Chapter Twenty-One #2
“Come on,” I huffed, my sweaty chest pressed into his back as I leant over him. “Come for me. I want you to use that sweet little arse to fucking milk me dry.”
I pounded into him, enjoying the way my skin slapped against his and the desperate, slutty little moans that spilled from Freddie as I did so.
Charlotte was still splayed out and as Dixon leant in to kiss her, she ground her pussy up into Freddie’s face.
Apparently, that was the final straw. With a guttural groan, Freddie stilled.
His cock jerked in my palm, spurting cum, and when I felt his hole contracting in rhythmical waves, it was all fucking over for me too.
“Freddie! Fuck!” I growled, screwing my eyes shut as a powerful climax washed over me. I pumped the condom full, barely able to breathe as the world tilted on its axis momentarily.
Freddie crumpled beneath me, body quivering, and I fell down on top of him, too weak to hold myself up.
“Oof!” Charlotte groaned, squashed beneath us both. “You’re heavy!”
“Sorry, Jugs,” I huffed, pushing myself up on shaking arms. I slipped my cock free from Freddie before wrapping my arms around him and heaving him off Charlotte.
He collapsed back against me, and I was pleased to see he was red as a beet, glistening with sweat. That had been a good one for him too.
A strange moment of silence overcame us as Dixon slipped onto the sofa beside Charlotte and we all soaked in what had just happened.
I’d had my fair share of threesomes, but a four-way was new to me.
It was fun, I was a fan. I hoped we got to do it again sometime soon…
My gaze drifted to Dixon, chest tightening with anger and frustration.
The Guild couldn’t do this, not when we’d only just begun to get to know one another. It wasn’t right.
“I need a shower,” Charlotte muttered, oddly morose given what had just happened between us all. Apparently even a four-way wasn’t enough to chase away the darkness that loomed inside her, knowing the decision she was inevitably going to be forced to make.
“Do you want me to—” Freddie asked, interrupted as Charlotte held up a hand.
“No.” She paused. “If it’s alright, I’d like to spend this time with Aaron.”
I felt Freddie grow tense against me, but he nodded. We watched them leaving, hand in hand as they turned off into the bathroom. The door clicked shut gently and Freddie sighed.
“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice low as I wrapped him up in a hug.
“I’m worried about what is going to happen when The Guild catches up to us,” he murmured. “Charlotte has… She has feelings for Dixon. If they order her to kill him, I’m not sure she could do it.”
“I don’t think I could do it either,” I muttered.
“Theo?”
I looked down at Freddie, our gazes locking.
“Whatever happens with Charlotte… Whether she goes through with The Guild’s wishes or not… Can I— Can I rely on you? If she does what she’s asked, she’s going to be a mess, and if she doesn’t…” His expression grew haunted. “I don’t know how I would go on without her.”
I gripped him tightly, cold fear encasing me. Logically, I had known what the outcome for Charlotte not following orders would be, but I hadn’t considered how that would affect Freddie. I pressed a firm kiss into his hair.
“You can always rely on me. Always. I’ve got you, no matter what happens.”
I felt Freddie’s fingers dig into me as he held me tighter still.
We sat in silence, listening to the faint hissing of water in the bathroom.
I wondered what deep conversation was taking place behind it.
Was Dixon trying to convince Charlotte to spare him, or was he simply comforting her, accepting his fate like the decent, moral man I already knew he was?
Charlotte was at the core of everyone’s happiness. If we lost her… I shook myself off.
The doorbell rang, making Freddie jump. The moment of quiet contemplation was shattered in an instant and I chuckled watching him scramble for his clothes. He was still hopping into his jeans as he hurried to the door.
“Coming!” he called out, just buttoning his flies as he disappeared around the corner. I heard the click as he slid the lock on the door, followed by muffled voices.
I snatched up my jeans from the floor, dragging them on. I frowned, fishing my phone from the pocket. It was gone 11PM. What sort of time was this for someone to be at the door— My heart stopped. Shit. No.
I sprung up, throwing myself off the sofa as I rushed after Freddie.
I skidded to a halt, spotting him standing in the hallway, unmoving.
Thank fuck, he was okay. It hadn’t been some sort of assassination attempt.
He held a pizza box in his hands, but something about the way the colour had drained from his face told me this wasn’t just any fast-food delivery. My palms grew sweaty.
“Charlotte!” Freddie shouted, snapping from his trance and striding past me to the bathroom. Still holding the pizza box in one hand, he hammered his fist against it. “Charlotte!”
I heard muffled voices on the other side of the door and the running water fell silent. A moment later Charlotte and Dixon appeared in a cloud of steam, wrapped up in towels.
“What is it? You scared the—” Charlotte’s face fell as she laid eyes on the pizza box “No…”
Freddie’s expression grew sorrowful and he passed the box over to her. “I haven’t opened it. I thought you should be the one.”
“What’s going on?” Dixon asked, clearly as perplexed as I was.
Neither Charlotte nor Freddie spoke, they just drifted back into the living room.
Charlotte perched on the edge of the sofa, never taking her eyes from the pizza box.
She smoothed her hands over the cardboard, deep in thought.
I desperately wanted to ask what was so terrifying about a pizza, but something about the tension rolling off her convinced me to hold my tongue.
Dixon caught my eye, casting me a quizzical expression.
I simply shrugged, letting him know he wasn’t the only one in the dark.
After a long moment of simply staring at the box, Charlotte sucked in a deep breath.
She tucked her thumbs under the lid and opened it.
At first, all I saw was pizza, but as Dixon and I crowded in a little closer, I spotted what had Charlotte so tense.
A black square of metal, like a business card, lay in the very centre.
She picked it up, fingers shaking and betraying her fear.
I’d never seen someone’s utter terror vanish so quickly. Charlotte blinked and she narrowed her eyes as she studied the card, angling it into the light for a better look.
“What is it?” Freddie asked with a frown. “Is something wrong?”
Charlotte’s face, once pale and drawn, burst into a smile, laughter exploding from her. Now even Freddie was confused, though he let her throw her arms around his neck and tug him down into a tight hug.
“What’s going on?”
“This pizza isn’t for me,” she eventually said, eyes sparkling with tears.
“Then who—”
Charlotte closed the pizza box, placing the card on top of it. She got to her feet and turned to Dixon, holding it out. With a blank, bemused expression he took it, staring at the card.
“It’s for you.” She grinned. “Welcome to The Guild, Stag.”
The End.