17. Sloane #2
Cole gives me a very male smile as he kneels up on the bed, looming over me.
“In the drawer.” He nods at the bedside table next to Freddie, who pulls the drawer open and rummages.
“Mate, what the fuck is this?” Freddie pulls a little brown bottle out of the drawer, with a peeling masking tape label.
“The last guy I was seeing left it here,” he says, a light pink tinge cresting his cheeks.
“Pineapple sex lube? Where did you get it, Camden Market? It looks homemade.” Freddie throws the bottle at me, cracking up with laughter. I catch it, and sure enough, the words ‘pineapple sex lube’ are handwritten on the tape.
“I don’t know. I’ve got proper stuff in there too. Just bin it!”
“No way, this is too fucking funny. Pineapple sex lube,” he repeats, choking on a laugh. “We absolutely need to use the pineapple sex lube.”
“Stop saying it!” says Cole, glaring at Freddie.
“No pineapple sex lube for me, that’s just a fast track to a yeast infection,” I add, squeezing my thighs shut with a wince, though I can’t hide my giggles.
“Have you finished completely ruining the moment, Freddie?” scolds Cole, gesturing to us all, naked on the bed.
“Absolutely not,” Freddie says, chucking the lube back into the drawer and throwing Cole a condom.
“We’re going to need to hear the story behind it,” I say, as Cole tears open the foil and rolls it down his shaft.
“Don’t encourage him, firecracker. Are you ready for my cock?”
“Absofuckinglutely,” I purr, lying back down as he notches himself at my entrance. Freddie’s lying next to me, the laughter dying away as he stares intently at Cole’s cock. He slides it in slowly, pausing halfway to let me adjust.
“Fucking hell,” Freddie mutters next to me, all the humour gone from his voice. “This is so fucking hot.”
“So hot. And tight,” Cole pants out, as if he’s struggling to keep himself under control.
Cole’s cock feels like it’s filling me completely, and I’m already wondering how on earth I’d manage both of them down there. I close my eyes as he finally bottoms out and we just stay there for a few beats while we soak in the moment. I open my eyes to find Cole’s fixed on me, gazing at me.
“You ok?” His voice comes out softly, his mouth quirking into a lopsided smile.
“More than ok,” I whisper back. That boyish smile returns and he presses a light kiss to my lips before shifting slightly, angling my thighs so I’m wide open again. Then he begins a rhythm that has me seeing stars. “Freddie,” I pant, between thrusts. “Get over here.”
Freddie snaps out of his daze and sits up, looking down at me. I give him a sexy smile that’s equal parts flirty and encouraging as I reach for his cock. His eyes widen as I squeeze him, his flesh warm and firm. Then I gently tug and guide him to my mouth.
“Shit,” he pants, as I lick a long lazy line up the underside of his cock. I want him to fuck my mouth while Cole fucks my cunt, but I need to remind myself that this is his first rodeo – he might need me to show him what I want.
It’s not exactly easy to focus on giving a great blowjob while Cole’s busy rearranging my insides, but I give it my best shot, licking and sucking and swirling my tongue while Freddie mutters expletives above me.
Eventually, his instincts take over and he starts thrusting into my mouth and I think yes , this is why group stuff is always more fun than one-to-one sex.
I am alight with sensation as the boys get lost in their respective rhythms. Every cell in my body feels like it’s vibrating.
The intensity is so extreme that I can only moan around Freddie’s cock, my eyes rolling back as each of them takes what they need from me.
Freddie’s hand comes down and I expect him to grip my hair, but instead he cradles my jaw, gazing down at me with an expression that’s filled with as much awe as lust.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says, just as his hips stutter and he fills my mouth. I swallow it down and give him a last lick as he pulls out, enjoying his shudder.
“Fucking hell, firecracker,” comes Cole’s voice, drawing my gaze up to him.
His expression is almost pained as he thrusts into me.
“Look at how beautifully you take my cock. It’s like you were made for me.
Made for us. Come with me.” It’s a command as much as anything, and he reaches down and presses his thumb firmly to my clit, moving it just enough to make my body absolutely detonate.
The orgasm comes out of nowhere. I cry out harshly as the sensation takes me, and I feel my pussy flutter around Cole’s length as he comes inside me.
He closes his eyes and drops his head back for a second, sweat beading on his brow.
For a few moments, we just lie together, panting, as we come down from the high.
Then he gently pulls out of me and slips the condom off.
Fuck, I’m going to feel that tomorrow.
“Just going to pee,” I say, wriggling off the edge of the bed and heading into his en-suite. It’s got a huge free-standing bath – and a shower that’s big enough for three , I think to myself as I perch on the toilet. As I’m washing my hands, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I look happily and thoroughly fucked. My hair is all askew, my bangs sticking up all over the place. My skin is flushed and rosy. Definitely a post-orgasm glow that can’t be faked.
I know one thing for certain: I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.