44. Cole
Cole
“I want you to fuck me.”
Freddie’s words reverberate round my head and I blink a few times, sure I’ve misheard him. My wide eyes meet his and he nods.
“I’m ready. I want to give it a try. I’m nervous as fuck but I… I trust you, Cole. I want you to fuck me.” The look he gives me is so earnest, and the rush of love and pride I feel for him threatens to overwhelm me.
“Are you sure?” I breathe. My cock’s already decided it’s very invested.
He nods.
“Sloane’s helped me get, er, ready for it.” He blushes, and I reflexively reach out to cradle his face.
He leans into my touch, closing his eyes for a brief moment before his gaze finds mine again.
“I want this. I want you.”
My heart leaps in my chest at his beautiful, simple admission.
“I want you too, Freddie. I always have.”
He blinks and swallows.
“Will you show me what to do?” The touch of vulnerability in his voice has me pulling him into my body, desperate to show him he’s completely safe with me.
“Of course,” I reply, leaning in to press my lips against his forehead. “We’ll take it slow.”
I lead him back through to the bedroom, where Sloane’s spread out on the bed in a see-through babydoll, absentmindedly twiddling one of her nipple bars. She raises her brows as we come in.
“I can leave you guys alone if you want?” she offers, sitting up.
“Don’t you dare,” Freddie says, and she grins. I stand behind them and strip off my clothes, then gently slide my hand around Freddie and tug the towel off his waist. He’s already hard again, his cock pointing straight at Sloane.
She raises a brow. “Ready already, pretty boy?” The amusement on her face is delicious.
“Seems so,” he says, looking down at his cock. “How do you want me?” He turns to face me as I stroke myself from root to tip.
“Lie on your back,” I say, though my voice sounds gruff.
He swallows and does as he’s told. “Relax for me,” I add, as I sit on the bed and move his knees apart slightly.
His breath catches and he shuts his eyes.
“I’m not going to fuck you straight off the bat, you idiot,” I say, as he visibly lets go of some tension.
“Oh, ok.”
“We’ll warm you up first, work our way up to it. But you only have to say ‘stop’ or ‘red’ at any moment and I will stop immediately. Ok?”
He nods.
“Words, Freddie.”
“Got it, Cole.”
“Good boy.”
He shudders and finally relaxes for me, his eyes locked on mine as I shift to my knees and reach down to fist his cock. He groans as I grip it hard, before leaning down and running a tongue over his balls.
“Fuck!” he mutters, twitching as I find a sensitive spot.
I tease him for a few moments, working him lightly, until I move my hand south towards his hole.
As if on cue, Sloane chucks me a bottle of lube and quirks a smile in my direction.
I unclick the cap and pour a generous drizzle over my fingers, before starting to rub small circles against the ring of muscle.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Freddie’s eyes are as wide as I’ve ever seen them, and his mouth drops open as I gently work a single finger inside him, stretching gently as I go.
“You ok, Freddie?” Sloane checks in, shifting on the bed so she’s lying next to him.
“Yes,” he gasps out. “Feels fucking weird but also really good?”
I chuckle, gently adding a second finger, which causes him to curse.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” I praise, feeling his muscles relax enough for me to add a third finger. I gently press a bit deeper and he jerks, muscles going rigid.
“The fuck was that?” he says, in a strangled voice.
“That’s your prostate,” I reply, finding it again. “We can have a lot of fun with that later, but let’s do this one step at a time.”
He breathes deeply, nodding fervently as Sloane presses a kiss to his shoulder. She’s watching us with rapt attention, a blush on her cheeks.
“Please fuck me, Cole, I can’t take any more teasing.” Freddie’s voice is almost a whine, and my ego preens at reducing him to this state.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I reply, easing my fingers out of him.
I liberally coat myself in lube and then position myself between his legs.
“Nice and wide for me,” I say, moving his knees to where I want them.
He’s totally exposed, but he’s being incredibly fucking brave right now.
“Perfect. That’s my perfect boy. You’re doing so well, Freddie.
You’re safe with me. I’m going to make you feel so good. Are you ready?”
