Candy Boys

by Raven, Jo

  Then I’m literally saved by the bell. Can’t even be embarrassed at my relief when Joel flicks his gaze to the door, distracted.

  I’m gonna give Candy an extra orgasm for this—and despite everything, my dick hardens more at the thought. It was already semi-hard from having Joel in the shower with me, naked and concerned, plastering his ripped body to mine.

  “Gonna get the door,” Joel mutters, hauling his hard, dripping body out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist. He nails me with his deep blue eyes. “We’re not done with this conversation, though.”

  Oh yeah, we are. Very much so, if I have anything to say about it.

  I just need a moment to get myself under control again, so I lean against the shower wall and close my eyes, letting the water beat down on me. Washing me clean.

  Washing the blood off me.

  Fuck, as if my own nightmares weren’t enough.

  Candy’s cheerful voice reaches my ears, and I prepare myself to leave the sanctuary of the bathroom, pull down my shields and face her. Face them.

  It should be easy. I’ve been doing it for years, and hell, with them I’m easy in my skin, easier than I’ve ever been.

  But I’m also bared to them like I’ve never been. When they touch me, when they hold me, I feel stripped. Like my head is open, and they look inside, see all the dark things that make me, and those that gave birth to me. The things that marked me, that striped me like the branches striped the tiger.

  Then the bathroom door opens wide and there she is, all blond hair and brown eyes, her lower lip caught between small white teeth. She’s tiny, and yet she’s taking up all the air in the room.

  Her eyes drop to my hard cock, then lift up to my face. Her lips part and hell, I want her with every fiber of my being.

  She obeyed Joel and put on her glasses, but she’s already chucking them on the sink. Then she’s pulling off her sweater, kicking off her shoes, and walks toward me, walks right into the shower stall, under the spray.

  The water soaks through her clothes, sticking them to her curves. Her white blouse has gone transparent, and her lacy bra inside too, showing a hint of her dark nipples that makes my mouth water.

  “What are you doing?” I rasp, even as I drag her to me. “Crazy girl.”

  “I couldn’t wait,” she whispers. “Been thinking about you.” She glances over her shoulder at Joel. “About both of you.”

  I grab her face and kiss her. Kissing her is turning into a drug, I can’t get enough of it. She covers my hands with hers over her cheeks and kisses me back, her tongue fighting with mine. Her taste of strawberry and cream bubble gum is wiping my mind clean of fear and doubt.

  Then Joel steps under the spray with us, pressing his mouth on the back of Candy’s neck. “Ready to move this party to a drier place?”

  I’m not sure. Not sure I want to move, stop kissing her, even if we barely fit together in the stall and the water is turning cold.

  But Joel doesn’t leave me a choice. Like every time, he takes control, tugging us out from under the spray, wrapping towels over our shoulders, leading us out.

  My dick twitches in anticipation as he pulls us toward his bedroom, my brain teasing me with previews of what we might do.

  As Joel drags me to his bed by the arm and pushes Candy on top of me, all I can think of is, Hell yeah… count me in.

  ***

  Joel has Candy undressed in two seconds flat. He hauls her back against his chest and is playing with her tits as I spread her legs and part her folds to stroke her.

  She’s panting already, her nipples hard, her pussy wet. Slick. I run my finger up and down, opening her up, and her breathing picks up.

  When I push a finger into her, she shivers. “If you keep doing that…” A moan escapes her as I push deeper. “Oh, holy Joseph and Mary.”

  I huff a breath of laughter, and Joel grins from behind her, hiding his expression quickly in her hair.

  “You forgot baby Jesus.”

  “He’s too young for this.” Her hips lift off the bed, restlessly. “Please, Jet…”

  “Please, what?”

  “Need to come. Been rocking a girl hard-on all day.”

  I rub my thumb over her hard little clit. “Have you, now?”

  “Uh huh.”

  So sexy. My skin prickles with heat. My cock sways, heavy, between my legs.

  I slide my finger out of her, earning myself a whine of protest, and press it into her ass. Her breath comes out in a low hiss, but she doesn’t move away from me. In fact, after a moment’s hesitation, she presses down against my finger.

