Page 58 of Saving You

Ridge kept his gaze firmly as he pushed in a little deeper. And then a little more.

Oz’s breath stuttered in his chest like he couldn’t catch it, so Ridge used his free hand to stroke gently over the front of his throat and down his sternum.

‘Breathe,’ he signed. ‘In and out.’

It took Oz a second to catch the rhythm, but after a tense moment of struggle, he was obeying. In and out, his lungs filled and emptied. In and out, and with each exhale, he relaxed into Ridge’s touch more and more.

‘You are so good,’ Ridge signed as best he could with one hand. ‘So perfect. So precious.’

Oz jolted and groaned and fucked his hips downward, taking more of Ridge’s finger inside him. And Ridge could see it, the desperation growing in his eyes. He was going to beg. The unchecked noises he was making now were so, so needy.

‘Good,’ he signed again when he began to fuck his finger in and out. Oz took it beautifully. His arms were trembling, fingernails digging into his knees. ‘More?’

Oz nodded.

Ridge smiled again. ‘Beg me.’

Oz’s lips parted on a sharp inhale. He worked his jaw like he was going to speak and then changed his mind. Letting his knees go, he brought his hand up to his chest. ‘Please. Please. I need it. I need more. Fill me. Thicker. Harder. Please.’

Ridge nodded, closing his eyes to gather himself because if he wasn’t careful, he was going to come from the sight of Oz alone. Pulling his hand all the way out, he added more lube, almost laughing at the sound of Oz’s loud moan of protest.

When his fingers were thoroughly slicked, he eased one back in and then, after a single thrust, added a second. Oz cried out softly, his hips rising up and falling. His heels dug into the comforter, trying to gain purchase, but Ridge didn’t need him to do that.

No. He could give him exactly what he was craving. He braced himself harder on Oz’s leg, then began to ram his ass with two fingers, slightly pulled apart to stretch him wide. On the push in, he crooked them, and it only took a second to find that spot. Oz shouted, his hands rising and falling, slapping the bed at the sensation of having his prostate touched.

Ridge was even harder now, so he shifted his position to keep his cock away from Oz’s leg, fingering him harder, faster, deeper. Oz’s entire body was bright pink, his eyes now shut, lost in a sea of pleasure he’d clearly never experienced before.

Ridge felt drunk on that—drunk on what he could give this man.

“Coming,” Oz managed to get out.

For a brief moment, Ridge thought about making him come on his fingers alone, but he didn’t want Oz to have to work for all of it. He shifted himself between Oz’s legs again, using his hips to knock Oz’s legs further apart, and with the first thrust back inside him, he grabbed his dick with his free hand.

Oz’s eyes flew open, staring without really seeing. His shoulders lifted off the bed, and his ass tightened hard as Ridge resumed fingering him hard and fast. “Oh, oh, oh, fuck please oh God oh…”

He trailed off with a garbled grunt, and a second later, he spilled. His cock throbbed fat, hot, and heavy against Ridge’s palm as he stroked it, and he spilled a hot flood that dribbled from the tip at the end, coating him as Ridge rubbed him through the aftershocks.

Oz fell back like he had no muscle or bones left in his body. His eyes remained closed, and his chest was still heaving, though his breaths were becoming more steady and even. Ridge waited a beat to see if he was going to open his eyes, but when he didn’t, he hurried off to the bathroom.

Running the water, he paused by the sink and squeezed the base of his dick and his balls until his erection flagged. He’d take care of himself later. The memory of that would stick with him for the rest of his life as permanent jerk-off material. And he wouldn’t feel a single shred of guilt over it.

By the time he was mostly soft, the water was hot, so he ran a cloth under it, then washed his hands before heading back into the bedroom. Oz hadn’t moved, but he twitched when Ridge laid his knee on the bed and pressed down.

Gently lifting his cock, Ridge cleaned off his mess, swiping between his cheeks to clear away the oil, and then he dropped the cloth near his clothes, sat by Oz’s hip, and waited.

Minutes passed before Oz finally found the ability to open his eyes.

Ridge let himself smile, though there was a spark of worry in his chest now. Was that too much? Had he gone too far?

‘Amazing,’ Oz managed to sign with weak hands.

Ridge burst into laughter and leaned in, stealing a kiss. ‘Good. I thought maybe it was bad.’

Oz rolled his eyes, though they only made it halfway through the circle before giving up. ‘Sleep. Please.’

‘I’ll leave you?—’

‘No.’ Oz grabbed for him right as Ridge started to move away. ‘I just need a few minutes. Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.’

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