Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
In which an amazing day ends in the best way possible…with me seeing stars. Actually, make that a whole damn galaxy.
“I had way more fun than I expected,” I admitted as we were on the way back.
He patted my knee. “You did well.”
“I’m gonna be majorly sore tomorrow.” I stretched a little, my muscles protesting. “I’m feeling it already.”
“Hmm, that’s a shame.” Ocean trailed his index finger up my thigh. “I had plans for us for this evening.”
“P-plans?”
“Plans of the naked kind.” His fingers trailed higher, then casually rested on my cock, which hardened under his touch. “But if you’re too tired for that…”
He removed his hand, but I snatched it and put it back. “Not that tired. Not tired at all, actually.”
His chuckle was low. “I’m glad to hear it, baby, because I have a fierce need to be inside you.”
Those words sent a jolt of pure want through me. “Tease,” I accused, but there was no bite to it.
Ocean’s grin was downright sinful. “Oh, I fully intend to follow through. But anticipation is half the fun.”
He was right, damn him. The rest of the drive was a delicious torture, every casual touch and heated glance stoking the fire burning under my skin. Thank god for the privacy partition…and one very discreet driver. By the time we pulled up to the hotel, I was practically vibrating with need.
Ocean kept a possessive hand on my lower back as we made our way through the lobby, his touch both a comfort and a promise. The elevator ride seemed to last an eternity, the enclosed space filled with tension so thick I could taste it.
The moment the door to our suite closed behind us, Ocean had me pressed against the wall, his body a hard line of heat against mine. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding, and I opened for him without hesitation.
His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming and possessive, and I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting in his shirt to pull him closer. Ocean’s hands were everywhere, skimming down my sides, gripping my hips, sliding around to palm my ass. Each touch set my nerve endings on fire, turning my blood to molten lava.
“Ocean,” I gasped as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down my throat. “Please…”
“Please, what?” His voice was a low rumble against my skin. “Tell me what you need.”
I arched into him, my head falling back against the wall as he nipped at my collarbone. “You. I need you.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “You’ve got me, Cash. Every single inch of me.”
To punctuate his words, he rolled his hips, grinding his hardness against mine. I nearly sobbed at the friction, my whole body aching for more.
“Feel what you do to me, baby,” Ocean growled against my lips. “Been wanting you all day.”
“Then take me.” I was too far gone to be embarrassed by the raw need in my voice. “Make me yours.”
A low sound rumbled from his chest, almost a purr. “With pleasure.”
In a move that left me dizzy, Ocean spun us and walked me backward through the suite. We stumbled into the bedroom, our lips never parting, hands roaming greedily. When my knees hit the edge of the bed, Ocean broke the kiss just long enough to strip my shirt over my head.
“God, you’re gorgeous. I could stare at you all night.”
I squirmed under his gaze, my skin flushed and tingling. “Rather have you do more than stare.”
A wicked grin curved his lips. “Oh, I plan to, baby. I plan to worship every inch of this beautiful body until you’re shaking and begging for me.”
His words sent a bolt of pure lust straight to my core. I reached for him, needing to feel his skin against mine, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.
“Ah ah,” he tutted. “I’m in charge, remember? You lie back and let me take care of you.”
I shivered at the dominance in his tone. Why was that so fucking hot?
Ocean held my gaze as he slowly, teasingly, undid the button of my shorts. The rasp of the zipper seemed obscenely loud in the quiet room. My underwear showed a wet spot where I was already leaking for him, and he pressed the heel of his palm against it. “So hard for me…”
“Ocean…” I whined. “I need…”
Hell, I wasn’t even sure what I needed anymore.
Him. I needed him. I needed him on top of me, inside me, all over me.
Those feelings that had been bubbling inside me, brewing, were now boiling over into something urgent and desperate, something I needed to let out.
Ocean made quick work of the rest of my clothes, leaving me naked and aching for his touch. He undressed himself with careless speed, dropping his clothes right where he stood, and climbed on top of me.
“God, look at you.” His hands skimmed up my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “So fucking beautiful.”
