Bailey held her breath. She’d already had this conversation with Rafe, though it had been reactive rather than proactive.
Holt turned his head. “I’m clean, and I trust you. Both of you.”
Rafe looked at her.
“I’m on birth control, and I take it religiously. I don’t have any diseases.”
“I haven’t been with anyone but Bailey in three years.”
Holt twisted, and Bailey noticed his shock. It was similar to her response when Rafe originally told her.
“Seriously? No one?”
“No one,” Rafe confirmed.
“No condom,” Holt said gruffly. “Just fuck me already.”
Bailey leaned back, propping herself on pillows so she could watch the action.
“I better see you using that toy,” Holt said, his eyes on her as Rafe shifted behind him.
She turned the vibrator to its lowest setting, bent her knee, and pressed the silicone tip against her clit. Holt and Rafe both watched, which made it all the more thrilling.
After a minute, Rafe leaned forward and kissed Holt’s shoulder. “She wants to watch.”
Holt grunted.
“Turn over,” Rafe commanded.
Rafe lifted up, giving Holt room to turn over onto his back. Without hesitation, Rafe pushed Holt’s leg back, his knee close to his chest. Holt put his hands behind his knees and held himself open while Rafe angled his cock at his hole.
Bailey held her breath as Rafe sank inside him slowly. Oh, so slowly.
She tossed the vibrator aside, too entranced by them to focus. Shifting to her knees by Holt’s head, she watched as Rafe began fucking him while they stared at one another. Hot didn’t begin to describe what this was. This wasn’t a mere joining of bodies; it was an exchange of … everything. She could see it on their faces, in the way they touched each other as Rafe pushed in and retreated.
It was apparent this had been a long time coming, and she would’ve felt like a voyeur intruding on their moment if Holt didn’t take her hand, placing it under his thigh.
“Open him wider,” Rafe instructed.
Bailey pulled Holt’s leg back and wide, staring at where their bodies were joined. Holt’s cock was hard as steel between them, but neither of them touched it. She wanted to but didn’t want to disrupt what they were doing.
Suddenly Rafe paused.
“Turn over.”
Bailey released Holt’s knee and was about to get off the bed, but Rafe stopped her, grabbing her hand.
“You lay down.”
Confused but so turned on she physically ached, Bailey lay on the bed. A moment later, she realized Rafe’s intention because Holt moved over her.
She reached between them, guiding his cock to her entrance, and whimpered with sweet relief as he pushed inside.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Holt groaned. “You’re so tight. Oh shit.” He hissed. “Without a condom…I might not survive this.”
She giggled. “You will. I’ll make sure you do.”
Bailey felt Rafe’s leg brush against her feet as he moved into position behind Holt. She watched Holt’s face, the way his eyes closed and his lips parted. His hips shifted forward, his cock sliding deeper inside her. Rafe was fucking Holt while Holt was fucking her.
