Page 89 of Saving You

Ridge’s face went blank. “You don’t need to do this.”

Oz chuckled under his breath and shook his head. He pressed his hands to the tops of Ridge’s thighs and looked him in the eye. “I know. But I want to. I need you to know that I’m yours, Ridge. All of me. You are my forever person. Whatever that looks like in the future—we can figure that out together. But I need to know you understand that and believe me.”

Ridge swallowed thickly. “Therapy went well?”

Oz snorted and moved his hands up so they were cupped around Ridge’s hips. “Therapy made me realize how far I was holding people away from me. How high I’d built the wall when all I really wanted was for someone to send it crashing down. And you did that. And I love you.”

Ridge stared, then lifted his hand in the three-fingered sign that made Oz shiver every time he saw it. ‘I love you.’

“Kiss me.”

Ridge did. He shoved his fingers in the back of Oz’s hair, holding him in a firm grip as he devoured his mouth. He tasted like coffee and chocolate. Oz’s toes curled, and his cock thickened.

“I want you in my mouth,” Oz said when he pulled back. He hadn’t done that yet. He hadn’t felt brave enough. But tonight, that was how he needed it. “I want you to guide me. Show me how to be good for you.”

Ridge groaned softly, then spread his legs wider. “Unzip me.”

Oz did. His fingers fumbled a little, but it didn’t take long before he had the button and zipper undone. He had a lot of practice at that, at least. Ridge lifted his ass, and Oz shimmied his jeans down until they were pooled at his feet, and then Ridge kicked them away. His boxers were loose and tented with his hard dick.

“Take me out and hold me.”

Oz held his breath as he pulled Ridge’s cock out from the slit, then curled his palm around it. He was so thick and so warm.

“Kiss it. Kiss the tip. Be gentle and use your tongue.”

Closing his eyes, Oz leaned in. He took in a deep breath of Ridge’s scent—the musk, the heat, the hint of soap left from his shower. Parting his lips a little, he fixed them over the slit, then touched it with his tongue. He’d never been able to pick up the sound of kissing, but it must have made noise because Ridge groaned when Oz sucked gently.

“Like that. Fuck, baby. You are so good. I’m not going to be able to last.” Ridge tugged on Oz’s hair lightly until Oz pulled back. He traced his lips with his thumb, then pushed it inside and rested it against his tongue. “Where do you want me to come?”

Oz wasn’t sure he was ready to have it in his mouth, but he had another idea. He pulled back, dislodging Ridge’s grip on him, but only so he could remove his shirt. He took his finger and traced a line from his throat to his sternum.

“There?”

Oz nodded.

Ridge gripped his hair again. “This still okay?”

‘Yes,’ Oz signed.

Ridge’s swallow got caught in his throat, and he cleared it. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. When I push inside, block your teeth with your lips. Can you do that?”

Oz nodded. It was easy to obey. It was easy to lose himself in the cadence of Ridge’s voice. It was such a rich, low rumble that Oz could pick up better than anyone he’d met before. It was like Ridge was made for him.

And the taste when the head of his cock touched his tongue was even better than he imagined. It was heavy and spongey and strange, and yet, he couldn’t seem to get enough. He let Ridgeguide him, a gentle thrusting at first, and then he began to pick up speed.

He moved his hand from Oz’s hair to his jaw, holding it with both hands, and he guided Oz’s head in a slow, steady rhythm. Oz kept his eyes shut to prevent himself from getting dizzy, and he got lost in the sensation of taking that cock right toward the back of his tongue.

Ridge never went too far, never made him gag. But Oz thought maybe he’d like to try that next. There were so many things on his list. And now, he had forever to check them all off.

“Good, good boy,” Ridge grunted. “Fuck me. You’re so fucking hot, baby. I’m so in love with you.”

Oz hummed his agreement, and Ridge’s cock swelled. He was close. Oz could sense it. He sucked a little harder, and Ridge began to shake.

“I’m gonna pull out now, okay. Take out your cock and stroke it for me, baby. Come with me.”

Oz’s hands fumbled almost frantically to pull his dick out. He began stroking so hard, so fast, that his elbow instantly started aching.

“Fuck, fuck. I love watching you.” Ridge pulled out, then gripped his dick in one hand, and with his other, he guided Oz’s head to the side. His thighs spread even more, and then he tugged on Oz’s hair. “Lick my balls, baby. Lick them while I get off.”

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