As I reach for his belt buckle, Nate’s hands find the waistband of my jeans. We shimmy and wiggle, laughing as we try to undress each other without breaking contact. Finally, we’re down to our underwear, and I hold my breath as Nate’s gaze travels lower.
His eyebrows shoot up as he notices my lacy light-pink underwear. “Well, well,” he drawls, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”
For a heart-stopping moment, fear grips me. What if he thinks it’s weird? What if?—
But then Nate’s eyes meet mine, dark with desire. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes. “I love them. Though I might love ripping them off with my teeth even more.”
Relief and excitement flood through me. “Promise?” I challenge, my voice husky.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Nate growls, “you better believe it.”
Nate pauses, his fingers tracing the lace edge of my underwear. The anticipation is electric, making my skin tingle wherever he touches. His eyes lock with mine, a question in them.
“Well?” I breathe, arching my hips slightly. “I thought you were going to put that mouth to work.”
A deep chuckle rumbles through Nate’s chest. “So bossy,” he murmurs, but there’s no real complaint in his voice.
He lowers his head, and I feel the scrape of teeth against my hip bone. My breath catches as he slowly, torturously, works his way down. The mix of soft lips and rough stubble has me squirming.
“Nate,” I whine, threading my fingers through his hair.
He looks up at me, eyes twinkling. “Patience, Caspian. Good things come to those who wait.”
But apparently, he’s done waiting. In one swift motion, he grips the lace with his teeth and tugs. The delicate fabric gives way easily, and I gasp at the sudden exposure to cool air.
Nate’s possessive growl sends shivers down my spine. “God, I’m going to love this,” he says, voice low and rough.
“It’s all yours,” I agree breathlessly, arousal building to a fever pitch.
Then his mouth is on my cock, hot and insistent, and coherent thought becomes impossible. Every lick, every suck sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I’m dimly aware that I’m making noise—gasps, moans, possibly Nate’s name—but I’m beyond caring.
The intensity builds, higher and higher, until I’m teetering on the edge. Nate’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he redoubles his efforts.
“Nate, I’m—” I choke out, my entire body tensing.
He hums in acknowledgment, the vibration pushing me over. My vision whites out as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. Through it all, I feel Nate’s steadying presence, grounding me as I fly apart.
As I come down from the high, I’m acutely aware of my ragged breathing and the slight tremor in my limbs. Nate’s looking up at me with a mix of satisfaction and adoration that makes my heart skip.
“Sorry,” I pant, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks. “That was, uh…quick.”
Nate’s laughter is warm and genuine as he moves up to kiss me softly. “Don’t apologize, Cas. That was incredibly hot.”
I grin against his lips. “Yeah? Not too…eager?”
“Mmm.” He hums, nuzzling my neck. “Just eager enough. Besides, we’ve got all day.”
His words send a thrill through me despite my recent climax. “In that case,” I murmur, pushing gently at his shoulders, “I think it’s your turn.”
Nate raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he turns us around so I’m the one on top. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, my hands already tugging on the elastic waistband of his boxers as I suck his lips until he’s canting his hips to meet mine. “Can’t let you have all the fun.”
I marvel at Nate’s chest, my fingers tracing his soft belly, reveling in the way his muscles twitch under my touch.
“Like what you see?” Nate teases, but I catch a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.
I lean in, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “You have no idea,” I breathe against his skin.
