Chapter Nine
COBY
Ocean was still trying to figure out how to react when I felt this burn in my belly that shifted forms and snaked between my thighs the closer I stepped to him until I pressed my body against his again. My hands trembled as they clutched his muscled arms. I didn’t know how to do this.
Seduce.
I was very much used to being chased, but Ocean seemed cool with taking things slow, and I was becoming less fucking grateful by the hour.
I wanted to be mad at him for hurting my brother, and I was definitely pissed at him for taking me from Hunter, but my pussy admittedly didn’t care about any of that shit.
It wasn’t like I couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time. I could still hate his ass for ruining the fairytale and still get a nut or two out of him.
But no.
It would just be me being delusional all over again because reducing what I felt to something as fleeting as an orgasm wouldn’t be true to my heart. And my heart wanted him.
Ocean’s gaze sharpened to a laser point focused on me when he felt my body once again pressed against him.
“I was thinking,” I said with false confidence as I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. “I-I never showed you how I like to be kissed.”
Ocean’s grip on me tightened, and then he pulled me closer. “Think carefully about what you’re saying to me, Coby.”
Thinking about Hunter and what she would do, I decided to do more than that.
“I want you to kiss me…” Grabbing his hand, my heart thundered inside my chest as Ocean let me guide him between my thighs.
Long fingers breached my tights, skating briefly over bare skin and an engorged clit before tunneling between swollen lips trapped by damp cotton.
“Here.” I stopped breathing at the same time his breath shuddered out of him. “Kiss me here.”
Ocean’s lips slammed against mine, and then we were moving backward until I cried out when my back struck the edge of the nearest bookcase.
Ocean crowded me a moment later, his lips devouring while his hands groped and demanded I yield to him.
Coming up for air, he turned me to face the bookcase, and then I felt his hard body press against my back.
Ocean was a fucking furnace, and all I wanted to do was let him melt me into a puddle.
“Where is it today?” he demanded with a growl aimed at my ear. “The ribbon, mo aingeal. Where is it?”
“M-my waist.”
I felt his weight leave me as he backed away a little and yanked at his tie until it was loose around his neck. “Show me.”
With a whimper, I raised the hem of my pleated skirt until the thick material was bunched underneath my breasts. The knot in the bow I’d tied this morning was nestled inside the dip in my spine, while the dark pink tails of the ribbon fell across the top of my butt. “D-do you like it?”
“Fuck, Coby. Why are you so fucking sexy, huh?”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before my tights were yanked down my legs.
They cleared my feet with little effort and disappeared with a careless toss across the room.
Ocean had even less patience with my panties, choosing to tear them off with a vicious yank that left an enflamed strip across my flesh.
The satin ribbon teased the bare crack of my ass, making Ocean curse under his breath.
“This ass is mine,” he said with repeated slaps across my butt. “This pussy is mine.” Lewdly, he forced his hand between my thighs and cupped me while whispering in my ear. “What else is mine, sweetheart?”
His tone sounded a little threatening, and I thought about everything I learned about Ocean in the short time since he took me.
Ocean was generous but possessive, patient and yet demanding, and dominant in a way that made me feel safe rather than suffocated.
And for it, a man like him would demand no less than my absolute surrender.
“Me,” I answered breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
Ocean’s only response was to grab the underside of my thigh and lift my leg until my right foot rested high on one of the empty shelves.
He opened me up for him and then sank to his knees with a groan.
My nails dug into the wood, and a soft moan escaped me when I felt his teeth graze the skin above where a small pink bow was tattooed on my left ass cheek.
There was a larger one on my right thigh like a garter belt, but all thoughts of tattoos fled when I felt the first hot lash of his tongue a moment later.
It became devastatingly clear within the first few moments of his head between my thighs that Ocean was no novice to eating pussy.
It took him no time at all to uncover what I liked—the right pressure and speed, when to pull back so that I wouldn’t come before he was ready.
And the sounds he made as he licked and slurped and took.
My body shuddered against the bookcase, but when I tried to move my hips and chase that feeling to the end, Ocean reached up and gripped my nape firmly as he feasted. My cheek was trapped against the shelf as I shook, cried, gasped, and moaned.
