43. Freddie
Freddie
The weekend is going absolutely swimmingly, if I do say so myself.
We started Saturday with brunch and a wander around the Laines, where Sloane pulled us into every pokey little shop and boutique she could find.
I could follow her around for hours, just watching her expressions as she examines every little curio or quirky outfit Brighton has to offer.
But we have a plan, and thankfully our route has taken us right to the next stop, bang on time.
“Right, here is where we say goodbye to Cole,” I announce, as they both turn to me with raised brows.
Sloane frowns, looking between us. “What? Where’s he going?” Cole looks mildly alarmed.
“Don’t stress, Cole, it’s a nice surprise!” I grin and turn to Sloane. “Cole’s off for a full-body massage while we pick up a couple of bits for later.”
“Oh! And how am I meant to relax knowing there are more surprises later?” His lips twitch and I reach over to cup his cheek.
“You’ll just have to trust us and try,” I say, leaning over to press a light kiss to his lips.
He melts a little, and I stroke a thumb across his jaw.
I’m still not used to feeling stubble there and I kind of love it.
He leans into my touch, that little hint of uncertainty still marring his features.
“Right, we’ll see you back at the hotel in a couple of hours,” I say, stepping back and letting Sloane take my place. She loops her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss, before whispering something in his ear that makes him blush.
God, he’s so cute when he blushes. How have I gone our whole friendship without noticing how goddamn fucking beautiful he is?
We wave him off, and then Sloane turns to me.
“What’s up your sleeve, Freddie Lane? You’ve got mischief written all over your face.” She narrows her eyes at me, a playful smile on her face.
“I want tonight to be my first time with Cole,” I blurt out, feeling the spike of nerves that has been flickering on and off since I made this plan.
Her eyes widen.
“Oh, Freddie. Are you sure? You feel ready?”
“Yeah, I want to give it a try. But I want you to help me, er, prep. Because I have no fucking clue what I’m doing and I want it to be good for him.”
Her expression softens, and she pulls me into a hug I didn’t know I needed. We stand there for a few beats, just holding each other as I feel my pulse drop back to a normal rhythm.
“It’s you, pretty boy. It’s always going to be good for him. But of course I will help you prep. We could go to the sex shop we passed on the way here to get a few bits if you like?”
Aaaand my heartbeat skyrockets again.
“I’ve never been in a sex shop.”
“What, never?!”
“Nope,” I reply.
“Well, let’s go fix that immediately,” she says, threading her fingers through mine and tugging me along the road.
We arrive a few moments later at a shop lit with a red neon sign.
Sloane strides in without hesitation and I follow, trying to muster as much nonchalance as I can.
Which turns out to be really fucking hard.
I am immediately confronted with a wall of colourful sex toys in bizarre shapes and sizes.
I choke out a laugh as Sloane immediately picks one up. It looks like a fucking tentacle.
“Ahh, isn’t she beautiful?” she says, cradling the violently red dildo like her firstborn.
“Er…”
“Oh, don’t be shy, Freddie. There’s a whole world of non-human sex toys out there.” She puts the kraken dildo down before roving along the shelf. “In fact, there’s a very popular subgenre of romance novels which exclusively caters to monster smut.”
“People want to be fucked by a… what even is this?” I hold up a dildo that’s an angry purple colour with a large swelling halfway up the shaft.
“Ah, that’s a dildo with a knot. There are some great books with knotting in,” she says, a dreamy look coming over her face. “It all comes from a biological quirk with dogs and… er, never mind.” She laughs, despite a tiny smudge of colour rising in her cheeks.
“Noted,” I say, putting the knotted dildo back.
“Right, I’m getting distracted. Have you got plenty of lube for tonight?”
“Yes, I brought the big one.”
“Excellent. And do you want to have a look at any of the underwear? Men’s underwear is increasingly creative, and Brighton’s got to be one of the best places to find something cool,” she says, striding over to a section adorned with photos of half-naked men.
I follow her over and absentmindedly pick up a jar, turning it over in my hand.
“Fisting butter? What the fuck is fisting butter?”
She reappears from behind a rack of man-thongs with a grin.
“Freddie darling, what do you think fisting butter is?”
I almost yelp as I put the jar back on the shelf.
“Let’s start small, shall we? I’ve picked up a few bits for prep, along with some candles.
Maybe next time we can look at underwear and some other accessories.
Tonight should be all about taking things slowly and being relaxed, ok?
” The smile she gives me is encouraging, and I swallow my nerves back down.
“Good plan,” I say with conviction. I want to do this. I just want to get it right.
She takes her armful of items up to the till. An elderly man in a pinstriped suit rings them up without batting an eyelid.
When we get back to the hotel, Sloane gives me a rundown of how best to prepare for tonight and I get myself sorted. When I reappear from the bathroom, she looks up from her book.
