Candy Boys

by Raven, Jo

  “Now,” he orders softly, his voice hoarse and strained. Not sure which one of us he’s addressing.

  Both of us, I realize, as he teases Candy’s mouth with his cock until she opens up and takes him in. He wobbles a little where he’s kneeling in front of her, his eyes rolling up before he closes them.

  “Yeah,” he rasps, and it’s like a code word shooting straight to my cock, bypassing my conscious thought. A switch has been flipped.

  I start thrusting into her, shallow thrusts that have me gritting my teeth, she’s so tight. Pushing her forward, letting Joel steady her, I manage to rock into her for real, and it’s so fucking good it blows my mind.

  Fire is pooling at the base of my spine. My skin is too tight. My balls ache. Her pussy’s gripping me so hard I see stars.

  And Joel… he’s thrusting slowly into her mouth, his jaw slack, his eyes hazy. “God, girl. Yeah, take it. More.”

  Muscles ripple in his powerful thighs as he rocks between her lips, his stomach clenching, that unbelievable six-pack perfect and damn sexy. Then he lets go of his cock to tangle his fingers in her hair, controlling her movement, thrusting deeper.

  “Jet, come on, man.” His lashes lift and he meets my eyes, his such a brilliant blue they’re like the sky. “Do it. I want to see her come. See you come. Right the fuck now.”

  Oh fuck, yeah. Take control, J. Control me.

  My dick swells more, and I hunch over, losing my breath. This is blowing my mind. I’m about to come, and it’s going to be off the charts. This is too much—too much pressure, too much pleasure, too much stimulation from every direction.

  Dropping my hand from her breast to her pussy, I stroke her clit in time with my thrusts, and I feel it, feel her shudder as she starts coming apart.

  Chapter Nineteen

  CANDY

  Title: Resistance is Futile

  From Candy Boys (Blog serial)

  “Come for me,” he whispers. “Come for me, Candy.”

  As if I have a choice.

  Still, I ask, “And if I don’t?”

  He grunts. “Then we’ll fuck you harder.”

  Now we’re talking.

  My body shakes uncontrollably as I come again, impaled on Jet’s cock. God, I can’t… can’t stop coming, he feels so good inside me, especially when he lets out a low moan, his cock jerking, the heat of his cum scorching even through the condom.

  Jet inside me, and Joel in my mouth, so thick and hard. I suck on him sloppily, unable to focus as fireworks are still exploding in my body.

  Then he’s coming, too, groaning as his dick jerks and shoots in my mouth. I start to swallow, choking on his cum, when he pulls out and comes all over my breasts, his blue eyes wide.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispers, then grunts, shooting again. His cum is hot. He’s hot as he comes, mouth parted, cheeks flushed, hunched slightly over, those abs clenched tight, his fist around his big cock.

  And he’s still hard.

  Whoa.

  I look up from his cock to meet his eyes. They’re still dazed, but a gleam has entered them, and a dark brow has gone up in question.

  Can I take him? My pussy is still clenching around Jet’s cock, and his hand is still between my legs, resting on top of my mound, a warm pressure.

  “Looks like big boy wants in, too,” Jet drawls in my ear, sending shivers skittering down my spine. “What do you say, Sugar Pop?”

  Joel’s other brow goes up at the endearment. My cheeks are burning. I’m caught between pleasure and embarrassment, in a net of affection and desire and confusion.

  “Yeah,” I whisper.

  Looks like I can take him, after all. I’m taking everything these boys have to offer. I’ve wanted it too long to chicken out now.

  I gasp when Jet pulls out of me, and his breathing is ragged, too. Joel reaches for me, and I’m passed from one to the other like a doll. Joel lifts me easily in his lap, then produces another condom and rips the foil open with his teeth to put it on.

  I remember how his cock felt inside me the first time, so thick and long and frigging hard—but a shocked cry escapes me this time as he slides into me.

  “Okay?” His eyes are concerned as he looks up at me. God, he has pretty eyes.

  “Yeah.” My voice is breathy. I’m so full of him, like I could burst. But something is missing. “Jet…”

  “Right here.” Jet puts his hands on my back, slips them down to my ass and squeezes. “Love your ass.”

  I moan when he runs his thumb down the crack, teasing my back entrance. His thumb continues its journey down until he touches the place where Joel and I are joined, making me jolt. My breath comes in short gasps.

  “Wanna take us both at once some day?” Jet’s voice is husky, laced with desire, and oh crap, is he hardening again? Because I’m sure I felt something hot and hard brush my back. “Front and back? One in your pussy, the other in your ass?”

  My vision grows slightly dark at the edges as the image forms in my mind. Joel’s cock twitches inside me, and I drop my head forward, trying desperately to swallow a moan that’s clawing up my throat.

