Page 120 of Worth the Wait
“Jesus…” Freddie rasped, rocking back to look between them. “Fuck. I need to see this.”
He fumbled beside them, grabbing his phone. The screen lit up with a faint glow, and Freddie tapped record, angling it down between their bodies. The frame caught it all. The slick stretch, the raw slide, the filthy, beautiful way he disappeared into Nathan over and over again.
“You’re mine,” Freddie muttered, mesmerised by the image. “Fuck, look at that. You’re taking me so good.”
Nathan arched beneath him, with a flush that reached his ears. “Then keep going,” he growled. “Don’t stop ‘til you come.”
“Can’t believe I’m fuckingtheNathan Carter.”
Nathan grinned through the haze. “You’re fucking himgood.”
Freddie tossed the phone aside, then grabbed Nathan’s hips, and drove into him with everything he had. Erratic, ragged, and tense. He lost control. Growling through gritted teeth as he came, hard, spilling deep inside him.
Nathan held him there, locked around him, watching every second of him falling apart. He didn’t look away. Hewantedthe image. No cameras. The memory.
Freddie slipped out, then dropped to the floor, and dragged Nathan to the edge of the bed so his legs dangled, heels hitting carpet, then he was between his thighs, lips parting around his aching cock, tongue flicking as he took him all the way in.
“God,yeah,” Nathan groaned, raking a hand through Freddie’s hair, gripping the back of his head and guiding him down.
He glanced to the side, reached for the phone, unlocked it, then angled it downward, capturing the sight of Freddie deep-throating him, mouth wet and working, tasting himself, eyes half-lidded, hungry and focused.
Not for the camera. Not for anyone else.
Just forhim.
Nathan came with a tight, gasping hiss, hips twitching as Freddie took every drop and didn’t stop until Nathan was shaking, cock oversensitive, breath broken. Nathan had to tug his hair to pull him off. “Too much.”
Freddie settled back on his heels, lips slick, eyes dark with mischief, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still got it.”
Nathan couldn’t even argue.
Freddie climbed on top of him, settling himself on his chest and Nathan dragged a hand down Freddie’s back. “Could stay here all day.”
“Your dad’ll ground you if you don’t get to the garage soon.”
“Tell him I’ve died.” Nathan squeezed Freddie’s arse. “Gone to heaven. No forwarding address.”
Freddie snorted, nuzzling into his neck.
Maybe one day this could be theirs. Not just Freddie’s place. Maybe one day they’d have their own place. And they wouldn’t need to rush, stealing stolen moments and squeezing their time together in between school runs, garage jobs, nights shifts, Alfie’s stuff…
Yeah. That would be nice.
To have this.
All the time.
But for now, he’d have to wait.
Freddie was worth it.
So he eased out from under him, gathered him up to the top of the bed where he draped the covers over him and kissed his forehead. “Sweet dreams, baby. See you later.”
And he left.
As he seemed to always have to do.
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