CHAPTER ELEVEN #2
“That’s it!” Nate blurted pointing a finger at the screen, “I thought I recognized her face…she’s in 19 Crimes, yeah? Man, I love that show!”
“She is. Sassy and I were a couple when we were at drama school and we shared a flat.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that!”
“We were together for a couple of years before I came out to her. She told me she’d already figured me out,” I chuckled.
“I love her, but, my god; she’s a messy-cow to live with.
Clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink, and don’t ask me what a pigsty she left the bathroom in.
I had to pick up after her all the time! ”
“My sister’s the same. It was always a fight to get into the bathroom first.”
“Right! I’d never known anyone with so many toiletries…how many face creams does a person need?”
“Uhmm—“ Nate glanced away and coughed into his hand. I recalled then that he had so many jars of pricy skincare that he’d monopolized the counter space in our trailer.
“Is Saskia living in the UK?” he asked.
“Nah. 19 Crimes got another season so she lives in Australia,” I informed conversationally.
I rested my head back on the feather pillow and watched Nate’s mouth as he spoke.
I wasn’t focusing on what he said; just his mouth.
I revelled in the realization that, unless I was totally mistaken about my friend’s nature, I was the last man to kiss those gorgeous soft lips.
His ice chip eyes sparkled and he looked less anxious than when I’d last seen him in the flesh.
Nate was shirtless and his chest was a work of art, cut pectorals, taut brown penny nipples, a dusting of chest hair.
I salivated. He also wore grey sweats that sat so low they exposed his v-cut and left nothing to the imagination.
A lustful thrum ran through me at having his undivided attention.
I considered what his stubble rasp would feel like against my mouth, my chest, and with him kissing down, over my abs.
I was hardening as I watched his mouth move, my mind going back to memories of how it felt to have his hot bulk on top of me, grinding between my thighs while we devoured one another.
I eased my hand lower and adjusted my junk.
“Hey, are you even listening?” Nate prompted.
“Oh, sorry, sorry!”
“You’ve got that look you get when you’re…distracted. What are you thinking about?”
Nate read me so well. “I suppose I am a little distracted,” I admitted giving him a direct look that could not be mistaken for anything other than flirtation.
“Tell me,” he demanded his tone low and growly. He bit on his plump lower lip and I understood the challenge. His gaze fixed on me and that bitten lip made my tummy flutter, sending a dart of lust through me. It was late and I supposed an orgasm would help me fall asleep.
I ran a hand through my hair, “I...um…don’t think you want to know,” I teased, all British and coquettish.
“Try me,” he demanded.
“I was, eh…thinking about Paris…the kiss.” Nate’s eyes flashed at the mention of Paris. He licked his lips, “Oh, yeah! I’ve thought about it too. It was a great kiss.”
We’d already breached the walls of the friend zone and now we were in uncharted territory. “The best,” I said in a breathy whisper. “Do you eh…”
“What?” Nate asked eagerly, his gaze still glued on me like I was the only other man in existence. Did he know what I was going to ask?
“Trust me?”
“Course I do.”
“You can…say no, but…I’m guessing we could both do with a little…
stress relief. Wanna get off with me, here…
now?” I asked in a slow, seductive tone using my poshest voice as I knew it really yanked his chain.
We were both used to performing for the camera and this wasn’t an unusual request on the hook-up scene.
It was something I’d do when I was on the apps, or even with a fuck buddy.
Sharing a remote orgasm was no big deal these days, right?
“Oh!” Heat rose to make Nate’s cheeks flush an adorable rosy colour. He knew I was flirty by nature and I knew he hid his shyness well. Had I shocked him? Surely not!
“You remember how it felt to kiss me in Paris? How good it was to grind against me. You were so hard for me, babe,” I reminded and I noticed how Nate’s eyes blazed with lust. “I know you felt it too…the famous chemistry everyone says we have. We’re both single…
so what’s the harm in having a little fun?
” I wagged my brows flirtatiously and awaited his response.
I was playing a dangerous game. I could take the rejection, but I knew from the way Nate licked his lips and the way his hand grazed languidly up and down his chest that he wouldn’t say no.
“Good points…well made!” Nate paused and watched me for a long moment as I eye fucked him in return. I ran my hand over my chest, tweaking a nipple, before self-consciously, he revealled, “But I haven’t…”
I stopped touching myself and sat up. “You haven’t wanked with anyone except Erik…in eleven years?” I asked incredulous.
