Page 47 of Unforgettable

Our fingers prod his prostate, over and over again, while his dick thickens in my hand.

“Come on, Oz,” he pleads. “Fuck me.”

“What’s the rush?” I ask, moving both my finger and my slick hand over his cock faster and faster. “We have all night.”

And we did, because there was no way I was going to let him leave here after this. I wasn’t going to let him leave my bed till the sun came up and the real world came knocking.

“I can’t,” he cries, letting his fingers slip out, taking mine along with him. He falls back onto the mattress, dropping his legs and closing his eyes. “I can’t concentrate on a single thing when you touch me.”

“Touch you how?” With my hands no longer on him, I press my lips to the inside of his thighs, repeatedly dropping small and quick kisses.

“All of it,” he confesses. “You touch me and it’s like…” His voice trails off, leaving the sentence hanging between us, and I don’t need him to finish it to know that it feels as new and different to him as it does to me.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” I ask, grabbing the condom from beside me and rising to my feet.

“Any way,” he pants, sitting up. He takes the condom out of my hand and quickly rolls it over my cock. He raises his eyes to meet mine. “I just need it hard and fast. I want to feel you everywhere tomorrow.”

I push at his shoulders and he lets himself fall backward. Slathering myself with lube, I groan at the contact and know it won’t take longer than a few minutes for me to lose myself inside of him.

“Hold your legs,” I command.

My shy and reserved Reeve is nowhere to be found as he holds his legs up over his head, exposing his hole.

I line my cock up and brutally slam myself inside of him.

“Oz,” he cries out. “More.”

Between the tight heat of his ass and the desperation in his voice when he screams my name, I feel unhinged. My heart is thundering in my chest as our skin slaps against one another. Gripping his legs, I fuck him mercilessly, the blissful expression on his face only spurring me on even more.

His body welcomes every single harsh, punishing stroke, and I find myself struggling to stop. Struggling to maintain any sense of rationality as I push him to the edge.

He reaches for his cock and I hear myself bark at him, “Don’t.”

He doesn’t even argue. Instead, his hands retreat and he clenches the bedding in his fists.

Aggressive and desperate, I rut into him harder and harder. It feels impossible to slow down, and I know every part of him has been marked by my hands.

Grunts and groans fill the room as we both climb to the absolute peak of our pleasure.

Unintelligible words leave Reeve’s mouth as I become consumed by the idea of having him at my mercy.

I feel like an unrestrained animal when his body arches off the bed, my body burning with heat as I watch his cock, hands free, begin to spurt out jerky ropes of come. His ass pulsates in euphoric exhaustion around my cock, and I explode inside of him, wondering what it would be like to fuck him without a condom. Wondering what it’d be like to feel him and fill him up with every uncharted emotion rattling around inside of me.

Dangerously wondering what it would be like to feel this way forever.

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Reeve

You know what’s worse than things being weird between Oz and me after the night we spent together? Things not being weird.

It’s effortless with him, and it drives me unnecessarily insane. The fact that I have perfect, unmatchable chemistry with someone I had no intention of ever seeing again, blows my mind.

Do I still want to touch and kiss him outside of our fake boyfriend scope? One hundred percent.

Am I giddy with excitement, waiting for the next time we have to play pretend? Undoubtedly.

Do I wish we could just drop the façade and be together till I leave? Regretfully, yes.

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