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The doorbell rings just as Rachel is about to join him in the shower. “Hold that thought,” she says seductively as she plucks her silky robe off the tile where it fell. He has a feeling he knows who would be on Rachel’s doorstep this early in the morning, but he shuts off the shower and goes to look out the bedroom window anyway.
The familiar orange car sticks out like a sore thumb on the quiet street, and he smirks to himself. He cinches the towel around his waist and steps into the entryway, dripping water onto the wood floor.
“Hey, can I borrow your, uh—“
He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence; he doesn’t need to borrow anything, but it doesn’t matter. His dramatic entrance has the desired effect. In the doorway stands Lucy, looking like the cat who ate the canary. Rachel turns to him, lips curled in a knowing smile.
“Short sleeves,” Lucy proclaims victoriously.
Tim does his best to look upset at losing the bet, but if everything Rachel said the night before is true, are there any losers in this situation?
Lucy looks to her friend. “I can’t believe you slept with him! It was just supposed to be a date,” she hisses.
“Come on Luce,” Rachel bumps the other woman’s shoulder, winking. “Sharing is caring, right?”
That seems to be the magic code word; Lucy’s jaw drops open and her eyes snap to Tim before she looks back at her friend. “You told him?” she squeaks. When Rachel only shrugs, Lucy pulls her aside, though Tim can still hear every word. “Rach, he’s my boss! He’d never cross that line.”
“I don’t know babe, he was pretty into the idea. I swear his dick bounced every time I mentioned your name.”
Tim runs a hand over his wet hair, suddenly feeling very naked and exposed. It was a dangerous game role-playing fucking his rookie with her best friend. But standing twenty feet from said rookie and best friend with nothing but a flimsy towel to hide his hardon as they discuss a threesome…he makes a mental note to ask Lopez for the number of her friend who does private security. He’s definitely gonna need a new job after this.
Lucy glances at Tim, the nervous look transforming into a smug grin as her eyes drag down his still dripping body. “Is that so,” she asks to no one in particular, closing the door and moving further into the room.
He clears his throat. He was feeling pretty bold when he stepped into the room, but now that Lucy seems to be calling his bluff, he’s wavering. “I–I should get dressed and, uh…” He points his thumb over his shoulder and backs toward the bedroom. Before he gets far, though, Rachel tugs on the strap of Lucy’s purse, bringing her flush against her body. She glances at Tim, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips, then kisses Lucy.
There is no hesitation, no shyness. It’s clearly not their first kiss, which means everything Rachel told him about the two of them experimenting in college and occasionally sharing lovers is true. When Lucy sighs softly, melting into the kiss, Tim clenches the knot of the towel, his growing erection threatening to force it open. He should not be standing naked, watching the woman he just spent the night with making out with his rookie; he absolutely should not be pouting because he’s not the one making out with his rookie. He's frozen in place.
Rachel breaks the kiss and turns to Tim. “I have it on good authority that the two of you are insanely attracted to each other.”
Tim’s eyes flick to Lucy’s, catching her gaze and holding it for a beat longer than necessary. Rachel caught on early in the date, after he’d mentioned Lucy for the fifth time before they’d even ordered their meal, that his rookie consumed his thoughts more than could be considered professional. She didn't seem to mind. It turns out, their mutual affection for her sunshiny best friend is the only thing they have in common.
“You’re off the clock, there are no superior officers here,” their heads snap to Rachel in alarm. “If you two don’t do something about this chemistry, it’s going to boil over.”
“Rach—“
“Luce,” she matches her tone. “The flirting got so out of hand yesterday that you felt the need to push him onto another woman.” Lucy starts to argue, but she cuts her off again. “The fact that you chose me of all people is very telling. You’re the psych major, you know what it means.”
The two women stare at each other, a silent conversation passing between them, and Tim finally finds his voice.
“What exactly does it mean?”
Lucy turns to him with the same stubborn look usually reserved for him on shift. “We need to bang it out.”
His mouth drops open and he’s pretty sure he hears something pop in his brain. There is no possible way Lucy just said what he thinks she said. She lets out a soft giggle, letting her purse drop to the ground.
