Candy Boys

by Raven, Jo

  “Jet, we need to talk.”

  “Screw talking.” He moans in my mouth, the vibrations traveling from his broad chest to my body, making me clench with need.

  “Jet…”

  “You want me,” he whispers. “Say it.”

  “I want you,” I whisper, and he moans again.

  “Oh yeah. Tell me what turns you on. What your fantasy is.”

  Holy crap.

  “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” I lick his lips, inviting him to kiss me again, to stop my confession, but it’s not enough to stop the words. “I want you, Jet. And Joel. I want what you want, and I can’t…”

  Jet’s breath hitches, his lashes sweeping low on his cheeks. “Can’t what?”

  “Can’t choose between you. Don’t you see?” The truth is finally out. It was choking me all this time. My eyes sting, because I know he’ll push me away any second now. “I’m sorry. I should have said it from the start. I should—”

  “What exactly are you saying, Sugar Pop?” He drops back on the sofa, brows knitted. “Are you walking away?”

  “No. You have no idea…” I shake my head, my cheeks on fire, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. “I want you both. Here. At the same time. With me. God, I can’t believe I told you.”

  He licks his lips, his eyes so dark. “Say it again, sugar.” He lifts a hand to my face, draws me down to him. “Say it again.”

  “I want the two of you, with me.”

  “Fuck, you have any clue what you’re doing to me? What you just said…” His gaze is full of wonder, wide and hot. His hands move down my back, finding bare skin under my blouse, scorching brands. “Come here.”

  He pulls and tugs until I’m fully seated on his lap, his hard cock pressing sideways against my inner thigh.

  I brace my hands on his shoulders, gripping the thick muscles there as he kisses me deeply, so hard my lips hurt. His stubble scrapes over my chin.

  It’s hot. He’s so frigging hot, I can’t even think, can’t do anything but fall into the kiss.

  Then a low male voice says from behind him, “Harder, Jet.”

  I jolt with shock. Jethro’s hands grab my waist, fingertips digging deep.

  A shadow falls over us. Someone comes to stand behind the couch and slides a hand into Jethro’s wild hair. Familiar blue eyes dart from my face to his.

  “Joel?” Jethro’s voice hitches. “Didn’t know you were here. J, listen—”

  “Kiss her harder.” His hand slips down Jethro’s face to his jaw, and he leans down to whisper close to his ear, “I wanna watch.”

  ***

  My brain is officially shutting off.

  I must be dreaming. Or maybe I wandered into my own blog and the serial I’ve been posting there. Any moment now, something will jerk me out of sleep and break the dream in half.

  “Open your eyes, Candy,” Joel says, and I obey.

  Joel is always in charge in my story, in my fantasies.

  Jethro’s dark gaze is fixed on me, eyes wide and pitch-black with want, his mouth slack. He reaches for me, touches my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

  It feels real. The hard bulge between my legs, his rough skin on my face, his hair standing up in all directions.

  And Joel right behind him, tall and imposing with his broad shoulders stretching his white button-down shirt, dark hair falling in his bright eyes, kneading at Jethro’s neck, his breath coming fast.

  Holy crap, I can’t wrap my mind around it.

  Thankfully, Jethro doesn’t leave me time to freak out. With a low hum, he jerks me up against him, licks my mouth, parting my lips, and thrusts his tongue inside.

  Heat pools between my legs. Every thrust of his tongue echoes inside me, down low, like a thrust of his cock. The feel of his ripped chest under my soft breasts, his salty-sweet taste with that hint of mint and smoke, the shift of his muscular thighs under mine.

  I’m so caught up in it, I barely notice Joel circle the couch and sit down beside us, making the cushions dip a little as he settles, sprawling back.

  I do notice the moment he starts unbuttoning his shirt, exposing inch by inch a sculpted chest made of corded steel. Bulging pecs, flat pink nipples, a six pack to die for, a dark treasure trail leading into his black pants.

