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“You’re overdressed,” he says.
“You looking to get me naked?” I ask, delighted when they both promptly answer “Yes.” Bailey takes that as her cue.
“Drew’s got a point,” she says, releasing Drew with a long stroke of her hand that has his cock slapping against his stomach. She scoots in front of me, sliding her palms over my knees and presses up under the fabric slowly, forcibly reminding me of the night I got my hand up her skirt. Can’t say I ever thought about wearing a skirt myself—not my kink—but if it feels this goddamned hot, maybe I should start.
And that’s a bit too kinky, even for me. Too much for our first time together.
Not that I’m counting on a next time.
Right, because this isn’t a thing. This is just… I don’t know. Jungle fever? Except we’re in the mountains. Mountain fever? Whatever it is, it’s temporary, and I need to remember that.
Bailey watches me carefully, taking her time unwinding the thick roll of fabric at my waist, drawing it over my skin deliberately as she opens me up. Even the air around us feels like a stroke to my cock at this point.
Except for the sound of our breathing, it’s awfully quiet on this couch.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a dick before, Hicks,” I say. I’m just inventing reasons for him to fight with me now, but when I finally get up the nerve to look over, the stark want on his face has me gripping my balls, trying to stave off that point of no return. It must have the same effect on Bailey, because she’s got one hand on my leg and one hand digging in the pharmacy bag.
“Get down here and fuck me, Drew,” she says, tossing the box of condoms at him. And Christ it’s hot, watching him hop-to when she tells him to. Definitely something to explore next time.
There I go again, “next time.”
That voice of reason shuts down real quick when Bailey lowers her head to take me in her mouth. She did this once before, that night back in college.
Apparently she’s learned a thing or two in the last ten years.
“Jesus, Bailey.” I use both hands to pull her head back gently before I erupt in her mouth. “What do you want?”
“Like this,” she says, turning to capture my thumb between her lips. “Let me suck you while he fucks me.”
It’s all I can do to force the words out. “If you’re sure.”
Bailey laughs, releasing my thumb with an obscene pop. “Always wanted to try this. Never had the chance before.”
The sound of foil tearing has us both glancing back to watch Drew stroke the condom over his length. My mouth goes dry as he pulls Bailey’s ass up, spreading her knees and lining himself up. Bailey keeps her hand on my cock, kissing me everywhere she can reach except where I need her mouth the most.
“God,” she whispers. “Oh, my God.”
“Good?” I ask. When he bottoms out, Bailey presses her face to my hip, panting.
“Just wait,” she says. “You’ll see.”
Drew’s eyes snap up to mine, going wide when she says it and his hips start moving before any of us are ready. Bailey finds her balance, rocking back just enough to take the head of my cock in her mouth. It’s not the most artful blowjob I’ve ever had, but I imagine balance is a tricky thing when you’re getting railed as hard as she is. And the view… Sweet Jesus, the view.
Drew goes from zero to sixty between one thrust and the next, and the buildup of the last couple of weeks—hell, the last couple of months of us working together—hits me all at once and I thrust up a little too far, gagging Bailey and drawing moans from all of us. Drew drops down over her back, his fists on the ground, his face buried in Bailey’s neck. I sweep her hair out of his way as she works me over with her mouth, watching them both work up a sweat.
“Too close.” I realize Drew is murmuring against Bailey’s neck. “Too close. Don’t want to come yet, but fuck.”
Bailey pulls back a little, turning her head as though she’s going to answer him, but Drew’s already thrusting again, rocking both their bodies into me when his mouth grazes the tip of my cock.
“Fuck.” My hand fists in Bailey’s hair and she gasps. Drew catches my eye for half a heartbeat, then swallows me down and it’s over. Bailey’s crying out her orgasm, and I’ve got one hand wrapped around both their heads and Drew doesn’t let up for even a second, sucking me hard as I shoot down his throat, groaning hard.
It’s several minutes and lots of heavy breathing later before somebody grabs that towel and drops it back in my lap.
“Guess you planned ahead,” says Drew, still a little breathless.
“Guess maybe I did,” I say, tracing the lines of Bailey’s cheek where she’s resting on my thigh, a blissed-out look on her face.
Drew scoots over to lean back against the sofa, mirroring Bailey’s position on the floor. Without thinking about it my hand goes to his hair, drawing my fingers through it and rubbing his scalp. He sighs once, then goes very still. It takes me a beat too long to take my hand away.