“Lucy and I are very good at being discreet,” Rachel takes her hand, guiding her closer to where Tim is standing. “What happens here today stays between the three of us.”
“Rach,” it’s his turn to protest, albeit weakly.
“Tim, you and I both know this wasn’t going anywhere. The only reason we spent the night together was so you could work out your fantasy, but why settle for pretend?” She cups his face in her hands, kissing him deeply. When she pulls away, he tries to follow, convinced he can taste Lucy on her lips. “She’s right here, and she wants this just as much as you do.”
He shifts his eyes to Lucy, who bites her lip but doesn’t look hesitant. She looks hungry. Throwing caution to the wind, he tugs on the belt of Rachel’s robe, taking in her silky skin as it falls open. “You ladies are severely overdressed.” He pulls on the flaps, dragging her with him as he stumbles backward to her bedroom. She reaches for Lucy’s hand, ensuring she follows (though Tim had no doubt she would). Lucy kicks off her shoes while they continue to the bed, still messy from their earlier activities.
“You two had quite the party already without me.”
“Don’t be jealous babe, we thought about you the whole time.”
Tim’s cheeks redden at Rachel’s words, but there is no time to dwell on it. Rachel turns away from him, attaching her lips to Lucy’s neck as her fingers lift the hem of her shirt. Tim pushes her robe down her shoulders, nipping at her skin but keeping his eyes glued on Lucy. She’s standing in her bra before them as Rachel works her jeans open, a tattoo peeking out between her breasts. He’s never paid much attention to things like tattoos and piercings, finding them neither a turn on or turn off, but the ink adorning Lucy’s skin has intrigued him since day one. He wonders what other parts of her body are decorated and the thought has his fingers digging into Rachel’s hips harder than intended. Not that she seems to mind.
Lucy helps Rachel push her pants down, shuffling her feet to kick them off, and then Rachel spins her so she is now between them. Tim tentatively reaches up to brush her hair off her shoulder, exposing the ink on her neck. She and Rachel continue to kiss and explore each other’s bodies with their hands, but she tilts her head just so, silently giving him permission. His fingers trail along her skin, just as soft as he imagined, and he presses his lips to the small tattoo on her neck. A soft sigh escapes her lips and she leans back, resting her head against his chest. Emboldened, his hands move of their own accord. He pulls her closer, one hand snaking around her belly to hold her to him, the other moving up to rest against her neck, turning her head just enough for him to capture her mouth.
Time seems to stop as he kisses Lucy. He doesn’t think too hard about the fact that he already wants to kiss her again, and they haven’t even come up for air yet, he just does the mental math of how long exactly is left in her rookie year. He’s vaguely aware of Rachel laving attention on her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, but it’s not until Lucy breaks the kiss with a moan that he notices Rachel’s hand in her panties. Watching his rookie writhe in front of him, feeling her writhe against him, rapidly approaching orgasm thanks to her friend’s practiced hand, unleashes something primal in him. He growls as he grips her hair, pulling her attention away from Rachel and back to him. He invades her mouth, swallowing the sounds of her climax and vowing to be the next one to draw them out of her. As Lucy’s orgasm dies down, she slumps against Tim. He finally takes his eyes off her to notice Rachel watching him with a knowing smile. She raises her fingers, soaked with Lucy to her lips.
“I thought you said we were sharing,” he growls as he grabs her wrist roughly, pulling her fingers out of her mouth and sucking them into his own.
There is only a hint of Lucy remaining, and she chuckles at his pout as he drops her hand and grips the back of her neck instead. He sweeps his tongue in her mouth, collecting the tangy flavor. Lucy is pinned between them, but she’s not idle. Her small hands roam Rachel’s body, the robe still hanging from her arms and doing absolutely nothing to cover her. She presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of her neck, her jawline, eventually pushing Tim aside to capture her mouth. Tim takes a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the women get lost in each other.
“I think someone’s feeling left out,” Rachel nods toward him and Lucy turns, biting her lip to hide a smile. He’s not pouting. He’s not. “Why don’t you go cheer him up with that Hoover you call a mouth.”
Lucy steps between his legs, kneeling before him, pulling the edges of the towel to expose him to her. Eyes wide, she licks her lips, but keeps her hands firmly planted on his thighs.