  It distracts me enough that I break the kiss to get a better look.

  “Undress him,” Joel says, a growl riding right under his voice. He smooths a hand down his bared chest, reaching for his zipper. “Take off his T-shirt.”

  Oh God, yes. I find Jethro watching me from under his dark lashes as I reach for the hem of his T-shirt.

  “Slowly,” Joel says, and his voice makes me hot, so hot I might burst into flames.

  I pull up the soft fabric, unveiling Jethro, and the temperature has just reached combustion levels.

  Crap, he’s beautiful. Not as ripped as Joel, but ripped all the same, smooth olive skin stretched over firm muscle, dark small nipples on defined pecs and a faint six pack that clenches and comes into sharp definition when I brush my hand over it.

  Whoa… I watch as he grabs the hem and pulls the T-shirt over his head, those abs tightening, pecs rolling, biceps bunching. Dark ink ripples on his shoulders and arms. A ship. A crow. A clock?

  Nice. Really nice. Oh my… Better than I imagined. Gorgeous.

  “Now…” Joel’s voice drops a notch. “Take off your clothes, Candy.”

  Jethro twitches beneath me, lips parting on an exhale. His eyes are dark like outer space. His scent rises, filling me up, citrusy shampoo and that dark spicy perfume that wafts off his skin.

  Heat washes over me. There’s no question of refusing the command. My breasts tighten, and my nipples harden painfully under the heated gazes of two sets of eyes I never thought I’d have directed at me as I tug on my light sweater and tank top, lift them up and pull them off me.

  Which leaves me in my bra and skirt, and sudden doubt makes me look down, checking.

  Phew. Thank God I put one of my nicer bras on today, gray lace with a black finish that pushes my girls up and together—not one of those washed-out sports ones with the frayed straps.

  “Christ, you’re pretty,” Jethro groans and puts his hands on my waist, sliding them up to cup my breasts through the lace.

  “Fuck yeah, touch her tits,” Joel commands, and I whimper. “Take off that bra.”

  Before I react to his words, Jethro’s hands slide up, pull down the straps and tug down my bra, letting my breasts spill out. My nipples jut out, diamond-hard, and my pussy clenches on nothing.

  God…

  Jethro breathes a curse, and suddenly his hot mouth is covering one of my nipples, sucking hard. I cry out and buck in his lap, taken by surprise at the sensation that shoots right to my center. He teases my other nipple with his hand, and I throb so deep inside I feel like I’m about to come already.

  “Jet…” I grip his head to steady myself, my fingers slipping into wild spikes, my eyes closing at the onslaught of pleasure. “Oh God.”

  “Yeah, like that,” Joel rasps, and another hand strokes up my side, curling under the breast Jethro is torturing with his fingers. “Suck on it, Jet.”

  Oh crap. My hips rock. I need friction. Need to come. I’m panting, and my skin is burning, my insides tightening.

  “Fucking sexy,” Joel breathes beside my ear and his teeth close over my earlobe, tugging.

  A whine leaves my throat. I need… I need… “Please.”

  “Beg for it,” Joel whispers, dark and low. “What do you want, baby?”

  “Touch my kitty…”

  “Kitty?” Joel chuckles, the sound warm and dark. “Hell, you heard the girl, Jet. Kitty needs some love.”

  Jethro growls against my breast, sending shivers through me, and switches to my other nipple. Joel’s hand lifts to tangle in Jet’s hair, and I gasp, because the suction on my nipple grows harder, as if he’s trying to pull my whole breast into his mouth.

  Joel’s hand meets mine
on Jethro’s head. His mouth moves down from my earlobe to my neck, sucking and kissing, every touch, every press of their lips on me driving me higher.

  Oh, please… Please…

  Hands are suddenly on the buttons of my jeans, opening them, tugging my pants down. Just enough for a rough, big hand to slip between my legs, into my panties. A thumb rubs over my seam, opening me up, and I moan helplessly. Shamelessly.

