It’s what I love about him. He doesn’t care about menial things. Freddie dances to the beat of his own drum, and as erratic and out of sync as it is with the world around him, he doesn’t give a flying fuck.
“You coming up or what?” he asks, voice breaking slightly as I wrap my arms around his neck and use my hold to push myself up his body. The scratch of his clothes over my sensitive skin makes me gasp.
When I’m firmly latched onto him, he presses me into the wall, teeth scraping over the soft satin of my bra until they find my nipple. His bite is hard, unforgiving, and the pain shoots straight down to my pussy, making me search out the friction of his hard stomach.
Sucking and biting, he pulls at my pebbled nub. Again and again, until I’m panting into the air above us. My hands grapple with the collar of his T-shirt as I try to pull it off.
Releasing my nipple, he allows me to strip it off.
God, the way his muscles ripple with his movements…I want nothing more than to feel them working over me and under me. I loosen his belt and his jeans, cupping the large bulge with my hand, the butterflies in my belly going wild.
Lowering me down his body, he grinds my clit down on the hilt of his dick, groaning as my moans become louder. Freddie rounds a hand over my arse, a long finger pushing through my crease until the tip is nudging at my entrance.
He doesn’t need to push deep, because the friction of his hot erection trying to escape the confines of his trousers along with the sensation of his finger tracing my pussy, spreading my juices…
“That’s it, swan,” he grits out, grinding harder and faster into me as he bites at my lips, kissing me, eating up my cries as I come over him.
Beads of sweat run from on my brow, and before they run into my hair, he licks them up with satisfied grunts and groans.
I’m still shuddering when his finger thrusts deep into me, his thumb circling my arsehole. I can’t even try to hold off the fire that rips through me. I come again and again as he laves down the arched column of my neck.
Spent from the barrelling of pleasure, I go limp in his arms. Licking over his lips, I twine my fingers in his hair, pulling and pulling, until he hisses and I feel his wicked smile stretch his sculpted lips.
We’re halfway up the stairs to his bedroom when there’s an urgent knock at the door, followed by the doorbell and then some more rapid knocks.
I push the feeling of disappointment that surges through me down as he lets me onto my feet. Freddie pulls his jeans up along with his fly.
“Bedroom.” He nods in the direction of his room before he goes to the door, taking the steps down two at a time.
My eyes are glued to the pull and give of his back muscles, the way they trace either side of his spine.
Everything darkens like a storm cloud has found its way inside and is bearing down on me. Unable to follow his command, I lower to my arse on the step, watching as he opens the door and stands there.
Stock-still. Body tense.
No sound or movement.
I’m not sure how long I sit waiting for something. Anything. But as my heart starts pounding with dread, I get up. Taking each step, I try to find reasoning. But there’s nothing.
His T-shirt is still puddled on the floor, in the lounge doorway. Picking it up, I slip it on as I trudge to the door.
My stomach knots and knots until it’s so tight that each step sends a frisson of agony through me.
I peer around his frozen form. I’m ready for anything. Or I think I am until wide eyes pause on mine.
Heart falling to the hard ground beneath my feet, I freeze. My blood turns to ice in my veins.
“Freddie,” she whispers hoarsely.
“Lucy…”