Chapter Twenty-Eight #3
Once my leggings were off, Ocean turned me around until I faced the table.
I could feel my arousal soaking my inner thighs and had no clue what he planned until I felt his hands separating the plump cheeks of my ass.
I could feel the warmth of his breath skating the lips of my pussy—and then he pushed his face between my ass and inhaled sharply through his nose.
My jaw dropped when he groaned and did it again.
Feeling my knees buckle, I reached behind me to grab the back of his head for balance.
He was scenting me.
It was so absurdly primal.
The bridge of his nose brushed my clit, and I lost all sense of who I was when I wiggled my ass on his face. “You like that?”
Ocean groaned…loudly…and inhaled again.
My wild gaze flew to the bathroom door. Steam poured out from underneath, and my best friend poured her heart out while I let her fiancée smell my pussy. Coby preferred bubble baths to showers. She only took them when she was in a hurry, which meant we didn’t have much time.
Finally, Ocean stood and roughly peeled off my shirt and sports bra until I was completely naked. I didn’t feel the cold with him at my back. I felt so small this close to him—like he could break me in two if he wanted. The unspoken threat—the danger of it—sent a deep thrill rippling through me.
“What are you doing?”
He cupped my breasts with both hands and bent his head to whisper, “I’m done waiting, Hunter.”
Heart racing, my lips parted to tell him we shouldn’t, but it felt like a lie, so I closed them. I didn’t want to wait, either. I wanted to feel him inside me.
But Ocean wasn’t mine. He was Coby’s.
This was wrong.
“Ocean—”
“Bend the fuck over.”
I whimpered. “We can’t do this to Coby.”
Ocean’s hands left my breasts, skimming my waist and belly until he reached my pussy. “Should I stop?” he whispered as he crudely cupped my cunt, his fingers sliding between my soaked lips. “You don’t feel like you want me to stop.”
“We can’t,” I weakly repeated.
“That’s not what I asked you, Hunter.”
“Please…” His hands left me, and I heard metal clinking as he opened his belt. “Ocean, please.”
One of us had to be strong, and I knew it wouldn’t be me.
“Tell me no,” he urged as he tore open his pants. They dropped to the ground with an audible thud, and then I heard a condom wrapper tear open.
I glanced behind me to watch him roll the condom down his dick. It was so long, thick, and angry-looking with those thick veins, plum hue, and broad tip. A mournful sob ripped out of me at the gorgeous sight. There was no way I could say no to feeling that monster split me in two.
Ocean knew it, too.
I felt his hand on my back as he pressed me forward, and I didn’t fight him. I submitted to his will, letting him bend me over the table, my hard nipples brushing the heavily starched cloth and adding another sensation.
I lifted onto the tips of my toes while he bent his knees. I was a little taller than Coby, but the height still wasn’t quite right since Ocean was a freaking giant.
You can still stop this, the angel on my shoulder whispered when I felt the broad head of his dick probing my entrance. It’s not too late. He’ll stop if you tell him to. Just say no.
The devil on the other side had me reaching between my legs and shoving Ocean’s hand aside to guide that big dick to my aching pussy. My lashes fluttered as soon as my warm walls parted to let him inside. There was only one problem…
“Open that pussy for me, Hunter.”
“I’m trying,” I whined. “You’re too big.”
It was Ocean’s turn to push my hand away. Taking over, he slowly forced another inch inside me, and I cried out in ecstasy before remembering why I had to be quiet. I cast another frantic look at the bathroom door. The shower was still going, and Coby was still singing.
“Don’t make this hard, Hunter,” Ocean said with a frustrated growl. He roughly gripped the back of my knee and lifted it onto the table to open me up more. “Just give in.” Shove. Grunt. “Just…give…in.”
Finally, his thick pole broke through my tight wall’s resistance, his groin clapping loudly with the heavy globes of my ass, and we both cried out in shock over how fucking good it felt.
Ocean braced his hands on the table on either side of me.
“Such a tight little pussy. Such a good fucking girl,” he praised.
“Give me a kiss.” Powerless to resist, I lifted onto my palms and tilted my head back to let him kiss me.
“You okay?” he asked me once my lips were swollen and no longer fused with his.
I could feel the burn of my pussy from being stretched, but it felt fucking right. “More than okay.”
“That’s my girl.” Ocean gave me another sensual kiss, his last tender act before his hand shifted to the deep crease where my wide hips met my narrow waist. “Hold on.”
It was all the warning I got before he withdrew, leaving only the tip inside, and slammed forward again. His thrust was so forceful the table slid forward, but he didn’t seem to care as he moaned and did it again…and again…and again.
This was no slow lovemaking or meeting of the minds. It was animalistic, unfettered, driven by instinct alone—it was pure fucking.
The wet clapping of our skin, his narrow hips bouncing off my round ass, the table scraping across the ground, the fine dishes rattling on top, my sharp cries, and his feral grunts had mixed in with the running water and Coby’s cheerful singing, creating a sinful melody that I never wanted to end.
I was lost in Ocean’s deadly vortex and didn’t want to be free.
My heavy breasts swung wildly as he pounded in and out of me, and when my eyes drifted closed, a vision of Coby suckling my nipples while our captor drove his dick inside me invaded my mind.
Startled, my eyes flew open, but it wasn’t because of the vision. Something far more terrifying had already grabbed my attention.
The shower had shut off.
And Ocean was still fucking me with no signs of stopping.
“Ocean,” I warned. “The shower. Coby.” I tried to pull away when he kept going, but I was trapped between him and the table.
There was nowhere for me to go unless he let me.
“Ocean, please.” I reached behind me, placing my hand on his hard abs, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand to the table.
