24. Freddie
Freddie
Sloane and Cole are standing in the living room by my bookshelves when I come in. There’s a pink tinge to Cole’s cheeks, and I wonder what they’ve been chatting about.
He’s adorable when he blushes , comes a rogue thought out of nowhere.
Sloane’s eyes light up at the cocktails, and I pass her one with a flourish. I got really into cocktail making a few years ago, and hosted a fair few cocktail nights with various pals and colleagues before the interest waned. But the kit is all still here and the skills – though rusty – remain.
She takes a sip and closes her eyes in happiness as the flavours hit her tongue. There’s a fire in them when she opens them again and my cock twitches in my boxers.
“So, I was thinking,” I say, heading over to the sofa and sinking into the cushions. “We could get a takeaway and watch a movie, and then just see where the night takes us?”
Sloane follows me over to the sofa, an amused expression gracing her soft features.
“And where could it possibly take us, mmm ? I’m a very good girl, I’ll have you know.
” She halts in front of me with a smirk on her face.
It’s just then that Cole steps up behind her and places a kiss directly under her earlobe.
Her breath hitches and she tilts her head slightly to give him better access.
“I believe you, firecracker. I think you can be a very, very good girl.” Fucking hell, Cole’s voice has dropped into that slutty, sultry tone again, and my cock is suddenly wide awake. I have no idea how he switches from daytime Cole to sexy bedroom Cole so quickly, but damn, it’s hot.
She gives a slow blink at me as he places another kiss on her neck, then bites down. It looks gentle from here, but it’s enough to make Sloane gasp.
“I was serious about watching a movie, but if you want to skip it,” I offer, about to pull my shirt straight off. She laughs.
“Not a chance, pretty boy. I’m starving. And I want to see what other cocktails you have up your sleeve.”
Cole hums against her neck and then releases her. She twists around to look at him and then places a gentle kiss against his mouth.
Aaand just like that, I’m harder than cast iron.
She drops onto the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her.
“How do you feel about pizza?” I ask, clearing my throat and willing my cock to calm down. The night is young, and I’m going to be in pain if I remain this hard for a ninety-minute movie.
“I feel very positive about pizza,” she replies, taking another sip of her margarita and sighing happily.
An hour later, we’re halfway through two giant sourdough pizzas – one pepperoni (lady’s choice) and one Hawaiian (psychopath’s preference but I was outvoted) – and we’re solidly into Top Gun . Not the sequel – the OG one from the ‘80s.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never seen this,” Sloane says through a mouthful of pizza to Cole.
He shrugs. “My grandad mainly let me watch Westerns from the ‘70s. I don’t think he was very aware of what else might be on offer.”
“It’s one of the most iconic movies of all time!” My mum and I had a battered copy on VHS that we used to watch regularly when I was a teenager. I still have memories of her crying into her wine when Goose dies.
“The sequel is brilliant too,” adds Sloane, eyes fixed to the screen as Maverick and Goose start singing Great Balls of Fire .
“We could watch that next time,” I say with a grin, throwing my arm around Sloane and pressing a kiss to her temple. It’s a move that seems to take her by surprise. Her cheeks flush slightly as she side eyes me.
“Sounds good, pretty boy.”
I sigh contentedly, and realise that I’m every bit as happy snuggled up on the sofa with Sloane and Cole as I am when we’re getting down and dirty. Is this growth?
Sloane adjusts her position, unfolding her legs, and I seize the opportunity to tug her into me.
She pauses, but then lets me arrange her – with her head on my chest and my arm trailing down her back.
Cole lifts her feet into his lap and gives them a squeeze, and a contented little noise emanates from our girl’s chest.
“This is nice,” she whispers, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her sound less than 100% confident. There’s a vulnerability to her that I’m desperate to understand more about, but I’m terrified I’ll scare her off.
“It is,” I reply, while Cole murmurs in agreement. There’s a small silence while we all just watch the film, the pizza forgotten on the coffee table. We just exist together, in this domestic little bubble, watching a film that’s older than all three of us.
I content myself with trailing my fingertips up her arm, marvelling at the goosebumps that follow in their wake.
By the time the credits roll, the pizza’s all gone and we’ve worked our way through a round of negronis. The atmosphere has gradually become more charged while each of us waits for the other to make the first move. Sloane glances to me, then to Cole – before she snorts.
