Page 99 of Worth the Wait
When Nathan pulled back and let him go, Freddie fell to the mattress, dazed and aching, and Nathan moved with intent, sliding down between his legs, hauling them up and back, folding Freddie open like a gift.
“Fuck, Fred…” Nathan groaned. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Freddie’s heart thumped as he watched Nathan grab the lube, slicking up his fingers. He kept Freddie’s thighs spread wide, firm and controlling, while he traced lingering circles around his entrance with his fingers. But it was Nathan’sfocusthat undid him. The sheer concentration in his eyes, the way he looked at Freddie as if this was everything he’d ever wanted. As if getting inside him was a privilege he wouldn’t waste.
Freddie couldn’t believe it.Thiswas cautious, measured Nathan? Nathan, who used to overthink everything? He was all hunger and skill now, eating up every sound Freddie made as if it fed him.
With a grunt, he pushed Freddie’s legs even higher, grabbing him behind the thighs and shoving them back to get his face in close. Freddie couldn’t even react before Nathan’s tongue was on him. Hot, relentless, circling his entrance with filthy gluttony.
“Jesus… fuck,” Freddie gasped, head falling back and gripping his own ankles to give Nathan the best access to his hole. “Fuck, yeah. God,yes—”
Nathan licked him as if starving. And God, like helovedthis. As if Freddie was something todevour.
He then slipped a slick finger inside, never breaking rhythm. He spent a second, stretching him, curling just right, and all the while, Nathan’s tongue kept working, licking him clean, worshipping every twitch and clench.
Freddie was gone. Ruined. Barely holding together beneath Nathan’s skill and the heat of his mouth. And all he could think, in the wild blur of sensation, was that he’d never imagined Nathan—hisNathan—could be this confident, this experienced, and this fuckinggood.
And God help him, he never wanted anyone else again.
Nathan looked up from between Freddie’s thighs, lips slick, fingers still buried deep inside him, spreading him open. Gaze molten. Hungry. Focused and filled with wicked intent. Then he strokedthatspot, and Freddie let out a high, helpless sound that was dangerously close to a squeal.
“You alright?” Nathan asked, voice smug but laced with care.
“No.” Freddie clutched his ankles in hope they might keep him from flying apart. “Need you in me. Now.”
Nathan grinned, licking one final stripe across his hole, then stroked his fingers inside him. “All in good time, pretty boy. Trust me, I’m worth the wait.”
“Fuck,Nate,” Freddie groaned, body trembling, “I’ll fucking come just from this.”
Nathan chuckled low in his throat, full of dark satisfaction, and finally withdrew his fingers. Freddie whimpered at the loss, body still twitching and open and desperate. Nathan rose to his knees, rough hands gripping Freddie’s thighs, pushed them farther back and apart until he’d folded him nearly in two.
Exposed. Offered. Completelyhis.
He then prodded the blunt head of his cock to Freddie’s entrance, and Freddie drew in a breath at the promise of everything Freddie had craved for years.
“Waited a long time to do this,” Nathan rasped, tight with restraint.
“Then get on with it, soldier.”
Nathan smirked. “Sir, yes,sir.”
He pushed in.
The stretch was brutal.Blissful. And Freddie’s breath punched from his lungs as he arched his back, every muscle locking with the sheer intensity of it. Nathan was thick, and the pressure was dizzying, almost too much.Almost. And Freddie blinked up at the ceiling, mouth open in a silent gasp, as inch by glorious inch, Nathan filled him.
He felteverything. The burn, the stretch, theache. And beneath it, a wild, shattering gratitude. Because this wasn’t just sex. This was Nathan.HisNathan. The boy he used to hand wrenches to and laugh at his terrible jokes. Nathan, who was now pushing deep into his body as if he belonged there.
Freddie moaned, legs shaking as Nathan bottomed out, buried to the hilt. There was a moment where neither of them moved, pulsing with the tension that had been building for years. Then Nathan leant in, bracing himself on his forearms, and kissed Freddie hard, messy and full of want, before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped. “Better than I ever let myself imagine.”
Freddie reached up, cupping Nathan’s jaw, voice rough with emotion. “Don’t stop. Please, Nate. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
So Nathan moved.
And his long, drawn-out thrusts stole Freddie’s breath, each one grazing his spot again and again until Freddie was shaking apart beneath him. The bed creaked. Skin slapped. Freddie’s cries turned to broken moans and frantic gasps as Nathan drove him towards the edge. Physically and emotionally tearing down every wall he’d ever built, while filling in every hole he’d left with his absence.
Then Nathan changed the angle, hitting that perfect spot again and again, unrelenting, and Freddie’s vision blurred at the edges. He scrambled for something to hold on to. Shoulders, back,sheets. Until he found Nathan’s arms and clung. There was no anchoring himself otherwise. Not with Nathan above him like this, fucking him as if he wanted him to fall apart.
