33. Freddie
Freddie
Our date night is a roaring success.
It turns out the secret to Sloane’s heart may simply be the liberal application of guacamole. I feel my own heart swelling at the progress we’ve made in getting to know her better tonight, and we didn’t even need to get shitfaced on margaritas to do it.
I sneak away to pay the bill under the guise of going to the bathroom. Turning back to the direction of our table, I see the pair of them laughing together, her hand held in his. They look like a happy young couple in love, and I feel a tiny twang in my heart.
They’re both so happy and confident in who they are.
Cole’s been out since he was a teenager, and it sounds like Sloane’s been solid in her pansexual identity since puberty.
Where does that leave me? I’m confused about who I am for the first time in my life.
My sexuality has never had a question mark over it until now.
The ease with which they know their hearts and minds feels so alien to me. It’s like staring at the night sky - the harder you try and look at an individual star, the more it flickers out of existence. You can only really see it out of the corner of your eye and even then, how can you be sure?
I blow out a breath as I tap my card on the reader and head back to the table. They look up as I arrive, and smile, calming my racing thoughts.
“Anyone fancy a nightcap?” I suggest.
“That sounds fun. Shall we get the cheque?” Sloane goes to get her purse and I wave her away.
“Taken care of.”
“Don’t pay for me just because you’ve found out I’m secretly a financial burden,” she says, a tiny frown appearing.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I breeze back, pulling my coat on. “I wanted to treat you both.”
She gives me a slightly uncertain smile and I look to Cole. He gives me a small smile and a nod of thanks.
Satisfied, I hold Sloane’s coat out for her, then we make our way out of the restaurant.
“Cole’s place is nearest,” I say, as we make our way to the main road.
“Sounds like a plan,” he says, flagging down a cab.
We all climb in, Sloane settling between us on the back seat. She entwines her fingers with both of us and holds our hands on her lap, leaning her head back and closing her eyes.
I take a moment to just stare at her – she’s always perfectly dolled up, and I wonder what she looks like when she just exists at home.
I bet she’s even more beautiful. Her dark lashes are fanned across her cheek, and I notice for the first time that she’s got a subtle smattering of freckles across her nose.
“I can feel you staring at me,” she whispers without opening an eye.
“How?!”
“There’s an intensity about you, Freddie Lane. It’s like standing close to an open flame.”
I smile, leaning my head back. It’s not lost on me that I’ve thought that very thing about her in return.
Cole’s flat is lovely and warm when we get back. After shucking off our coats by the door, Sloane gives an audible moan of gratitude as she removes her heels and gives her feet a rub. The noise has both Cole and I looking up immediately and she laughs.
Within a few minutes, we’re all flopped on the sofa. Sloane’s head is on my lap and her feet are in Cole’s.
“You are a magician,” she murmurs, as he rubs her aching soles. “Maybe if I can’t find a proper job, I could start an OnlyFans for my feet. We could do a double act, with you acting as my on-screen foot masseur. We’d make a killing.”
I smile down at her. “OnlyFeet is definitely a viable option! You’ve got beautiful feet, even if toes aren’t my thing.”
“I do actually know a few people who do OnlyFans,” she muses. “Proper naked OnlyFans. Some of them have a lovely lifestyle. I wouldn’t write it off.” She shrugs and closes her eyes in bliss with a soft groan.
“Princess.”
“Mmm?”
“If you keep moaning like that?—”
Her eyes blink open, mischief dancing in those endless greys.
“Yes, Freddie?”
“I’m going insist we sack off the foot massage and I’ll carry you to Cole’s bed.”
She bites her lip, holding my eye contact as she moans again. Loudly, deliberately, and with a great big fucking smile on her face.
“Right, you asked for it.”
I slide out from under her and then scoop her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
“Oh my God, Freddie, you’re going to break your back!”
“Nonsense, I can easily bench-press two of you.” I give her arse a hearty smack as we make our way into Cole’s bedroom and I throw her onto his sheets. She lands with a bounce, eyes full of mirth.
“You’re insane. I weigh a tonne!”
“No you don’t,” I insist.
She blushes the most delectable shade of pink and all bets are off. I need her naked. Right now.
“Right, how do I get this thing off?” I run my hands up her back as Cole comes in.
“There are laces at the back,” she says, a little breathless as my hands explore her flesh. She unzips her skirt and kicks it away, leaving her in?—
“Is this some sort of corset? Fucking hell.” It’s my turn to groan as she shrugs off the lacy top half of her outfit and I realise she’s been in some sort of basque all night. “How did you put away all that guacamole while wearing this?”
“A lady never tells. Here, let me.” She sits up, and after a few seconds of fiddling at the back, the corset comes away, leaving her kneeling on Cole’s bed in just a tiny thong.
I can’t hold back my groan at the sight of her. She’s every single fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.
