Page 84 of Saving You

Ridge wanted. He’d wanted for so, so long. He shoved Oz back with the force of his kiss, swallowing down the laughter that quickly turned into moans. He tore at Oz’s clothes, then at his own, and it wasn’t long before Ridge had Oz pinned to the bed, legs spread wide, hand around his cock.

‘Please,’ Oz begged.

Ridge leaned in and nipped at his jaw, then his ear, then his mouth. He leaned back. ‘Again.’

Oz’s eyes were wide and feverish. ‘Please. I need you inside me. Please, baby.’

Ridge knew one day he’d draw it out. He’d edge him until he was wild with need and incapable of coherent words or signs. But tonight was not that night. Tonight was important. It was a step he knew Oz had been nervous to take.

And the fact that he trusted Ridge with it meant everything.

He leaned in, kissing him again—slower, deeper, possessive. Oz groaned, then rutted into Ridge’s hand, though he refused to give more than a short stroke.

‘Wait,’ Ridge told him. ‘Breathe.’

Oz obeyed.

‘Such a good boy.’

Oz’s entire face bloomed pink. ‘Tell me again. Tell me I’m good.’

‘So good. Perfect. Everything.’

Oz shuddered, his cock throbbing, growing thick and wet at the tip. Ridge looked down, then shimmed lower and took the head into his mouth, giving him a hard suck. Oz let out a sharp cry, his hips bucking upward so forcefully Ridge had to pin him with his hands.

‘I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. Hold the sheets or my hair. Do not touch your cock,’ Ridge ordered.

Oz took a moment, then nodded. He fisted one hand in the sheets, tentatively lifting the other. Ridge ducked his head and let Oz wind his fingers through his hair before closing in a tight grip.

Ridge let out a contented sigh as he lowered his head, kissing down his torso, the head of his cock, then the base. He pushed one of Oz’s legs up to expose him, then licked around his balls, taking one between his lips, then the other. When Oz’s thighs were trembling, Ridge lifted his other leg, then spread his cheeks and stared at his hole.

It was dark purple, flushed, and covered in whorls of light, coarse hair. He felt his mouth water as it spasmed, and he touched his thumb, pushing in slightly. Oz let out a soft grunt, his hips shoving downward like they were trying to take Ridge inside him.

And that would happen. But…not yet.

He kissed the left side of his ass, then the right, and then he licked a firm stripe along his cleft. Oz’s cry was loud, and he was grateful to have a Deaf daughter who wouldn’t be woken up. He did it again, and again, until Oz’s voice went rough and trembling, and then he tightened the muscle of his tongue and dove in.

Oz’s body shook, then went tense all over. He didn’t make a sound, but the grip in Ridge’s hair went iron-tight and painful. Not that he minded. It was keeping him grounded andpreventing him from shooting off as his own erection dragged against the sheets.

“Please,” he heard in a jagged whisper. “Please, please.”

He looked up to see Oz signing and speaking at the same time. He took mercy on him because the only thing he wanted in the world was for Oz to know he was loved, worshipped, and adored. Pulling away, he leaned over and rummaged through the nightstand, eventually finding his lube and the small box of condoms he’d bought and never used.

Oz watched with feverish, hazy eyes as Ridge hooked Oz’s ankles around his waist, then rubbed his cock a few times before rolling the condom on. He licked his lips like the sight of Ridge was filling him with every hunger he could possibly feel.

‘I want to be open on your cock,’ Oz signed, his hands shaking.

Ridge blinked at him. ‘It’ll hurt.’

‘You’ll be careful,’ Oz said. ‘You won’t ever let me feel pain that I don’t want to feel.’

That was a terrifying promise to bind himself to, but in truth, he would do everything in his power to make sure that was the case. Oz had suffered enough. Hell, they both had. They deserved this. Every second of this joy.

He leaned in and offered a kiss, which Oz took with so much enthusiasm it made Ridge laugh. He rained soft pecks along his jaw before pulling back and uncapping the lube. It felt too good to rub himself like that, so he only took a couple of strokes, and then he shifted his knees and pressed the head to Oz’s waiting hole.

‘Now?’ Oz asked.

Ridge nodded, and with the smallest, most careful thrust, he slipped inside. Oz’s mouth opened in a small, perfect O. His chest was still, and then he sucked in a sharp breath and opened his eyes.

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