“Um…no, of course not,” he sounded a little offended. “I took my marriage vows seriously. Erik and I agreed to remain monogamous,” he justified.
Oh. My. God. How could this hot-as-hell, thoughtful, kind, precious man have tied himself so completely to a lying, cheating piece of shit like Erik Thorne?
“Honestly, I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I stated.
“Christ, you make me sound like a virgin! I’m not; I just haven’t had many lovers. I’m not made that way,” Nate explained.
“No, no, it’s great…wonderful,” I placated. “But babe, what I’m saying is that you have needs too. What do you need, Nate? I’m here for you. Anything,” I purred.
Nate’s breaths stuttered and he gazed at me, his eyes full of lust and uncertainty.
I was surprised that he was struggling with my offer.
His confidence about sex while we were on set must have been pretence, because in reality it appeared that Nate wasn’t sexually confident.
The turmoil of his desire was all-too-real.
How could a hot-as-fuck man like Nate not feel confident about sex?
Did he not think himself worthy of love, of pleasure?
“Are you still in love with Erik?” I asked. I had to make sure that I wasn’t coercing Nate into something he wasn’t into.
“Oh no, no that ship sailed. But the fact I’m not in love with him…it’s…a recent realization,” he admitted. “I didn’t understand how far apart we’d drifted…we both work so hard…I just thought it was normal for relationships to go through dry spells, y’know. I, uh…guess I’m still processing.”
“Okay, I get it. But…we trust one another and we’re attracted to one another, right?”
“Right.”
“So, what’s the worst that could happen? What’s stopping you from sliding your hand into your sweats and taking out that delicious fat cock and then stroking it while we talk? Watch me, use your words. You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” I said in a slow sultry tone.
Nate’s breaths were ragged now, “Uhhh…nothing stopping me, I guess.” He gave me that lopsided, shy, boyish grin that made my dick ache.
“Let yourself go, Nate. Give yourself permission to be free and have some fun. Trust me, it’s time.”
Nate’s eyes blazed with pure unadulterated longing. And in that moment, it was like all of the intimacy we’d acted out for our movie was foreplay, leading to this real-life desire.
“Gah. Let’s fuckin’ do this!” he cursed.
Oh my god! We were really doing this! I could already see the defined outline of his chub. The sight of it delighted me, especially as I recalled how Nate had drunkenly revealed impotence issues and that he couldn’t get hard for Erik…but oh yes, I preened inside, Nate got hard for me!
I’m a trained dancer and know exactly how to use my body to excite a man and get him begging to touch me.
I stood up, rested my phone on a pillow and, keeping direct eye contact with Nate on the screen, I began a sinfully slow striptease.
I drew my t-shirt up, and over my head, and tossed it aside.
Observing Nate watching me was heady. I let my hand drift slowly over my smooth hairless chest, and down to the ridges of abs showing him the shape of me. He gave a throaty groan.
“Tell me what you like,” I prompted.
“What, like in general?” he asked innocently.
I burst out laughing and was put off my sexy groove. “About me, what you see?”
“Oh, ohhh! I like your eyes, you, um…have soulful, kind eyes. When you look at me sometimes it feels like I’m the only man on earth.”
I was expecting him to talk dirty, about my abs, my ass, my dick.
“Oh!” I sobered for a moment. That was so sweet.
I hadn’t expected him to be so…emotionally candid.
I recalled that Nate told me about his demi-sexuality–that he needs a deep emotional bond with a partner before he feels sexual attraction for them.
We’d developed a bond of friendship over the past year, and this thing happening between us now was a minor miracle.
I’d had an unrealistic vision of Nate when he was just my celebrity crush, and I suppose I’d told myself a story about his ‘gay relationship goals’ marriage to stop myself from falling for him when we were working together.
Nate and Erik were out, proud, in-love, and highly successful in their careers.
I’d believed that Nate was sexually confident, that he was happy—and nothing could top what he had with Erik.
But, boy was I glad to be wrong! Nate seemed to have hidden himself inside the relationship.
He’d devoted himself completely to Erik while secretly unhappy, sexually unfulfilled, and dealing with crushing self-doubt.
I wanted to watch Nate find his pleasure.
I wanted to be the man to get him there.