“Take it off, Bailey,” Holt demanded. “Take it all off because I want you bare when I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
Rafe suddenly remembered how vocal Holt had been the night they were together. Barking orders and commands like he had a right to do so. When Rafe hadn’t been tossing out his own, he had surrendered to every single one. Obviously, the man was doing something right.
Between the three of them, they undressed Bailey within seconds. Before she could recline on the couch, Rafe pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him, her breasts crushed to his chest. He kissed her hard, loving that she immediately kissed him back.
“Did you like that?” she asked, nipping his lower lip. “His mouth on you?”
“Didyou?” he countered.
“So much … it was so hot.” She arched her back as Holt licked his way down her spine. She repositioned, shifting her hips toward Holt, urging him to continue.
Rafe slipped his hand between her legs, teasing her slick folds with his finger, loving how she gasped when he touched her the right way.
He felt movement against his knees, then a tickle on his knuckles. He realized Holt was sitting on the floor, leaning back so that his face was between Bailey’s legs, the crown of his head pressed against Rafe’s balls.
Rafe helped Holt out, separating Bailey’s pussy lips with his fingers, feeling the slick slide of Holt’s tongue as he teased her.
“Oh, yes,” Bailey cried, her head falling back.
Rafe helped her move back so that she was straddling Holt’s face as he ate her pussy. Rafe was jealous. He wanted to taste her again. This morning he hadn’t gotten nearly enough of her. But this was good, too. He understood why she’d said it was so hot to see Holt’s mouth on him because watching the erotic encounter added a level of ecstasy.
Rafe focused on her tits, tugging on her pretty pink nipples while she rocked her hips, riding Holt’s face.
“How does it feel?” Rafe asked, throwing her question back at her.
“So good. His tongue… More, Rafe. I need more.”
Rafe pinched her nipples harder. Bailey cried out, thrusting her chest toward him.
She groaned. “I’m gonna come. Holt … Rafe … oooohhhh … yeeessssss!”
Rafe held her while she trembled, waiting for her to come down from the orgasm. When she did, she fell against him, her mouth sealing over his. She kissed him gently, almost reverently.
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she whispered.
He brushed her hair back from her face. “Like what?”
“Exquisite.”
“I’m not done with either of you yet,” Holt said as he stood.
“Who said we were done with you?” Bailey asked, peering back at him over her shoulder.
Holt’s eyebrow lifted in question. “What is it you plan to do with me?”
Bailey looked at Rafe as though seeking an answer, so he offered one.
Rafe held Holt’s stare. “What I wished I’d done all those years ago.”
Holt’s smile was slow and wicked. “Yeah?”
“What did you wish for all those years ago?” Bailey asked, glancing between them.
Holt answered for him. “He should’ve fucked me.”
Bailey moaned.
“I think she likes that idea.”
