makes her squeal.

  “Easy now.” I groan as she slides up my cock, and I grab the full condom before it slips off. I tug it off, helping her off me with my other hand. “Wouldn’t wanna break this, would you?”

  She glances down at my stiff dick, eyes wide, and shakes her head.

  “But you might wanna lick it, or stroke it, or pet it like you would a fearsome snake,” Jet drawls, and when I turn my head, I find his gaze on my dick, too. It shouldn’t make me harder, but of course it does.

  “I don’t pet snakes,” she says, her voice faint. “And I don’t sleep with two guys together, not in real life, no matter what I… Oh God.”

  Huh. I cup her cheek. “Hey, girl. It’s okay. We won’t tell anyone, you know.”

  If anything, she’s even paler now. She’s glancing from me to Jet like she’s just realized what we’ve done here and is about to freak out.

  I wish I had a clue about what’s going on inside that pretty head of hers.

  “Why don’t you stay?” I nod at the kitchen. “We can eat something together. I’ll whip up something quick.”

  “With bananas in it,” Jet helpfully supplies, licking his lips.

  “I, um. Sorry, can I take a rain check?” She’s already getting up, snatching her glasses and putting them on, then going about gathering her clothes. Not looking at me. “I really have to go now. Roommate’s probably freaking out that I’ve gone rogue, and I need to wash my underwear. Clean underwear is important. It really is urgent. So, um…”

  She’s rambling. She’s nervous. She’s goddamn scared, or disgusted, or both.

  I watch her pull on her clothes and shoes, my hard-on deflating and the weight on my chest returning. “You wash your underwear every night?”

  She glances up, and in her eyes I see panic flashing. “Oh no. I mean, yes. If needed.”

  “Candy, wait.” Jet gets up, and her gaze dips down to his crotch. He’s sporting a semi, too, and when she swallows hard, I know tonight’s outcome is sealed.

  “Got to run.” She smiles quickly, distracted. “People to see, books to read, reviews to write and post, comments— I mean, you know, the usual. On top of the underwear washing. So much work. Typical Monday evening. Yeah, well, I’ll leave you guys to recover. Er, I mean, rest.”

  And with that, she’s gone, fleeing our apartment, leaving me and Jet with matching semis and expressions of concern.

  “What the fuck just happened?” he asks, and I shrug, trying hard not to let it affect me. My own mind screaming at me what a fucking bad idea this was is more than enough.

  Time for damage control. Clean up, get her scent—both their scents—off me, and go running. Clear my head.

  “You okay, mate?” Jet asks me. He’s studying me, a crease between his brows.

  “Fine. How about you?” I zip up my pants and shove to my feet. His cum is stuck to my torso. I grab my T-shirt and wipe my chest down.

  “I’m good.”

  I acknowledge his answer with a brief dip of my chin and sidestep him to head to the bathroom.

  “Dammit, J.” He grips my forearm, and I shake it off. He grabs it again, gr
inding my bones together. His eyes flash with anger. “She may be in shock, although she said she wanted it—but you don’t get to freak out on me, too, okay? We talked about this. You said you wanted it. Hell, you were the one who walked in there and started it.”

  “And now I’m finishing it.” I clench the hand he’s holding into a fist. “This isn’t the same as watching a vid together, jerking off together. I can’t fucking do it.”

  “But you just did. And came. Fucking hard.”

  He’s right. Hell, he’s damn right, and just the memory of what we did has me hardening to full mast again.

  “Let go, Jet.”

  “No.” He presses his chest to mine, walks me backward.

  “Fucking let go. I mean it.”

  “No.” He reaches down, grips my dick, making me gasp, “No, you don’t. You don’t get to go before we address an issue. This issue.” Another squeeze and my eyes all but roll up in my head with pleasure. “Tell me now you don’t want me touching you. Push me away. Go ahead.”

  I swallow, my throat dry. His hand on my dick feels amazing—and so does his bare chest pressed to mine. His dark eyes are heated with desire and his mouth…

  I should stop thinking about his mouth.

  And his scent that infiltrates my senses, something woodsy and spicy that has me hardening even more.

  “Tell me to stop,” he says, his eyes glittering. “Tell me.”

  I can’t. I try to find the words, to deny it, to insist, to refuse. Nothing comes to mind.

  “This doesn’t mean anything,” I manage at last.

  “No,” he agrees, “it doesn’t. It’s just physical release, J. No kissing and cuddling, I swear. So why fight it?”

  There are many answers to this. I’m not fucking gay, obviously. I said I wouldn’t touch him, or let him touch me. He’s my best friend, dammit. Like a brother. You don’t touch your brother that way… don’t think of him that way.

  But it all flies out the window when he puts his mouth on the side of my neck and sucks. Hard. With teeth and firm lips and it’s all pain and heat and pleasure shooting straight to my dick.

  And it’s Jet doing this to me.