Chapter Eleven
Andreas
Make love to me, Freddie. Make me feel good. Remind me why I fell in love with you.
Sheesh. I wasn’t asking for much. Or making myself sound shmoopey.
Except that was exactly how I felt. All those things I said to Norah—some of which had been in the script and some which had not—had come from the heart. Sending Freddie away had been the single biggest mistake in my life. In a life full of missteps, misjudgments, and flat-out errors.
Freddie rested his hand on my hip.
I stepped into his personal space—where I’d wanted to be since last week.
He grinned as he cupped my jaw.
Our gazes held.
I made the first move—swooping in for a kiss and pressing our lips together.
He opened immediately for me. Accepting of whatever I had to offer. He tasted like coffee and something I’d only ever found unique to him.
This kiss felt like coming home. Like being welcomed inside after having stood out in a snowstorm.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank into the embrace. He pulled me flush against him, and our cocks brushed. Even with denim and cotton between us, I didn’t have a single doubt of his desire for me.
“Do you have condoms?”
He growled, low in his throat. “I bought them on my way home the first night you were in town. I…” He ducked his head.
This time, I brought our gazes to meet. “It’s okay, you know. You were probably thinking you could meet someone else and…” His expression of horror, with his twisted features, had me trailing off.
“No one, Andreas. I haven’t been with anyone in seven years. Sure, I’ve had offers. I’ve even been on a few dates. But you were my one. I couldn’t…the idea of being with someone else felt like sacrilege. I have no doubt in my mind that I would’ve been celibate for the rest of my life.”
“Freddie.” The word came out as a hoarse whisper. I wanted to argue that he would’ve eventually met someone. The steely glint in those deep eyes assured me I had it wrong—I was his one and only. “Make love to me.”
“With pleasure.” He appeared relieved I wasn’t asking more.
I wouldn’t. He’d poured his heart out to me as well.
I just had to make certain I didn’t break it again.
Like when your work visa expires and you have to leave the country?
I shoved the thought aside. I wasn’t going there.
Cross-border relationships worked. Maybe he could get a teaching job in the States when he graduated.
Maybe I could…what? Go back to school? Find another acting gig? What skills did I really—
“Hey.” Freddie’s soft voice pulled me out of my downward spiral.
“Sorry.”
He tapped my forehead—like he always did when I got too much up inside my head. I used to obsess about maintaining my football scholarship. These days my worries were truly grown-up ones. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He pulled me into a hug. “You’ll always have a place in my heart, Andreas. The rest is just stuff to be worked out later.”
Ah, so he was having the same thoughts I was about how we were going to make things work. “I’m scared.”
“You don’t need to be. I’ll protect you.”
A little laugh escaped me. “From the likes of Chaz?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Any other would-be troublemakers on the horizon?”
I pressed my body against his. “Not as long as you’re taking care of me.”
“That, I can do.” He snagged the hem of his T-shit and yanked it over his head.
An expanse of broad chest presented itself. “Personal trainer, eh?”
“Yeah.” A light blush crossed his cheeks.
I grabbed the hem of my Hawaiian shirt and repeated his actions, sending it fluttering to the floor. I wasn’t nearly as broad, but I wasn’t a pipsqueak either.
He cocked his head. “Waxing?”
“Yep. They didn’t want chest hair in this film.” Normally I had a good smattering of dark hair across my pecs and arrowing lower.
Much like Freddie’s. I traced my fingers from his erect nipples down to his jeans. I undid the button, lowered the zipper, then gently pulled down everything—mindful of his impressive erection.
I knelt.
“Andreas—”
“Shush.” I licked my lips. “I’ve been waiting to taste you since forever. Let me just…” I encircled him at the base and licked my way up his shaft. After spearing his slit with my tongue, I sucked the crown into my mouth.
His hands rested on my head. Whether for balance or to encourage me, I wasn’t certain.
Taking that as permission to continue, I swirled my tongue around him as I continued to suck. With my right hand, I fondled his balls.
He gripped my hair in just that way. The way I loved.
I used every trick I had, bringing him closer to the—
“Stop.”
I pulled off and gazed up.
“In you. I want to be inside you when I come.”
“Well, if you insist.” I tried to feign annoyance, but couldn’t pull it off. I was too damn happy at the thought of finally being with him in the way I’d dreamed of for years. I rose and removed my shorts and briefs as he sorted out condoms and lube.
I pulled back his comforter and top sheet, then settled myself in the middle of his bed with a pillow beneath my head.
He stilled. “God, you have no idea how often I envisioned you here, with me. Reality is so much better.”
Gently, I snagged my erect cock and tugged a couple of times.
“We got by without each other, but it’ll be so much better together.
” As close as I could get to telling him I wanted a forever without asking for one.
He wasn’t a miracle worker, and I couldn’t come up with a solution to our cross-border problem.
Grinning, he climbed onto the bed and settled between my thighs. “Anything you don’t like?”
I shook my head. “Just make me feel good.”
“Oh, I intend to.” With dexterity, he had the condom out of its wrapper and rolled along his length with impressive speed. Then he opened the lube and poured some on his fingers. “Like always?”
“Of course.” I loved when he prepped me. I hadn’t let any other partners do that since. A sheathed cock was fine, but I didn’t want fingers unless…unless that person was Freddie. I trusted him. More than anyone who’d come after him. And maybe that was all I needed to know.
He slid one finger in and held my gaze.
I nodded.
He added a second, scissoring and opening me up. Then he sank deeper, twisted his wrist and—
“Oh God, yes. That.”
He grinned. Yes, he knew how to find a prostate. He’d once confided doing a lot of self-exploration before getting together with me. He wanted to know how to do things properly and that had been upmost in his mind. Well, and he’d imagined my reaction when we finally made love.
I won’t regret the seven years we were apart. Because who could say we would’ve made it anyway? Na?ve eighteen- and twenty-one-year-olds. Clueless as to how the world really worked.
“You ready for me?” His voice had a husky tone.
“Fuck, yes.” I grinned.
He slid his fingers from me, slathered lube on his cock, and was soon at my entrance.
I moved my knees up and out of the way.
He pressed into me.
I expected the burn—and got it. What I didn’t expect was the flood of painful emotions.
A lone tear slid down my cheek.
He leaned over to kiss it.
I smiled through watery eyes.
He arched an eyebrow.
I nodded, letting him know I was ready.
After a moment, he pushed in a bit farther. Then pulled out almost to the tip and pushed in again. Over and over as I acclimated to him and until he was fully seated. “Love me, Freddie.”
“Always.” And he did. Over and over, he thrust into me. He pushed me higher and higher as I gripped his shoulders, trying to ground myself.
He grasped my cock and tugged along with the rhythm he set. His harsh breaths skittered over my skin as he pushed us both to the limit. “Please, babe, come.”
“Yes, I…” Words stopped coming as the orgasm seized me. My cum spurted out over his hand.
He thrust twice more, then held himself still. His face contorted as his climax hit him. “Jesus.”
“You can say that again.”
“Jesus.” Said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes.
“Or I could say Andreas.”
“Freddie—”
“I get to say whatever I want since I’m still inside you.” He breathed harshly. “Where I plan to stay forever.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. If you want.”
“I want.” I ran my thumb across his sweaty forehead. “Forever.”
Slowly, he pulled out of me.
I winced.
He offered a sheepish smile. Then he dispensed of the condom, grabbed the comforter to pull over us and, finally, yanked me into his arms.
Where I wanted to stay forever.