Page 64 of Oh, Hell No

I screamed his name, grabbing the back of his head and holding him there as my body quaked with each pulse that rushed through it. He stuck his tongue inside me, and the feel of the bar as it teased my opening extended the wave of nirvana claiming me.

“Nothing ever—oh my God,” I moaned and finally began to start to come down.

He didn’t stop or even ease up. I pulled on his hair because I’d become too sensitive. He shook his head and growled like a wild animal who wasn’t done with their meal.

“GAH! FUCK!” he shouted, his mouth finally releasing me as his body shuddered, and thick white shots of his release hit his abs and coated his hand.

That had to be the most breathtaking image I’d ever seen.

He watched me, his chest rising and falling hard. The gray irises almost black. “I hadn’t planned on that part. I was trying to keep it all about you,” he said. “But I was already leaking pre-cum from finally getting my mouth on your pussy, and then you started talking about masturbating to me, and I snapped.”

I licked my lips, letting my legs fall together as I sat up. “Trust me, that sight, seeing you come? That was for me too.”

Because I was going to get off to it several times a day. Possibly without touching myself. Just remembering how he had looked. Those veins in his muscles bulging in his neck. I had to stop. I was going to get worked up again.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You like watching me jack off?”

I nodded. “Yes. It might be my most favorite sight ever.”

Another laugh as he stood up, gifting me with the view of deep, defined abs and the thick V cut below them as his jeans hung on his hips. He gave his still-semi-hard cock another swipe, and then he used his finger to scoop up the semen on his stomach. I watched, wishing I could reach out and take over, but I wasn’t sure if this meant I had that kind of freedom or not.

“What’s the frown for?” he asked, pausing his cleanup.

I blinked, and my eyes snapped back up to his. “Nothing. I was thinking.”

“I know. About what?”

Alec had left me with a lot of insecurities. I hadn’t really realized it until now.

“I was just…” My eyes went back to his abs. “I would have done that for you. I mean, cleaned you up…” I trailed off. Had that been a weird thing to say?

“Winslet…”

Hearing him say my name sent a thrill through me.

“Yes?”

“Tell me what you want. Say the words. Whatever they fucking are.” He sounded determined.

I could do this. He wasn’t Alec.

“I want to taste it.” My face instantly went hot.

His nostrils flared. “My cum?”

I nodded.

“Fucking hell, darlin’,” he said in a hoarse whisper, then stepped closer to me. “Then, taste it off my stomach.”

Yes, yes, yes! That was exactly where I wanted it.

I grabbed the front of his thighs and leaned in, licking along the indention between two of his abs, where his release had pooled. Licking some off my lips, I move over to the V cut and traced it with my tongue.

“Fuuuuuck,” Oz groaned.

I lifted my eyes to see his face. His complete focus was on me.

There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. Not something you’d ever expect to see on a man like Oz Savelle.

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