Chapter 2: Set Up
The room seemed to shrink as my heart pounded in my chest, the sound of another text from Bailey letting me know she was caught in a wreck about fifteen minutes away.
I looked at Colbie, her blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lamp, her lips parted slightly, her hand still moving up my thigh.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice a ragged breath. "This is crazy. We shouldn't do this."
Colbie's hand reached the top of my thigh, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in my sweatpants. She leaned in closer, her voice a husky whisper in my ear. But I want to. I want to feel you, taste you, fuck you.
I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.
Colbie's words sent a jolt of electricity straight to my cock, which was now rock hard and aching for release. I closed my eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control, but it was no use. My body was on fire with desire, and there was no denying it anymore.
I grabbed Colbie by the waist and pulled her petite body onto my lap, our lips crashing together in a fierce, desperate kiss. Her taste exploded in my mouth, sweet and intoxicating, like the best fucking wine I'd ever had.
I could feel her body pressing against mine, her breasts hardening against my chest, her hips grinding against my cock. She moaned into my mouth, her hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me closer.
I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted more. Needed more.
I broke our kiss, trailing my lips down her neck, tasting her soft skin, inhaling her scent. She arched her back, giving me better access, a soft moan escaping her lips. I sucked on her pulse point, feeling it race under my tongue.
"Fuck, Colbie," I groaned, my hands roaming her body.
I gripped her ass, pulling her harder against me, feeling her heat through my sweatpants. She moaned, her hips moving in a slow, sensual grind, rubbing against my cock.
"You feel so good," she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. "I've wanted this since the moment I first saw you."
I grabbed her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck. I kissed and sucked my way down, her skin tasting sweet and salty. She gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"I need to taste you," she murmured, her voice hoarse with desire.
She slid off my lap, kneeling between my legs, her eyes locked on mine as she slowly pulled down my sweatpants.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. Colbie licked her lips, her eyes widening with hunger. "Fuck, that’s bigger than I thought" she whispered, reaching out to touch me.
I hissed as her hand wrapped around my shaft, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. She stroked me slowly, her touch soft and teasing, her eyes never leaving mine.
"Colbie," I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch.
That’s when I heard the car door shut outside.
Bailey was home.
Colbie's mouth was inches away from my cock, her eyes locked onto mine, her hand still slowly stroking me. Time seemed to slow down as we both registered the sound.
Colbie quickly pulled up my sweatpants, covering my cock just as the front door opened.
We could hear Bailey's footsteps in the hallway, the sound of her keys dropping onto the console table.
Colbie quickly moved back to the couch, smoothing out her clothes, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I sat up straight, adjusting my cock, which was still painfully hard.
Colbie sat on the couch, her hands folded in her lap, her breath still coming in short gasps. We both looked towards the hallway as Bailey stepped into the living room.
She was dressed in her usual casual attire—jeans and a t-shirt, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. But something was different. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and she had a curious smile on her face.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," she said, her eyes flicking between Colbie and me. "Traffic was a nightmare. What did I miss?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but Colbie beat me to it.
"Hey, Bailey," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "We were just chatting about some ideas. It's been really productive, actually."
Bailey's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in Colbie's flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance. But she just nodded, her smile never wavering.
"That's great to hear," she said, kicking off her shoes and making her way to the couch. "It's important to get on the same page from the get-go, right?"
She sat down next to Colbie, her eyes darting between us.
"So, everything's good then?”
I nodded, my heart still pounding in my chest like a drum. “Colbie has some great ideas, and we've been talking about compensation too."
Bailey's eyes flicked to Colbie, her gaze sharp and probing. "Oh, really? That's good. What do you think, Colbie? Are you happy with what we discussed?"
Colbie nodded, her eyes meeting Bailey's. "Yes, actually. I think we're on the same page.
That’s when she saw it. My cock had leaked through my pants as it always does for Bailey. Except this time it was for Colbie.
Bailey's eyes widened as she took in the wet spot on my sweatpants, her gaze flicking between Colbie and me. The room seemed to freeze as we all processed what was happening.
Bailey's cheeks flushed, her eyes sparking with an intensity I'd never seen before. She turned to Colbie, her voice a low growl. "Did you...did you two just fuck?"
Colbie's eyes went wide, her breath hitching in her chest. Before she could respond, Bailey's hand shot out, grabbing Colbie's chin and turning her head to the side.
She examined the wet spot on my sweatpants, her eyes burning with a mix of shock and desire.
"Fuck," Bailey whispered, her voice barely above a growl. "You little slut. You were right there, in our home, about to suck his cock, weren't you?"
Colbie's chest heaved as she nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm sorry, Bailey. I just...I couldn't help it.
My cock twitched at the sight of Bailey's hand on Colbie's face, her grip firm and possessive. I could see the hunger in Bailey's eyes, the raw desire that was almost palpable.
"Fuck," Bailey growled, her eyes never leaving Colbie's. "You two were about to fuck right here on our couch, weren't you?"
Colbie nodded again, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Bailey. I'm so sorry.
I never meant to -" Colbie started, but Bailey cut her off with a sharp look.
"Shut up, slut," Bailey growled, her voice dripping with desire. "You don't get to apologize. Not yet. You don't get to do anything until I say so."
Colbie's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she took in Bailey's tone. I could see the fear in her eyes, but there was something else too. Excitement. Desire.
Bailey's hand moved from Colbie's chin to her neck, her grip tightening slightly. "Stand up," she ordered.
Colbie immediately complied, her eyes locked onto Bailey's as she slowly rose to her feet. “Get back on your knees” Bailey commanded, her voice thick with lust and authority. I could see the fear and excitement warring in Colbie’s eyes, but she did as she was told, dropping to her knees in front of Bailey.
“Good girl,” Bailey whispered, her eyes flicking to me. “Now you need to pull my husband’s cock back out and show me how bad you want this job, okay?”
Bailey’s voice was thick with lust, her eyes never leaving Colbie as she spoke. She had taken control of the situation with a sudden, unexpected ferocity that had my cock twitching in anticipation.
Colbie’s eyes darted between Bailey and me, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She looked both terrified and incredibly turned on, her nipples hardening visibly through her thin shirt. Slowly, she reached out and gripped the waistband of my sweatpants, her fingers brushing against my skin as she pulled them down.
My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum.
Colbie's eyes widened at the sight of it, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Fuck, you're so much bigger than my boyfriend," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Bailey watched, her eyes locked onto Colbie and me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was turned on, I could see it in the way her chest heaved, in the flush of her cheeks, in the way her tongue flicked out to moisten her lips.
"Show me, Colbie," Bailey commanded, her voice rough with lust.
"Show me how bad you want this job. Show me how you were about to suck his cock."
Colbie's eyes flicked to me, a mix of fear and excitement swirling in them. She slowly reached out, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock. I hissed at her touch, the sensation sending electric shocks through me.
Bailey watched, her eyes glued to Colbie's hand as it began to move, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That's it, slut," she growled.
"Suck his fucking cock.”