Junkyard Dog(51)

“I’ll set up the recorder in the next room,” Candy says, sliding past me with a quick graze of her hip against my crotch. “I want to see how loud I am.”

“Pretty loud,” I tease, pulling off my shirt.

Candy returns when I’m stretched out naked on the bed. “Wow, I forgot how impressive you are.”

“Take off your bra so I can say the same to you.”

Her smile makes me feel like a f*cking stud before I even touch her. Candy climbs onto the bed and gives my hard cock a slow lick from balls to head.

“You keep teasing, but I still haven’t gotten a single blowjob,” I say as she straddles me.

“Big dicks cause big problems,” she says, laughing at her comment.

I cup her jiggling tits, but Candy doesn’t stop giggling about my dick. Only when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth does she get quiet.

“If the first guy I ever f*cked was as good as you,” she murmurs while running her fingers through my hair, “I’d have become a f*ck junkie.”

“Shitty lay, huh?” I ask, nuzzling my face between her tits.

“Yes. I figured it was just because I was inexperienced. The next guy was boring too. I tried twice more before realizing I just didn’t like sex. A lack of romance led me to Toby and the kids and eventually you. I should send those crappy lovers a thank you gift card. I’m thinking Kmart would suit them.”

Candy barely gets the last word out before she lets out a groan. The head of my cock finds her waiting slit and parts the flesh with a hard nudge. She gazes down to where our bodies come together and then looks in my eyes. Her expression is so accepting I nearly proclaim my love and make things very awkward. Fortunately, she tightens her * about my cock, and my balls cry out in approval. The emotional stuff falls away, and we’re simply two people searching for relief.





THIRTY ONE - CANDY


After our morning romp at my house, we stop for breakfast and then stop by a few businesses so Hayes can scare people. Hungry again, he insists we have lunch. Finally, we end up at his office where we have nothing to do for the afternoon.

Hayes sits in the spare chair in the front office and stares at me while I surf the web. I glance at him, but he shows no reaction. I return to looking for Christmas gifts. We picked up Nightmare earlier, and now he stares at Hayes.

“Don’t you have work to do?” I ask without looking at Hayes.

“I’m brainstorming.”

Grinning, I glance at him again. “Brainstorming is sexy on you, boss.”

“How sexy?”

I turn in my chair and slide to the ground where I crawl to where a grinning Hayes waits.

“Very sexy,” I murmur, resting between his spread legs. “So very sexy.”

I lick the seam of his jeans and Hayes f*cking shivers. Grinning at him, I do it again.

“I thought you refused to give me a blowjob.”

“I do. It’s too big, and I’m afraid to die.”

Hayes throws his head back and laughs. The sound catches in his throat when I suck at his bulge.

“Candy, don’t play. People could walk in here.”

“Are you shy about showing your dick?” I ask, laughing before I finish speaking. “A shy Angus Hayes would be a sight.”

Hayes plays with my hair while I nuzzle my lips against his crotch.

“This isn’t the time,” he says in such a gentle tone.

My gaze meets his and I understand. “You care about me,” I say, standing slowly. “How adorable.”

Hayes pulls me into his lap and sucks hard at my throat. I cry out and then moan approvingly. His arms remain wrapped around my waist, and I wonder if the chair will crumble under our weight.

“I do care,” he says, lifting a brow as if daring me to challenge him.

“A lot?” I ask, deciding to challenge him.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think you could ever love me?” I push because I have no work to do for the day and having a big argument would give me something to do.

“Yes, I do.”

“In this century?”

“Could you love me?”

“No,” I say, instantly laughing. “Okay, yes, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I could never love you, but you hardcore loved me? Man, that would be great.”

Hayes rolls his eyes. “Why exactly would that be great?”

“Because you’re used to getting what you want, and I’d be the one thing you couldn’t have. I’d love to have the power to break your f*cking heart,” I say, caressing his furrowed brow. “No worries, boss. I’m pretty hardcore into you, so your heart is safe.”

Hayes cups my neck and pulls me closer for a kiss. His lips are tentative, and I sense he plans to say something heartfelt.

“That’s good to know,” he says instead.

“You’re a careful man.”

Lips an inch from mine, he smirks. “That I am, but I know what I want.”

“And you get what you want.”

“That I do, Candy Wilburn.”

We play tongue tango for twenty minutes before Hayes tenses in my arms. I hear the approaching motorcycles too, but I just keep sucking on his lips. He adjusts until I nearly fall off his lap.