39. Sloane
Sloane
I pick up one of the boys’ shirts off the floor and pull it over my head, before tiptoeing out to find him.
The apartment is dark, but there’s a strip of light coming from under the studio door, so I head over there and knock softly.
A few seconds later, Cole pulls it open and looks down at me with a smile.
“Hello, firecracker,” he says softly, enveloping me in his arms. We stand for a moment like that, his head resting on top of mine. It feels so natural between us, so safe. I feel my body relax into the hug and he makes a small, contented noise in the back of his throat. I smile against his chest.
Finally, we pull apart, and his hand comes up to cradle my jaw.
“You ok?” he says, eyes searching mine. I nod.
“Are you?”
He nods too, then gestures for me to come into the studio properly and we settle on the couch nearby his desk. A new canvas is up on his easel – a bold, colourful piece filled with vivid blues and purples and pinks.
“It reminds me of Freddie,” I say, nodding at the painting.
“It is Freddie,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “I didn’t realise anyone else would be able to see that.”
I smile.
“I’m not just anybody,” I say with a shrug.
“No, you’re not.” The way he says it has me looking up at him, and there’s an emotion in his eyes that is definitely too soon to name.
“So that was some night,” I say, taking the conversation in a safer direction. Far better to talk about Freddie’s sexual dabbling than how anyone is feeling.
“It certainly was.”
“Did you see it coming?” I ask, tilting my head as I watch the micro-expressions flit across his face.
“Honestly? No. That kiss at Salt was amazing, but I thought it was a one-off. I really wasn’t sure he’d ever want to try anything else. He went further tonight than I ever imagined he would.”
“Yeah, he was brave.”
“He’d argue that it’s not brave to get your dick sucked,” Cole says, with a hollow laugh. “But you and I both know he’d be deflecting.”
“Will you be alright if he doesn’t want to reciprocate?” I ask, reaching out for his hand. He threads our fingers together and starts to absentmindedly stroke my knuckles. If I were a cat, I’d be purring.
“It’s been a one-sided attraction for as long as I’ve known him,” he says with a shrug. “If it remains that way, I can live with it. But if not… well, my teenage heart would burst in my chest.”
“You love him,” I observe, without jealousy.
His gaze drops down to mine and he holds it as he nods. There’s a beat where we both just look at each other.
“Do you want to come to bed?” I offer, grasping for something.
He shakes his head, tugging my hand until I come closer. Then he lifts me onto his lap.
“If memory serves, only one person got to come tonight,” he says, voice low. “I think we should even the score.”
I gasp as I settle, feeling his hard cock against my naked skin. I grin.
“How fortunate. I couldn’t agree more.”
He kisses me then – slowly, languidly, nothing frantic in these stolen moments. It’s 2am, after all – no one else is awake. We are the only two people in the world.
His tongue finds mine, and he groans into my mouth as I fidget on top of him, rubbing myself against him.
His hands come up to unbutton my shirt – his shirt?
– and I can already feel how wet I am before he’s even touched me.
He cups each of my tits, rubbing his thumbs roughly over my nipples in a way that has me arching against him.
“Have I told you how much I love these?” he says, breaking our kiss to draw one of the rosy buds into his mouth. He flicks his tongue around the metal bar and the spark goes straight to my clit. A soft moan escapes me and I feel him grin against my skin. “They are the most perfect tits.”
I grind against him again, desperately seeking friction as he laughs softly. Then he hefts me up and tugs his sweatpants down, his cock springing free between us.
“I need to get a condom,” he says, between kisses to my breasts.
“Let’s go bare,” I say breathlessly, and he stills.
“Are you sure?” he says, gaze fixed on mine. I nod.
“I’ve got an IUD, and I was tested just before we met. I imagine you got tested when you joined Salt?”
“Yes, all clean. I’ve got the results on my phone if you?—”
“I trust you, Cole.”
Something flickers in his expression, but he nods, moving positions before lifting me slightly.
I reach down to find the right angle, and then slowly – because there is no rushing with a cock this size – sink down onto him.
We both moan at every delicious inch, until eventually he bottoms out and we’re flush.
We pause there, kissing again as my body adjusts to the intrusion, then I set a gentle rhythm. I’m at the perfect angle to grind my clit against his pubic bone, and within minutes we’re both panting, the promise of an orgasm like a shimmering veil between us.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he says, eyes rolling as I start to ride him harder.
I grin, pulling him in for another messy kiss as that beautiful tension starts coiling low in my belly.
The way he fills me is exquisite – I’ll never get enough of finding the edge of pleasure and pain as my body stretches around him.
He grips my hips, and I surrender control as he brings us both to the edge. He brings one hand up to cup my jaw in a tender moment, before pushing his thumb between my lips.
“Suck,” he demands, and the command practically tips me over the edge. My eyes are locked on his, wild with arousal as we both hover on the brink of release. Just then, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth and presses it directly to my clit.
I detonate, crying out as my orgasm takes me in its jaws.
I feel like a ragdoll as Cole fucks me through it, then comes himself, filling me with a guttural noise that has my pussy twitching all over again.
We stay there, suspended in time for a few moments, sweaty forehead pressed to sweaty forehead.
“Fuck, that was good,” I finally manage to say, as he blows out a breath.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he replies, an earnest look on his face. I smile, then ease myself off his cock, wincing as I go.
“I do, as it happens. Come shower with me?”
He nods, pulling his sweatpants up as he stands.
He makes me come again in the shower, and by 3am we’re both fast asleep next to Freddie.
The next morning, I’m rudely woken by Freddie’s obnoxious alarm at 6am.
“Sorry, princess. I’ve got to get home so I can fit in the gym before work,” he says, pressing a kiss to my nose before jumping out of bed.
How he has this level of energy in the morning is beyond me.
Cole grumbles next to me, then sleepily pulls me into him, spooning me.
I sigh happily, snuggling into his arms. Five minutes later, Freddie reappears, fully dressed.
I crack open an eye and catch him looking down at us with a smile on his face.
“You’re staring,” I mutter, closing my eye again.
“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful. And you both look really cute all snuggled up. Maybe I should call in sick.”
“Don’t call in sick, you’ve got that big client meeting,” I reply.
“Good point. Ok. I’m off then. Bye.” There’s a pause, and then I feel the mattress dip as he kneels next to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Another beat, then I feel him do the same to Cole. My heart blooms in my chest, and Cole pulls me even closer as I hear the bedroom door snick shut.
I fall back to sleep with a smile on my face.