  “Do it,” she whispers. “I told you. I want to feel both of you inside me.”

  Joel groans and shifts. I catch a glimpse of his cock, rock-hard and wet. “You touching her asshole, dude? I wanna see.”

  He lays Candy on her back and crawls beside me as I breach her gently with my finger. She’s so wet I don’t need lube for it, but next time… Yeah, next time we’re going to my room where I have my stuff. Lube, toys… Can’t wait to put nipple clamps on her pretty tits.

  I wonder if she’ll want it. If she’ll like it.

  “Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Joel mutters, his hand moving over his cock, tugging. “Do you want it, girl? Want us both in you tonight? Fucking you from the front and the back?”

  She’s trembling, nodding, her eyes glazed. I wonder if she’s ready. Taking it up the ass isn’t easy. I should know. Even the dildo is too much sometimes.

  She’s shaking on the bed, her hips shifting restlessly, her legs trembling, her nipples hard. Her breathing is fast and loud, and her ass is sucking on my finger.

  Carefully I push a second finger inside and watch her as she writhes on the mattress.

  “Oh God…” She’s making little grunting noises. “Too much… oh yes… don’t stop…”

  I wish it was my cock inside her, not my fingers, wrapped up in her tight heat. I grip my hard-on, panting harshly. Heat is gathering at the base of my spine, ready to explode.

  “Need to taste her,” Joel says, and it takes me a long moment to understand the words.

  He scoots beside me, so that we are both nestled between her open legs. Her eyes track us, heavy-lidded as we kneel side by side, looking down at her naked body, my fingers deep inside her.

  Then Joel bends over and puts his mouth on her, and she goes crazy. She moans, rocking her hips up as I pump her ass, then stills, wailing as she comes, clenching around my fingers.

  Joel lifts his head, licking his lips, grinning like the cat who ate the canary, smug and aroused. “Candy sweet.”

  “Oh lord.” She’s still coming, still clenching around my fingers as I slowly pull them out. “Don’t… Please, yes…”

  Her eyes are hazy. Joel glances at me, shooting me a questioning look. I bite the inside of my cheek, unsure.

  “Please.” She’s reaching for us. Her cheeks are rosy. Her lashes look wet. “I want it.”

  Will she be able? Can she take us both?

  “It won’t be easy,” I mutter, annoyed at myself because I’m fucking dying to do it.

  Joel nods. “Let’s take a break.”

  “A break?” She sits up, and I can’t even pretend to look away from her tits as they sway in front of me. “You’re both hard.”

  Hard? Ha. There has to be a better description for the state of Joel’s dick and mine. Stiff like golf clubs. Hard like lava rock. Swollen like the trunks of small trees.

  My balls hurt. I push down my hard-on, wincing, I’m so damn ready to shoot.

  Candy climbs to her knees and clambers on Joel’s lap, throwing an arm around my neck, pulling me close. “I want it. Tonight.” She licks her lips. “I want us to try.”

  Us. The word sends a shockwave through me. Is there an ‘us’ in the picture?

  Joel glances at me again, grins, flashing that sexy dimple. “I like the sound of that.”

  Then he pulls us both, falling back on the bed, until we’re sprawled
on top of him, and he makes a grab for something on his nightstand.

  Turns out he had lube all along.

  Candy is looking down at him uncertainly, sitting in his lap. I’m lying beside him, propped on my elbow, my other hand lazily stroking my dick.

  Joel dumps two condoms and the bottle of lube between us and winks. “Here we go.”

  I wish I could grin back and wink. I’m aching with lust. And I’m nervous, because it’s obvious he considers me the ass expert and leaving that part to me.

  Not that I’m complaining. Like I said, I love asses. The idea of taking her up there is making my vision dark and my body tight with desire. But I’m afraid to hurt her. I may not be Joel, and my dick’s not a monster dick, but it’s not on the small side, either. At all.

  “Having second thoughts, fucker?” Joel asks, and I shake my head.

  “Nope.” With Candy sitting on Joel’s lap, her tits hanging heavy between them and miles of creamy skin on display, with her glistening pussy spread and ready and the prospect of fucking her at the same time as Joel—fuck, feeling him inside her as I thrust, joined through her…

  Her gaze locks with mine, sending more heat pooling behind my balls, making my dick weep. Worry is swept away in a fucking tsunami of need.

