11. Cole
Cole
I sigh, rolling my eyes at Freddie. “I told you to google it!”
“I did google it! I just want to hear from Sloane herself, since she’s the one who lured us here with slippery intentions.” He gives her a full-beam smile and she rolls her eyes.
“I think it’s better for you to wait and experience it. Are you boys brave enough to be blindfolded?” She cocks her head, turning her gaze on me. I’m about to reply when Freddie butts in.
“Bring it the fuck on,” he says cheerfully. “You already know I love a challenge!”
Sloane arches an eyebrow and looks back to me.
“I’m game. How many of these have you been to?” I ask.
“I’ve done it twice before, one in a mixed group and one that was just women,” she answers. “The women-only session was particularly incredible, but then I was trying to seduce one of the participants at the time.” She gives a small, wistful smile.
“And the mixed one?”
“Definitely a different energy. Less of a goddess empowerment vibe and more of an extended foreplay situation,” she says with a shrug. “There will be a briefing before it kicks off so everyone is clear on the ground rules.” She gives Freddie a pointed look.
“Ooh, Cole does love a briefing,” he says, elbowing me in the ribs. “And rules, come to think of it.”
I feel myself blush slightly as Sloane steps a fraction closer to me.
“Does he now? Because I happen to really like breaking them.”
God help me. It's like she’s seen into my soul. That, or she’s read the kink list from my application. My cock twitches and I swallow, her eyes instantly tracking the movement in my throat.
For a second, it's just the two of us. I take in the slight blush dusting her cheeks, the way her grey-blue eyes have darkened like a stormy sea.
Her lips part ever so slightly, and my gaze drops down as her tongue darts out and wets them.
She catches me looking and smirks, then Freddie laughs and the spell is broken.
Her gaze shifts to him, and I watch him beam at her, completely unguarded, the way he is with everyone. I glance back at Sloane – at the easy way she holds herself, the self-assurance in her smiles.
God, she could eat him alive .
I shake the thought off as I look down at her and give her a slow smile, stepping into the right mindset. She looks back at me as the lust crackles between us all.
“Rules are there for a reason, firecracker,” I say in a low voice. She visibly shivers, and then we’re in a standoff – both staring each other down with a smile. Hers is coy, mine is hungry.
“Oh my God, you’ve got such daddy energy right now,” comes Freddie’s excited interjection.
We both turn to him.
I cock my head. “What do you know about daddy energy?”
“It’s the Pedro Pascal thing. The daddy state of mind. You’re all smouldering and in charge!” He says it with a beaming smile. “Honestly, I get the appeal. I’ve never seen you all flirty before.”
Sloane’s chuckling to herself throughout this exchange.
“You two are hilarious,” she says, leaning over me to accept a martini from Giancarlo.
I momentarily feel the heat of her as she brushes her arm over mine, and I have to stop myself from inhaling her scent as she moves back into place in between us.
“So we’ve got a golden retriever and a daddy – what does that make me? ”
Freddie doesn’t miss a beat.
“How about you be dessert, princess?” She shakes her head in amusement, but the smile doesn’t fade.
We’re interrupted by an announcement over the AV system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Slick Love at Salt is about to begin! I’d like to welcome Lotus up to the stage for a pre-event briefing—” cue a snort-laugh from Freddie “—and then we will get things going.”
The blonde Sloane had been chatting to climbs the stage and the room descends into a reverent hush. It seems that many of the attendees are familiar with what’s about to go down.
“Good evening, friends,” she says, in a soft but clear voice that carries throughout the silence. “I’m so delighted you’ve chosen to join in the magic of Slick Love tonight. We have quite a few newbies tonight, so please be gentle with them!”
There’s a small smattering of laughter before Lotus explains the ground rules – strictly no standing in the oil, no talking, and a clear double-tap signal to decline touch.
“Lastly, I remind you all that this is not a sex party or an orgy. The goal here is not orgasm, and there is to be no penetration or ejaculation.”
“Spoilsport,” whispers Freddie under his breath, drawing a frown from a woman nearby.
“Arousal is a common side effect, but it is not the goal. The goal is to connect with each other sensually. If you would like to tap out at any moment, simply raise your hand and I will come and extract you safely from the oil. We will begin in fifteen minutes.” And with that, she simply bows to us all and leaves the stage.