“Freddie, you look like you’re about to do your driving test,” she says, closing the paperback and putting it down. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I am. I’m just nervous.” I wring my hands slightly, glancing over at the clock and realising we’ve got less than thirty minutes until Cole will be back from his massage.
“You need to relax. Do you want me to help you?” My cock wakes up, immediately interested in whatever she’s offering.
“That does sound sensible,” I say, failing to manage a serious tone. She gives me a lopsided smile.
“I’ve got an idea,” she says, rising from the bed and stepping past me into the bathroom.
Within seconds, I hear the bath running, and Sloane busies herself chucking in bath salts and lighting one of the candles we bought earlier. The bath is designed like a hot tub, with easily enough space for four people. The scent of lavender wafts on the steam as the bath fills up.
“The key to anal,” she says, pulling her top off, “is letting your muscles loosen up. You have to relax enough to invite someone else in.” She climbs into the bath and sighs as she sinks into the hot water. “Get in, pretty boy.”
I don’t waste any time following her, groaning in delight as the warm water envelops me. I sit on one of the ledges as Sloane rolls her shoulders opposite me, eyes closed in bliss.
“This was a very good idea,” I murmur, watching the water trickle down her neck and over one of her perfect tits. She smirks as she catches me staring, the piercings winking at me in the candlelight.
“I’ve got another idea for how you might relax,” she says, voice low.
My cock is already hard as steel, so I don’t stand a chance as she moves through the water and straddles my lap.
“Oh yes?” I choke out, as her hand wraps around my length under the water. She nods, not taking her eyes off me as she squeezes slightly and my eyelids flutter shut. “Sloane,” I groan, as she bites her lip.
“Do you want to?” she says, shifting slightly so that my cock is resting right near her entrance. We’ve already had the conversation about going bare, but I still feel a thrill zip up my spine at the thought.
“I always want to,” I pant back as the tip presses against her warmth.
She grins, leaning over to kiss me before moving her hips and sliding my cock inside.
We both let out a moan at the same time as she wraps her arms around me and rocks slightly, my cock filling her perfect cunt.
I’ve never actually had sex without a condom, and the feel of her against me is unreal.
I’ve also never fooled around with her without Cole, and I find I miss him.
“If Cole were here, he’d be bossing us around now,” I say, my hands gripping her hips in the water.
“Damn straight,” she replies, licking a delicate line up my neck as she finds a rhythm that suits her.
“He’ll be back soon,” I grunt, as I match her tempo, fucking into her as she meets my thrusts.
“He will,” she agrees, leaning back in my arms as she loses herself to the sensation.
“What would he say if he could see us now?” I grit out, as the coil of pleasure builds near the base of my spine.
“He’d say watching you two is every bit as hot as taking part,” comes a voice from the doorway. We both look up to see the man in question leaning up against the doorjamb with a dark expression, eyes full of heat.
“Hi baby,” Sloane says, though there’s a hint of a whine in her voice. I know she’s close.
“I want to watch you both come,” Cole says, voice low and raspy. He hasn’t moved a muscle, and damn if the sight of him watching us doesn’t just spur me right on.
“I’m close,” I say, finding Sloane’s gaze again as she drops her forehead against mine. Sweat slicks our brows and we breathe the same air as we each chase our pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” she manages to get out, her muscles locking up as her orgasm holds her on the brink.
“Now,” comes the command from the doorway, and as if responding to our master, we both come apart on cue.
Sloane’s pussy ripples around me and she cries out sharply, gripping on to me as the sensations pull her under.
I grab on to her hips and bury myself as deeply as I can, my own orgasm racking through me in time with hers.
We stay like that for a few moments as we climb down from the high.
“Beautiful,” Cole breathes, coming into the bathroom.
He drops down into a crouch next to the bath and runs his fingers through the damp hair above my neck before placing a kiss on my shoulder.
The tenderness of it sends a warm thrill running through me and makes me even more sure that I want to take our relationship to the next level.
“How was your massage?” asks Sloane, shifting just enough for my softening cock to slip out of her.
“Amazing,” he replies. “The epitome of relaxation, thank you.”
Sloane rises from the water, stepping out onto the bathmat as Cole stands and holds out a fluffy towel. He wraps her in it and then presses a soft kiss to her lips, as she tiptoes into the bedroom, glancing back at me with a wink. I know she’s giving us a moment alone, and I’m grateful for it.
I stand too, climbing out of the bath and standing before Cole on the bathmat.
His gaze rakes down my body as the water trickles down my skin.
He swallows, and I track the movement in his throat.
He’s so restrained, even when I can tell he’s itching to come and claim me.
He holds out another towel for me, wrapping it around my waist as he pulls me into him.
“Thank you, pretty boy,” he says softly.
“You can thank me later,” I manage to say before the nerves strangle me. “Because now I want you to fuck me.”