59. Cole
Cole
Freddie blinks once, grinning at me, as Sloane sits up next to him and crawls towards me on the bed. She presses one chaste kiss to my lips, then reaches around to nip my earlobe with her teeth. Before I can pull her into me, she pulls back and positions herself in front of Freddie.
“These have to go,” she says, as she slides her fingers under the waistband of his boxers.
His cock springs free as she tugs them down, a pearl of liquid already waiting on the tip.
She makes a show of stripping him off, then throws his boxers to me to catch.
She gives him a salacious smile as she straddles him, rubbing her pussy over his cock and moaning as Freddie’s hips rise, chasing the sensation.
Then she reaches down, angles herself, and sinks onto his cock in one smooth motion.
They both pause for a moment, adjusting, expressions of lust and wonder on each of their faces.
She leans down, kisses him, and for a moment they’re lost to each other.
It is a rare and beautiful thing to be both able to witness their love and experience it directly. It is also a heavy aphrodisiac.
“Sloane, I want to see you bouncing on his cock while you get warmed up for me,” I say, unable to resist bossing them around a bit.
She bites her lip and nods, then does as she’s told.
Freddie’s hands wrap around her hips, biting into the soft flesh as she moves.
He groans, eyes glued to her perfect tits as she rides him.
They’re beautiful together. It’s carnal and sweaty and suffused with love, and I find myself transfixed as I soak in the scene. The way they laugh together just as much as they devour each other makes my own heart soar, even as I stroke my cock in anticipation.
“Cole, we need you,” she breathes, twisting to catch my eye as Freddie groans in agreement.
I grab the lube from the drawer and unclick the cap, generously covering myself before I climb onto the bed again behind them.
“Ok, I want you to stop for a moment and just relax,” I say, smoothing a hand down her back as she folds herself over Freddie. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” The answer comes on an exhale, and I can tell that she’s already coiled like a spring.
I slowly work the plug, wiggling it just a little until she’s groaning, then pull it out and toss it to the floor. It’s done its job beautifully, and as I drizzle the lube over her, she flinches.
“It’s cold,” she says, and Freddie chuckles.
“Just relax, princess,” he soothes, distracting her with a kiss.
I gently slide a finger inside, massaging until I feel her starting to relax. Then I add another finger and she moans, pushing back against me.
“Sloane, I want you to relax as much as you can,” I say, as I press the tip of my cock against that tight ring of muscle. “Just tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.”
She agrees, panting slightly as I gently press inside her. There’s a sharp inhale of breath, then she breathes out slowly, her body relaxing and accepting me. As I gradually fill her, I feel Freddie’s cock twitch through the thin wall separating us.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Cole,” he chokes out, eyes going wide. “I can feel you.”
“You good?” I check in, though I can only really see Freddie’s face.
He nods, a pained expression on his face that I recognise: he’s trying really hard to keep himself under control so he doesn’t come too soon.
“Yes,” Sloane chokes out. “Feel so full.”
“I’m going to start moving now,” I say, gently testing the waters as I draw my hips back a touch.
“Please just fuck us, Cole,” Sloane grits out. “I’m on the brink of exploding right here and I need you to move.”
I chuckle, then draw my hips back and thrust into her again. Simultaneous moans become the background music as I find a rhythm, and I know from the way Sloane’s strangling my cock that she’s lost to the sensations overwhelming her.
Freddie stays still, holding on to our girl as I fuck them both. As her muscles begin to ripple around me, I know she’s close.
“Fuck, baby,” Freddie groans, his eyes locked on mine as he says it. The love I feel for him aches in my chest as I keep up the rhythm, our girl moaning incoherently between us.
A few moments later, she gasps and then cries out as her orgasm takes hold of her, tipping both of us over the edge with her. I keep going just long enough to feel her relax as her body melts onto Freddie’s.
His hands come up to stroke her hair, an expression of pure awe etched into his features. He catches my eye as I ease myself out of her, and gives me a lust-soaked smile.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” he says into her hair, as she giggles softly.
I leave them lying in each other’s arms as I step into the bathroom to clean up, bringing back a warm washcloth for her. When I’ve finished tending to her, I fetch her a silky robe and pull her into me on the bed, Freddie snuggling from the other side.
“It’s a shame we can’t sleep here,” she mumbles into my skin, a beatific smile gracing her face despite her eyes being firmly closed.
“We can get a cab home, pretty girl,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Maybe when I’m working here, I can bring in a staff sleepover policy.”
Freddie laughs softly, leaning over to press a kiss to her neck. She stretches like a cat, making a space for him to continue.
“I wanted to mention something,” he says, as she opens one eye. “One of my colleagues is taking a sabbatical.”
She blinks, looking sideways at him with an expectant brow.
“Er, that’s nice for them?”
“He told me he’s planning to sublet his place. For six months. And I wondered if you’d be interested.”
She sits up, looking at him properly now.
“Where is it?” She cocks her head as I see the cogs turning.
“It’s close to Borough Market.”
“Oh my God, don’t tease me. I could live within five minutes of that ridiculous raclette shop?”
Freddie shares the details, and Sloane makes a promise to text him the following day.
Six months would be the perfect window for her to set herself up and be truly independent.
And then when this colleague comes back, I can casually suggest they both move in with me.
I’ve got the space. And my bed’s the biggest. It’s what makes sense.
We spend the rest of the evening making plans for the future, dreaming up trips, and adventures, and mad new events to pitch to Jessie. The champagne gets warm but no one cares.
When we get back to mine, we spend the rest of the night asleep in each other’s arms.