Chapter Twenty-One
“I want you. All three of you.”
Fuck, Charlotte was playing a dangerous game, and I was so into it. I had known since the first moment I had laid eyes on her that she was trouble. Fire recognised fire, I guessed. She and I were more similar than I’d ever realised, and this latest suggestion just proved it.
I grinned at her. “How do you want us, beautiful?”
A sultry, confident smile played on Charlotte’s lips, and she stopped bouncing on Dixon. Slowly and steadily, like a fucking predator, she eased herself up. I could see her mind working, trying to decide just how she wanted to play this. Her eyes fell to Freddie, as they always did.
“Sit up, baby.”
I eased away, giving Freddie the room to obey her instruction.
Sitting at the edge of the sofa, I tugged my t-shirt off over my head before getting to my feet and unfastening my jeans.
I watched curiously as Charlotte trailed her hand over Freddie’s shoulder, approaching him slowly.
His eyes were riveted to her, and she settled herself down at the opposite end of the sofa, leaning back against the armrest. Holding his gaze, she spread her legs and Freddie fell on her without a second thought.
Charlotte cried out, her head flopping back until it hung over the edge of the armrest and I watched Freddie.
He moved in on her with the calm confidence of someone who knew exactly what they needed to do.
He knew Charlotte’s body as well as he knew his own, homing in on all of her sensitive spots and taking up a slow, steady pace with his tongue that had Charlotte shuddering with pleasure.
That sneaky little bitch. I’d done all the hard work to get Freddie warmed up and now she thought she was going to be taking the glory?
I didn’t think so. My attention snapped to Dixon, still sitting on the opposite sofa.
He looked dazed, his face flushed pink and sweaty.
He lazily played with his cock, stiff and still wet from Charlotte’s body, his gaze locked on them.
So, he wasn’t completely turned off by the idea of sharing.
Interesting. I wondered just how far that curiosity stretched.
I kicked my jeans off, deciding to leave my boxers on for the moment – though I wasn’t truly sure they concealed much, my cock hard and straining against the elasticated material.
Dixon’s eyes flickered up to watch me as I made my way over to him, his body language shifting from relaxed to guarded in an instant.
I smirked, barely holding back my laughter.
“Relax,” I purred at him. “You’re new to this. I’m not going to push for anything you don’t want to give me.”
Dixon didn’t reply, a distinct nervousness about his expression.
I sat beside him, close enough that our thighs touched.
For a moment we simply stayed that way, watching Freddie licking and kissing Charlotte’s pussy.
My cock twitched beneath my boxers in response to a particularly lewd moan and I watched Dixon from my peripheral vision.
His hand drifted back to his dick, stroking it subtly, as if afraid to attract my attention.
Too late, pretty boy. My eyes are on you now.
I reached across and brought my palm down on his inner thigh with a slap, enjoying how that made him flinch. His hand flew off his cock, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. I’d said I wasn’t going to push… but perhaps just a little nudge wouldn’t hurt.
I leant in, bringing my mouth to Dixon’s ear. “You want a hand? Literally.”
“I don’t— Uh, what? I mean—” he floundered.
“You don’t have to return the favour if you don’t want to,” I murmured, inching my palm closer and closer to his groin. “Though I wouldn’t say no.”
To my surprise, Dixon held still as I ghosted my hand over his cock. The stiff flesh bobbed in response to my touch, and I heard him audibly swallow. He was so tense, I could have snapped him in half, and I lost my battle to hold in my laughter.
“Let’s try,” I sighed, wrapping my hand around his cock decisively. I began to stroke up and down slowly. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
Dixon didn’t respond. He was barely breathing, his eyes glued to my hand as I stroked him. Just as I was beginning to wonder if I was overstepping, a tell-tale shudder rippled through his body, and I watched as he sunk his teeth into his lower lip.
“That’s it,” I hummed. “Does it feel good?”
“Stop that,” Dixon groaned weakly, screwing his eyes shut as his cheeks flushed violently. “Don’t… speak.”
I chuckled, increasing the pace of my stroking. Alright, I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. If it made Dixon more comfortable to disassociate from what was going on right now, I was happy to play along. He’d come around – they always did once I was finished with them.
I set about a steady rhythm, pumping my hand up and down over Dixon’s cock, enjoying the way it jerked in my palm and how heavy his breaths had become.
My own cock twitched, impatient and keen for more, but I put it to the back of my mind.
I could wait. Freddie’s arse was mine and that was always worth waiting for.