  “Is that a yes?” Joel rumbles, his hands moving up my sides to cup my breasts and tease my nipples.

  That short-circuits my mind, and that moan finally breaks free. I clench around him, and I know when I come this time it will destroy me, but the image of them taking me at the same time is still there.

  Because I want it so bad. And because I’m an ass virgin and admittedly scared shitless to try. Yeah, I experimented in college, who doesn’t? But I never got that far. I kissed girls, dated several boys and tried all positions possible for a non-gymnast.

  It felt quite adventurous at the time.

  Jet’s thumb massages the crease of my ass, and jeez, it feels delicious. I open my mouth to say something or moan, probably the latter, when Joel decides he has waited enough and slides his hands back down to my hips, rocking up into me.

  Someone is moaning like a porno star, and I think it’s me. Holy shit. I brace my hands on Joel’s big shoulders and roll my hips, hunting more sparks.

  And I get them.

  Joel leans forward, puts his mouth on my breasts, sucking and licking, while Jet’s thumb teases my ass, brushing over my butthole over and over, and I’m on overload, caught between Joel’s mouth and Jet’s hands, that monster cock filling me to the brim.

  “This…” Jet kisses my shoulder, hot, open-mouthed kisses. “This is what I wanna do to you one day, when you’re ready. Put my dick there. I’ll make you ready for me, Sugar.”

  And his thumb presses into me, an insistent pressure, pleasure glancing off my nerve endings, gathering in my belly until I’m tittering on the edge.

  Feeling so full. Like they’re both fucking me. I can’t stop thinking what it would feel like if Jet had pushed his cock inside me instead of his thumb, how much fuller I’d feel. How much better it would be.

  His hard cock is rubbing against my back, and Joel releases the tip of my breast he had in his mouth to fuck me harder, his hands on my hips like vises, lifting me and slamming me back down on his hard-on, wringing breathless cries from me.

  Holy crap, I can’t believe I’m the one making all these desperate sounds, making so much noise. I can’t stop. Can’t stop sliding up and down Joel’s stiff cock, can’t stop myself from pushing back against the intrusion of Jet’s thumb in my ass, spiraling upward into a dark eddy of ecstasy.

  “Give in,” Jet whispers, licking my shoulder, his thumb fucking my ass. “Let it consume you. Let it pull you under. So fucking good.”

  “God…” My ears are filled with his voice, with Joel’s groans every time he slides back inside me, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. My body is filled with them and that thought alone…

  “Christ, Candy.” Joel’s rough whisper might be what pushes me over the edge.

  Or Jet’s cock jerking on my back, spilling heat.

  Or Joel’s hard dick inside me swelling so much it makes me cr
y out loud, my whole body spasming around him.

  Or the fact he slants his mouth over mine at last, and we shudder together.

  Darkness is seeping into my vision. I’ve never passed out from orgasming before—but I guess many things have changed.

  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 headlock. “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.

  Until I catch Joel’s eye on me, and his semi-hard dick, and man, these boys are hornier than anything my imagination could ever conjure up.

  “Let me do your back,” Jet says, grinning, and hell, he’s also semi-hard.

  “I thought only teenagers could get it up again so quickly,” I half-heartedly grumble—mostly because, as mentioned earlier, my pussy needs a break, even if it clenches hopefully at the gorgeous, sexy sight.

  “Joel is a fucking teenager.” Jet takes the cloth from me and starts washing my back. “I’m just sexed-up.”

  “It’s the bananas.” Joel winks at me, brandishing a bunch of bananas, and I snort-laugh.

  So sexy, Candy—but seriously…

  I twist to look at Jet over my shoulder. “So you really like bananas? That wasn’t Joel teasing me?”

  “Nah, it’s my favorite fruit.” Jet steps around me and eyes the bowl where Joel is mixing up something. “Don’t judge, okay? It’s good, sweet, filling, and easy. It’s not like my parents ever cooked anything, and…”

  A beat of silence.

  His back stiffens, and he starts turning away, but Joel drops the spoon he’s been using to mix up whatever it is he’s mixing and grabs him around the neck.

  “Hold up, fucker. It’s okay.”

  What just happened?

  I’m half out of my chair already, blood rushing in my ears. “What did I say? I didn’t mean to upset anyone.”

  “It’s not you, Candy Pop.” Jet struggles to shove Joel off. He fails and sighs, leaning into the other man. “I’m fine.”

  “You could talk to me,” Joel suggests. “About your family.”

  “Nah. I’m too sober for this shit.” Jet glances at me and away, but not before I see a shadow cross his gaze.