“You could cut the tension in this room with a knife,” she says with a breathless little laugh.
“I was trying to think of a way of suggesting we all get naked that didn’t sound crass,” I say with a shrug.
“I have an idea,” Cole says, his voice dropping to a gravelly timbre.
My ears prick up instantly, because I’ve long suspected that Cole’s got a few hidden kinky layers to him, and I’m curious about what he’s got up his sleeve.
“I’d like to watch,” he says. He levels us both with a molten look, and even I feel myself twitching at the thought. Do I have an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about?
“Only watch?” Sloane cocks her head, giving him a little smirk.
“I wouldn’t mind… directing, if you’re both open to it.”
Fuck me , why is that so hot?
“I’m up for it,” says Sloane, looking over at me for confirmation.
“I’m very up for it,” I reply, glancing down at my cock, which is firmly in agreement.
“If you don’t want to do anything, just say so.
I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable at any point.
But otherwise, are you both happy to follow my orders?
We won’t do anything extreme.” He looks between us as we murmur our consent, then gives us both a satisfied smile and stands.
He nods in the direction of my bedroom, and I know that’s our first command.
I slide my fingers into Sloane’s and tug her up with me. She follows willingly, a slight blush cresting over the apples of her cheeks. God, she’s delicious.
We arrive in my bedroom and I watch her drink it in.
While Cole’s is all moody colours, mine is crisp white linens and airy space.
It’s one of the only rooms in the flat that leans towards minimalist – I need at least one sanctuary in my flat where there’s no stuff .
My brain is cluttered enough as it is – I need to sleep with no visual noise around me.
I send a tiny prayer of thanks that Mariella, my cleaning lady, changed the sheets this morning.
Cole grabs the chair from the corner and drags it over to the side of the bed before undoing his belt and sitting down. He doesn’t take himself out yet, but I can see the hard outline of his cock straining against the seams.
“The night we met at Salt,” he says, looking between Sloane and me, “Freddie made you come. But it was me you looked at when you fell apart. I’d like to repeat that experience tonight.”
I grin at the memory. I only got to experience the main event. I didn’t get to see our girl’s face in that moment. Sloane gives him a slow smile and inclines her head, approving his request.
“Both of you, undress. Slowly. I want to watch.” Cole sits forward, elbows on his knees, and I feel the heat from his gaze.
He doesn’t take his eyes off Sloane as she slides her fingertips up her dress and snags the zip down the side before shimmying out of it.
I’m stunned into silence as I watch her.
Under the dress is a matching set of black lacy underwear. She smirks at me over her shoulder as she hooks her thumbs into her knickers and pulls them down. I stand behind her swiftly to unhook her bra, and it falls to the floor at her feet.
She’s totally naked now, and she turns to me, cocking her head.
“I said both of you.” Cole’s voice has a bite to it. I blink and realise I got distracted and forgot to follow his instruction. I swallow, and start to undo shirt buttons as I stand under the spotlight of their shared gazes.
It’s impossible to miss the heat in Cole’s eyes as he scans my body.
“Is this ok?” His voice is a low rasp. I nod, feeling my body warming under his scrutiny.
This is somehow more intense than last time.
Of all the unexpected shit we’ve done together recently, this feels more like we’re tiptoeing along the edge of something I don’t really know how to explain.
But I don’t want to pull away from it either.
I only know that I want to follow his commands. I want Sloane’s pleasure, but I want Cole’s… approval? Fuck . I push away the thoughts that are swirling round my head like a tornado, and return my attention to my girl as I tug my boxers down. My cock bobs up like it’s saluting the goddamn sun.
We both turn back to Cole.
“On the bed,” he orders. “Lie on your back, love. Let our boy worship those perfect tits.”
Our boy washes over me and goes straight to my cock. I am only too happy to obey as Sloane climbs up onto the bed. I pull the duvet off and chuck it on the floor.
She lies down on my crisp white sheets, and as I hover above her, I take a beat to admire her body. She’s all long legs and curvy softness that begs me to touch her. Her thighs have the faint silver of stretch marks, and I feel the urge to trace my tongue along them.
But this is Cole’s show, so I do as I’m told, cupping her boobs and lightly rubbing a circle over each nipple with my thumb, enjoying the contrasting textures of her soft skin and the piercings.
Sloane practically purrs as I gaze down, appreciating the soft heaviness of each breast, just bigger than a handful.