Page 9 of Unforgettable

Tonight, I could be whoever I wanted, and right now, I was a man who was so full. Full of lust. Full of unrecognizable and misplaced emotions. So full of Oz’s praise and so full of his fingers.

But I wanted more. I needed more.

“Oz,” I repeat, the need unmissable.

“You think you’re ready for me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he teases, pumping his fingers inside me dangerously fast “Are you ready for me?”

“Please, Oz,” I beg. “Please, fuck me.”

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Oz

Being dominant and demanding in bed isn’t unusual for me. It has always been the one thing in my life that I felt like I could wholeheartedly control, but the way I feel now, with Reeve, is something I’ve never experienced before.

I feel both possessive of him and weakened by him, because my body’s reaction to this stranger is a lot more than I was anticipating when he walked through the doors of Speakeasy.

Rising up on my knees, I rip open the condom wrapper and roll it on in record speed.

Loving the sound of his impatience, I tease him one more time with my fingers.

“Oz,” he cries, and my dick throbs in response.

Dropping my hand, I spread him wide as I slowly slide inside him.

“Are you okay?” The head of my cock is the only thing breaching him, but regardless of how desperate I am to feel him around me, I pace myself. “Just tell me if—”

“Oz,” he breathes out with a sigh. “I need it. I need all of it. I needyou.”

Those words embed themselves into my skin, and just for tonight, I let them sit there. Because if there’s one obvious similarity I’ve noticed between Reeve and me, it’s that we’re both running from and searching for something.

The why’s and what’s don’t exist here, and I’ve never been more grateful to feel this connection with someone and not have to slice myself open to do so.

Doing exactly as he’s asked, I push myself farther inside him, my stiff cock stretching him and sliding inside him beautifully.

“Fuck,” I growl, my hands digging into his hips as I begin to rock against him. “You feel so good.”

“More, Oz,” he begs. “More.”

I’ve been hard since we kissed at Speakeasy, and I feel my restraint completely dissipate as his body squeezes around me. Needing more, I lean forward and curl my arm around his torso and raise him up to his knees.

In perfect sync with me, he tilts his head over his shoulder, and I capture his lips, aggressive and unapologetic. Our tongues dance as I thrust, harder and faster.

“Grab your cock,” I demand.

Reeve complies and immediately begins jerking himself off at a punishing pace. My fingers find his nipples and I roll and twist and tweak, wanting every inch of him to hum in pleasure, the exact way I am.

“I’m gonna come,” he tells me. “Please come with me.”

Disappointing Reeve doesn’t seem to be an option for me tonight. Over and over, I’ve found myself wanting to accommodate his needs more than I can remember doing for anyone else, and this is no different.

“Kiss me, Reeve,” I demand, uncharacteristically needy. I smash my mouth against his as we both move in a frantic rhythm, wanting nothing more than every part of him to be attached to me.

He obliges and I lose myself in him and this moment, feeling overwhelmed and desperate.

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