16. Freddie
Freddie
“Oh my God, are you fifteen years old?” Cole replies, just as Sloane says, “Great idea!”
“What’s wrong, afraid you’ll end up naked? Because Sloane’s already seen what you’re packing,” I tease.
“No, I just didn’t realise this evening would be escalating quite so quickly,” he replies, glaring at me.
“What are the rules, then?” interjects Sloane, pulling the tie out of her hair so it cascades all around her shoulders. I groan, and she gives me a flirty little smile that goes straight to my dick. Fuck me , she looks like some sort of goddess.
“The rules of poker?” I ask, frowning.
“Yes, I’ve never played,” she says with a shrug.
“Oh God, I can’t explain the rules of poker with a semi,” I groan. “What about strip snap?”
“Strip snap?” splutters Cole.
“Yeah, it will be an incredibly efficient way for us all to get naked again,” I say with a shrug.
“Sold,” grins Sloane.
Cole fills up everyone’s wine – we’re on another bottle of red now and it’s sliding down a little too easily – before we arrange ourselves around the coffee table. He hands a deck of cards to Sloane.
“Lady’s choice?”
She smiles, accepting the deck and making a show of shuffling. My cock is 100% invested as she rolls her bottom lip between her teeth before dealing the deck between the three of us. Then the game begins.
It’s tense for a few moments while we all focus on the cards. The music is barely audible in the background as the silence grips us all. I’m staring at Sloane’s fingers when she suddenly, triumphantly shouts, “Snap!”
“What happens now?” I ask. “Who strips?”
“I think the winner chooses,” suggests Cole, raising his brows at Sloane. She gives me an evil grin.
“Say goodbye to your shirt, pretty boy.”
I’m only too happy to oblige, undoing the top button and yanking it over my head before lobbing it into the corner. Sloane gives me a shameless once over, the unmistakable look of lust in her grey-blue eyes. The game resumes, and this time it’s Cole who wins. He gives me a diabolical smirk.
“Freddie, take your jeans off.”
“Why am I the only one being picked on?”
“Because it’s fun, and you look so pretty when you blush,” says Sloane, throwing a sideways grin at Cole.
I whip off my jeans and fling them in the same direction as my shirt. I’m now in just my socks and Calvins, so this game is about to be over pretty fucking quickly as far as I’m concerned. As the game starts again, I laser-focus on the cards.
“SNAP!” I shout victoriously, slamming the card down.
“Lose the onesie, princess.”
“It’s called a jumpsuit,” she says with an eyeroll, but she stands anyway.
“Help me with the zipper, Cole?”
She spins so she’s facing me, with her back to Cole.
I watch as he rises, brushing her hair off her back and sweeping it over her shoulder.
Her eyes close at his touch, and there’s a look of utter reverence on Cole’s face as he pauses and skates his fingertips over her shoulders.
The temperature in the room ratchets up several degrees, and I realise I’m holding my breath.
Just as Cole locates the top of her zip, her eyes snap open and fix on mine.
She doesn’t break eye contact for a moment as Cole slowly draws the zip down her back.
She gives a little shimmy and the whole thing falls to the floor in a fluid swish, pooling around her ankles.
She delicately steps out of it and sits back down.
If I thought Sloane naked was a feast for the eyes, Sloane in lingerie is a whole other level.
She’s wearing a sheer black bra, her nipples hard enough to cut glass and begging for my mouth.
I can see the glint of her piercings winking in the light.
Her knickers are similarly see-through – so much so that I can see the trim tuft of hair, shaped like a landing strip, directing my gaze south.
Cole leans over and puts two fingers under my jaw, closing my mouth.
“You’ll catch flies in that thing, Freddie,” he chides, but there is nothing but heat in his voice. It sends an unexpected shiver down my spine.
“Where were we?” Sloane gives me a sultry smile as she sits back down, cross-legged this time. She knows exactly what she’s doing, the minx.
Play begins again, and within moments Sloane declares another victory. Cole’s shirt comes off, then his trousers, and suddenly we are all sat there in our underwear. The three of us exchange a heated look, and Sloane runs her tongue over her bottom lip.
Cole’s voice is raspy as he looks at our girl: “Shall we call it a draw?”
“Yes,” I say instantly, standing and offering my hand to Sloane.
She takes it, and I pull her up and into me.
I run my hands up her back and then down, cupping her round arse with a groan that goes right through me.
I can’t stop stroking her soft, supple skin, and as she leans into me, my cock kicks in my boxers.
She presses her chest into mine as she looks up into my eyes.
“Hello, Freddie Lane,” she says in a whisper.
“Hello, princess,” I whisper back. For a moment, as we stare at each other, mere centimetres apart, we are the only two people in the world.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cole rise.
He slowly, deliberately, comes to stand behind her.
She closes her eyes as she feels the heat of him before he touches her.
He skims his palms down her sides in a move that makes her shudder between us, and my own breath hitches. He sweeps her hair to the side again, and takes the opportunity to press a firm kiss to the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulders.
She tilts her head with a soft moan; her eyes still shut, and Cole begins a torturously slow trail of kisses up her neck, nipping her on the earlobe. She squeaks and opens her eyes, giving me a breathtaking grin before twisting around to meet Cole’s eyes.
There’s a heat in them that I’ve never seen before.
He glances at me and full-on fucking smirks before he kisses Sloane on the mouth.
It’s an awkward angle, but that doesn’t stop him as he grips her jaw and claims her.
I groan as I see a flash of tongues. I don’t know why Cole ever thought this would be awkward – I get to watch a live show AND partake in it?
I’m starting to wonder why threesomes aren’t the norm.
They break their kiss and my patience snaps. She turns back to face me and I’m there, fingers threading into her hair. I hold back for a beat, cradling her face as I gaze into her eyes. There are tiny green flecks in the grey that I’ve never noticed before.
I should be freaked out by how much I feel for this woman already, given I barely know her, but it feels so fundamentally right that she’s here, sandwiched between me and Cole, almost-naked and glorious and ready. I run my thumb over her cheekbone and her eyes slip shut.
I lean in and press my lips to hers, in a kiss that’s chaste for a moment, before she opens up and my tongue finds hers.
Then it’s like a slow, sensual battle for dominance as we taste each other, tongues tangling.
I groan just as she moans, and suddenly I lose control, desperate to possess her.
Her arms go round my neck and she pulls me in as we devour one another.
“Fuck,” mutters Cole behind us, just as we pull apart. I glance over her shoulder and his expression is pure lust. My cock gets even harder as we briefly lock eyes.
“Where’s your bedroom, Cole?” Sloane says, as my gaze snaps back to hers.
“This way,” he says, entwining his fingers in hers and pulling her towards his room at the back of the flat.
She lets him guide her, glancing back at me as I follow. She reaches out her other hand and I grab it. As Cole leads the two of us back towards his room, my heart stutters in my chest. We’re really doing this.
And it’s going to be amazing.