“Ready,” he confirms, eyes fixed on my cock.
I press the tip against the muscle and gently ease myself in.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe for me. Let me in.”
He relaxes as my praise settles some beautiful, needy part of him. Just one of the parts I’m totally fucking addicted to.
“You’re beautiful, Freddie. You look so beautiful taking my cock.”
He groans, eyes flicking up to mine.
“You have such a filthy mouth,” he pants out. “I fucking love it.”
“You’re doing so well, pretty boy,” I say and he gives me a tense smile back. I know the sensation is overwhelming him, but he’s doing brilliantly.
“Fuck, you two look insanely hot,” breathes Sloane, before putting two fingers into her mouth. I pause for a moment as she pulls them out and brings them straight down to her pussy. She gives me a mischievous smirk as she starts tracing circles lazily around her clit.
“Fuck,” Freddie says, watching her for a moment as his cock bobs and strains between us. “Fuck me, Cole, please. I can take it.”
I nod, and within moments we are flush together. I lean down and press a kiss to his mouth, then draw back and fuck into him again. He moans, eyes rolling back as I find that sweet spot inside him. His hands are up in his hair, tugging at the roots, as I start up a steady rhythm.
The view from up here is perfection . I’m fucking my boyfriend for the first time while my girlfriend touches herself right next to him. I really have won the fucking lottery of human happiness.
Sweat beads on Freddie’s brow just as Sloane reaches down beside the bed and extracts a wand vibrator.
Setting the speed to low, she traces it over her nipples and then straight down to her clit.
She starts making sweet, needy noises as I up my pace, the telltale signs of orgasm looming at the base of my spine.
Reaching down, I grip Freddie’s cock and his eyes widen as his own release builds. I give him a few long strokes before he starts blinking rapidly.
“I’m going to come,” he says, eyes fixed on mine.
“Me too,” I rasp, as I snap my hips a few more times.
“I’m right with you,” Sloane pants out, eyes screwed shut.
She’s the first to explode, coming with a keening wail before jerking the vibrator away. Seconds later, Freddie’s cock erupts, jets of white cum hitting his own abs as I tip over the edge, filling him up with a long groan.
Sloane’s the first to come out of her reverie, sliding off the bed and fetching a warm cloth to gently clean the cum off Freddie’s stomach.
He hisses slightly as I pull out, and I head straight into the bathroom to crank the shower on.
He’s just been fucked for the very first time and my top priority is proper aftercare.
I pull him after me once it’s hot, gently ushering him under the hot stream.
He groans in happiness as I lather up the posh hotel’s shower gel and thoroughly soap him down, paying special attention to his more tender areas.
His eyes slip shut as my fingertips reach his scalp and I gently massage bergamot-scented shampoo through his dark curls.
A small, contented smile softly lights his features and my heart shudders in my chest at the purity of it.
The trust he’s given me, the courage he’s shown - it’s almost too much.
By the time he’s all clean, he’s got a slightly glazed look in his eyes.
“You ok, pretty boy?” I ask, wrapping him in a towel yet again.
His gaze lifts to mine before he leans over and presses a kiss to my lips.
“More than ok. That was incredible. Now I need to sleep for a week.” He walks slowly back into the bedroom and sinks down on the mattress, where Sloane pulls him into her arms.
I follow a moment later, climbing in beside him and spooning my body around his, the three of us tangled together. Within moments he’s asleep, swiftly followed by Sloane. I smile. We haven’t even had dinner yet.
I gently extract myself, pulling on a t-shirt and some sweats, and I make my way out onto the balcony. I need a few minutes to process what just happened.
The man I’ve loved since I was a teenager just gave himself over to me completely. And it was perfect. He was perfect.
The breeze cools my heated skin, the faintest scent of salt on the air. And as I turn back to the pair of them, asleep together on the bed, I know one thing for certain.
They are it for me.
The sun rises and sets with them now.
If they are the moon and stars, then I will be their night sky.
I want to wake up wrapped around them, I want to fall asleep between them, I want the good days, and the bad days, and everything in between. I want it all.
And I can’t keep my feelings under wraps much longer.