I flushed at the reverence in his voice, still not used to being worshipped like this. Ocean seemed determined to map every inch of my body with his hands and mouth, like he was trying to commit me to memory.
“I’m going to take you apart,” he promised, his breath hot against my ear. “Piece by piece until you’re begging for me.”
A full-body shudder ran through me at his words. “Please,” I whispered, unsure what exactly I was asking for but desperate for it all the same.
When his lips closed around one of my nipples, I cried out, my back arching off the bed. He lavished attention on the sensitive bud, licking and sucking until I was writhing beneath him, my hands fisted in his hair.
Ocean’s mouth was pure sin as it worked its way down my body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I felt like I was burning from the inside out, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
His teeth grazed my hipbone, and I nearly jackknifed off the bed, a strangled sound escaping my throat.
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.”
And god, did he ever. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he nuzzled into the crease of my thigh, so close to where I needed him most. I could feel his breath, hot and damp, teasing me mercilessly.
“Ocean, please…” I wasn’t above begging, not when he had me wound so tight I felt like I might shatter at any moment.
He looked up at me through those impossibly long lashes, his ocean-blue eyes dark with want. “Please, what? Use your words.”
I groaned, my hips canting upward, seeking friction. “Touch me. I need you to touch me.”
I could feel his smile against my skin. “I am touching you.”
He punctuated his point by running his hands up my thighs, maddeningly close to where I wanted him most but never quite reaching. I made a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a growl. “You know what I mean. Stop teasing.”
“Then be specific, baby. Tell me what you need.”
I swallowed hard, my voice coming out rough and needy. “Your mouth. I need your mouth on me.”
His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Since you asked so nicely…”
And then he swallowed me down, taking me into the velvet heat of his mouth. My whole world narrowed to the slick heat of Ocean’s mouth around me. I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets as he worked me with his lips and tongue, taking me deep into his throat. It was almost too much, the intense pleasure bordering on pain, but I never wanted it to end.
“Fuck, Ocean…” I choked out, my hips bucking upward of their own accord. He hummed around me, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge right then and there.
He pulled off with an obscene pop, grinning up at me as he licked his lips. “You taste so good. I could do this all night.”
I whimpered at the thought, my cock twitching against my stomach. “I don’t think I’d survive that.”
Ocean chuckled, low and rough. “Oh, you’d survive if I asked you to, wouldn’t you? And you’d beg me for more.”
Before I could formulate a response, he swallowed me again, one hand coming up to fondle my balls as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. I saw stars, my vision whiting out at the edges as I fought not to come on the spot. My fingers tightened in his hair, torn between the urge to pull him off before I embarrassed myself and the desperate need for more.
As if sensing my struggle, Ocean doubled his efforts, taking me deeper, sucking harder. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he held me down, refusing to let me do anything but take what he was giving me.
And god, was he giving. He was relentless, his head bobbing, cheeks hollowed with suction. His tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking in embarrassing amounts.
The heat, the pressure, the slick slide of his tongue… It was almost too much, too intense. Ocean’s hands on my hips were the only thing keeping me grounded as he worked me over with a single-minded focus.
“Fuck, Ocean…” I gasped, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Your mouth… God…”
My heels dug into the mattress, my thighs shaking with the effort not to just fuck into his mouth. Ocean finally released me with a final lick and crawled back up my body, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue ratcheted my desire higher.
My hands roamed the expanse of his back, feeling the ripple of muscle under smooth skin. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to map his body with my hands the way he had mine with his mouth.
Ocean broke the kiss, leaving us both panting for breath. He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into me with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. “I want to be inside you, want to feel you around me, hot and tight…”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a fresh wave of want crashing over me. “Yes.” I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “God, yes, please…”
Ocean groaned, his hips grinding against mine, the friction delicious but not nearly enough. He reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for the lube. When he found it, he sat back on his heels, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. “Gonna open you for me. Get you ready to take my cock.”
I whimpered at the thought, my hole clenching in anticipation. So many one-night stands over the years, and not once had I been this desperate for anyone.
