48. Cole
Cole
The unease I’ve felt since lunch with Sloane’s dad has been unfurling like a poisoned mist.
The three of us haven’t seen each other in a few days, and even though our group chat has been its usual cheery blend of banter and chitchat, I feel like there’s a heaviness that no one is addressing since Quentin threatened Freddie’s job.
I know Sloane’s probably trying her best to forget it, and Freddie won’t want her to feel any additional anxiety. He’s doing an excellent job overcompensating on breeziness, but I’m not sure anyone’s really buying it.
I decide to bite the bullet and invite them to mine the following evening. Being together in person will help us work out how to move past this curveball.
Sloane arrives first with a bottle of red in each fist. She’s dressed to kill but there are dark smudges under her eyes that give her away. She’s just as stressed about this as I am.
“I’m so happy to see you,” she says, setting the wine down on the table and throwing her arms around me. Mine wrap around her automatically, pulling her close. We stand there for a few moments, just soaking up each other’s calming presence before the lock clicks and Freddie lets himself in.
His face lights up as he sees us, and he doesn’t miss a beat as he shucks off his coat and joins the extended hug.
“We all ok?” His voice is soft, lacking the usual lilt of his humour.
“Yeah,” replies Sloane, squeezing us both.
“All the better now that we’re together.”
Freddie catches my eye and grins, before kissing the top of Sloane’s head.
“I’ve made puttanesca,” I say, as we pull apart.
“Are you trying to seduce us, Mr Avery?” Freddie says, hand on his chest and a scandalised look on his face.
“What if I am?” I say, stepping into his space. He grins and then takes me by surprise, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in for a bruising kiss. It lasts maybe three or four seconds before he releases me.
“You’re lucky I’m very slutty,” he says, before he steals a similar kiss from Sloane. I watch slightly breathlessly as their tongues find each other and she moans softly into his mouth.
“Fuck the puttanesca,” I say, my voice almost coming out as a growl, as my cock hardens in my jeans.
“Oi,” interrupts Sloane, pulling away for a moment. “I was promised spaghetti.”
“Spaghetti is the main course,” Freddie breathes, pulling her close again. “You can be the starter.”
“Freddie, that was the cheesiest li—” He cuts her off by sealing his mouth over hers again.
I step up behind him and run my hands over his beautiful shoulders and down his back, stopping to give his arse a good squeeze. He shivers under my touch for a moment and then relaxes again. I seize the opportunity to trail kisses up his neck.
“Ok, fuck the puttanesca,” breathes Sloane, tugging on Freddie’s hand. I nip into the kitchen to take the sauce off the heat – the last thing we need is a house fire – and then follow the pair of them out into my bedroom.
Within moments, we’re all naked and Sloane is starfished in the middle of the bed, looking like an absolute feast.
“I have an idea,” Freddie ventures, looking between us both. “I want to try something, but I’ll be honest, I’m a bit nervous. So I need you both to be distracted. Ok?”
I frown, wondering what he’s got in mind as my cock stands to attention.
“You know that you don’t have to be nervous, right? Whatever you want to try, we’re open to it,” I say, as calmly as my raging erection will allow.
“I appreciate that. But if you could oblige me, I would appreciate it.” He looks between us both and we nod, exchanging a quick glance between us.
“Right, Cole, lay down on the bed on your back. And, Sloane, go sit on his face.”
Sloane’s eyebrows disappear under her fringe, and she gives him a sly smile. “Whatever you need, pretty boy.”
I lie down, tension rolling through my body, before Sloane leans over to give me a slow, messy kiss.
“You good with this?” she whispers, eyes searching mine.
“More than,” I reply, giving her a grin as I take off my glasses.
“Get on your throne, my queen.” She laughs freely, sending a bloom of pure happiness straight through me, then does as she’s told.
She doesn’t fuck around either – she sits on my face with her whole body weight, and I groan with happiness as my tongue finds her clit.
I’m so focused on making a meal out of our girl that I forget Freddie had other plans, and I jerk when I feel a warm, wet tongue lick straight up my shaft.
Oh my God , Freddie Lane is giving me head. Fucking him was one thing, but having his hot tongue tentatively exploring my hard dick is a whole new level.
The thought itself is so potent that I think I might die. As he licks me again, more confident this time, my only sane thought is: what a way to go .
I look up at Sloane to see her watching Freddie over her shoulder.
She grinds her pussy against my face, soaking me.
Everything feels so intense as I work Sloane towards an orgasm and Freddie experimentally licks, sucks, and nibbles – fucking nibbles – on my cock.
I never knew that teeth could feel so good in such a sensitive place.
I can’t help but groan as Freddie takes me in his mouth.
He feels so fucking perfect that I think I’m going to blow here and now.
Sloane beats me to it. I thrust my tongue inside her as she arches her back and comes, a string of nonsense falling from her mouth as she twitches and pulses.
I feel the moment the orgasm releases her, and she relaxes down like a puppet without strings, easing herself off my face before coming down and kissing me.
She licks her arousal off my lips, and then gives me a devious smile, right as my own orgasm rises at the base of my spine. Freddie’s hand curls around my base as the pressure builds and he gives me a squeeze that sends me careening over the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I manage to get out, and he pulls off me just before hot ropes of cum jet out onto my stomach, painting my skin.
We’re all silent for a moment, everyone panting slightly from their respective efforts. I finally manage to open my eyes again to see Freddie looking at me with an unreadable expression. If I had to guess, I’d say it was something like awe.
“That was amazing,” I say, as his cheeks go pink.
“Are you sure?” he says, looking uncertain.
“Utterly amazing,” I reassure him, resting my head against the pillow. “I’ll clean up in a sec, just give me a beat.”
“Allow me,” says Sloane, leaning over to lick a clear path up the centre of my cum.
“Fuck,” Freddie says, eyes wide. “You really are the perfect woman, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told,” she replies, though I catch a slight flicker in her eyes. I suspect she has been told that – but not by anyone who really knows and loves her. And as that thought hits me, I realise I’m starting to understand her more.
She trails a fingertip through more of the mess on my skin, causing my muscles to contract, then offers it to Freddie.
“Do you want to try?” she offers, cocking her head. “It’s ok if you don’t.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from Freddie as he looks down at her finger and then nods slowly. He takes her hand, brings her finger to his lips, and then sucks it clean. Then he sits back on his heels.
I’ve definitely died. This cannot be reality when Freddie has just tasted my cum.
“You know, I really expected that to taste bad, but it… doesn’t? It’s quite neutral really.” He shrugs as Sloane chuckles. “I still want Cole’s puttanesca though,” he adds, giving me a grin.
“You can have anything you want, pretty boy,” I say, holding out a hand. I pull him down next to me and he lays his head on my chest. Sloane follows suit, and then I have them both in my arms. Exactly where they belong.