  “I hope you’re ready, Candy girl,” I mutter. “Your pretty ass is mine.”

  ***

  Candy is kissing Joel while I pull on a condom and coat my fingers and cock in lube, and it keeps distracting me from the task at hand.

  Fuck, I sure can see why Joel likes watching so much, though for me not any couple would do it. But seeing him with Candy, the two people I want with a gut-wrenching desire is enough to almost make me come on the spot.

  His dark head is bowed over hers, his arms around her, biceps bulging as he hauls her closer to better angle his mouth against hers. A groan rumbles through his chest, and the sound leaves me gasping and reaching for my dick.

  This is insane. How can every single thing they do turn me on? And why do I get this distinct feeling that taking Candy together tonight won’t be enough? That sex with her is not enough, period?

  With her and Joel, but that’s another can of worms, because at least Candy kisses me, touches me, has sex with me—while Joel keeps his distance at all cost.

  Well, except from the way he hugged me in the shower earlier, that he let me jack him off the other day, but those are exceptions. Moments in time when he forgot to freak out about being so close to another guy.

  To me. About caring about me, or getting hard for me.

  Candy reaches for me, startling me, her small, smooth hand sliding up my cheek. “Kiss me,” she whispers, and how can I say no? She tastes of sugar, but also of Joel’s darker essence, and I drink it all in, licking inside her mouth, fucking it with my tongue until we’re both breathless.

  Until Joel curls his hand at the back of my neck, sliding his fingers into my hair, making me shudder, leaning close to us, so close that I think he might join in the kiss—but he doesn’t. His hand on my neck tightens, tugging on my hair, pulling my head back.

  I break the kiss and stare at him, panting. “What?”

  His eyes are kind of unfocused, pupils dilated to hell. “Jet.” He’s staring at my mouth. I think. I lift my hand to it, to wipe it.

  He blinks. Turns to Candy. Strokes her mouth, slips his thumb between her lips, moans when she sucks on it. “Holy shit. Beg for my cock, baby.”

  “Please,” she whispers, licking his thumb. “Please, Joel.”

  “Jet, we gotta do it now, man.” He pulls back his hand, swallows convulsively. “My dick hurts.”

  With a groan, I slather more lube on my cock, so much that it’s dripping on the sheets, and get behind Candy.

  Fuck, her ass is just the thing for me. Round and heart-shaped, it fills my hands like a dream. My hands, slippery with lube, slip easily between her ass cheeks and tease her hole. I stroke over it again and again, feeling it spasm under my touch, feeling her whole body jerk.

  I’m gonna make it so good for you, sugar.

  Meanwhile, Joel is kissing her, playing with her. I see his hands moving, from her nipples down her belly to toy with her clit. His hand slides down her seam, touching mine where I play with her ass.

  He glances at me over her shoulder, giving me a small grin, and grabs her hips to lift her up, to push inside her. I know the exact moment his cock breaches her pussy because she moans his name and tenses up, back arching, her long blond hair swishing on her back.

  Fucking sexy, this girl.

  I give her a moment to get used to Joel’s big cock, to lower herself, take him all in, before I brush her back opening again.

  “Oh please…” She tries to see what I’m doing, twisting her body, but she’s impaled on Joel’s dick and his hands keep her still, even as he sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Steady,” he rasps, his voice gone so deep with arousal it vibrates in my bones and raises the hairs on my arms. “Hell, girl.”

  I circle her hole with my fingertip, push inside. She whines, held still by Joel’s hands, or maybe it’s the shock of being filled simultaneously by Joel and me. I stroke her inside, biting back a gasp when her heat sucks me in, then add a second finger.

  “Okay, Sugar Pop?” I keep stroking, slow, measured movements against her smooth inner walls. “Want me to stop?”

  “No. No, don’t…” She breathes out. “Don’t stop.”

  Not sure I could. “Tell me if it hurts.”

  At her nod, I scissor my fingers, opening her up, and she gasps. She’s holding on to Joel’s arms for dear life, bent slightly forward, giving me access.

