Chapter Sixteen #2
A shrill noise cut the atmosphere like a knife and we both froze.
There was a horrifying moment of realisation and my mind shunted back into work-mode.
I whipped my head up, twisting at the waist to look back at the screens.
Nothing. They were just as we’d left them…
Still, the shrill noise continued, and it took me far longer than I was proud of to realise it was Freddie’s phone, rumbling in the sheets beside us.
I fished around for it, fingers clasping the case as I held it up. Freddie’s eyes were on me, wide with concern. I grinned, a familiar name emblazoned across the screen. I turned it around for Freddie to see.
Charlotte Calling…
“Don’t,” Freddie snarled around the tie between his teeth and I simply laughed.
This was far too good an opportunity to pass up. I hit the green button.
“Jugs. What can I do for you?”
“Oh, Hangman. I wasn’t expecting you to— Is Relay there?”
My eyes dropped to Freddie below me. “Yeah, he’s here. He’s a bit… tied up at the moment. Can I help?”
Freddie cast me a withering glare and it was all I could do to hold back my laughter.
I poked my tongue out between my teeth at him, pinning the phone to my ear with my shoulder as my hand found his cock.
I stroked him slowly, tip to base and back again.
Despite his anger, each pass of my hand had his hole clenching around me and I smirked knowingly.
“Oh, I mean, it was nothing really. I sent him a message earlier. He’s seen it but left me on read, so I was just checking in.”
“Oh, yeah – that photo of Dixon?” I asked, circling my palm over the tip of Freddie’s cock. He grunted softly, brows knitting with pleasure.
Charlotte hesitated. “Yeah, how did you—”
“He showed me. He’s good-looking, you should get on that whilst you have the chance.”
“Right?” she sighed. “I can’t say too much, but—” I heard a man’s voice, muffled in the background. “It’s none of your business! Work stuff, piss off. Sorry, what was I saying? Is Relay free?”
“He’s not, I’m afraid,” I replied, my amusement clear in my tone. This time there was a pause on the other end.
“What’s he so busy with, hm?” There were no flies on Charlotte, that was for sure. She knew. I could tell from her voice.
I covered the receiver and looked down at Freddie. “What do you think? Shall we clue boss lady in on what we’re doing?”
Freddie shook his head, cheeks flushing ever more pink by the second.
I knew this wasn’t the first time Charlotte had seen him like this – I had figured that much from some of the conversations I’d had with them both.
What was Freddie being so coy about? I grinned down at him, flashing him my teeth.
“Sending you a pic, hold tight.”
Freddie roared around his gag, screwing his eyes closed as I held up his phone, a predatory thrill coursing through me. I navigated to the camera app and leant back a fraction, ensuring I got everything into the frame.
“Smile,” I purred at him, earning myself a venomous glare instead.
I snapped a picture, taking a moment to appraise it before forwarding it to Charlotte…
And then to myself. My own phone lit up with a loud buzz on the bedside cabinet across the room.
I returned Freddie’s phone to my ear. “There. Has it come through yet?”
“Not yet,” Charlotte replied. “What is all this—” A ping interrupted us and I held my breath as the woman on the other end opened up the photo message I’d just sent her. I wasn’t sure what reaction I had expected, but a shaky sigh hadn’t been it.
“Wow,” she purred. “He’s really enjoying that, isn’t he?”
I held Freddie’s eye contact. “He’s been a good boy so far. You’ve trained him well.”
Some of his rage dissipated and his eyes drifted down to where our bodies were connected. To my surprise, I watched as his abs tensed and with a show of impressive core strength, he rolled his hips, fucking himself on my cock. I sank my teeth into my tongue.
“He is,” Charlotte sighed in my ear. “Such a good boy. How did this come about? I mean, I’m not surprised. You pair have been making eyes at one another since you met, but I didn’t expect Freddie to give it up whilst we’re on high alert.”
“What can I say?” I replied, my voice shaking a little, eyes fixated on Freddie, watching his every move. “I can be pretty persuasive.”
“You don’t need to tell me that.”
Fuck. I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off with Freddie moving like that. It was slow and shallow but so fucking sensual I was going crazy. When his lashes fluttered open, our eyes locking, the words came tumbling from me without a second thought.
“Catch you later, Jugs.”
“Wait, what—”
I hung up, slinging Freddie’s phone across the room and onto the single bed opposite. I wasn’t about to let us get interrupted a second time.
“You”—I breathed, lowering my body down until I was resting on my elbows either side of Freddie—“are trouble, you know that?”
Something about the glitter of amusement in Freddie’s eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing.
I couldn’t kiss him with the gag in the way, so I made do with sucking his neck, licking the salt from his skin as I rolled my hips over him, sinking my cock as deep inside as I could get it.
Freddie’s body tensed, trembling beneath me with a guttural groan.
My patience was in tatters. Freddie was so hot, so tight…
I pounded into him, my hips slamming against his.
Every thrust had needy grunts and moans spilling from him.
His cock looked like it was about to explode, rock-solid and veins popping along the length.
He was so into this, so utterly consumed by everything that was going on…
It drove me fucking crazy. I wanted to see him come, to see him lose himself to what I was giving him. I knew just what to do to ensure it.
My hand found his throat. “Good boy,” I snarled between clenched teeth, resting my forehead against Freddie’s as I watched him unravelling. “Good fucking boy. You gonna give me what I want? What I’ve wanted since I fucking laid eyes on you?”
Freddie’s whole body seemed to tense up, a long, low moan bursting from him.
Without me even having to touch him, he came, spurting ropes of cum all the way to his chin, over my hand as I held him by the throat, across his chest, his stomach…
I growled, more animal than man in that moment, watching every single fucking second of it.
Without thinking, I leant in and licked the mess he’d made from his throat, the salty, tangy flavour of him setting me on edge.
I fucked him harder still, enjoying the ragged, desperate groans I drew from him when I did.
I wasn’t going to be able to deny myself much longer, but I desperately wanted to hold onto this forever.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grunted. I released my hold on Freddie’s neck, fingers fumbling as I hurriedly yanked the gag out from his mouth. Just as my climax hit, pleasure so fierce it tunnelled my vision, I delved my tongue into Freddie. Nothing had ever felt so right.
I kept kissing him, not letting up for even a moment. Thrills shot through me when Freddie returned it with an enthusiasm that rocked me. I would never get enough of this.
When the need for oxygen grew too much to ignore, I eased back and gazed down at the man beneath me.
Freddie was fighting for breath, racked with shivers just as I was.
He was a real treat for the eyes and I watched him, taking in every detail.
I wasn’t one for being romantic, but apparently Freddie had unlocked some hidden part of me.
I didn’t want to give him up, not now that I’d had a taste of him.
Charlotte would have to fight me for him if she thought I was going to relinquish the chance to have this man that fit me in every conceivable way.
He belonged to me, and I to him. I’d do anything to ensure it.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?”
I blinked, so caught up in my feelings that I hadn’t noticed Freddie staring back at me. “Like what?” I asked, my voice rough.
“Like I’m the love of your fucking life,” Freddie chuckled. “Was it that good?”
I laughed aloud, running a hand through my hair to push it from my eyes before leaning in over him once more. “Oh, shut up.”
When my mouth found Freddie’s, he was already open and waiting for me. I groaned, instantly swept up in the tumultuous emotions I was trying to keep under wraps.
Fuck, I could really get used to this.