Her soft gasp was a good sign.
“I want you to come,” Holt told Rafe, keeping him in the moment. “I want you to come down my throat while she watches.”
And though he was telling Rafe what he wanted, Holt gave him a moment to decide.
***
Rafe was torn between mind-numbing pleasureand heart-stopping fear.
Surprisingly, it had nothing to do withwherehe was. For the moment, he couldn’t think about the house, and he wasn’t haunted by the memories of that long ago time. Both pleasure and fear came from seeing Bailey appear while Holt had his mouth on his dick.
He couldn’t explain it, but her presence heightened the pleasure ten-fold, but he couldn’t keep from worrying that this would ruin any chance he could have with her. Then Holt’s words rang in his head.
If I had to guess, you ask for absolutely nothing and expect even less. Can’t you just accept that there are people who love you?
Rafe hadn’t wanted to admit it, but there was so much truth in that statement. He didn’t ask for anything, and he expected absolutely nothing. From anyone. So, could this work? Could he have both Holt and Bailey? The only two people he’d ever loved? Had all his sacrifices made room for this?
There was only one way to find out.
Something inside him clicked, and he took the chance. He decided to go for it because this was already an all-or-nothing situation. He would have them both, or he would have neither. He couldn’t see any other way.
“Suck me,” Rafe barked, dropping his head back, acquiescing because it felt like the right thing to do. To surrender and take a chance.
His cock was enveloped by the wicked heat of Holt’s mouth once more, and the only thing Rafe could do was hold on.
“Come here,” Rafe rasped, staring at Bailey.
She hesitated but only briefly before padding barefoot across the floor. As she neared, her gaze shifted to his cock, watching as it tunneled in and out of Holt’s mouth.
Once she was close enough, Rafe reached for her hand, pulling her into him. The warmth of her skin lit him up, and the way her hand caressed his chest had his cock twitching in Holt’s mouth.
“Aw, hell,” he groaned. The sensations were intense, and he was grateful for the wall at his back. Otherwise, he would’ve been a puddle on the floor.
“How does it feel?”
He didn’t expect her question, but he responded as though it was normal to answer her while getting a blowjob from someone else.
“Perfect. You. Him.” He pumped his hips, trying to fuck Holt’s mouth while he tightened his grip on Holt’s hair. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
He could feel Bailey’s hand trembling against his chest, and he noticed she was breathing heavily as she watched Holt suck him off. Her eyes were glazed, her plump lips parted slightly. She wasn’t repulsed by what she saw; she was so turned on she was trembling.
Holt groaned, and the vibrations traveled up Rafe’s shaft, causing his balls to tighten as his release barreled down on him. He couldn’t hold back. He wanted to because the hot, wet drag of Holt’s tongue on his shaft felt so fucking good, but he couldn’t. He needed to come. More than that, he needed to come down Holt’s throat while Bailey watched.
“Fuck … I’m close…” He pumped his hips, holding Holt’s head in place as he chased the inevitable release. And when the electricity fired in his spine, Rafe tightened his hold on Bailey’s hand and let himself go.
Holt drank him down, not missing a drop as Rafe gasped for air, letting the ecstasy move through his entire being. His ears rang for a moment as the orgasm faded.
Rafe panted, using the beam for support, watching as Holt stood up and grabbed Bailey. He pulled her against him and crushed his mouth over hers. She whimpered, her arm coming around him while her other hand remained firmly on Rafe’s chest.
“Can you taste him?” Holt asked Bailey.
Rafe’s cock jerked, still semi-hard despite the orgasm.
“Yes,” she moaned, her hand falling from Rafe’s chest, but she grabbed his shirt to keep from releasing him as Holt assaulted her mouth.
“Your turn, little rabbit.”
When Holt lifted her off her feet, carrying her to the couch, she didn’t release Rafe’s shirt, so he was forced to follow, jerking his jeans up as he went.
