Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In which I discover what Ocean means by reward. Also, I apparently need a safeword.
“You’ve been so good, Cash…” Ocean’s gaze was intense as he took in my naked body. “So good for me. You deserve a reward.”
A shiver ran through me at his words, pride and exhilaration warring with a twinge of self-judgment. Part of me thrilled at the praise, knowing I’d pleased him. But another voice whispered that I shouldn’t want this so badly, shouldn’t crave his approval like a man dying of thirst. I was a successful businessman, for god’s sake, and twenty years his senior. I shouldn’t need anyone’s validation, least of all his.
Yet…the way Ocean looked at me made me feel more seen, more cherished than I ever had.
“What kind of reward?” I asked, my voice embarrassingly breathy.
“Come here.”
He held out his hand, and I moved toward him as if pulled by an invisible current. His touch was firm yet tender as he guided me toward the massive four-poster bed. My mind raced, thoughts crashing like waves. I wanted to surrender, to let go and trust him completely. But old fears and insecurities clung like seaweed, threatening to drag me under.
I was acutely aware of Ocean’s clothed state compared to my nudity. He’d only taken off his shoes and his jacket. His crisp white shirt and tight-fitting pants—well, my pants, technically—emphasized my vulnerability, and I felt a rush of humiliation…followed by a surge of arousal that made my freshly shaved balls twitch.
“You okay?” Ocean asked softly, one hand cupping my cheek.
I leaned into his touch. “Yeah. I’m not used to feeling so exposed.”
“I know,” he soothed. “But you’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you for trusting me.”
His praise washed over me like a warm tide, soothing my doubts. I met his gaze, seeing nothing but affection and desire there.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I want this. I want you.”
Ocean’s smile widened. “Then let me take care of you, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.”
How could I say no to that? “Okay.”
He put down a towel on the bed. “Lie facedown for me.”
I hesitated for a heartbeat, old instincts warring with my desire to please him. But the pull of his command was too strong to resist. I climbed onto the massive bed, the fluffy towel a comfort against my heated skin as I settled onto my stomach. The mattress dipped as Ocean sat beside me, and I turned my head to watch him, pulse racing.
“Good. So good for me,” he murmured, and a thrill shot through me at the praise. “Just relax now. Let me take care of you.”
His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and I couldn’t hold back a soft gasp. Ocean’s touch was electric, sending sparks skittering across my skin. He began to knead the tense muscles, and I groaned as knots I didn’t even know I had started to unravel.
“That’s it,” Ocean encouraged. “Let go for me, Cash. You’re safe here.”
I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hands as they worked their way down my back. He was mapping my body, learning every dip and curve. When his fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot near my hip, I shivered involuntarily.
“Sensitive there, huh?” Ocean returned to that spot, applying the right amount of pressure, and I melted into the mattress with a moan.
“God, Ocean,” I breathed. “That feels incredible.”
He chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “We’re only getting started, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
A part of me wanted to scoff at such an outrageous claim, but a larger part—the part currently turning to putty under Ocean’s skilled hands—believed him completely. I’d never felt anything like this, had never allowed myself to be so utterly at someone else’s mercy. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
As Ocean’s hands drifted lower, skimming over the curve of my ass, my mind grew quiet. For once, the constant chatter of thoughts—work concerns, schedules, responsibilities—faded. There was only this moment, only Ocean’s touch and the pleasure building low in my belly.
“You’re doing so well,” Ocean praised, and I basked in his approval like a cat in a sunbeam. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”
And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I did.
He nudged my legs, and I spread them wide. Ocean shifted behind me, his hands holding me open. My breath caught in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared me for the sensation that followed.
Ocean’s tongue, warm and wet, traced a line from my perineum to my hole. The feeling was so unexpected, so shockingly intimate, that I gasped out loud.
“Oh god,” I choked out, my fingers clenching in the sheets. “Ocean, what are you?—”
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. “Shhh. Just feel, baby. Let me take care of you.”
As his tongue circled my hole, teasing and exploring, I struggled to process the onslaught of sensations. It felt incredible, yes, but it was also so much more than that. It was vulnerability and trust, surrender and acceptance.