“You ain’t come for me yet,” he demanded cruelly. And then he kissed me.
“She’ll catch us,” I whispered, horrified. Still, I kissed him back.
“So come.”
Tears pricked my eyes as panic rose in my chest. I didn’t want to stop, but I didn’t want to be caught either.
I had to hurry this crazy man up.
Sneaking my free hand between my legs, I found my swollen clit. I’d already been close, so it didn’t take more than a few circles of the sensitive nub before I was coming harder than I ever had.
A cry tore out of my throat, but it was cut short when Ocean slapped a hand over my mouth and sank his teeth into my shoulder, flooding the condom with a harsh grunt.
It was eerily quiet after that.
No sound came from the bathroom.
The euphoria faded, and reality quickly came crashing down. How could I do this to her?
“What did I dooo?” I wailed.
Ocean said nothing as he slid out of me. The sound was a crude wet slurp that reminded me how much I’d loved what we’d done. I heard him remove the condom with a snap, and then he pulled up his pants and boxers.
“Look at me, Vengeance.” I felt a tear roll down my face as I straightened and reluctantly faced him.
“Stop this.” He gently thumbed it away. “What we did was done with Coby’s blessing.
” Shock rippled through me as my head whipped toward the bathroom door, but he gripped my jaw firmly, keeping my wide eyes on him.
“But you will not tell her it happened.”
My brows immediately drew down. “If Coby’s okay with it, why can’t I tell her?”
“Because she wants the three of us together as much as I do, and I promised her I would deliver. I will not get her hopes up in vain if you still plan on walking away, and you will not make me a liar.”
“But it’s okay if you make me one?” I ripped my face away from his hand and pushed him away. I could hear Coby moving around in the bathroom, so I quickly redressed.
“Do you really want to tell Coby you screwed her fiancé for the hell of it? Everything I do is to protect you both. I don’t want you hurting Coby for your sake as much as hers.”
“For the last time, I’m not your concern. Coby is.”
Ire swam in sinful brown eyes. “As long as you are in my home, you belong to me, and I protect what’s mine. That includes you, whether you like it or not.”
The bathroom door opened.
I quickly put space between us when Coby stepped out, cloaked in a cloud of steam. I held my breath, certain she’d heard us. I didn’t need to see Ocean’s face to know he was, too. It didn’t matter that we had her blessing—not telling her felt like deception.
But what if Ocean was right? What if the truth hurt Coby more?
Finally, the steam parted, revealing her pretty face.
My stomach sank.
This is so fucking awkward, I thought an hour later as I lay in bed staring at the vaulted ceiling and the exposed wooden beams while Coby talked my ear off.
For some reason, I’d chosen to follow my heart.
The only problem was that my head wouldn’t stop screaming that this could never work.
It was all I could do not to bolt out the door that I kept eyeing.
I was already showered and dressed for bed in one of Ocean’s T-shirts.
I could already feel exhaustion creeping in, but I wouldn’t allow myself to sleep. Not yet.
Ocean was currently in the shower while Coby and I waited for him.
In his bed.
“Hunter.” Snapping out of my stupor, I looked over at Coby, who had slid over to lie next to me with her elbow propped up on the pillow and her head in her hand. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“Yes.”
“Hunter…I’ll understand if you don’t want to do this. We both will. I won’t be mad. Promise.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that.”
Coby frowned. “Then what’s wrong?”
I made a sound of distress. “I can’t tell you.”
Coby searched my gaze before saying, “Ocean?”
Wordlessly, I nodded. Neither of us noticed the shower had shut off until Ocean left the bathroom, and we both jumped like we’d been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. He glanced at the bed on the way to the closet, and Coby scrambled back to her side.
“Why did you move?” I whispered.
Coby looked guilty all of a sudden as she avoided my gaze and drew hearts into the sheets. The long ribbon she wore around her ankle today was blue to match her nightie. “Because Ocean said I wasn’t allowed to—not until you made up your mind.”
I frowned. “Allowed to do what?”
Her eyes rose from the bed, but she didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.
Ocean walked out of the closet just as I was about to spill our secret and expose what a hypocrite he was, but one meaningful look exchanged between us, and all I wanted to do was follow his lead.
Ocean climbed into the middle of the bed, and Coby immediately went to him while I stayed frozen where I was, content to watch him grip her ass beneath the blue nightie and kiss her senseless.
Their size difference was crazy. I couldn’t tell if she was just that small or he was just that tall.
Even with Coby on top, it was clear who was in control.
They were obviously used to sharing a bed, and so were Coby and I, but this… this was new.
“We should probably stop,” Coby teased after ending the kiss and falling to Ocean’s side. She rested her head on his chest and stared at me. “I think we’re scaring Hunter.”
“Vengeance,” Ocean called his pet name for me in a deep rumble. “Come here.”
I felt the back of my neck grow hot as I let myself slide across the bed until I was curved around Ocean’s other side with my hand resting on his abs.
I wasn’t prepared for Ocean to roll me onto my back and kiss me as deeply as he kissed Coby.
His body on top of me felt so good, I forgot to be afraid of how much I wanted it as I clutched his side and wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned, feeling Ocean’s big dick harden against my pussy, and then a moment later, the kiss ended.
“You good?” he asked, checking in with me.
I nodded when I couldn’t quite catch my breath, and then his heavy weight was gone. Ocean returned to Coby, who was watching us with a victorious smile she tried to hide, and then he dragged me against him.
“Good night, mo aingeal.”
“Good night.”
Ocean closed his eyes and settled in for the night before saying, “Good night, Vengeance.”
My eyes were already drifting closed when I mumbled, “Good night.”