“I know.”
“That’s what you want.”
It wasn’t a question, but Holt said, “Fuck, yes, I do. I want to see the heat in her eyes.”
“She likes to watch,” Rafe noted, tugging Holt’s jeans down his thighs before stroking him firmly.
“I like that she does.” Sliding his fingers in Rafe’s hair, he pulled his head forward, urging him to put his mouth on him.
A sigh escaped, and his knees weakened when Rafe’s hot, wet mouth enveloped him. No preliminary lick, no light tease. Rafe simply took him to the root.
“Oh, fuck that feels good.” Holt released his grip on Rafe’s hair, allowing him to control the motion, but he kept his hand resting on his head simply so he could touch him.
Thankfully, Bailey was as timely as always. She walked in only moments later, her eyes wide as she faltered at the door.
Holt watched her face, storing to memory every nuance of her expression as she moved closer. Yeah, that was definitely heat in her gaze. The way she moistened her lips, as though eager to participate, had Holt’s cock thickening inside Rafe’s mouth.
Bailey met Holt’s gaze. “Findin’ creative ways to pass the time while you wait?”
“He was hungry.”
Rafe chuckled, sending vibrations along Holt’s dick.
“I’m hungry, too,” Bailey said, her eyebrows raised as though seeking a suggestion.
“Two options,” he said, his words raspy as the pleasure intensified. “We can pause this for later and have dinner.”
“Or…?” She prompted.
Rafe lifted his head. “Or you can get down here and join me.”
Bailey’s eyes flashed hot. She wasted no time getting to her knees. Rafe shifted so that she was in front of him. With his hand on Holt’s cock, Rafe guided it into Bailey’s mouth. Holt stared at them. He’d never seen anything as erotic as the two of them on their knees. Bailey’s sweet beauty and Rafe’s devilish good looks made for an enticing aphrodisiac. Hell, he could probably come without their mouths. They were that hot.
Holt grunted and groaned as his release built. They traded places, and he fought to hold on a little longer. When Bailey’s mouth was on him again, Holt slid his hand into her hair.
“I wanna come in your mouth, little rabbit,” he hissed.
She whimpered, her eyes pleading as she bobbed up and down on his length.
“Fuck, baby. It’s too good.”
Rafe’s hand curled around the back of Holt’s calf while he watched Bailey suck him deeper.
Holt couldn’t hold on any longer.
“All the way,” he ground out, resisting the urge to pull her onto his cock.
Turned out he didn’t have to because Bailey took the lead, enveloping him nearly to the root. As soon as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat, he came, her name tumbling from his lips.
***
All through dinner, Bailey squirmed in herchair.
She couldn’t help it.
Walking in to find Rafe on his knees with Holt’s cock in his mouth had been so freaking hot. Ever since the night she’d walked in to find them in a reverse position, she’d thought about it. Fantasized about watching the two of them together. She had no idea why it was hot to watch, but it was.
She was sure Holt had insisted they eat dinner simply to mess with her. He had to know she was hanging by a thread. If the sparkle in his eyes and the twitch of his mouth were any indication, he was enjoying her discomfort.
