Page 47 of Saving You

‘You’re so good,’ he told him.

Oz’s pupils blew wide, and his lips parted on an inhale. ‘Am I?’

Ridge bowed over him, letting his dick rest right alongside Oz’s. He gave a single thrust, drinking in Oz’s moan as he put his lips over Oz’s and murmured, “Yes,” before kissing him. He signed the word after pulling back to make sure Oz understood. ‘I’m going to suck you now. Come when you want.’

‘In your mouth?’ Oz asked.

Ridge held his gaze firmly and nodded. ‘Yes. Please.’

Oz didn’t argue with that. His arms lifted and dropped back above his head, and he spread his thighs a little. Ridge smiled and hooked one arm under Oz’s left knee, pushing it all the way to his chest as he settled between his legs, and then he wasted no time.

Dipping his head forward, he ran his tongue over Oz’s heavy balls. They were rough, full, and hot. He let them roll over his lips until Oz’s thighs began to tremble, and then he lifted his head a little higher and fitted his mouth around the head. With a single suck, he got the taste of him—salty, rich, heady.

He breathed in through his nose deeply, then relaxed his jaw as best he could and sank down as far as he was able. It had been a long time since he’d sucked a dick, and he hadn’t sucked one this big in…shit, maybe ever? He couldn’t remember, but the strain in his jaw was both amazing and unfamiliar.

He groaned softly, letting Oz feel it, and Oz’s hips began to shift before he stopped himself. Ridge felt his lips trying to stretch into a grin, and he reached up, squeezing Oz’s hips in praise. Oz moaned again, and Ridge quickly began to suck as he pulled up. He braced himself on one hand, and with the other, he closed his fingers around the base of Oz’s cock and began to stroke as he bobbed his head.

Looking up, he could see Oz staring at him, wide-eyed and stunned. His entire face was red, making his soft freckles stand out like constellations of stars. Fuck, he was so, so beautiful.

Ridge hummed again, louder, sucking harder, and he watched in real time as Oz began to succumb to his pleasure. His hands moved from above his head to Ridge’s hair, holding tight, pushing him down harder. Ridge groaned, thrusting his erection against the sheets as Oz chased his orgasm.

It didn’t take long. Oz began to grunt hard, and then as his cock thickened, he trailed off in a heavy moan as he pulsed and began to come. It filled Ridge’s mouth, spilling out at the corners, and he quickly pulled off to swallow before diving back down to suck the rest of him clean.

Oz was trembling by the time Ridge was done, his hands grappling at Ridge to pull him off. Instead of letting him go, Ozheld tight and yanked him against his chest. “Come,” he said, his voice ragged and thick.

Ridge leaned back and looked at him, and Oz met his gaze. His eyes were a little red and feverish, but his face was determined.

“I want to feel you come on me. Please.”

Ridge wasted no time lifting his hips and grabbing himself. He squeezed hard and began to jerk off, jumping a little when Oz shoved his hand between them and put it over Ridge’s.

“Show me. Show me what you like.”

Ridge was lost to him. There was no turning back. He grabbed Oz by the wrist, then lifted his hand and licked his palm with messy stripes, then closed his fingers around his cock tightly and showed him exactly how hard and how fast he liked it.

Oz was a quick learner. He fit around Ridge’s cock like he was built to hold him that way, and it only took a few seconds before Ridge felt his orgasm rushing through him. His head bowed, and he cried out loudly as his balls tightened, then released.

He shot ropes of come all over Oz’s dick and stomach, and when it was over, he collapsed into the mess, thrusting his hips through it as the last vestiges of pleasure raced through him. Instead of pushing him away, Oz wrapped around him tightly and let Ridge work himself into total exhaustion.

‘Wow,’ he signed once he’d regained some of his cognizance. He lifted his head and offered a sheepish smile. ‘I’ve never come that hard from a handjob.’

Oz burst into laughter and covered his face with both hands, rolling onto his side. Ridge was knocked over, and he chuckled as he settled onto his back, waiting for Oz to look at him again.

‘I’m not lying.’

‘I know,’ Oz told him, still grinning. ‘That was…different.’

‘Good or bad?’

Tilting his head to the side, his brow furrowed, and then he looked down at his stomach. ‘Messy. But good.’

Ridge reached out, hooking a knuckle under Oz’s chin, and tilted his head up until their gazes met again. ‘Yes. You were so good.’

Oz flushed again, and his eyes darted to the side. ‘That makes me feel…nice. When you say that.’

‘Can I kiss you again?’

‘You don’t have to ask,’ Oz told him. ‘I like kissing you. It’s nice. It’s better than my exes ever were.’

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