“I can’t get over these,” I say, cupping her perfect tits in my hands before I bury my face between them. She bursts into laughter, squirming as I nuzzle her. “If I suffocated in here, I’d die a happy man.”
She laughs again, pushing my head away, only to bring my mouth up to hers.
She pulls me into a deep kiss, her tongue finding mine instantly.
She’s in control now, gripping the back of my neck to find the right angle.
I feel the mattress shift slightly and realise Cole has now joined the fray.
Cracking open one eye, I see him kneeling behind her, his clothes already neatly folded on the chair by the bed.
He runs his hands up the front of her body and she shudders, breaking our kiss as she throws her head back onto his shoulder.
His hands come up to her breasts, and I can’t look away as his long fingers deliver a hearty pinch to each nipple.
She gasps, her eyes popping open and meeting my gaze.
There’s so much hunger in her eyes, my cock strains against my trousers at the sight.
I shift back, tearing off my clothes until I’m just in my boxers, before claiming her mouth again.
She’s sandwiched between us in the most delicious way, making tiny whines of pleasure into my mouth as Cole starts a trail of kisses along her shoulder.
I know his hands have moved south by the way she jerks suddenly, and I can’t help but smile mid-kiss.
“Little distracted, are we?” I croon, as her wild eyes fix on mine. I glance down to see Cole’s hand firmly in her underwear, and by the way she’s panting, I can tell he’s expertly stroking her clit.
“Fucking hell, firecracker. Are you always this ready for us?” he says, a smile in his voice.
I look over her shoulder and lock eyes with Cole, who’s got a devious expression on his face.
“F-fuck,” comes Sloane’s breathless reply.
“You should feel her, Freddie. She’s already drenched.”
I smirk, skimming a hand down her stomach until my hand meets his.
Instead of moving it out of the way, he takes my hand in his and uses it to stroke Sloane right through her slick centre, causing her to jerk back.
She’s resting her body weight against him now, and she’s splayed out before me like my own perfect amusement park.
Cole’s hand guides mine again, and before I know it, he’s sliding my fingers inside our girl. He’s effectively using my hand to fuck her, which is somehow both filthy and absolutely fucking delectable.
I always thought I was more dominant in the bedroom, but it’s as if my body is instinctively recognising that Cole is the alpha in this little triangle. A fact that I thought would bother me, and yet somehow doesn’t feel wrong at all.
He slides my finger in and out, joining it with his own. Sloane moans at the stretch of both of us, arching into Cole and widening her legs to give us better access. My cock is aching like hell, but I can’t get enough of this new way we’re sharing our girl.
I feel Cole’s eyes burning into mine and I glance up at him again.
His mouth is slightly open, and there’s a sheen of sweat across his brow as he works Sloane into a frenzy.
As her body delivers another racking shudder, I know she’s close.
I can’t resist leaning down and drawing one of her tight nipples into my mouth, swirling over the bud with my tongue and teasing her gently with my teeth.
I’m rewarded with yet another moan as her hand comes up to fist my hair, pressing me into her in desperation.
“Come for us, pretty girl,” Cole murmurs in her ear above us, and a few moments later she positively detonates.
Her pussy squeezes down on our fingers like she’s strangling them, and my cock pulses in response.
I seize the moment to kiss her again, swallowing her harsh cries as Cole wrings every possible second of pleasure out of her.
“Fuck,” she pants, coming down from the edge as Cole slides our fingers out and lets go of my hand.
“I want you like this,” Cole says, jerking his boxers down. His cock bobs out and hits his stomach.
“You can have me however you like,” she breathes, leaning forward and looping her arms around my neck. He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom, rolling it down his shaft with deft efficiency.
“Stay there. That’s perfect.”
She leans fully into me, and my arms come up to hold her steady. I can’t resist dropping a kiss down on the crown of her head as Cole lines himself up behind her.
“Jeeeeesus,” she puffs out, as Cole starts to push in.
“I’ll go slow,” he soothes, rubbing a hand up her back as she arches to accommodate the stretch.
“Don’t you dare,” she retorts, lifting her head. Her grey eyes are stormy seas, drawing me in. I’m lost to her siren song as I realise I’d happily drown in them.
She holds my eye contact as her mouth drops into a perfect ‘o’ just as Cole seats himself to the hilt. She breathes for a moment, while he gives her a reprieve to let her adjust. Then he looks up at me, fucking winks , and starts a rhythm that has her moaning in my arms.
A few seconds later, he pulls her back into him and he thrusts into her from below.
It’s the most spectacular view, and with the angle I can see his cock rocking into her perfect pussy.
I practically come on the spot. Her eyes are shut tight as she pants out nonsense – everything from, “Oh God,” to “Fuck,” to “Don’t stop.
” I’ve got a front row seat to a fucking beautiful show.
But I didn’t come here to be a spectator.
I give Cole a pointed look, which causes him to raise his eyebrows. He’s wondering what I’ll do next. Then I give him my own fucking wink and drop down to where the action is.