Page 119 of Worth the Wait
Then they moved together, a quiet storm of limbs and heated skin, shifting and rolling until Nathan was on his back, heart hammering in his chest. The world narrowed to the touch of Freddie’s hand and the look in his eyes. Focused. Tender. Reverent.
Freddie reached for the lube, warming it between his fingers before slicking them and easing one inside Nathan, gaze never leaving his face as if testing how far he could go. If this was real. If Nathan really was okay with this.
Yeah. He was okay, alright.
“You good?” Freddie asked, stroking his thumb along the inside of Nathan’s thigh.
“Yeah,” Nathan breathed out. “It’s good. It’syou.”
Heat flashed in Freddie’s eyes. But also something softer.Steadying. And he withdrew his fingers, guiding himself into place. Then, with a quiet sound that was half a groan, half a whisperedfinally, he eased inside Nathan’s body, inch by inch, until buried deep.
Nathan gasped, the sound catching ragged in his throat as Freddie pushed into him, slow, deep and unrelenting. The stretch burned enough to steal his breath, the pressure a mix of pain and pleasure sending sparks down his spine. It had been a long time. Longer than he’d ever let on. Not just since being fucked, but letting someone in. Trustinganyone enough to bare himself like this. To be open. Vulnerable.
But this wasFreddie.
And with Freddie, everything was different.
He arched up instinctively, craving more, moaning as he wrapped one arm tight around Freddie’s back, anchoring himself there and twisted his other hand into the sheets, trying to hold on to something,anything, as Freddie began to move. Every thrust pushed the air from Nathan’s lungs, driving him deeper into sensation. Skin against skin. Sweat and heat and the staggering ache of being filled and taken.
Freddie planted his hands on either side of Nathan’s head, locked his gaze onto his, and every inch of him was focused. Feral.Beautiful. He snapped his hips harder, deliberate, claiming, and Nathan let it happen. Gave into it. Gave himself up to it. To him.
Fuck, it was everything.
He’d done this before, once or twice. Let another soldier fuck him in the dark. A fast release to scratch an itch. It hadn’t meant anything. Hadn’t felt like much either.
But this?
Freddie inside him, over him, holding him down and looking at him like he couldn’t believe how he got to be there?
Yeah…That wrecked him.
He clung tighter, voice breaking on a gasp, and whispered, “Fuck, Freddie…yeah. Keep going. Fuck me.”
The pace was cautious at first. Controlled. Exploratory. Freddie learning Nathan in this new way, memorising every shift in breath, every whispered curse and low moan, and Nathan clung to him, gasping when Freddie rolled his hips just right, finding the spot.
“Jesus,Freddie.”
Freddie smirked, sweat beading at his temple. “You’re tight, soldier.”
“Better fuck me harder then, pretty boy. Show me what you got.”
Freddie growled. Then obeyed.
He snapped his hips forward. Hard. Fast. No mercy. Driving into Nathan as if wanting to ruin him. Each thrust sharp and perfect, as skin slapped skin and was only drowned by the rhythmic thud of the bed slamming into the wall. Freddie’s name spilled from Nathan’s mouth in half-sobbed curses, his voice breaking every time Freddie bottomed out and dragged back with a slick, obscene grunt.
Nathan clawed at his back, anchoring himself to the man fucking him open. Every inch of Freddie felt punishing. Possessive. Perfect. And when Freddie adjusted, changed the angle, and nailed that spot again, Nathan cried out, loud and shameless, whole body tightening as Freddie fucked him through it, cock hitting deep, relentless.
Splitting him.
Owning him.
Nathan loved every fucking second of it.
“Can I come in you?” Freddie panted, beads of sweat rolling from his forehead onto Nathan’s chest.
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Fill me up, Buttercup.”
That made Freddie laugh, but it melted quickly into a groan as Freddie slammed into him harder, deeper. Nathan clutched at Freddie’s hips, pulling him in, urging him closer, chasing the burn and the connection and the overwhelmingrightnessof it all.
