Chapter Sixteen
Freddie was going to be the fucking death of me.
I had always known I was the jealous type but hearing him talking about Agent Dixon with Charlotte had lit a fire within me.
I couldn’t stand it, couldn’t hold back any longer.
I’d been waiting for too long and it was time for me to take what I so desperately wanted.
Freddie’s arousal was obvious beneath the thin material of his towel, and it was like a red rag to a bull.
I wasted no time, leaning in over him to grasp his throat before slanting my mouth over his.
Just that, the smallest of acts, earnt me a low groan.
A shiver ripped through me and I kissed him harder, forcing my tongue into his mouth.
Unlike the last time I had kissed Freddie, he opened up to me eagerly.
The kiss was messy, ferocious and desperate.
I’d been wanting this since the first moment I’d met him and I couldn’t seem to rein myself in.
I delved my tongue into Freddie’s mouth, blood rushing in my ears.
I wanted this to last forever, to live out the rest of my days attached at the mouth with this gorgeous man, but eventually we were forced to come up for air.
I backed off a little, my hand still wrapped around his throat as I gazed down at him.
He was breathless, flushed and looking like a fucking wet dream come to life. There was something expectant in his expression and I frowned.
“What?” I rasped, cock twitching when Freddie smiled at me.
“You asked about my type,” he murmured. “This. This is my type. Take control. Tell me what to do, Theo.”
Fuck. Fuck. I didn’t realise he knew my real name, but I supposed he was the intelligence portion of our operation. I grinned.
“Alright, Freddie,” I purred. “I’m game.”
Before he could reply, I pressed a firm kiss to his lips.
This time I didn’t allow myself to get too carried away, my imagination running wild with what we could do to one another.
I’d been fantasising about this for weeks.
I had too many ideas… A particular favourite that’d had me in a chokehold since we’d been stuck in this hotel room together came to mind and I ripped my mouth away.
“Stay,” I snarled at him, climbing off the bed and getting back to my feet. I stormed to the bathroom, snatching the shower robes that were hung up on a hook inside. I didn’t need the robes themselves and hurriedly stripped them of their tie cords before returning to Freddie.
It pleased me to see he hadn’t moved an inch. As I made my way back to him, I noticed just how flushed and sweaty he was looking, towel tenting a little over his hard cock. I felt perspiration breaking out across my body.
Freddie watched me approaching, his eyes dropping to the ties I had in my hands. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, but he didn’t look worried. He looked excited and fuck if that didn’t get my heart pounding just that little bit harder.
I’d had the forethought to pack condoms and lube before we’d left London. I’d hoped to get the opportunity to use them with Charlotte. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be gifted some time with Freddie one on one like this. I dragged my holdall from beneath my bed as I passed.
“Get up on the bed,” I instructed. “Arms up, wrists together.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked, breathless.
“Now, that would be telling.”
This was far from the first time I had tied up a bed partner and as such I made short work of it – binding Freddie’s wrists above his head with one of the ties. The other I had a different plan for.
“Open up,” I said, holding out the material.
“Is that really necessary?” Freddie asked. Despite his reluctance, he opened his mouth for me and let me slip the tie between his teeth, tying it gently at the back of his neck.
“I guess we’ll find out,” I teased. “Let’s see how noisy I can make you get, hm?”
I sat back on my haunches, tugging at the crotch of my cargo trousers as they pulled tight over my cock, hard, primed and ready as it was.
I took a moment to soak everything in, hoping I could commit this to memory.
Freddie squirmed a little, clearly uncomfortable with me gazing at him in such a way.
“Alright, baby,” I sighed. “I hear you. Let’s get on with this.”
I snatched his towel, dropping it off the side of the bed.
Freddie was perfect, every inch of him. I could see why Charlotte was so protective.
If I had something as mouthwatering as this to call my own, I would be too.
Perhaps if I did a good job here, I would one day call him mine. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted that.
I took my time, kissing and sucking down Freddie’s body, enjoying every shiver and breathless huff through his nose. Just before I got to his cock, I sat up. A laugh escaped me at the frustrated scowl he cast me.
