17. Sloane
Sloane
I’m not sure I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
As we arrive in Cole’s bedroom, my eyes are immediately drawn to his huge bed, right in the centre of the room. Deep claret bedsheets beckon to me, but Cole has other ideas.
He pulls me into him and steals a plundering kiss – all tongues and teeth and heat. He nips my bottom lip before he walks me backwards to the bed. The back of my knees hit the edge and I land on the soft sheets with a bounce.
Within seconds, he’s prowling over me, caging me in as he steals another kiss. He knocks my legs apart with his knee and then I feel the heat of his hard cock right against my underwear. He grinds against me, stealing my breath as he claims my mouth.
“Are you wet for us, Sloane?” he says in a low voice, between kisses.
“You’ll have to find out,” I reply, rubbing myself against his cock as he groans. It’s a mirror of our moment at Slick Love, but this time there are no rules holding us back.
“Freddie, get over here.”
Freddie appears in my line of sight and climbs up next to me, giving me a salacious smile. We both look to Cole.
“Give her some attention,” he commands, and Freddie’s pupils blow wide.
I doubt he’s ever been given instructions in the bedroom, and it’s a joy to see he’s got a little hint of a submissive side.
I’m not surprised Cole’s decided to take charge – he’s got ‘hidden dom’ written all over his face.
As if the slutty little glasses weren’t a sign on their own.
As Cole slides lower, placing kisses along my stomach, Freddie moves in. He presses another kiss to my mouth before sitting back slightly, a look of admiration in his eyes.
“Stunning,” he whispers, and I hear the sincerity in his voice.
He comes across as so carefree, but there is an honesty about him that I can’t help being drawn to.
His gaze drops to my pierced nipples, and he drops his head back and moans, before closing his mouth over my tight bud, directly through the sheer fabric.
My body lights up and I arch into his mouth, feeling him smile against my skin. He flicks his tongue over the tip and tugs lightly on the piercing with his teeth. My hips buck involuntarily as pleasure shoots up my spine.
Just then, I feel Cole press a kiss over my underwear before he pulls it aside and slides two fingers through my centre.
“Fuck, firecracker, is this all for us? You’re soaked.”
I squirm as he strokes me, and Freddie’s head pops up.
“Show me,” he pleads and Cole holds up his fingers, which glisten in the lamplight.
They hold eye contact for a second, then Freddie leans over and licks Cole’s fingers and I simply pass away.
This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
They’re both throwing themselves into this and I couldn’t be happier – or more turned on. Freddie groans, giving me a feral grin.
“Are you going to make our girl come, Cole?”
“What do you think, Sloane? Would you like to come?”
“Please,” I reply.
The words ‘our girl’ reverberate around my head and go straight to my heart.
Fuck knows it’s too early to read into it, but I can’t help but feel a searing bolt of warmth go right through me.
I actually like these two. Which is both rare and terrifying.
Jessie’s words echo in my mind as I force myself to relax and stop overthinking it.
“I think you can do better than that.” Cole hooks two thumbs into my panties and pulls them down.
I wriggle to help him get them off me, and he puts his hands on my inner thighs and spreads them obscenely wide.
I must be completely exposed right now. My gynaecologist has probably seen less of me.
But the look on Cole’s face is one of pure worship as he gazes at my pussy before removing his glasses.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I feel myself blush as Freddie glances over and groans. Cole drops down and licks a long confident line right up my centre.
“Fuck!” I can’t help but cry out as he gets to work.
The man is an artist with his tongue – swirling all around my entrance before looping up to circle my clit.
His eyes are closed as he makes contented noises against me and I feel that spiral of heat rising in my belly.
Freddie goes back to licking my nipples and I’m basically a Roman candle, ready to erupt.
The sensations threaten to pull me under as my body undulates under their ministrations.
It’s not even just that they’re doing an excellent job of unravelling me – it’s their enthusiasm that’s going to take me apart.
I feel sexy a lot of the time, and in a place like Salt it’s easy to feel desired – but this is want on a whole new level.
“Shit, I’m going to come,” I pant out, reaching down to clutch a fistful of Cole’s hair. I’m practically grinding my pussy onto his face as my body screams for release.
“Beg for it, firecracker,” he says, pulling back slightly. I cry out in frustration – I’m right on the edge of euphoria and the bastard knows it. But fuck if his denial doesn’t make me that bit wetter.