My mind reeled, grappling with the intensity. How could this be happening? How could I, control freak extraordinaire, be allowing this beautiful man to reduce me to a quivering mess with nothing but his mouth?
Yet even as I questioned it, I pushed back against Ocean’s face, silently begging for more. The pleasure built, a tide rising within me, and I was powerless to resist its pull. I’d been aroused for a good two hours now, and my body was in desperate need of release.
His tongue probed inside me, and I let out the most embarrassingly loud moan ever. Not that I even cared at this point. Ocean dug in, the rasp of his stubble a delicious contrast to the wet warmth of his tongue as he fucked me with his mouth. He licked, lapped, lavished me with his attention, and I soaked it all up.
My eyes clenched shut, my hands fisting the sheet. I did what I could to hang on for this wild ride I’d never seen coming.
“Let me hear you,” Ocean said, his voice husky with desire. “Don’t hold back.”
I couldn’t have if I’d tried. The pleasure was too big, too intense, too overwhelming as it rolled over me in waves that grew ever higher until I was drowning in it.
“Let go, baby.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d been subconsciously waiting for his permission, but maybe I had because that simple command sent me over the edge. As the orgasm crashed over me, I let out a strangled moan, my entire body shaking as pleasure coursed through every fiber of my being.
My balls clenched, my asshole contracted around Ocean’s tongue—still buried deep inside me—and as he hummed, my cock shot out a second spurt of cum onto the towel.
“So gorgeous,” Ocean said, patting my head with one hand while his other stroked my back, my ass, my legs.
I was still catching my breath when he nudged my hip. “Turn around for me.”
I obeyed without thinking, wincing when my ass hit the cold, wet spot where I’d deposited my release. But that discomfort was rapidly forgotten as Ocean bent in to clean my cock…with his mouth. I whimpered, my spent limbs still trembling from the force of my climax, yet my body was already stirring anew. Jesus, how could I get hard again? I was too old to have such a short recovery time, yet here we were.
“Mmm, so perfect.” Ocean licked his lips, looking up at me. “You’re delicious in every way.”
He was still wearing his clothes, but his erection was obvious, straining his pants. Before I could comment, he reached for something on the nightstand.
Lube.
Was he gonna fuck me? Oh Jesus, yes, please. I watched with bated breath as he squirted some on his fingers and brought them to my hole without hesitation. His eyes locked with mine. “You know what to say when I need to stop.”
“Stop?”
“Stop will work, but ‘red’ is even better.”
Red? Red was a safeword. Did I need a safeword? Did I want to need a safeword?
“Stop overthinking,” Ocean said. “Nothing has changed.”
Right. As if I could turn my brain off so easily.
Then Ocean sank two fingers inside me, and it turned out I could switch my brain off. His tongue had softened me enough to make this part a breeze, and even though I hadn’t bottomed for a while, my body happily opened for him. As if it also wanted to please him, and not just my brain.
“So responsive,” Ocean purred. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”
He withdrew his fingers from me, then deftly unbuckled and unzipped, taking himself out. His cock was hard and leaking, and my insides fluttered.
He shoved his pants down to his thighs, not even bothering to take his shirt off. The sight of him, so put together while I was completely exposed, sent a jolt of arousal through me. It was incredibly erotic, though I couldn’t have explained why if my life depended on it. The contrast—his clothed dominance and my naked vulnerability—reinforced the power dynamic between us in a way that made me weak with want.
He settled between my legs, which I readily opened for him, canting my hips like a red carpet to welcome him in. My body thrummed with anticipation, every nerve ending alive and eager for his touch.
The moment he entered me, the world narrowed to a pinpoint. Everything beyond our connection faded—the opulent hotel suite, the bustling city outside, even my racing thoughts. All that existed was Ocean and me, joined in the most intimate way possible.
“Oh god,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at once, my senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree. I could hear Ocean’s ragged breathing, feel the slight tremor in his hands as he held me, smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and our shared arousal.
Ocean’s voice was low and husky when he spoke. “You feel incredible, Cash. So perfect for me.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to respond, to tell him how amazing he felt too, but I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. Instead, I pushed back against him, silently begging for more.
Understanding my wordless plea, Ocean began to move. He set a slow and deep rhythm, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. It felt like he was claiming me, marking me as his own with every movement, and I let him.