Meanwhile, Ocean was oblivious to my sweet woes as he uttered cruel and filthy things to me.
“Look at you making a mess on my face.”
“Pretty little pussy gonna purr for me.”
“Lift your leg for me, sweet girl. More, more…”
“Ocean, pleeeease,” I begged as my toes curled to the point of pain. My arm was hooked underneath my propped-up leg as I opened myself up more for him. “I want to come.”
The bastard stopped fucking with my clit long enough to say, “But I’m not done eating.”
Fuck that. I came anyway, twitching uncontrollably until I was spent and slumped against the bookshelf while Ocean laughed at me with his face pressed against my thigh. “You surprised me,” I said once I caught my breath.
“How did I do that?”
“I thought you were one of those pretty boys who think they’re too good to eat pussy.”
Ocean lifted his head and kissed my thigh. “You were testing me?”
“Not really.” I shrugged. “But it was still a nice surprise.”
Ocean stood and fixed my skirt before turning me around and kissing me. His nasty ass made sure to feed me his tongue so I could taste myself and rose onto the tips of my toes so he could get a better angle.
“Keep on, mo aingeal,” he warned. “And I’ll fuck you through the wall.”
Not quite ready for that, I backed away and bumped into the shelf, sending the one book on it tumbling over the side.
It was an embarrassing display that didn’t go unnoticed by the finest man alive.
Maybe it was the orgasm talking, but I chose not to dwell on it.
Ocean had made it more than clear he wanted me, and he didn’t seem like the type to be easily swayed.
He gallantly rescued my book from the floor and re-shelved it while I thought of something to say.
“Thanks for the books and the um…other thing.”
“When you’re ready for more, just say the word,” he whispered.
Wait… books or orgasms?
I didn’t ask out of fear that it might lead to more, and Ocean didn’t seem interested in clarifying as he took my hand and pulled me from the library.
We traveled up to the third floor and through the door that led to the rooftop terrace.
A bar took up most of the space, but there were couches and loungers around the lit fire pit and a covered area with a dining table laden with food.
And candles.
There were candles everywhere—scattered on the floor and on every surface. Music played from some hidden speakers. “Yeah, I Said It” by Rihanna set the mood, but the cherry on top was the largest bouquet of red roses I’d ever seen. I could barely wrap my arm around the bundle.
Something cracked open inside of my belly. Something warm and fluttery that took my breath away. Fortunately, Ocean excused himself only to return five minutes later looking like a million dollars while I was still disheveled.
I pouted while he pulled out a chair for me and kissed my cheek once I was seated. He then sat next to me at the head of the table. Out of habit, I glanced at the empty chair in front of me. Hunter would always sit across from me so that I could see her making faces at my choice of food.
As if he read my mind, Ocean murmured, “You’re going to have to explain this vegan food to me and why you torture yourself with it.”
Thoughts of Hunter fled as he poured white wine into a glass for me. I never really got into drinking the stuff, but for the sake of appearing more sophisticated than I was, I accepted the offering.
“It’s not torture.” I giggled. “It’s good for you. Good for your temple and your soul.”
Ocean spooned some black beans and rice onto my plate, along with some spicy jerk tofu. He then topped it with mango, pickled onions, avocado, and cilantro. “My soul?”
“Yes.” I shifted nervously in my seat because I couldn’t figure out why I found Ocean doing something as simple as filling a plate so damn sexy.
Like everything else, he was just so damn efficient at it, knowing just how much food to give me and arranging it all in a way that made my mouth water.
The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, and the veins in his forearms became a constant distraction as I tried to remember what we were discussing.
“No innocent animals had to die so that we may live.”
“What about carnivorous animals? Should they only eat plants, too?”
Used to the same arguments, I shook my head with a sigh. “They don’t have the capacity to know any better. We do.”
“Hmm,” Ocean hummed as he began making his own plate.
“You don’t have to eat vegan food just because I do.
” I gave a tasting sip of my wine. It was light and crisp and a little dry, but also fruity.
I immediately took a second, larger sip.
“I already tried that with Hunter, and she told me to go to hell.” Ocean’s unreadable gaze flicked to me, and I shrugged with a small, fond smile.
“She doesn’t pull any punches,” I told him. “Ever.”