“Suck me, Boot.”
The look she flashes has him regretting taking that tone, using that nickname. They’re already playing with fire here. Reminding them both of the power imbalance and using it to get his way while naked is a surefire career-ender. But then the corners of her mouth turn up.
“Yes, sir,” she breathes out, leaning down to take his dick in her mouth without any teasing.
“Fuck, Boot,” his eyes slip closed and his head falls back as he gathers her hair in his hand, gently guiding her movements.
Of all the times he’s imagined his cock in Lucy’s mouth (and he’s imagined it more than he’ll ever admit), he never thought it would feel like this. Like any warm-blooded man, he’s always liked blowjobs. No matter the woman’s skill level, a warm mouth feels good. Rachel sucked him last night and he didn’t think it could get much better. But this…
“She’s good, right?” Rachel climbs on the bed behind him, running her hands over his shoulders and placing her knees on either side of his hips. Her warm body is pressed against him and he can feel her arousal against his lower back.
“Mm,” he nods his agreement as Rachel wraps her arms around him and presses her lips to the spot on his neck that she discovered the night before drives him wild. The dual sensation of Rachel behind him and Lucy at his cock has him feeling absolutely depraved. Without meaning to, his hips thrust forward, causing Lucy to gag around him. “Sorry,” he grunts out, though the sight of her with tears and saliva dripping from her face and her lips stretched wide to accommodate him has him feeling anything but.
“She likes it rough,” Rachel whispers in his ear before biting down on the lobe.
“It’s true,” Lucy gasps out after popping off his dick. She swipes the back of her hand across her mouth, and then he nearly comes then and there when she says the sexiest words he’s ever heard. “Fuck my mouth, Tim.”
Rachel turns his head to kiss him, deep and dirty, while Lucy resumes her efforts. He drops one hand to the mattress to brace himself, tightens his grip on her hair, and begins to honor her request. It’s not long at all before he’s exploding in her mouth. She dutifully laps up all evidence of his orgasm, then crawls up his body to straddle his lap. As she leans in, his eyes flit closed, preparing himself for the touch of her lips against his that never comes. When he opens them to her sharing the remnants of his release with Rachel, he groans. Not one to be deterred, he sets his attention on getting her all the way naked. While the women make out over his shoulder, he reaches behind Lucy to open the clasp of her bra, pulling the straps down and exposing her breasts to him finally.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this under that uniform.” He buries his face in her chest, tracing the tattoo with his tongue, delighted to see it snake under each tit.
“I could say the same to you.” Her hands run over his pecs, fingers trailing down his abs. Her gaze is lecherous.
Tim slaps her hands away, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “No, you had your turn.” He taps her ass to get her to stand and follows, directing her toward the head of the bed. “Lie down.” Lucy is sassy and loves to challenge his authority, but she is so good at taking orders. As she takes her place against the pillows, he takes Rachel’s hand, pulling her to stand and finally ridding her of her silky robe, then kissing her deeply. “I wanna watch you ride her face.”
“Oh fuck yeah.”
While Rachel crawls up the bed, Tim poses Lucy exactly how he wants her and drags her panties down her legs. He swipes his tongue over her folds, across her clit, but then he has another idea. “Wait, Rach,” he sits back on his heels just as she is about to straddle Lucy’s head, and the latter huffs in frustration. “Turn around.” She raises a brow, but when he grips his dick, pumping it a few times, she catches on.
Rachel takes her place, bracing herself on her hands and knees and lowering her cunt for Lucy to feast. Tim watches her work; she’s clearly done this before and knows just how to get her friend squirming. He grips Rachel’s braids, raising her head before she can attach her mouth to Lucy’s pussy.
“Suck.”
Obediently, she takes him in her mouth, lubricating his dick. He gets lost in the sensation for a few moments before remembering his mission. When he pulls out, she lets out a soft whine before attaching her lips to Lucy’s clit.
“Oh God Rach,” Lucy keens, shifting to slip a finger inside.