  “Fucker…” Joel shakes his head and sighs. “Then let’s cook. You chop up the onions, I hope they make you fucking cry, and Candy…” He waves a hand at me imperiously, and I smile uncertainly as I walk to take my place on his other side. “You cut up the bell peppers while I find the rest of the ingredients.”

  “What are we making?” I ask, trying not to stare at Jet’s somber profile, or his sexy body—or Joel’s for that matter. Besides, chopping the red bell pepper requires all my attention, unless I want to chop off my fingers, too. This knife’s sharp.

  “Chili con carne, Joel style.” He’s rummaging in the fridge, and I can’t help but look at his firm ass.

  “Ow.” Didn’t I know it? A line of blood appears on my finger. “Shit.”

  “Let me see that.” Jet grabs my hand. “You’ll survive. Let me bring you a Band-Aid.”

  “You okay, girl?” Joel stares from me to Jet and back. “You sure? You okay about everything?”

  “Uh huh.” I nod, smiling. “Okay about everything. Hey, what about the bananas? Are we going to eat those?”

  “That’s desert. With vanilla ice cream. Meanwhile…” He grabs a pot and puts it on the stove. “Wanna learn how to make my patented chili? Watch and learn, baby girl. Watch and learn.”

  ***

  After the heavenly chili and the divine dessert, I pass out again—more gradually this time—curled up on the couch between them. Thank God I remembered to text Brylee earlier about not going home tonight.

  I doze off on Joel’s padded shoulder, then wake up at night to find my head on Jet’s leg. Next time I wake up I’m sandwiched between them—and the next time, Jet is gone.

  I know he’s gone because Joel is facing me, snoring softly, and there’s nobody else on the couch with us.

  “Joel.” I hesitate, then shake his shoulder. “Wake up.”

  “Mmf?” He blinks owlishly at me. He’s resting his head on his bulging biceps, and my mouth waters just a little. “Wha?”

  “Jet. He’s gone.”

  “Gone where?” He sits up, scanning the dim room. “He left the apartment?”

  “I don’t know. He’s not with us here, on the couch.”

  “Shit.” He slumps back, lies down beside me. “Jet doesn’t sleep much. He’s probably drawing, or playing games on his phone or something.”

  “Why?”

  Joel shrugs, brows pulling together in a frown. “Nightmares. Stress. Anxiety.”

  “Oh.” I worry my lip between my teeth. “Can I help?”

  Joel shakes his head in the negative. “I don’t know.”

  It’s way too early in the morning to think straight. The sky is still dark outside the windows, and it’s chilly. I burrow closer to Joel for warmth, and he throws an arm over me, drawing me closer to his chest. He’s sporting some morning wood, but he doesn’t seem to be thinking of anything sexual as he lies there, gaze distant as if thinking, his arm heavy over my ribs.

  “Does it have to do with
what he started saying earlier, in the kitchen?” Joel gives me a hooded look, but I forge on. “About his parents. You told me once that he’s been through a lot. What did you mean?”

  He stares at me, a strange sadness in his pretty eyes. “That’s not my story to tell.”

  “Joel…” I’m frustrated. They’re my boys, especially now, in the dark hours of dawn when I can pretend we have something more than wild sex. “If he’s in pain, I need to know, so that I can help him.”

  He’s studying my face, seeking something. I’m not sure what it is, but after a long moment, he seems to find it, and he nods. “You like him. You’re starting to care for him.”

  For both of you, I want to say. I want to grab Joel and kiss the hell out of him, shake him and shout in his face that he’s winning me over every day with his sweet concern for both Jet and myself, but I just nod.

  “Jet’s mom is from Australia, but they moved to the States, East Coast, when he was ten. Then he moved here to Madison when he turned seventeen. That’s when I met him. He was my classmate at school.” Joel draws a long breath. “Something happened to him when he was younger, here or earlier in Australia. He won’t talk about it. But he told me once that his father was a violent man, and fuck, I don’t even want to imagine what he might have been through.”

  I lift a hand to his face, stroke his cheekbone. “You took care of him, didn’t you?”

  “We’ve been friends since we met. We have each other’s backs. He doesn’t open up easily, but he’s honest and true. He’s like a brother to me.” He opens his mouth, closes it.

  It’s obvious Jet is much more to him than a brother. The way he looks at him is so hot, it could burn tracks in the air, but it’s not my place to point that out.

  “So he has been living here? With his parents?”

  “Never met his parents. He came here to live with his cousins, and I’m damn glad he did. He used to have very bad nightmares when we first moved in together. They got better over time, but lately… Lately they’ve come back.”

  “Maybe the phone call from his cousin has something to do with it?”

  “What phone call?” He’s suddenly wide awake, gaze boring into mine. “The hell? Did he say that to you?”