Page 68 of HEA: Happily Ever After

It had been too long since I’d had this—had him. Our tongues tangled, his taste flooding me. I groaned, wanting more. He ground his cock against mine, and I grabbed his ass, hauling him closer.

Dimly, I became aware of other sounds in the room—the low hum of air from a heating vent, the metallic click of my belt buckle when it hit the floor, and the irregular in and out of Oscar’s own breath.

I ripped myself away from him, panting. I looked at him, his lips swollen and the pupils in his eyes blown. Fuck, the man was gorgeous and sexy as shit.

He never stopped touching me. His hands moved from one article of my clothing to the next as if on a critical mission, never stopping until I was fully undressed the way he clearly wanted.

I skimmed my lips along his jaw, down his neck, burying my head against his shoulder. The familiar smell of him overwhelmed my senses, sending my pulse into overdrive. You could blindfold me in a crowded room and I’d be able to find Oscar based on scent alone and how my body instantly reacted to it.

I swallowed a groan, lapping at his sensitive skin, reveling in the feel of his cock so rigid against my hip. I pushed against him until his legs collided with the side of the bed. With a startled breath, he collapsed onto the mattress.

I lunged toward him, reaching for his belt and sliding it free. I pried open his button and yanked down his zipper, ordering him to lift his hips so I could divest him of his jeans. Then he was naked in front of me, sprawled on the bed with one knee bent and falling open to the side, baring himself to me.

“Fuck,” I growled. I slid my hand down to my own cock, wrapping my fingers around myself and squeezing. His dick was thick and full, already swollen, just like mine. There was something so wickedly wrong about him lying on this luxurious bed, high above the city lights, waiting for me.

I dropped to my knees, crawling toward him. His eyes gleamed in appreciation and anticipation. As I neared the bed, I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then another higher, and again higher. Oscar groaned, hands fisting in the bedspread.

I kissed closer and closer until I could lap at his sac before trailing my tongue up the length of him, pressing a kiss to the slit in his head. “Such a tease,” Oscar hissed.

I grinned against his cock, pausing to let the heady scent of him overwhelm me. Then I took him in my mouth, slowly sliding my lips down his shaft. He sucked in a breath, groaning when I hollowed my cheeks, sucking on him.

I’d intended to go slow. To take my time with him. But the minute the taste of his precum hit my tongue, I couldn’t stop myself. My reaction was animalistic—instantaneous. I started to bob my head faster, lavishing him with my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed. His hand slid into my hair, gripping tight. He held me in place and began to thrust. Fucking deeper into my throat, filling me. I could tell by the way Oscar’s fingers dug against my scalp, the way the muscles of his hips trembled and his breathing stuttered, that he was on the edge, about to tip over.

I sucked harder, taking him deeper. I reached for his sac, tugging, pulling, then worked a finger back toward his hole. His movements grew more frantic, his breathing labored. He was trying so damn hard to wait, to prolong his pleasure, but I was too eager to see him come to allow it.

My finger slipped into him, and his hips bucked. “I’m gonna come,” he bit out through clenched teeth. It was all the warning I got before his cock began to pulse, filling my mouth and throat with the hot warmth of his taste. I swallowed him down, taking it all.

His hand still in my hair, he yanked my head back, pulling my mouth from his cock and tilting my face toward him. He leaned forward, his mouth meeting mine, tongue plundering and seeking.

With his other hand, he pushed against my shoulder until I lost my balance and tumbled onto my back on the other side of the bed. The crisp cotton duvet was cool against my hot skin.

“My turn,” he growled before lowering his head to my cock. All rational thought left my head the moment I felt the soft warmth of his mouth around my tip. He blew me roughly and messily, one of his hands gripping me tight at the base of my cock.

I was already so wound up that I came quickly, my entire body shuddering as I cried out. Once he was done, Oscar collapsed next to me. We both lay in the center of the large bed, panting as we tried to catch our breath.

“You okay?” Oscar asked after a few moments, his eyes raking over me. “You need anything?”

More, I thought. So much more. I need this not to be the last time with you. Please, god.

“No,” I said, flashing him a smile. “I’m good.”

The little divot of concern that sometimes creased his brow appeared, but only for a split second.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, brushing his lips against my skin and sending shivers down my arms.

My chest squeezed at the words. A part of me wanted to tell him, “I could be here every night if you’d just give us a chance.” But I knew that would ruin the moment and potentially ruin the delicate balance we’d found.

I threaded my fingers through Oscar’s, holding his hand against my chest.

“I am too,” I murmured. He sighed, content, before drifting off to sleep.

For some reason though, it wasn’t as easy for me. I lay awake, the wall of windows across from the bed alive with the lights of the city. I stared out at them, imagining each one as a person going through life with their own concerns, their own fears and desires and dreams.

I wondered how many of them were in love. Or had fallen out of love. Or were desperate for love. Or loved someone who didn’t love them back. I didn’t understand why it all had to be so complicated and difficult.

Love should be easy. That’s how it always seemed to me in all the weddings I’d photographed and all the couples I’d interviewed for my TikTok account. And if it wasn’t easy, maybe that was because it wasn’t meant to be.

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