Tim’s brain takes a few seconds to reboot, but he finds his bearings, sinking into Lucy when Rachel pulls away to let out a loud moan. She lets out a string of unintelligible curses when he fills her, then returns to eating out Rachel with renewed fervor. He sets a steady pace, angling Lucy’s hips and holding Rachel’s hair so he’s not slamming into her head with each thrust. The feeling of Rachel’s tongue gliding over his cock while he fucks Lucy has him ready to explode far sooner than he’d like, so he pulls out completely. Rachel dutifully switches gears, wrapping her mouth around his dick and cleaning up all traces of Lucy. The switch calms him just enough that he feels he can last, so, much to Lucy’s delight, he pulls out of Rachel’s mouth and slams back into her pussy.
“Fuck, Tim.”
The room is filled with obscene sounds as they each focus on their task. Every time Tim feels himself reaching the edge, he pulls out to let Rachel suck him. Her efforts are stilted due to the pleasure Lucy is giving her, but it only helps to prolong his own excitement. Finally, suddenly, Rachel cries out, letting his cock slip from her mouth. Lucy continues to lick her through her aftershocks as Tim and Rachel double their efforts to get Lucy there. After a few more thrusts, her back arches off the bed and she cries out his name and he can’t hold back anymore. He pulls out, tugging on Rachel’s hair and rubbing his dick along her lips. Her eyes are glassy.
“Swallow,” he demands and she obeys sluggishly. She takes everything he gives, cleaning up the mixture of him and Lucy before the three of them collapse on the bed.
After several minutes Rachel’s breathing evens out and the only sound in the room is her soft snores. Tim smiles to himself; they had several vigorous rounds the night before and this morning before Lucy showed up, so she didn’t get much sleep.
“Shit,” he startles at Lucy’s voice.
Dammit, he thinks. Of course she regrets it. Will a simple TO switch make it right? Or does he need to leave Mid-Wilshire?
“Are—are you okay?”
“I just noticed the time.” Lucy sits up, grinning at him. “I better get in the shower, my boss is kind of a hardass and he’s not going to cut me any slack just because I got him laid.”
The tightness in his chest loosens and he chuckles as she climbs off the bed and pads naked into the bathroom. He waits until he hears the shower turn on, the scraping of the shower curtain rings against the rod telling him she got in, before he follows. He steps in behind her, tentative at first, but emboldened when she turns her head to smile at him. He presses his body against her back, enveloping her in his arms and nipping at her neck.
“You’re insatiable,” she scolds even as she reaches up to hold his head to her and presses her ass against his groin.
“Are you complaining, Boot?”
Something in his tone must alert her, because she turns in his arms to look him in the eye. “No, Tim, I have no complaints.”
“Yeah?”
Lucy smiles and pushes up on her toes to kiss him. It feels different than their other kisses. Sweeter, intentional, full of feeling. This isn’t a one-time thing, they didn’t get it out of their systems. It’s the start of something. Something life-changing.
The kiss turns heated and he crowds her against the tile wall, pressing his rapidly growing erection against her. She lifts her leg to wrap around him, shifting so he can hold her up, but he stops her. He’s not as young as she is, and the last thing they need is to explain this to the first responders they work with.
“Turn around.”
She readily complies, pressing her hands to the wall and bending at the waist to give him access. Tim covers her body with his, slipping his cock between her folds and sinking in swiftly. It already feels right, familiar, like they’ve been doing this for a lifetime. They work in perfect unison, quickly finding a steady rhythm. One hand is wrapped around her, holding her up, and the other is covering hers on the wall, fingers intertwined with hers.
“Tim,” she breathes as her head falls back against his shoulder. She lifts her other hand to cup the back of his head, twisting just enough to capture his mouth.
“Let go, baby.”
Again, ever obedient, she complies. Her inner walls grip his cock, pulling him over the edge with her and taking everything he has to give. They remain joined, panting against the wall as the water runs cold. It doesn’t escape his attention that he went home with one woman the night before, and then wound up in her shower with someone else. Of all the ways he expected this bet with Lucy to go, this was not on his bingo card.
“It’s gonna be a hot one today,” she says casually as she rinses off. “I’m so glad I get to wear short sleeves.”
She smirks mischievously and he huffs a laugh. “You earned it.”