Page 46 of Saving You

Oz freed his hands from the sheets and fell back down. ‘I want to watch you come.’

Ridge groaned softly and rocked his hips against Oz’s thigh for a beat, just to take the edge off. Eventually, he nodded. ‘This is going to be over fast, I think.’

Oz laughed and looked away. ‘Yeah. Too fast.’

Tapping him, Ridge waited until Oz looked back at him. ‘It’s never too fast. It’ll always be just right. Don’t hold back, okay?Take what feels good and come when you’re ready. We can do this again.’

‘Is that what you want?’ Oz asked.

There was no point in lying. At least, not about that. He nodded and leaned in, smudging a kiss over Oz’s jaw. ‘I like you,’ he told him when he pulled back. ‘You’re sweet and beautiful and fun. I’d like to do this as many times as you do.’

Oz looked like he didn’t know what to say or think. He glanced away and then returned his gaze back to Ridge before he finally answered him. ‘I like you too.’

It was something. It certainly wasn’t the love confession Ridge secretly wanted, but it was better than telling him he was nothing more than a warm, willing body. Oz seemed to read something like that on his face because he lifted his hand and cupped Ridge’s jaw, running his thumb over his stubble.

‘You’re the hottest man I have ever seen.’

It took Ridge a little too long to process the meaning of Oz’s signs, but when he did, he felt his ears burn so hot it felt like they were going to catch fire. “Oh,” he said aloud.

Oz burst into laughter, then sat up halfway and wrapped his hands around Ridge’s neck. “Kiss me.”

Ridge did, and this time, he didn’t stop. He pushed Oz back against the pillows, the kiss lush, wet, and hot. He broke it off gently, nipping at Oz’s lips before going for his neck. He scraped teeth along his beating pulse, and his hands began to ruck his shirt up.

Oz’s moan was loud, rumbling out of his chest and burrowing under Ridge’s skin. He offered one of his own, hoping Oz could feel it as he nosed along his exposed chest. His pecs were well-defined, nipples small, pink, and a little puffy. Ridge took one between his teeth, biting gently until it pebbled, and Oz began to thrust his hips upward.

Ridge felt his cock—hard and ready to burst through his sweats—throbbing against his lower stomach. He pulled back and looked down with a grin.

“Don’t mock me,” Oz whispered.

Ridge frowned and shook his head, tracing a touch over Oz’s kiss-swollen lips. ‘Never. You are gorgeous. I’m smiling because you make me happy.’ Oz’s entire body gave a single, almost violent tremble, but Ridge didn’t want to push his luck, so he kissed him again and asked, ‘Show me the sign for COCK.’

Oz did, a simple sign—intuitive and easy. It made Ridge smile. He repeated it, then reached down and grabbed Oz through his sweats. He was bigger than Ridge expected and very close to coming if the way he throbbed and gasped was anything to go by.

He wanted Oz to come, but not this fast. Not in his pants. He let go and pinched his right nipple while he sucked on the left. Oz went boneless against the pillows again, hands flopping like he wanted to grab Ridge, but also like maybe he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

Ridge grabbed him by the wrists and lifted his hands above his head. ‘Hold them there unless you need to tell me to stop.’

Oz sucked in a breath, bit his lip, then nodded.

Oh. He liked that.

‘Good,’ Ridge signed with purpose. Oz’s dick twitched harder. Yes, this could be very, very fun. ‘Perfect.’

Oz’s lips parted on a gasp, and he started to thrust his hips again, but Ridge pinned him hard and shook his head. When Oz settled, Ridge kissed him.

‘Perfect,’ he signed again.

Oz was shaking with need, and Ridge wasn’t going to torment the gorgeous bastard. He left his shirt where it was, but he went for his sweats, and with a single tug, he had them off and in a pile at the edge of the bed. He stared down at Oz’snaked dick—very pink, flushed, leaking at the tip. It was big. His ass ached to be stretched by it, even though he knew that wasn’t on the table tonight.

Leaning down, he traced a single touch from root to tip, watching as it twitched, pulsed, and let out a stream of precome that pooled on his pale pubes.

‘Can I take my clothes off?’ Ridge asked.

Oz brought one hand down long enough to rub a flat palm on his chest. ‘Please.’

Ridge only took a second to peel away the fabric, which felt almost like a vise, and for a moment, he simply breathed as he watched the flush crawl from Oz’s chest to his cheeks. He was so pretty like that—so flushed and needy and wanton. He could see him fighting the urge to move, to seek stimulation.

A small part of him wanted to torment him a little—to make him wait until he was ready to beg. But that couldn’t be his first time. No, that would be later, when all Oz could think about was everything Ridge was capable of doing to him.

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