When his slick finger circled my entrance, teasing the furled muscle, I nearly came off the bed.
“Relax for me, baby,” he coaxed, his voice like honey.
I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax as Ocean’s finger breached me. The stretch was intense, much more than usual. Maybe because my muscles were tight from the surfing lesson? But soon enough, the slight burn melted into pleasure as he worked me open with slow, steady strokes.
“That’s it.” His free hand stroked soothingly up my thigh. “You’re doing so good, taking my finger so well…”
I keened at the praise, my hips rocking to meet his hand. Ocean took his time, working me up to two fingers, then three, stretching me with a patience that was both maddening and tender. By the time he had three fingers buried deep inside me, I was a writhing, incoherent mess, my cock leaking steadily onto my stomach.
“Ocean, please…” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “I need… I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he soothed, his fingers curling and brushing that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “I’m going to give it to you. Going to fill you up so good…”
Ocean withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and aching. But he settled between my legs, hooking my knees over his elbows and spreading me wide. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I tensed instinctively, my body anticipating the stretch.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, waiting until my eyes locked with his. The intensity, the raw emotion I saw there took my breath away. “I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
And then he was pushing inside, the thick, hard length of him breaching me inch by delicious inch. I threw my head back, a long, low moan escaping my throat as he filled me, stretched me, claimed me in the most primal way possible.
The burn, the pressure, the sheer overwhelming fullness—it was almost too much. Ocean stilled when he was fully seated inside me, giving me a moment to adjust. His forehead rested against mine, our breath mingling as we both trembled with the effort of holding back.
“God, you feel incredible. So tight, so perfect…”
I clenched around him experimentally, and he hissed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck, baby…” Ocean groaned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before locking back onto mine. “You keep that up, and this will be over embarrassingly quick.”
A breathless laugh escaped me, even as I rolled my hips, savoring the delicious friction of him inside me. “We’ve got all night…and I plan to make the most of every minute.”
Something flashed in Ocean’s eyes at that, hot and possessive. “Oh, I’ll give you every minute,” he promised, pulling out and sliding back in slowly. “Every second, until you forget your own name and the only word you remember is Ocean.”
The intensity, the raw need in his voice, sent a shiver down my spine. I rolled my hips, urging him deeper, needing more.
“Move.” I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him even deeper. “Please, Ocean, I need you to move…”
He obliged, the drag of his cock against my inner walls making me see stars. He set a steady rhythm, deep and thorough, hitting that spot that made my toes curl on every thrust.
“You take me so well, baby,” Ocean praised. “Like you were made for me.”
I could only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form words. My hands scrabbled at his back, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to pull him impossibly closer. I needed him deeper, harder, needed to be consumed by him entirely.
As if reading my mind, Ocean hitched my legs higher, the change in angle allowing him to plunge even deeper. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he pounded into me, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts.
I moaned brokenly, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the sensation of Ocean claiming me so thoroughly. He was everywhere—above me, inside me, surrounding me with his scent and his heat and his overwhelming presence.
Ocean’s thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic as his control began to slip. I could feel my own orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine.
“Come for me,” Ocean growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
His words were my undoing. With a cry of his name, I shattered, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me with the force of a tidal wave. I clenched around him, white-hot pleasure shorting out every nerve ending until I was nothing but sensation, Ocean’s name a litany on my lips. Ocean worked me through it, his hips rocking shallowly, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until I collapsed against the sheets, utterly spent.
Ocean followed me over the edge with a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt, spilling deep inside me with a hoarse cry of my name. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and trembling in the aftermath.
We stayed like that for a long moment, chests heaving, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through us. Ocean’s forehead rested against mine, our breath mingling in the scant space between us. His weight was a comforting anchor. His body still joined with mine in the most intimate way possible.
Eventually, he lifted his head from where it had been buried in the crook of my neck, his ocean eyes finding mine. The tenderness, the pure adoration I saw there stole the breath from my lungs.
“That was…” I was unable to find a word to adequately describe the intensity of what we had just shared.
“Yeah. It was. It was.”
Apparently, he didn’t have words either.