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Bailey steps close to kiss me, her touch as soft as Cooper’s had been hard.
“Yes, we did,” she whispers. Then she drops to her knees next to him.
They go to work on my clothes, yanking and tugging. I hear soft laughter and watch them swapping kisses. My shirt gets thrown somewhere and my trousers fall to the floor around my ankles. Bailey starts to pull my shorts down but Cooper grabs her hand, halting the motion.
“Not yet,” he says, laughing when Bailey pouts. He leans over to kiss her full bottom lip. “Your own fault, Ross, talking all kinds of dirty in the car like that. I’ll carry that image in my head until the day I die.”
Cooper leans in, nudging my cock with the tip of his nose. I make an undignified gurgling noise that, thankfully, everyone ignores. I can feel the heat of his breath on the wet fabric over the head of my dick. I hold my breath again, anticipating his touch.
Waiting.
And waiting.
I glance down to see Cooper grinning up at me.
“Fucking teases, both of you.” I sound terribly put out, which makes sense considering I am.
“We wouldn’t do it if you didn’t like it so much,” says Cooper. He traces my length with his fingers, much like Bailey had in the car. Only this time the touch doesn’t stop.
The wet cotton of my underwear slips against the sensitive skin, giving me chills.
“Take it out,” I beg. My hands are pressed to the wall behind me to keep me from doing it myself.
“Oh, I could get used to this,” drawls Cooper. “You’re awfully pretty when you beg, Andrew.”
I’ve never much liked my full name, but when he uses it like that, especially like that, it makes me shiver.
Bailey strokes my calf lightly, watching Cooper with affection. She’s in love with him. I think she has been for a long time, though it’s only been in the last few days I’ve been able to see it.
Not that we’ve talked about it. Not that we’ve talked about anything important. We talk about our lives and our work and they ask me about the investigation at Sizzle which still hasn’t been resolved, and sometimes we talk about our families and sometimes about our pasts. But we aren’t talking about this thing between us. And we aren’t talking about what happened at my parents’ party today. We’re going to have to talk about it eventually.
Why does that feel like the beginning of the end? Everything is working, working better than I ever thought it would. In my wildest dreams I couldn’t imagine a relationship like this working so well. So why can’t we talk about it?
I can’t answer for Bailey or Cooper, but I know why I can’t. I’m afraid of losing this.
Cooper shoves Bailey back to the floor, peeling her skirt and stockings off, pulling her blouse off over her head. He leaves her bra, something I’ve noticed he likes. Bailey’s clearly caught on too, if the sheer variety of colors of underwear I’ve seen this week is anything to go by.
Coop spends a long moment tracing the violet lace over her breasts before tugging her back up, this time to sit astride his lap. He pulls her hands to his pants and Bailey takes the hint, undressing him without fuss or comment. I’m about to join them on the floor when Cooper stops me.
“Stay there,” he says, one hand on my thigh, the other wrapped around Bailey’s waist. He leans up carefully so as not to throw her off and takes the breath out of my lungs as he wraps his lips around the head of my dick, fabric and all. He sucks lightly, humming at something Bailey does with her hands, sending a shockwave all the way up my spine. He backs up, finally yanking my shorts down around my thighs.
“Back pocket,” he says to Bailey. I hear the sound of foil tearing, but the sound comes from somewhere far away as Cooper wraps a hand around the root of my cock, now leaking freely from the tip. He swipes a thumb over the head, smearing pre-cum before taking up a lazy, rhythmic stroke.
“Ready?” Bailey says. I nod before it dawns on me that she’s not talking to me at all. I look down just in time to see her kneeling astride Cooper’s thighs, sinking down on his cock with a heady sigh. Cooper groans, his grip tightening around me. When I can’t stop my hips from bucking up into his fist, he grins, opening his eyes to focus on my face.
He holds my gaze as he whispers in Bailey’s ear.
“Secrets don’t make friends,” I gripe.
“You’re such a child,” he says in normal tones. I slide my dick through his fist again.
“Hardly.”
Cooper snorts. Bailey laughs. As one, they lean in and lay their open mouths on either side of my shaft.
“Jesus. Christ.” I can’t keep my hands off them now, my fingers tunneling through their hair. Cooper’s is too short for much of a grip, but Bailey’s blonde hair is long enough to wrap around my fist so I do, keeping as tight a hold as I dare as they work me over. First matching their strokes like some kind of filthy performance art, then alternating. When Bailey sucks me into her mouth, Cooper moves to tongue my balls. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’d planned this, but this is just how it is between us.
Bailey pulls back, swirling her tongue around the head as she backs off. I look down to see her brace herself, one arm wrapped around my leg for balance, the other clinging to Cooper’s shoulders as she starts to ride him. Cooper hums again, the vibration making me crazy with want. He picks up where Bailey left off, wrapping his lips around the head of my cock and sucking hard before taking me deep. I groan, releasing Bailey to hold his face as he bobs up and down.
