15. Chapter 15 Freddy
Chapter 15: Freddy
H e had no idea how they’d ended up confessing so many secrets to each other, but Freddy hated hearing the resignation in Sabrina’s voice. No way was he going to let her retreat back to the trailer where she’d found her dead dad. That was fucked.
“Race you to Heimdall’s Tower?” he challenged to break the serious mood.
“You know I’m already way closer than you, right?” Sabrina took the bait.
“Uh huh, bet I still beat you.” They never used fast travel when they raced, but he wasn’t above cheating tonight.
“Bet,” she said and turned her character around to hop back onto her horse and race toward Asgard.
Freddy snickered under his breath and pulled up his menu. Sabrina was too sucked into her own progress to notice what he was doing at first, but once she did, her reaction was better than he’d hoped for.
“Hey, what the hell, Freddy. No fair!”
“I never said we couldn’t fast travel.”
“But we never do. It’s just assumed.”
Oh, it was the perfect opening. “You know what they say about assuming, ‘Rina.” He made an exaggerated tsking noise.
He wasn’t prepared to feel her fingers tickling along his ribs, though. She knew he was ticklish there.
“Hey,” he howled his own objections while trying to squirm away without dropping his controller, but it wasn’t working. Giving up on the game, he twisted toward her and slid a hand behind her knee.
He’d accidentally discovered the spot while helping boost her up onto a big rock when they were out hiking one day. Now, he exploited it fully.
Her laughter filled the room, a sound so pure and infectious that he couldn’t help but join in. Soon, they were both rolling around on the couch, a tangle of limbs and laughter, grabbing at each other in a playful, tickling war.
Sabrina tried to pin him down, her hands swift and precise, but Freddy was quicker. He dodged her attempts, his fingers finding her ribs, her waist, the sensitive spot behind her knee again. She squirmed and giggled, her face flushed with joy and exertion. He loved seeing her like this—carefree, happy, completely in the moment.
She made a valiant effort to tickle him back, her fingers dancing along his sides, making him buck and laugh. He grabbed her wrists, trying to hold her off, but she was relentless. They rolled again, falling off the couch to the floor. This time, Sabrina ended up on top, straddling him. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Got you,” she declared, breathless.
Freddy chuckled, his hands resting on her hips. “For now,” he conceded.
She leaned down, her hands reaching for his armpits, a wicked gleam in her eyes. He squirmed, trying to avoid her fingers, and that’s when it happened. Sabrina shifted, and her thigh rubbed between his legs, right along his cock, which stiffened at the attention.
Their playful mood shifted as electricity sparked between their bodies. Freddy’s laughter caught in his throat, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. She had to feel how hard he was.
Sabrina froze, her eyes widening as she realized what she was pressing against, and Freddy held his breath, waiting to see what she’d do. The room fell silent. Only Sabrina’s ragged breaths and the charged current remained between them. If she pulled away, if Sabrina, his ‘Rina, rejected him… Freddy wasn’t sure he could survive that. It was his greatest fear. He’d let her see him, really see all of him.
He hung there, terrified, but she didn’t pull away. Freddy’s heart restarted as he sucked in oxygen, every nerve ending alight with the feel of her shifting every so slightly to the side, as if she were testing to see what would happen. Freddy slid one hand from where he gripped her behind her knee and traced the inner seam of her jeans up further and further. With every inch he moved closer to her center, she rubbed a little harder against him until he could feel the heat of her through the worn fabric of her pants. Her breath hitched, but she leaned into his touch, adding more pressure to his dick. He wanted inside her. Freddy wanted to connect them in the most primal way and claim her as his so no one else could touch her. He’d give her so much pleasure she’d never consider going back to Nebraska.
As Sabrina leaned forward over him, her hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt. He wanted her to rip it off. He wanted her to lean closer and kiss him again. This time, he was ready. He wanted to kiss her back. But he didn’t know how to ask for that.
Instead, he reveled in the soft warmth of her flesh as he gripped her ass to pull her tighter against him. Freddy rubbed harder against her core, watching her face closely until he was certain he’d found the right spot, the right motion, and the right force. Her breathing grew heavier, matching his own. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted slightly. She was beautiful, lost in the moment, lost in him.
Emboldened, he shifted his other hand to her breast, seeking the peak of her nipple to roll, pinch, and tweak it. She gasped, her hips jerking against him, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned down, exactly as he envisioned she would for a kiss, but before their mouths met, her hands gripped his shoulders, stopping her forward progress. Her nails dug into his flesh, and she ground her denim-clad pussy against him, smashing his hand between their centers until he moved it out of her way.
Then she rode him. Dry. Fully clothed. She rocked against him, making her breath come in short gasps. Her cheeks flushed, but instead of the bright red of embarrassment he’d seen earlier, this time, they glowed pink with arousal. She moved her hips to a tune he could only imagine, but he couldn’t miss its beauty.
Freddy fought for the control he needed to slow them down. He didn’t want this to be quick and dirty. If they were going here, doing this, he wanted to savor it. Sabrina mirrored his pace, her hand sliding down his torso, tracing the line of his belt.
He sucked in a breath as her fingers brushed against the sensitive strip of skin just above the waistband of his pants. As she teased his happy trail, he wondered if it was possible to die from pleasure.
Then Sabrina’s eyes locked onto Freddy’s, her voice a husky whisper. “Kiss me.”
A thrill shot through him, and he didn’t hesitate. He surged up, wrapping his arms around her fully to pull her to him and capturing her mouth with his. Freddy wasn’t going to waste a second of this second chance with her. He tangled his fingers through her hair and tugged gently to angle her head the way he wanted.
Sabrina gasped, and Freddy licked inside, tasting her sweetness and the Coke she’d been drinking earlier. He couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough. Sitting up to lean back against the couch, he kept his grip on her tight. She wrapped her legs fully around his waist and moved with him as they deepened their kiss even more. Sabrina cupped the back of his neck, demanding more from him.
He could feel her heart pounding, matching his own racing pulse. He trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, his hands exploring her curves even while his mouth returned to hers. As he traced the shape of her breasts, circling slowly back toward her nipples while using his teeth to tug gently on her lips the way he’d always imagined, Sabrina shivered above him, a soft moan escaping her lips. He loved that sound and wanted to hear more of it.
Her hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it up, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs. Freddy broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it away. Then he captured her mouth again, as he slid his hands beneath her shirt. Her skin was smooth and warm. He wanted to touch every inch of it.
She pulled back, just enough to whisper against his lips, “Off.” He obliged, peeling her shirt off and tossing it aside. Her bra was simple, black, and he couldn’t wait to see it on the floor. He reached around, unhooking it with a flick of his fingers. She shrugged out of it, her eyes never leaving his.
He took a moment to admire her, her breasts small but perfect, her nipples hardening under his gaze. He cupped one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the peak. She gasped, arching into his touch. He leaned in, capturing the other nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it.
Her hands were busy too, unzipping his jeans, yanking at his belt, and tugging to try to pull them loose. He struggled to regain enough sense to get them standing, move them to the bedroom, and do this right. This was Sabrina. This was important. This was everything, and he would not fuck it up.