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Ridge’s gaze flickered over to the mess covers, then back to Oz’s eyes and captured his gaze, holding it. His hand lifted and made a fist. ‘Yes. Now.’

And Oz obeyed like it was the only thing he could do.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RIDGE

A small partof him knew this was probably a mistake. Not because it was Oz—but also because itwasOz. It wasn’t like Ridge was going to pass up an opportunity to get his hands all over the guy he’d been lusting after since he’d met him, but he also knew that giving up Oz after getting to taste him was going to be damn near impossible.

But he had to take what he was given because he had no idea how long Oz would be willing to extend this offer. And the fact that Ridge got to be his first was doing something to him. He felt warm all over, tingly and powerful. There was a rushing sensation in his chest as he ordered Oz to the bed and then got to watch him obey.

He licked his lips with a too-wet tongue and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth before walking over and pressing one knee to the mattress. Oz was in formfitting sweats that hugged every curve just right and a long-sleeved shirt that did the same. Ridge wanted to peel the fabric away with his teeth and taste every inch of skin he exposed.

But that was probably too much for his first time. He had to be careful without being patronizing. He had to be attentive and pay attention to make sure he wasn’t pushing Oz past his limits.

He had a feeling Oz struggled to tell people no. It was likely why he’d let his family get away with so much bullshit for so long. But while Ridge did like being in charge, he liked knowing that his partner had the control.

Leaning in, he pressed one hand to the bed beside Oz’s shoulder and held his gaze. ‘Safe word.’

Oz flushed hard. “I’m not interested in kink,” he said aloud.

Ridge laughed and shook his head. ‘Not that. But this is your first time with a man. If I do something that you’re not sure about, I want to have a sign so I know to stop immediately.’

Oz looked startled and bit his lip, brow furrowed in thought. After a beat, he shrugged and signed, ‘Stop?’

Ridge grinned at him. ‘Okay.’ He leaned in lower, then hesitated. ‘Kissing?’

Oz looked a little confused.

‘Can I kiss you as much as I want?’

Oz’s blush darkened, but he nodded, then lifted his shoulders off the bed to meet Ridge more than halfway. Their lips collided, a little sloppy and uncoordinated at first, but then Ridge leaned his weight on Oz, took the man by his chin, and directed him. It was better after that.

No, it wasn’tbetter. It wasperfect.

Oz’s lips parted on a gasp, and Ridge took advantage, sliding his tongue between his lips. Oz’s own met his, dancing almost frantically, like he was trying to taste every atom in Ridge’s mouth. He used his tongue to slow Oz down a little, and after a moment, Oz began to relax.

His head moved with the rhythm of their kiss, his body joining, writhing against the sheets as Ridge took his other hand and slid it up and down his side. Oz groaned loudly, and Ridge caught the sound in his mouth, swallowing it down with his next breath. He was hard enough to carve steel, and he rocked his hips against Oz’s thigh to show him.

“More,” Oz groaned aloud.

Ridge pulled back and looked down at his flushed, kiss-drunk face. ‘What do you want tonight?’

‘Everything,’ Oz signed with stiff hands.

Ridge let out a small laugh. ‘We don’t have time for everything. But we can do this again. As many times as you want until you’re satisfied.’

Oz’s face went on a complicated journey, but it ended with something like determination and maybe even a little happiness. He nodded, then pushed up on his elbows and curled his fingers into the sheets. “Make me come with your mouth?”

Ridge nodded, his mouth immediately watering. He wanted to taste Oz so fucking badly. ‘Is it okay if I come too?’

Oz looked adorably perplexed. “Who would say no to that?”

‘Anyone can say no to anything,’ Ridge told him carefully. ‘If you want tonight to be all about you, we can do that.’

Oz looked intrigued, and Ridge actually kind of liked that idea. He liked the thought of spending an entire evening showing Oz all the ways he could feel good and treasured, adored and spoiled. He liked the idea of holding himself back and waiting until he was behind a closed door to let out all his pent-up lust and need.

But he also liked the idea of working Oz up, coming on his chest, and then giving him the best orgasm of his life.

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