Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Nate
I’ve never been so thankful that my trainer back in New York texts me every few days and asks me if I’ve done my fifty weighted squats.
Ru’s surprise at suddenly being on his back and no longer inside me is fucking priceless. Of course, I would’ve been more impressed with myself if I’d managed to keep his hard cock inside me while flipping us over, but the math doesn’t math for that to happen.
“Fucking hell, Nate,” he whines torturously, and reaches down to his dick. I stop his movements by grabbing his wrist.
“No touching, my lord ,” I tease. “I need to open you up a little.”
“Why can’t you do that while riding my cock?” He throws the question back at me.
I feel for the guy, I really do, but flip fucking has been on my sexual bucket list for a while now, and there’s no time like the present. I do want him on board, though.
“You know that’s not really possible if I want you actually prepped, Ru. Besides,” I whisper, then lean down so our lips are less than an inch apart. “You remember how much you love my dick inside you, don’t you?” I let go of his wrist as I kiss the corner of his lips, then I circle his cock, start pumping slowly, and take off the condom while I tease his lips.
He groans, and forces my face down with both hands a moment later, then kisses the daylights out of me. I can’t focus on anything but his lips until I pull back and suck in air dramatically.
“I’ll be quick,” I promise, kissing him chastely one more time. Then I crawl back, flop between his legs, and do as promised.
He’s still stretched from last night, so it doesn’t take me long at all to have three lube-slick fingers pumping into him. All the while, though, his moans and pleading, “Nate, please ,” bring me closer and closer to the brink.
I’m pretty sure I’m as desperate as he is when I finally get the second condom open and cover myself, then I pour more lube over my dick and shuffle closer to line up.
I slip in slowly, still unsure of how well I’ve prepped him, but I realize I shouldn’t have worried when he plants his feet on the mattress next to my knees and lifts his hips forcibly to take me in deeper.
“Ru,” I shout in pleasure.
“Come on, darling. Fuck me hard,” he commands, and his accent has a direct effect on my balls. And my hips.
I thrust in and out of him as fast as I can manage it, and though I’d love to bend over and kiss him deeply while I fuck him, I can’t find it in myself to focus on anything but coming.
The perfect pressure of him around me, the heat, the slide, it all turns me into a ball of need, and I can do nothing but keep thrusting. He shouts incoherently in pleasure when I lean slightly back, and I know I’ve hit the spot, so I repeat the motion exactly.
It takes less than a minute before he reaches down again to his leaking cock and spills all over his fist. The pressure around me is the best torture in the world while he’s lost in his orgasm, and it takes me over the edge right along with him. I feel like I go blind with pleasure.
“So... good.” I speak between panting breaths as my brain clears. Ru answers with a simple hum between his own harsh breaths, and he looks so damn beautiful and peaceful with his eyes closed and a soft smile tilting his lips.
A minute later, when I realize I can feel my legs after all, I pull back slowly, being careful not to make Ru uncomfortable, though he still winces, and then I take care of the condom and go get a washcloth for us both.
It takes a lot longer than normal because I’m still feeling unsteady from that explosive fucking orgasm, but I have us both cleaned up and breathing slightly more steadily in no time.
I lie next to Ru and want to bring him close, to cuddle a little maybe, but I wonder if he’s fallen asleep and if that would disturb me.
“Was that as intense for you as it was for me?” he asks, startling me a little, and keeps his eyes shut.
“I think I saw the light,” I confess in a whisper, and love the totally inelegant snort he responds with.
God, I fucking love that he lets himself be inelegant in front of me. I love him.
It’s scary as fuck.
Like, the scariest thing I’ve ever encountered in my life, and my past commitment issues want to surface and make me do and say stupid shit, but I bat away all thoughts of anything but Ru.
“This is perfect,” I say at last. And I mean it completely. There’s absolutely nothing I’d rather do on a Saturday morning?—
“Nate.” The shout comes right before I hear what must be the front door of my apartment slam shut. “Are you here?”
“Oh shit,” I whisper urgently, and scramble to grab the sheet from the foot of the bed and cover us both since I hear footsteps coming closer and closer.
“Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping.” Dad speaks as if he’s not talking to himself. “It’s almost noon and?—”
He opens the door to my room and I curse myself for not shouting a warning, but honestly in my panic it didn’t even occur to me.
“Hey Dad,” I say sheepishly. “What brings you to the other side of the pond?” And why, oh why didn’t he fucking tell me he was coming?
I wisely keep that question to myself.
Dad looks fucking furious instantly, and I really don’t like the way his eyes narrow on Ru, but before I can warn him off from saying shit, he snaps.
“Get dressed and come out here. Now .” He screams the last part, and I frown and hurry to sit up when he bangs the door closed behind him.
“Are you okay?” Ru asks softly, and my frown disappears. I look back at him and smile.
“Yeah, I don’t know what crawled up his ass but not to worry. You get dressed and hang out here, or come out if you want.”
I don’t know what I’d prefer right now if I’m honest.
