5. Cole
Cole
Freddie vanishes under the table, and the American woman casts a look over at me with raised eyebrows before she suddenly gasps, eyes going wide. Freddie is largely hidden by the tabletop, but whatever he’s doing down there is having a serious effect.
Her back arches against the booth and she mutters, “Oh fuck,” several times as she looks down at her lap.
I can just make out the top of Freddie’s head.
Her knee knocks against mine as she widens her legs to make space for him, her dress bunching up around her hips.
Even over the music, I hear him groan in approval, and I shift in my seat, my cock perking up as I take in the scene.
I can’t say I predicted the night would take this sort of turn, but who am I to stop true love’s first kiss?
She’s panting now, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back against the booth. The odd whimper escapes her, as if she’s fighting whatever feelings Freddie is coaxing out of her. A beautiful flush creeps up her chest as she squirms.
I can’t deny that I felt a pull to her when we met at the bar, though I’d shut all of those feelings into a box given Freddie’s gone into such a flap about her. But when she said she was into polyamory, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of hope.
I cannot for the life of me imagine anything coming of this beyond one wild night, but hell, I’ve always been open-minded. Freddie and I will definitely need a proper debrief after this evening.
I’m watching her openly, unabashed by the lack of privacy in our booth.
No one’s really looking our way, but even if they were, I doubt they would bat an eyelid.
I’m fully hard now as I drink in this stranger coming undone right before my eyes.
She’s beautiful, breathless, and exquisite – a wild thing writhing right in front of me.
Suddenly, she snaps her eyes open and grabs my hand, squeezing it hard and holding my gaze as her orgasm takes her.
Her mouth is open on a silent scream and we sit there, eyes locked as her body spasms and Freddie sees her through the aftershocks.
A few moments later, she melts into the booth and Freddie pops back up with the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Done,” he says, with a smirk, casually wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Touché,” she says breathlessly. She looks down at where she’s still gripping my hand and lets go. I pretend not to feel the loss of it.
“Well, boys, it’s been a ride,” she says, composing herself with a little shake. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
Freddie’s expression instantly falters. “You’re going?”
“I’m going. But thanks for the orgasm. That was wild.”
She climbs over his lap, smirking as she briefly straddles him, before hopping out of the booth and sashaying away. We both sit frozen as she disappears from view.
“Happy now?” I say, as he gawps in the direction she went. “I suspect we’re both hard as rock, and the only woman you’re interested in has just strolled off without giving you her name.”
“I’m in love,” he declares, his grin returning as he downs his drink. “Fucking game on.”