“Fuck,” Dixon grunted, his hips beginning to thrust up into my hand. He was getting close now, but whether he was allowed to blow or not wasn’t my call to make.
“Hey, Jugs?” I grinned at her as her lashes fluttered open. “What do you think? Have you got plans for lover boy after you’re done with Freddie or shall I finish him off?”
“No,” she whined. “Don’t let him come. I want him – and you, too. Get over here.”
“Greedy girl,” I growled. “Alright, where do you want us?”
Dixon huffed with frustration as I released my grip on him before blushing furiously as he returned to his senses. He couldn’t meet my eye as I dragged him up onto his feet, holding him steady as he wavered on shaking legs.
“Freddie, baby?” Charlotte grabbed his hair and eased him from between her legs, forcing him to look up at her. “Tell me what you want.”
My heart thundered in my chest as Freddie’s eyes drifted to me. He was looking so pink, so sweaty – it was like a wet fucking dream. Taking some time out to focus on Charlotte had done wonders for his refractory period too, it seemed. He was hard again, eager for more.
“Theo,” he murmured. “I want Theo.”
God, he drove me crazy.
“Good answer,” Charlotte purred, nodding her head at me. “Theo, you take Freddie. I’ll take Aaron.”
“With pleasure.”
I was across the room in a single stride, settling in behind Freddie. I parted his cheeks, pleased to see he was still slick with lube from my earlier teasing. I pressed a finger inside him and when his body yielded to me with ease, I knew he was ready for me.
“Keep licking, Freddie. I’m close,” Charlotte instructed, grabbing Dixon’s hand as he approached. “You – I want you down my throat.”
As Dixon positioned himself at the end of the sofa, Charlotte dropped her head over the armrest and reached for him, sucking him in between her lips.
Freddie, ever the obedient lover, returned his attention back to her pussy and I hurriedly fumbled with a condom.
I was still rolling it down as I nudged the head of my cock inside Freddie.
As it always did, his body tightened up around my girth, sucking me in, and I hissed a breath between my teeth. Fuck, I’d never get over how fucking prefect Freddie was. When I rolled my hips, thrusting in and out a fraction, I heard him moan into Charlotte’s flesh.
Jesus Christ, I had the visual of a lifetime.
My eyes couldn’t decide what to look at first – my cock plunging back and forth inside Freddie, Charlotte’s thighs as they trembled around Freddie’s head, or Dixon as he drove himself down Charlotte’s throat.
My breath caught, shaking as I exhaled. This wasn’t going to last long, that was for sure.
Charlotte was the first to lose grip on her pleasure.
Just as Freddie had instructed Dixon to do, I saw him slipping two fingers inside her pussy and barely a minute or two later, she was coming undone.
I watched as Charlotte’s whole body began to shake and she moaned, albeit muffled around Dixon’s cock, as she came.
I reached around Freddie’s body, fisting his length in time with my thrusting, revelling in the way he tightened up.
With every gasp and moan, I felt his hole clench.
Precum dripped freely, lubricating my hand as I stroked him.
He was close too and I knew as soon as I felt him squeezing and contracting around me, it would be over for me as well.
I gritted my teeth. I just had to hold out a little longer.
Charlotte raised her arms, gripping Dixon’s hips as he fucked her face.
Low grunts and moans were coming with every push and when he stilled, his body shuddering, I knew he was coming.
I watched Charlotte’s throat constrict as she swallowed down everything Dixon was pouring into her and very nearly lost control of myself.
I sucked in a breath, averting my gaze as I pounded into Freddie. No, not yet…
“Fuck, Freddie,” Charlotte gasped, still fighting for breath as Dixon eased his cock from her. She looked down her body, stroking her hand through his hair where he still had his face in her pussy. He wasn’t licking her now, just simply resting his face there. She chuckled, her gaze meeting mine.
“I can feel every damn moan and gasp down there, you know. He’s loving what you’re doing. Keep going. I don’t think he’s going to be able to hold off much longer.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” I gasped, breathless. I pulled my hand off Freddie’s cock, holding it up to show Charlotte. “He’s fucking soaked.”
“Fuck, baby,” she teased, still stroking Freddie’s hair. “Does that feel nice? Is Theo fucking you good? You like his big cock in your arse?”
“Yes,” Freddie all but whimpered. “So good.”
Fuck. Fuck! That was too much. I gripped Freddie’s cock once more, my hand flying back and forth.