I have no issues with my father meeting my Ru and introducing him as my boyfriend, but he made it clear yesterday that he has a lot of shit to deal with outside our relationship, so I won’t pressure him.
On the other hand, Dad’s mood seems all over the place, and I don’t want Ru in the crossfire if things go south.
So without wasting a second, I grab a pair of sweatpants from my dresser and run out of the room—closing the door like a civilized person behind me.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask Dad in a measured tone. We’ve been doing well and?—
“Is that what you came to England for?” he screams, clearly enraged right away. I wonder briefly how he could know Ru is the primary reason why I came to England, but he clears that up right away. “Not to study and learn the tools you need to build a better future for yourself, but to keep fucking around like you don’t have a care in the world? Are you still going out to clubs every night and drinking yourself stupid? Picking up strangers like it’s a sport?!”
So he doesn’t know I’m actually in a relationship with Ru.
He thinks Ru’s just a one-night stand, which he was, more than half a year ago... and Dad doesn’t know that.
The anger and resentment brewing inside me as I watch Dad puff out breaths like an angry bull are hard to tame, but I do.
“Dad—”
“No! Don’t Dad me. I seriously believed you when you told me this is what you wanted to do. I fucking believed you. I even helped you buy this place, but now you’ve turned it into your fucking sex den.” His arms flap around with every word, and if it wasn’t for the actual terror I feel that Ru might believe anything Dad’s shouting, then I’d probably laugh at how ridiculous he looks. “You’ve been lying to me about the summer math camp, haven’t you? You’re just out here partying and?—”
“Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up,” I shout back, surprising him into silence.
“Excuse me? Who do you?—”
“I’m your fucking son, and I haven’t done one single fucking thing to deserve this, so sit the fuck down, and shut... the fuck... up.” My clipped words seem to get through to him because he backs up three steps until his calves bump against the couch, and then he sits down.
I mimic the deep breath he takes, and keep breathing evenly when he twists his head from side to side, getting rid of some tension.
“Now, I don’t know why you came all the way here without saying a word to me, but I’m a grown-ass man. And if I was doing all the things you accused me of doing, then that wouldn’t mean I’m not still being responsible with my studies. Just like all the partying I did during college and grad school didn’t stop me from tripling my trust fund. I’ve shown you enough proof of that. You need to calm down and ask yourself why the fuck this was your first reaction, because it sure as hell isn’t my fault, you got me?”
He only stares back at me, stubbornly silent, but I know him too well, and I know he feels instantly guilty. Good. He should.
“Now, let me be clear. I haven’t been partying like before. I have been responsible with my studies, and I did come to England mainly because of the man you saw in my room. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I haven’t had time to do any of the things I did before, because I’ve been too busy wooing him.”
“Uhh.” He falters and looks behind me before he can say any more.
“You tripled your trust fund?” Ru asks.
I turn around so fast I almost overbalance, but when I can focus on him, I see his adorably confused frown. He’s even tilting his head to the side like a puppy. He’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of well-worn basketball shorts, and he looks fucking delicious.
I’m seriously gone over this man.
“Is that really what you’re choosing to focus on right now?” I ask him, with a smile firmly on my face.
“Yeah, uh...” He pauses. Then his eyes shift to my Dad, and he puts his determined face on and walks briskly to us, extending his hand when he’s a foot away from Dad. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Waterford sir.”
Dad takes his hand and shakes it while he sends me a weird-ass look I can’t interpret, then he stands.
“Nathaniel Waterford, and you are?” he asks, not being impolite exactly but certainly not warm and fuzzy the way Mom would be. And oh, Jesus , I’m so going to tell on him to Mom.
“Please, please, please, say it like you did that first night in the elevator,” I beg Ru before he can simply say Ru . He looks at me, clearly amused, and that little smirk stays in place when he turns back to look at Dad.
“The Honourable Rupert Francis Harrington Cardew.”
Dad’s eyebrows rise with each name and I can’t help but cackle like a hyena on speed.
“Seriously, Nathaniel,” Dad says, but I can’t stop.
“Your face.” I point needlessly. “You deserved that,” I say at last, and straighten to look Dad dead in the eyes. “I’m telling Mom what an ass you were.”
I can tell he tries to hide the wince, but he fails.
“I guess I deserve that as well. Now why don’t I take you two out to lunch— after you clean up,” he adds and wrinkles his nose. I’d protest him pointing out our... state, but Ru’s cheeks redden in that perfect way they do, so I can’t complain.
“Actually, I need to get to London,” Ru says, doing a good job of pretending he’s not blushing. “I have an important dinner I can’t miss, I’m afraid, and if I don’t leave soon, I’ll be late.”
I don’t know if I believe every word he says, it seems like he’s leaving some things out, but I remind myself about the whole not-pushing-him thing and offer him a smile.
“I’ll be back here Sunday afternoon, though,” he quickly adds.
“Then we’ll have dinner on Sunday,” Dad says happily. “But seriously, go clean up.”