25. Cole
Cole
Fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder than this in my life.
I didn’t know if Freddie and Sloane would be up for this, and the fact that they’ve dived in – Freddie quite literally – without hesitation is the world’s biggest aphrodisiac. Watching my best friend go to town on the woman we’re both into is my new favourite hobby.
Freddie and Sloane both look dishevelled in a sexy way, and goddamn if it doesn’t go straight to my ego – and my cock – knowing I’ve got them both in the palm of my hand.
“Switch places, firecracker.”
Freddie moves back, allowing Sloane to sit up as he shuffles around her to lie on the bed.
He tucks his hands behind his head, a ‘give a shit’ air about him as he relaxes on his bed.
He can be the absolute king of nonchalance when it suits him, and right now, with his cock proudly bobbing against his stomach and leaving a slick line, the crown suits him fine.
Sloane kneels between his legs and looks to me for the command. The power rush ripples through me, and I swear my cock leaks at the look on her face alone.
“How would a good girl say thank you for two orgasms?” I ask, tilting my head. She smirks in reply before she lowers her head and licks a long line up the underside of Freddie’s cock.
“Fuck!”
“Very good. Continue. Get him nice and wet. I want to see you bouncing on that pretty cock in a few minutes.”
She smiles, and Freddie mutters something under his breath. Could be a prayer, could be a plea for mercy. Either way, his breathing hitches every time Sloane’s tongue hits the sensitive spot underneath the head of his cock.
“Cole.” Freddie’s voice comes out a bit strangled, and I know it’s time to take this to the next level.
“Need something, Freddie?” I ask, in a benevolent tone.
He glares up at me and I can’t help but laugh.
“If I don’t come soon, I’m going to die.”
Sloane laughs softly, pressing delicate little kisses up his shaft.
“What a way to go though,” I muse.
“Please, Cole. Please.”
The sound of him begging does something to my insides.
“Ok, give our boy what he needs.” I slide a condom out of my pocket and throw it onto the bed next to them. She gives me a wide smile as she tears it open and rolls it down Freddie’s shaft, before she climbs up and hovers over him.
“Please, baby,” he murmurs, gazing up at her.
I hold my breath as her expression softens and she sinks down onto him, moaning softly as he fills her up.
For a moment, she stays absolutely still, and it’s like the three of us are lost in time.
They’re gazing at each other, and I’m gazing at them, and this whole weird threesome situation just feels so perfect and right and hot .
Sloane looks to me and I nod.
She moves, rolling her hips over Freddie in a way that has his eyelids fluttering. His hands come up to hold her hips and together they find a rhythm, both of them gasping and moaning as they spiral upwards.
“Cole,” comes Sloane’s voice, mid-pant. “I want you.”
“I’m here, firecracker.” I sit forward in my seat.
“I want to taste you.”
Oh, fuck me dead . I don’t even know how to reply as I stand, shuck off my trousers, and free my aching cock. Her eyes widen slightly as she licks her lips.
“Come here,” she says, holding her hand out to me. I lace my fingertips with hers and she reels me towards her. The angle is awkward and she’s moving as she rides Freddie, but it doesn’t deter her. She wraps a confident hand around my cock and leans down to lick the bead of moisture from the tip.
“Fffffuck,” I manage to get out.
“Freddie, set the pace,” she says down to Freddie. “I can’t concentrate on both. It’s like trying to pat my head and rub my tummy.”
I can’t help but snort, and for a moment we’re all just creasing up.
“I’ve got you, princess,” Freddie says, and the laughter dies as he thrusts up into her. She takes it, her mouth open in the perfect ‘o’ as Freddie finds a good rhythm.
Seconds later, she snaps out of it and glances up at me, before wrapping her perfect lips around my cock. Every nerve ending is alight as she licks, swirls, and sucks. Within moments, I know I’m not going to last. I’ve basically been edging myself for the last thirty minutes and I can’t hold back.
“I’m going to come,” I cry out.
“Not yet,” she says. I’m not sure when I let go of control, but it’s all hers now. “Together.”
I nod, screwing my eyes shut as I force myself to hold on. When I open them, she’s got one hand on my cock and the other down at her clit.
“Now?” pants Freddie, the effort on his face obvious.
“Now,” she breathes and takes my cock all the way back. The shock of it triggers my orgasm. I come with a groan, releasing down her throat just as Freddie’s movements stutter and he comes with a gasp. Sloane’s orgasm seems to follow, and tears shine in her eyes as she moans around my length.
The euphoria of the moment lasts a small eternity as my heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t help the sense of rightness that follows my climax. This is how it should be.
This is how it should always be.
The three of us together, laughing and talking and bringing each other to ecstasy until the end of time.
I slowly pull out and will myself back to Earth.
I can’t help but cup her face, her cheeks flushed and beautiful.
I drag a thumb under each eye, chasing away the tears, before I press a kiss to her mouth.
I lick along the seam, and I feel her surprise when she parts for me and I slide my tongue in.
I taste the both of us together, the tang of my release mixed with the slight citrus of the cocktail she’d been drinking.
“Delicious,” I whisper, and I enjoy the way a delicate blush spreads up her chest.
“Fuck me, that was incredible.” Freddie’s found his voice again. He’s still inside Sloane, and groans when she climbs off him and flops down on the bed.
Sloane looks blissfully, happily fucked.
Everything about her is sweaty and askew, in the hottest possible way.
I sit down next to her, gently brushing the hair out of her eyes.
For a few moments, we sit in a peaceful silence as our collective heart rates come back down.
I’m just thinking of suggesting a shower when she sits up.
“I’m going to head off,” she says abruptly, jumping off the bed as she searches for her knickers.
“Stay,” says Freddie, and I don’t miss the edge in his voice.
“You know I don’t do sleepovers,” she says lightly, but this time it feels a bit hollow. I want her here. I want her to sleep between us. I want the casual ease of snuggling up like we did on the sofa. I want to wake up with her, make her coffee, buy her a paper or whatever.
I want more.
“Stay,” I echo Freddie.
She pauses, just for a beat, and looks between us. An emotion I can’t read flits across her face, but she doubles down, those walls coming right back up before our eyes.
“Another time, maybe,” she says eventually, before pulling her dress over her head. “Thanks for an incredible night.” She leans down and presses a brief kiss to each of our cheeks.
Within minutes, she’s out the front door. I’ve got whiplash from how quickly the post-orgasm glow was whipped away.
“I wish she’d stop doing that,” mutters Freddie, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Are we coming on too strong?” I wonder aloud.
“I don’t think so? I’m already curbing a LOT of my enthusiasm, Cole. But she’s definitely holding back.”
“I agree.”
He pulls on his t-shirt, then pauses and looks at me appraisingly.
“You’re a dark horse, you know that?”
I quirk an eyebrow. “You think?”
“You’ve got this secret kinky side. Keeps taking me by surprise,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Did it go too far tonight? Were you uncomfortable?”
Panic grips my throat as I suddenly wonder if I’ve fucked the foundations of our friendship. Literally.
He studies some vague spot on the floor, frown in place, as if lost in thought. Then his gaze snaps back to me.
“No, it didn’t. It was really hot. I liked it.” He sounds confused, and I bite the inside of my cheek in worry.
“If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me, ok, Freddie? This thing only works if we keep communicating, ok?”
“Yeah, mate, of course.” But he’s distracted as he says it.
Twenty minutes later, I go home to my empty flat.