“Patience, hm?” I leant over the edge of the bed, unzipping the side pocket of my holdall. When I dropped the lube and condoms down amongst the sheets, Freddie’s expression morphed to that of exasperation, making me laugh again.
“What? It’s best to be prepared, right?” I shuffled backwards on my knees a little, bending forward to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
He grunted, lashes fluttering and shaft jerking.
“Thought that might change your mind. Now, you’re going to be a good boy and edge a little for me whilst I get you ready. ”
I loved sucking cock at the best of times, but Freddie’s was especially delicious. I hummed around his length, enjoying the way his abs tensed and twitched, another of those soft, muffled moans slipping from him.
I couldn’t allow myself to get too carried away. Freddie wasn’t allowed to come, not yet. I wanted to be inside him when he did, to feel that sweet fucking hole clenching on me, milking me… With that in mind, I pulled my mouth off him with a pop and turned my attention to the bottle of lube.
Whilst I was ripping off the cellophane, Freddie lifted his hips, nudging the tip of his cock into my cheek and I smirked at him.
“Patience,” I growled. “Don’t give me a reason to punish you.”
That wasn’t a threat and we both knew it. Freddie groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, hips undulating a little with anticipation.
At last, I got the cap of the lube open, and I squeezed a generous glob out onto my fingers.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I sucked him back between my lips.
Freddie hummed around his gag, obediently spreading his thighs as my slippery fingers found their way between his cheeks.
I pressed one digit inside, breaching him with ease.
I flinched as even that, the simplest of touches, had a slutty little moan bursting from Freddie.
“You like that, huh?” I asked with a grin, thrusting my finger back and forth. My eyes jumped up, watching his expression. “Tell me. Do you like it?”
Freddie huffed, nodding his head. With each pass of my finger, his thighs began to quake, and I sank my teeth into one of them, sending a jolt of surprise ricochetting through his body.
Capitalising on his distraction, I pulled my finger free, replacing it with two and enjoying the way his expression crumpled with ecstasy.
“Look at the fucking face you’re making right now,” I murmured, pulse thrumming in my neck. “Is that good, baby?”
Freddie simply groaned in response, and I took his cock back into my mouth.
This time I kept my mouth soft, treating him to gentle sucks and kisses that were never going to be enough to satisfy him.
He tasted salty now, my fingers pumping back and forth and pushing that precum up his shaft.
Every time a new bead of it welled up, glistening at the tip, I licked it off. Delicious.
Soon enough, Freddie’s body had grown hot, soft and relaxed around my fingers.
I knew I was still going to be a squeeze – I always was, it was the price I paid for being well-endowed – but Freddie was ready for me.
I eased my fingers out of him, hands hurriedly falling to my flies.
I tugged my trousers down to mid-thigh, bringing my boxers with them.
I could have taken the time to kick them off completely but didn’t want to wait a moment longer.
Freddie writhed beneath me as I pushed his legs open. He was a mess, pinker than I’d ever seen him with a glazed expression and eyes fixed on my cock jutting up between us. I loved a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it.
I snatched up the box of condoms, tearing the cardboard and fishing around inside for one of the small, foil squares.
I ripped it open, cautiously rolling it down over my length.
Just that, possibly the least sexy of acts, had my cock throbbing in my palm.
I had to get a grip on myself before this was over too soon.
Condom in place, next was the lube. I grabbed it, flicking open the cap and squirting a load out into my palm before smothering it over my sheathed cock.
I took a deep, steadying breath and gazed at Freddie.
When he realised I was waiting for his attention, his eyes jumped up to meet mine. Fuck, he was so hot…
“Ready for this, baby?”
He nodded and I shuffled in, pressing the head of my cock to his hole.
I felt the ring of muscle stretching, opening up for me and I paused, teasing him with it.
I was barely inside, just the tip of my cock holding him open.
Freddie squirmed, chest heaving. This time when he groaned, I heard him loud and clear, even around his gag.
“Fuck, Theo. Please…”
If there were ever a magic phrase to get me to do whatever he wanted, that would have been it. I rocked my hips forward, easing inside him, inch by tortuous fucking inch. I could hear my heart thundering in my ears and I leant over him, resting my weight on my arms, trying to ignore how they shook.
My brows furrowed. “Fuck, Freddie. Fuck.”