“I know. That’s part of why I’m fighting the urge to get you off right here and now,” I told him. He slid down in the seat, wordlessly giving me permission to do whatever came to mind. “You’re okay with this? Want me to jerk you off where anyone could walk up and see us?”
Freddie’s only response was a strained groan as his head lolled to the side. My man didn’t want to admit how badly he wanted this. Needed it. “You gotta tell me, Freddie. You know I’ll do anything you tell me to do.”
“Want a hell of a lot more than your hand on my cock,” he admitted, arching up as I flicked open the button on his jeans, wedging my hand in far enough to free him. I shifted backwards, urging him to follow by keeping my grip firm on his shaft, dragging my thumb across his slit. I could feel his arousal already building there. “Fuck you’re good at that.”
I bent down to kiss his chest, feeling the rapid staccato of his heartbeat through the cotton. I’d expected Freddie to balk at me laying out one of the T-shirts I wore on days I couldn’t be bothered to get dolled up for work, but he’d taken it in stride, and I was reaping the visual rewards.
He had a sexy as fuck body, muscles sculpted more by lifting cases of produce and meats than weights. The tribal tattoos on his upper arms were a shock when I first saw them, but even those fit in some odd way. And the intricate heart and key with Sophia’s name on the inside of his forearm was a constant reminder of how fiercely he loved.
I kept stroking, my body shielding him this time, not wanting anyone else to actually see what was only for me. I reached back and pulled my hair out of the low ponytail I’d slicked my hair into before we left, the tresses providing a curtain between the rest of the club patrons and his body. My hand slid up his chest, harshly tweaking a nipple between my fingers, earning me another gasp.
“You going to come all over yourself, Freddie?” I asked, keeping my voice low and seductive. He nodded as his hips bucked against my fist. “Do it. Come for me. Want me to suck you? Drink every drop?”
“Fuck yes,” Freddie pleaded. His fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head lower. I had to be dreaming because there was no way in hell he was going for this in public. Not buttoned-up Freddie Marino, the boy who’d never do anything to embarrass his family. “Suck me, Peter. Going to fuck your mouth until I come.”
Yes please!I didn’t waste any time drawing him into my mouth, swallowing his entire length at once, contracting my throat around his length. Freddie kept his hand at the back of my head, holding me there until I worried I’d pass out from lack of oxygen before letting him go. My eyes watered. I’d look like the morning-after by the time he got through abusing my mouth, but I couldn’t have cared less in that moment.
Freddie redoubled his efforts, twisting my hair in his fist. The muscles in his thighs tensed. He was getting close. If we were at home and he was splayed out on the couch, I’d reach between his legs and play with his balls while I sucked him off, but that wasn’t an option right now. I moaned when his free hand came down and he started rubbing his thumb down my cheekbone. He grunted and stilled, the bitter taste of his cum filling my mouth. I sucked him through his aftershocks, not wanting to leave any evidence of what we’d done behind.
When I sat up, Freddie carefully took a cocktail napkin and cleaned the tear streaks from my face. More than anything, that simple action spoke of his love for me. “What in hell got into you?”
“Me?” I asked, my voice cracking and uneven because my throat had been so thoroughly abused. “I just planned on teasing you to get you to loosen up a bit so you could have fun tonight.”
Freddie leaned in to kiss me, his tongue pressing past the seam of my lips. When we separated, he caressed my cheek again. “Believe me, it doesn’t matter what else we do tonight, I had fun.”
I laughed, because that much was clear. But it still didn’t explain his sudden exhibitionist streak. “Seriously, what was that all about? You been keeping secrets from me?”
He averted his gaze. “I might’ve gotten a head start at the bar.”
“A head start?” I asked, biting my lips to keep from laughing as he struggled to put himself back together. There were some definite disadvantages to sex in a dark corner of the club, the second biggest of which was trying to not make it obvious what you’d just done once the haze of lust dissipated.
“I grabbed a couple shots, okay?” His clipped words put me on edge. If he was truly upset I’d dragged him out, we’d go the hell home. Unwinding and introducing him to my friends wasn’t worth a fight. “Thought maybe I wouldn’t feel so out of place if I wasn’t sober.”
“Babe, I told you there’s nothing to worry about,” I reminded him. The reason he could get away with his attire was because he wasn’t out here trying to find someone to go home with at the end of the night. I was a sure thing and hopelessly in love with him. If I’d tried putting him in something fancier, he’d have felt even worse because he wouldn’t have been comfortable. “Did you not notice how many guys were checking you out as we walked through the bar earlier? I almost hated leaving you to grab the table. What if you’d gotten a better offer?”
“As if,” he scoffed. “I don’t fit in here, Peter. Look at us; I’m practically a country bumpkin by comparison. I’ll never fit in places like this.”
“And you don’t have to,” I reassured him. “I don’t want you thinking I’d ever want you to change to make me happy. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out how I got lucky enough that you still wanted me after you knew my secrets.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Freddie told me. It wasn’t the first time, but every time he confirmed I wasn’t fucked up because I like bending the lines of what society expected from binary genders, it made my heart skip a beat. “I love all of you, and I happen to get off on seeing you wear sexy lingerie. If I could, I’d take you shopping and make you model everything for me.”
The roller coaster of tonight was hard to keep up with. It seemed like Freddie was trying to let the bits of his personality he kept under lock and key out to play, but still struggled with losing a shred of control.
“That could be arranged, but I call bullshit,” I responded. “No way would you willingly go shopping.”
“I would if it meant getting to see you in more lace.” He’d just given up his trump card; the next time I wanted him to shop, I’d be sure to entice him with something sexy. “I’d follow you into the dressing room and make you model everything for me. And I might have to tease you so I could see how your cock looked when it’s hard.”
Before we could explore everything he’d ask me to do in those dressing rooms, my friends clamored up to the table, already well on their way to drunk and obnoxious. “Bitch! We thought you were never coming back!”
Freddie gaped at Simon, who was a bit much for anyone most days. He made me seem quiet and reserved, which was a feat.
“Turn the queen down a few notches or you’re going to scare Peter’s new boy,” Andy scolded his fiancé. Freddie’s shock morphed into anxiety. I leaned in, assuring him Andy hadn’t meant it the way his brother’s boyfriend used the term of endearment. While no one in the family said anything, it was apparent that there was some sort of power dynamic going on between those two. Andy reached over the table, shaking Freddie’s hand. “Hey there, I’m Andy. You’ll have to excuse my Simon, he can be a bit dramatic at times.”
“Nice to meet you,” Freddie responded stiffly. “And it’s not a problem, really. This is all just been a bit much to take in.”
“Peter said this was your first time in the city. How are you liking it?”
I stiffened, waiting for Freddie’s answer.