  This never happened like this in my serial story. Maybe I should add it, or—God, oh my God. Jet’s thumb presses into me, and I’m so wet it slips inside me.

  My breathing comes in short gasps. Caught between Jethro’s thumb inside my pussy and his mouth on my breast, I’m starting to come before I even realize what’s happening.

  Shaking and moaning, my pussy clenching again and again until I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but ride the pleasure as it shoots through me. Finally I slump bonelessly between the two of them, my body still thrumming.

  Christ.

  Jethro’s mouth leaves my breast. He straightens, and his dark eyes flash over his flushed cheeks. He licks his lips and leans back against the cushions. I push my hands against his solid chest and realize his thumb is still inside me, sending sparks of pain/pleasure into my core.

  Slowly his hand withdraws from between my legs, making me shiver.

  “Fuck, babe,” he mutters, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes, then licks his thumb, sending a fresh bolt of lust through me.

  “She’s so hot when she comes,” Joel whispers, leaning away from me, back against the cushions. His big hand rests on his zipper, and my gaze snags on the bulge between his legs. “Show me more.”

  ***

  Slow seconds pass while I get back my bearings and sit up, my legs and arms trembling. I’m straddling Jethro’s lap, and his hot erection presses between my legs, where I’m still tender and throbbing.

  He makes a small noise in the back of his throat. “Fuck,” he mutters and shifts on the sofa.

  Biting back a moan, I scoot further back, watching as his hand moves down his chest, over his taut stomach with the faint treasure trail leading into his pants. He cups his hard dick and squeezes it through the fabric, his eyes all but rolling up.

  He looks so sexy, sprawled back like that, his bare chest a landscape of light and shadows, his face twisted with desire. So hot, desperate with the need to come.

  Utterly lickable.

  “Jet, hands off,” Joel orders his friend, and then, as if reading my mind, “Candy, suck him off.”

  I turn to stare at Joel. I could refuse. I could tell him to stop telling me what to do.

  But why would I do that? He’s so hot, issuing commands, the bulge at his groin growing larger with every passing minute, and yeah. Sucking Jethro off has been at the top of my fantasy list since the beginning.

  My mouth fills with water at the thought.

  “What about you?” I breathe, nodding at his still covered hard-on. I’m dying to see it, touch it. To see if he’s as well hung as I imagined, as beautiful as I think.

  “I’ll take care of it.” Mesmerized I watch as he unzips his pants, revealing tight white briefs and the outline of his big cock in the soft cotton.

  The chest under my hands rises and falls more quickly. Jethro is watching, too, eyes fixed on Joel’s crotch.

  I swallow hard. Does Jethro like watching his best friend undress as much as I do? Does it turn him on?

  A glance down shows me that, yeah, Jethro’s growing harder, his hand fisting his cock through his jeans so tightly it’s trembling.

  Oh my God, this is crazy. It’s like Christmas and my birthday wrapped into one.

  I wonder if Joel knows. If he’s realized that his bestie has the hots for him. Looks like Jethro’s batting for both teams.

  Yes. Yes! I want to run naked around the room and squeal with glee. Did I magic this story into life, or did I just sense something from the start in the way Jethro always touches Joel and hangs out with him?

  Right now it doesn’t frigging matter, because Joel has stopped again, a hand cupping his hard-on, mirroring Jethro’s.

  Dark eyes snap back to me when I scoot off Jethro’s lap. The heat in them is consuming. He lets his hands fall to his sides, digging his fingers into the cushions when I unzip his jeans and carefully ease them down his narrow hips. He lifts himself up a little to help me, his abs contracting in seriously amazing ways.

  Gah. With his spiky hair, the ink on his muscled chest and that sinfully soft mouth, he’s too delicious for words.

  Then all thought flees my overworked brain, because I tug again on his jeans, and they slide down his legs, leaving him bare.

  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.”