24. Freddie #2
When I can wait no longer, I lower myself down to her right tit, tilting my head so I can make eye contact with Cole just as I draw the tight pink bud into my mouth.
Sloane gasps and arches into my mouth, her enthusiasm the perfect encouragement.
I flick my tongue lazily over the edge of the piercing and she squirms, making contented little noises that go straight to my cock.
I snake a hand over to her left nipple and give it a light pinch, rolling it between my thumb and finger as she writhes beneath me.
I hear a soft, “Fuck,” from Cole as I draw back and place light kisses along the underside of her boobs, where it seems our girl is especially sensitive.
I delight in working out what sounds I can draw from her next.
“Please,” comes a slightly strangled cry.
“What do you need, Sloane?” Cole’s voice sounds almost stern.
“I need… more.” She gives him a pleading look, which seems to both amuse and arouse him.
“You heard our girl, Freddie. Shall we see if she’s ready for you?”
I sit back between Sloane’s legs and push them a bit wider. Her pupils blow out as I stare down at her pussy, and I can see she’s turned on as fuck.
“She’s soaked,” I say, smirking at him. “I don’t even need to touch her to know.”
“So responsive,” he purrs, and my own cock jerks against my belly.
“Give her your mouth, Freddie. Make our girl come.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grin, then bury my face in Sloane’s pussy, enjoying the rough gasp that comes from her as I make contact with her clit.
I wasn’t wrong – she’s absolutely soaked.
I groan as I lick a path from her entrance up to her clit, stroking it with my tongue until she’s arching off the bed.
“I need more,” she pants. “I need his fingers.” She looks at Cole as I continue to work her with my tongue, grazing her clit with my teeth in a move that causes her hips to buck.
“Does that needy pussy feel too empty?” he asks softly as her eyes roll back.
She nods, a pained expression on her face as her body starts to chase her orgasm.
It’s so close, I know she’ll come like this.
But I know it will be more satisfying if she can have my fingers filling her up at the same time.
“Be a good girl and you can earn his fingers.” Sloane screws her eyes shut and cries out, as I feel the telltale signs of her orgasm building.
She’s writhing, her legs unable to keep still as she spirals upwards.
Her hands are suddenly in my hair, tugging at the roots as she grinds herself onto my face.
“Give yourself over to him. Come for us. Then you can have his fingers.”
It’s as if Cole’s command tips her over the edge.
Sloane comes with a scream, followed by, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” as I work her through the duration of her orgasm.
I can tell the moment when she becomes just a touch too sensitive, as she jerks against me and pushes my face away, before her hands come up to her face and she pants her way through the comedown.
“ Fuck ,” she exhales. “Where did you learn to do that? You should be teaching a class.”
I beam, my heart swelling with pride.
“That was one. Now let’s go for two.” Cole’s leaning forward in his chair, his voice more breathless than before. “This time, try and keep your eyes on me.” She nods and blows out a breath. “Good girl.”
“You good, baby?” I say softly, blowing warm air over her pussy. She’s all raw nerves and heat, but I know we can wring at least one more orgasm out of her.
“I’m good, pretty boy,” she whispers back.
“Can you give us one more?” I kiss the soft flesh of her inner thigh as she nods, then gently start teasing her again with my tongue. She’s already halfway up the mountain, so I don’t expect it to take her long to come again. She just needs a little boost to get to the peak.
I glance to Cole, who gives me a nod, then I slide two fingers inside her.
She’s warm and slick and inviting, her muscles already pulsing slightly as I curl my fingers to find her g-spot.
She gasps and I smile against her, before starting up a rhythm – stroking her sensitive inner walls while I delicately lap her clit.
It’s a maddeningly light touch, and I can feel her fluttering, right on the edge.
I glance up at her through my lashes and see that she’s got her eyes locked on Cole.
His gaze is all pupil as he slides off his chair and kneels by the bed so they’re practically sharing breath.
Her expression is one of exquisite torture as she hovers on the brink of the orgasm that I’m holding just out of reach.
“That’s it, Sloane. Take what you need from him. You can come. Now.”
Cole’s command is a single word. I suck hard on her clit and Sloane detonates around my hand.
Her muscles flutter and spasm; her harsh cries bounce off the walls as I see her through a lengthy, intense orgasm.
She doesn’t take her eyes off Cole once, and just as she relaxes and goes boneless, he leans in and presses a hard kiss to her mouth.
I sit back and subtly wipe my face as they share a tender moment. It’s so hot watching them kiss that my cock aches, reminding me that it has yet to get involved in the party.
“Well done, pretty boy,” Cole says, smirking at me. “It’s your turn.”