“Please, Cole. Please. Please make me come. I need to come.” I sound every bit as desperate as I am, and he smirks before his mouth is back, wet heat searing against my sensitive clit.
He slides two fingers into me, finds my g-spot effortlessly, and then sucks my clit.
Just as I feel my orgasm cresting, he grazes me with his teeth and my vision goes static.
I scream as I come undone. It’s a full body experience. My body bows off the bed, my legs lock up as the muscles tense, and I feel the explosion in every atom of my body. Seconds, minutes, years later, I finally come down and lie there, utterly boneless, as aftershocks wrack my body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” whispers Freddie, kissing me just below my ear.
“Fucking delicious,” agrees Cole, placing a gentle kiss on my hip bone as he props himself up on his elbow.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” I whisper, staring at the ceiling as I try to remember who I am or what day it is.
“And we’re only just beginning,” says Cole, with a smirk. “Shall I get some more wine?”
“Yes please,” I reply. “I’m going to need a moment to recover.”
He climbs off the bed, giving me an almost boyish grin that’s so at odds with his commanding bedroom presence that I melt a little. Freddie sits up next to me and tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Incredible,” he says, looking down at me. I’m sure I’m sweaty and gross, but the look he’s giving me is all affection and heat combined. We share a smile and I reach up for him, tugging him back down to my mouth. It’s a long, lazy kiss this time, and I relish every second of it.
Freddie might have all the energy of a hyped-up golden retriever, but he’s surprisingly tender. I tuck that little thought away as I think about how much I want to get to know these boys, to learn more than just what they like in the bedroom.
Cole arrives back with an armful of glasses and a fresh bottle of wine, and we all take a moment to have a drink.
“So, er, how do you want to do this?” Freddie asks, cocking his head. “I’ve never had a threesome before.”
“What are your ground rules?” adds Cole, putting the bottle of wine away on a side table.
I give them both a smile. Not a lot of men would voice their concerns about the logistics of a threesome before embarking on their first one.
“Well, the only rule as far as I’m concerned is consent and communication,” I explain. “If any of us feels uncomfortable with anything, we’re all trusting each other to speak up and everything will stop immediately.” They both nod solemnly.
“The logistics can be worked out, er, organically. For example,” I feel myself flush before I say the next bit and I clear my throat.
“For example, I might have Cole in my pussy and you in my mouth. Or I might have you in my pussy and Cole in my ass.” I bite my lip as I watch Freddie’s brain short circuit.
There’s a tiny silence, and then Freddie puts his wine down and throws himself back onto the bed.
“Get over here,” he says, as I put my wine on Cole’s bedside table and obliging. “How are you even real?” he whispers, eyes flicking between my own as his hands come up to cradle my face. “You’re like a sexy little fantasy come to life.”
I smile, but I feel a little pang in my heart. He couldn’t possibly know the weight of what he’s just said.
I summon a little trademark smirk and bite my lip. “Does that sound ok, then?”
“More than ok,” comes Cole’s voice as he prowls around the other side of me.
“I think it’s time to lose the boxers, boys.”
I reach around and unclasp my bra. I rub my hands over my boobs, enjoying the freedom from the underwire for a moment.
It’s a sexy bra but it’s not exactly the most comfortable.
I can’t help but tug a little on my piercings – honestly, they were the best impulse decision ever – and watch as Cole and Freddie’s eyes are immediately drawn to them.
I give them a flirty grin as Freddie yanks his boxers off at lightning speed, his cock bobbing against his stomach.
As cocks go, it’s a beauty – tall and proud, with a tantalising bead of moisture at the tip that’s just begging to be licked. Even Cole glances over at it as Freddie props himself up on the bed and gives me a shameless grin.
“Told you I had a nice cock,” he says to Cole, who rolls his eyes.
“Very pretty,” he concedes, before pulling his own boxers off.
Freddie’s cock might be good looking but Cole’s is huge. Freddie’s eyes go wide.
“What the fuck, Cole? Do you have back pain from carrying that thing around all day?” he says, staring at the monster in the room as though unable to look away.
Cole shrugs, but there’s a smirk playing around his mouth. I’d noticed he was well-endowed at Slick Love, but seeing it up close in this context is a whole other ball game.
“Don’t worry, it will fit.”
“Oh, I’m not worried. Have you got condoms?”