Ten minutes later, Sloane has vanished to talk to Lotus, and Freddie and I are standing in boxer briefs next to the huge tarp. His eyes are so wide that they’re basically all pupil.
“Having second thoughts?” I ask. He snaps his gaze to me instantly.
“No, of course not. If nothing else, this is going to be a great dinner party conversation starter,” he says with an affable smile. He’s a bit freaked out, but I know he’d never admit it.
“True. I can picture it now at the pub. ‘So, this one time, my best friend and I were blindfolded, naked, and covered in oil…’ It won’t sound weird at all .”
“Always take the unexpected opportunities when they’re thrown your way, Cole. Never quite know where things will lead you. Though, to be fair, as first dates go, this one is going to be hard to beat for memorability.”
Sloane suddenly appears behind us, now clad in a silky robe. Her eyes slide down the length of my body and she bites her lip.
“Hello, boys,” she says with a salacious grin. “Nice to see the goods before the blindfolds go on, but sadly I cannot afford you the same privilege.” She holds up two long strips of material.
“Is it time?” I ask, trying to sound neutral.
In truth, my heart is going like a jackhammer.
I’ve seen Freddie in his pants more times than I can count, but I’ve never been in close proximity to him while both naked and blindfolded.
I suddenly feel like a teenage boy with a crush all over again, despite the years of platonic friendship between us.
“Sure is. I thought I’d set you both a fun challenge. I’m starting on that side of the tarp. So you’ve got to find me. And with no speaking and no peeking…” She gives us both a sweet smile that’s all sharp edges.
“Fuck me,” says Freddie. “You’re a dangerous woman.”
“So I’ve been told,” she says with a smirk. “Now, be a good boy and let me put on your blindfold.”
He visibly swallows, then raises his eyes to me.
“See you on the other side, daddy.” He winks just as Sloane pulls the material over his eyes.
“He’s incorrigible, that one,” she whispers to me, as she lifts the material to my eyes.
“You have no idea,” I reply, just as my vision goes dark.
“Now’s the time to take your pants off, boys, if you’re feeling brave enough. Then you can take a step forward onto the tarp and lie down.”
“Of all the things you’ve ever done to impress a woman, this one has got to be the most bizarre,” I whisper to Freddie, who’s now lying next to me. I send up a silent prayer of thanks for Salt’s underfloor heating even as I cover my dick with my hand.
“You’re naked right now too, mate,” he whispers back. “Who’d have thought popping along for that drink a few weeks ago would lead us here.” He chuckles.
“I know.”
I will my body to relax just as Lotus’ voice calls out from somewhere nearby.
We’re about to begin. Gentle music begins, and suddenly I can feel warmth being poured all over me.
I stifle a gasp as Freddie mutters, “Fuck!” in surprise.
This feels… amazing. Relaxation settles all over me as I experimentally shift in the oil, and find myself sliding slightly as it pools around me.
“Bloody hell,” mutters Freddie from near my left ear. “I’m already hard as a flagpole. Do I have an olive oil fetish I didn’t know about?”
I laugh softly, but then swiftly find myself losing purchase and sliding without my control. Straight into Freddie’s side.
“Oops,” I whisper, desperately trying to shimmy away a bit to give him space.
“Don’t sweat it,” he whispers back, before sliding straight into me himself.
He puts out a hand to steady himself, and I flinch as his palm lands on my abs.
“Whoops, sorry,” he mutters, as I let out a strangled, “S’ok!”
We both try to move again, and find ourselves colliding once more, which only causes us to start laughing.
“Right, you go that way and I’ll go this way,” he whispers, pushing off from my abs and inadvertently sliding his hand right down towards my cock.
I grunt as his hand moves just in the nick of time.
“Have you been working out?” he whispers.
“Shut up,” I mutter back, before his hand lands on my abs again. My stomach contracts and my breath hitches. My cock is wide awake, and very interested in what’s going on. Freddie, oblivious, is undeterred.
“Seriously, your abs are so hard. It actually feels really nice!” He strokes down from my pecs and I practically vibrate.
“Freddie, are you trying to turn me on? Because you’re literally oiled up and stroking me right now.”
“Shit, sorry. I think the oil’s got to me. We need to find Sloane. Fuck it, I’m going to peek.”