  I may be in love with this girl.

  Frowning, I focus on her, adding a third finger inside her. She’s struggling to accept those fingers inside her, her breathing coming in short gasps—but she’s doing it. I’m filled with a strange pride for her, and something else, something that logs in my chest, hot and burning bright.

  “Fucking do it,” Joel whispers and looking up I find his eyes boring into mine, the deepest blue. “Now, Jet.”

  I draw out my fingers, slowly, then I grip my cock and push into her.

  My vision blurs at the pressure surrounding my hard-on, the velvet heat of her body as it closes around me. I grip her hips, pushing deeper, and ah fuck, I can feel Joel’s cock lodged inside her pussy.

  “Oh God!” Candy writhes in our twin hold. She moans, low and long, the sound a sparkling pressure behind my balls, making my dick swell more.

  Dizzy with pleasure, I push until I’m all the way in and then I close my eyes, shuddering. This is fucking crazy. Nuts. Insane.

  Joel is saying something, but it’s hard to think past the white noise filling my head, the fire boiling my blood. “Wha?”

  Instead of replying, he lifts Candy up, making all three of us groan, then lowers her back down on our dicks.

  And it all goes haywire.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  CANDY

  Title: Own Me

  From Candy Boys (Blog serial)

  “We own you,” he tells me as they both slide home, filling me up. “Every part of you.”

  “This isn’t the frigging Middle Ages,” I inform them, moaning at the double intrusion, welcoming it. “You can’t own people. I’d come willingly with you two, though.”

  Oh yeah, I’ll come. I’m coming. My kitty clenches hard, and my body shudders. Oh my God…

  “Well, there’s at least one part of her we don’t own,” J-Two mutters. “That mouth.”

  “Told you that you should have stuffed it with something,” J-One replies.

  They’re inside me. Both of them.

  My thoughts are frozen, stuck on this little fact, even as my body is moving, stretching, struggling to accommodate their thick cocks.

  And then they start moving. Thrusting into me. Holding me still as they slide in and out of me. It’s uncomfortable at first. I’m too full. Too stretched. Despite all the lube th
ey’ve used, despite being so wet for them, it’s still not easy, taking them both at the same time.

  Heck, taking one of them at a time was already pushing it. They’re not small, these boys.

  But as they find a rhythm, driving into me at the same time, their cocks sparking off every single erogenous spot, the discomfort fades and blinding pleasure hits.

  I claw at Joel’s biceps, my mouth opening in a wordless cry, as my body clenches so hard I see stars. I’m not coming yet, but suddenly I’m right there, balancing on a razor-sharp edge, heat racing up and down my spine, my breasts tingling, my pussy pulsing.

  “Oh yeah,” Joel breathes, pounding faster, deeper into me. “Fuck, Jet, I can feel you—”

  “Feel you, too,” Jet bites out, his grip bruising on my hips as he rocks into me in hard, short thrusts. “Goddammit.”

  I’m gasping for breath, can’t get enough air, this is too much, so frigging good, and…

  “God, oh God,” I chant as I come, white-hot pleasure unfurling in my belly. My pussy tightens so hard around Joel’s cock I groan, riding him, riding them both hard.

  I think I may be dying of pleasure. Dark spots are swimming in my eyes. I clench again, and again, distantly aware that Joel is swearing, his cock jerking inside me, and that Jet…

  Jet is still thrusting, but then he’s coming, too, moaning my name, his cock pulsing inside my ass. Triggering another series of mini-shocks that shoot straight to my pussy, where I tighten around Joel…

  Who rocks inside me again, still half-hard, gasping, his mouth open, his eyes wide.

  “Holy fuck,” he manages, and his dick pulses again, and I tighten, and we all moan. “This is cracked.”

  Yeah, pretty cracked. Incredible. The world shatters into a million bright pieces, and I fall among them, light as a feather. Heavy as a stone.

  They both cradle me in their arms as I come down from the high, shaky and limp and so frigging emotional my eyes are filling up with tears, and I cling to them, my heart close to bursting.

  Not even in my wildest fantasies had I imagined it would feel like this. How does one go back to writing a story when reality is so much better?