Page 45 of Unforgettable

Needing to find my proverbial balance, I straighten my spine and plaster on a smile that I don’t really feel. “There’s nothing more to have,” I tell him. “Boyfriends have sex, and tonight, we’re boyfriends. Just think of it all as a little bit of role play.”

I know it wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it’s enough to get us out of the car and inside my apartment.

He’s on me as soon as I shut the door, and I sink against the wood and let him maul me. It’s unlike him to take charge, but it’s clear neither one of us wants to get lost in our own head tonight.

Cupping his ass, I lift him up and he wraps his legs around my waist. In less than five strides, I’m dropping him onto my bed and reaching for the back of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head.

We’re both impatient and naked in no time. Raising a knee to the mattress, I hover over him, hands on either side of his head.

“Who’s calling the shots?” I ask him, just like our first night together.

“You,” he breathes out. “Please. Always you.”

The plea lands directly on my hard cock, making it throb in desperation.

I lower my mouth to his, and he meets me with a fervor that I didn’t expect. It’s new and rough, and like the first time, his body asks for all the things I know he would never put into words. His desire’s written plainly in his every move and expression.

I slip my hand between us and wrap my fingers around his dick, running my thumb over his wet crown. “You’re so fucking hungry for it,” I murmur against his mouth.

He whimpers, and I continue to stroke his shaft while moving my lips down his neck and across the breadth of his collarbones.

I circle his nipple with my tongue. Over and over. Around and around while his hips buck eagerly.

“Want me to fuck you? Maybe I’ll blow you first and not let you come.”

My lips leave a trail down his body till I’m off the bed and on my knees, kneeling between his widespread legs.

“Sit up,” I demand, my hand still moving up and down his cock. “No matter what I do, don’t come until I tell you to.”

His chest rises and falls, his breath heavy and loud. “Fuck. I don’t think I—”

Straightening my body, I raise my head so my mouth lands on his. “You can,” I murmur. “And you will.”

Flicking my wrist, I continue to jerk his cock, spreading pre-come up and down the length of his shaft. I reach for one of his nipples, rolling it between my forefinger and thumb, wanting nothing more than to increase the intensity of his pleasure any way I can.

“Oz,” Reeve pants. “I don’t think I signed up for this.”

“You said I call the shots.”

“You do, but I thought you were going to fuck me.”

“What if I wanted you to fuck me?”

The words surprise us both, but it isn’t a lie. I’m not opposed to bottoming, I’ve just never done it before. More often than not, the guys I’m with want to be fucked by the big, beefy guy. And seeing as it’s usually one night of sex, I comply.

It’s what I’m most familiar with and, for the most part, what I enjoy.

I love being the one to drive the man I’m with crazy. I love being in control of my partner while simultaneously taking care of him.

But every now and then, I fantasize about what it would be like if the roles were reversed. If I were able to hand someone else the reins for a bit. What it would be like to let myself be vulnerable in front of another person, and to find someone who has no problem seeing me that way. Seeing past the brawn and the muscles and my size.

In my gut, I know that person is Reeve.

No matter how I try to downplay the intensity of the connection between us, he is someone I would give myself to. In a heartbeat. Knowing it wouldn’t just be another way to have sex. He would take the responsibility seriously. He would unquestionably let me remove all my layers, down to the most honest and intimate version of myself, and he would take care of me and my pleasure like it was a privilege.

Clearly stunned, but still very much turned on, he stills as his cock thickens in my hand. His lust-filled eyes widening just a fraction. “Is that something you want?”

“I’m kind of having a little too much fun torturing you right now,” I say, not breaking rhythm as I continue to stroke his cock. “But yeah… I would never say no to having you inside of me.”

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