“That’s it,” Ocean encouraged. “Let go, baby.”
And I did. I surrendered completely to the sensations, to Ocean’s lead. My body responded instinctively to his, meeting him thrust for thrust. I felt simultaneously powerful and protected—strong enough to take everything Ocean was giving me, yet safe in the knowledge that he would catch me if I fell.
As we moved together, I marveled at how in sync we were, how perfectly we fit. It was as if we’d been made for each other, two halves of a whole finally united. The realization brought tears to my eyes, overwhelming me with its intensity.
“Ocean,” I choked out, reaching to grasp at him. “Please…”
He entwined his fingers with mine, grounding me. “I’m here, Cash. I’m right here with you.”
The pressure built inside me again, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. Ocean’s presence was my anchor, his steady rhythm guiding me through the storm of pleasure. He sped up, sinking into me with steady thrusts that set me ablaze. My whole body came alive, awake, aroused, every cell joining in the incredible pleasure that grew and grew and grew.
Ocean held my hips, snapping his own as he drove into me with more force than I thought I would’ve liked, but it felt so goddamn good. Better than anything I’d ever experienced.
He was stretched out on top of me, the buttons of his shirt—my shirt—pressing into my skin, but I didn’t care. Nor did it matter that his pants were rubbing against my legs. Nothing mattered but him inside me, filling me, fucking me.
His mouth found my neck and he sucked hard enough that I moaned. Fuck, that was gonna leave a mark…and I loved it. He did it again, on my right shoulder this time. The suction of his mouth went straight to my cock.
“Can I touch myself?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure why I was asking for permission.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Get yourself off for me.”
It didn’t take much to bring me to the brink again, though I had no clue how I had recovered that quickly. I hung there, suspended, until I realized I was again waiting for Ocean to allow me to come. It shouldn’t be his decision, yet I couldn’t make myself do it without his approval.
He watched me, studying me as if he knew where my thoughts had gone. Maybe he did. Maybe it all didn’t matter. “Can I come?”
It came out a whisper, but it felt like a shout.
His smile made everything inside me go weak. “Yes, baby. Show me.”
With those words, I shattered. My second climax hit me with the force of a tsunami, pleasure crashing through my body in relentless waves. I cried out, my voice breaking on Ocean’s name as I trembled beneath him.
“Ocean… Oh god, Ocean…” I gasped, clutching the sheets.
He held me steady, his arms a safe harbor as I rode out the intense sensations. Every nerve ending felt alive, sparking with electricity. I’d never experienced anything like this—it wasn’t mere physical pleasure but a soul-deep satisfaction that left me feeling utterly fulfilled.
As the aftershocks subsided, I became aware of Ocean still moving within me, his rhythm more urgent now. He was chasing his own release, but even in his pursuit of pleasure, his focus remained on me.
“You’re so perfect, Cash,” he panted. “So good for me.”
I felt a surge of pride at his words, wanting nothing more than to please him. “Please,” I whispered. “I want to feel you…”
With a low groan, Ocean’s hips stuttered, and the warm pulse of his release spurted inside me. The room filled with the sound of our shared breaths, ragged and synchronous. It was like a symphony of satisfaction and connection, the most beautiful music I’d ever heard.
As our breathing slowly calmed, I drifted into a blissful haze. Ocean gently withdrew, and I whimpered at the loss of connection. But he quickly gathered me into his arms, pulling me close against his chest.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm.
I nestled into his embrace, feeling utterly safe and cherished. My body was languid, every muscle relaxed in a way I’d never experienced. It was as if all the tension I’d been carrying for years had finally melted away.
I traced lazy patterns on his chest, over the fabric of his shirt, marveling at how right it felt to be here with him. My mind, usually a whirlwind of thoughts and plans, was blissfully quiet. For once, I was fully present in the moment, savoring every sensation.
“Was it good for you?” I finally asked, hating myself for the insecurity in my voice.
“It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
His words washed over me like a warm tide, erasing any lingering doubts. I felt myself drift, floating on a sea of contentment.
“Rest now, baby,” Ocean whispered, kissing my forehead. “I’ve got you.”
I slipped into a peaceful slumber, all my worries vanished.