Page 98 of Worth the Wait
Then Nathan stood, shedding his clothes, stripping down with the quiet confidence of someone who didn’t need to perform control. He embodied it. And when he stepped in close again, fully naked, cock hard and heavy between them, heat rolling off his skin in waves, Freddie shivered. Less from the cold and more from the sheer gravity of him. Nathan looked at him as if he already owned the moment and him.
Freddie knew he always had.
Nathan guided him back towards the bed, one steady hand on Freddie’s chest, coaxing rather than commanding, and when the backs of Freddie’s knees hit the edge, he sat without thinking. A gentle push and he was flat on his back, and Nathan splayed his palm over his sternum. Notrough, but resolute. He was there, and Freddie wasn’t going anywhere.
Then, sweeping his gaze over him in a slow caress, Nathan exhaled a hearty, “God, you’re stunning.”
Freddie smiled. “Then top me, soldier. That’s an order.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” Nathan climbed over him, settling between his legs then kissed down Freddie’s body as though he had all the time in the world and every inch of Freddie’s skin was worth worshipping.
He swept his lips over Freddie’s collarbone and sternum, circling his tongue around his nipple before he continued lower, dragging his teeth gently across Freddie’s ribs, hipbone, the soft skin beneath.
He lifted one of Freddie’s legs and kissed along the inside of his thigh. Long, unhurried kisses that made Freddie grip the sheets. Then he did the same to the other leg, giving it equal devotion, as if the idea of leaving anything untouched was unthinkable.
Then Nathan moved in deeper.
He licked along Freddie’s taint, teasing the sensitive skin with the flat of his tongue, then up to his balls, sucking one gently into his mouth before moving to the other. Freddie groaned, melting into the pillow, already half lost, then Nathan traced the length of his erection with his tongue, as if memorising every vein, every twitch and pulse, with nothing but his mouth.
Nathan was merciless, teasing Freddie with his tongue until he trembled, licking from base to tip, then back down again. He pressed a kiss to the head, then took Freddie into his mouth, holding eye contact as he went. Freddie jerked his hips, a groan tearing from his throat, but Nathan’s hands were on his thighs, holding him down so he could gulp him deeper into his throat.
“Fuck, Nate… shit—God.” Freddie couldn’t look away, couldn’t blink, couldn’t even breathe properly. Nathan had never done this back when they were young and fumbling through those stolen, confusing moments. Freddie had dreamt of it—Oh, how he’d dreamt of it. Back then, and during every one of the years they’d spent apart.
But this…this was nothing like how he’d imagined. It wasbetter. Devastatingly, ruinously better.
Nathan knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked Freddie down with maddening control, dragging him closer to the edge with every upward pull, then grounding him again with every deep, swallowing descent. He gripped Freddie’s hips, holding him there as if heownedhim. As if letting go wasn’t an option.
It was dominance without cruelty. Command without a single word. Possession without pressure. Nathan worshipped him with his mouth, lips, and tongue. Reverent and ruthless all at once. And Freddie couldn’t stop trembling beneath it as Nathan devoured him as though hemeantto unravel him, to take him apart piece by piece. And Freddie, helpless and aching, wanted nothing more than to be undone.
And Nathan didn’t stop until Freddie was gasping, dangerously close to the edge, when he pulled off with a final flick of his tongue.
“Easy,” he said, voice like grit. “Don’t want you coming yet.”
Freddie whimpered at the loss, but he obeyed. “Then get up here.”
Nathan slid up Freddie’s body, dragging every inch of him along Freddie’s skin and when their mouths met, the kiss was deep and claiming. Freddie wrapped his arms around Nathan’s shoulders, curling his legs around his waist, pressing their cocks together. Slick, hard,desperate.The friction made him groan. Nathan, too. And that sound tore through Freddie’s last resolve as he rocked up instinctively, grinding against Nathan with a rhythm that spoke of years of want crashing intonow. Rightnow.
“You got stuff?” Nathan rasped into his ear, breath hot, face flushed with heat and want.
Freddie didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to stop touching him for even a second. But he forced one arm to break away, fumbling with the bedside drawer. His lips never left Nathan’s. “In there,” he mumbled between kisses, then yanked him close again, greedy for more.
Nathan pulled back, and Freddie kept his legs locked around his waist, refusing to give up the closeness, even as Nathan leant over to rummage through the drawer. He came up with the lube and a condom, tossing the lube down beside them as he tore open the foil packet with his teeth.
Fuck.That was hot.
Freddie had done it himself. He’d watched others do it, too. ButNathandoing it—bare-chested, skin flushed, muscles taut and flexing, condom wrapper clenched between his teeth—rocketed straight to the top of Freddie’s all-time hottest moments. It wasn’t just the act. It was theconfidence. The feral hunger. The unapologeticneed. It was Nathan, unleashed. And Freddie was here for it.
Still, his mouth had a mind of its own.
“You know how to put that on right, big man?”
Nathan cut his gaze to him, narrowed and devastating. “Had quite a bit of practice since.”
Freddie propped himself up on one elbow, curling his fingers around the thick, hard length of Nathan’s cock. “And this thing fits, does it?”
Nathan sucked in a breath, jerking his hips into Freddie’s touch. “You’re about to find out exactly where it fits.”
Before Freddie could reply, Nathan gripped him by the back of the neck and yanked him into a fierce kiss. Claiming. Messy. All teeth and tongue, but he kept his hand steady as he rolled the condom down to the base, never once breaking contact.
