Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
In which a perfect day ends in a perfect way.
I couldn’t stop smiling as Ocean and I stepped back into the presidential suite, still on a high from our amazing day together. It was after midnight by now, but we’d both taken a long nap on the drive back, so I wasn’t that tired.
As I closed the heavy door behind us, the sounds of the bustling city faded, replaced by a comfortable silence. The Melbourne skyline twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the opulent room in a warm, golden glow.
Ocean’s eyes crinkled as he watched me. “You look like you could use another drink, Cash.”
Oh, we weren’t immediately moving onto the plans he had mentioned earlier? I hid my disappointment.
“Sounds perfect.” I sank onto one of the velvet sofas.
I watched appreciatively as Ocean moved to the minibar with fluid grace, his lean surfer’s body poetry in motion. He bent to examine the wine selection, giving me an excellent view of his ass in his tight pants. My mouth went a little dry.
“Red or white?” Ocean called over his shoulder.
“Dealer’s choice.”
He selected a bottle of red and poured two generous glasses. As he walked back toward me, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. He was so goddamn beautiful.
Ocean handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine. Even that slight touch sent a shiver through me. He settled beside me on the sofa, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“To exploring,” he said, raising his glass in a toast.
I clinked my glass against his. “And to excellent company.”
Ocean leaned back, his posture open and inviting. “What was your favorite part of today?”
“The ocean. It’s constantly changing, evolving, moving. Every time I looked out the car window and every time we stopped at a scenic overlook, it was different. The waves, the light, the clouds…”
Ocean nodded, a wide smile on his lips. “That’s what keeps drawing me in. She’s alive, never the same.”
He leaned in closer with an intensity in his gaze that made my breath catch. His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. His touch was featherlight, but it sent electricity coursing through my body. My heart skipped a beat, the simple gesture so sweet and tender.
“I loved spending this day with you,” he said softly. “Seeing you fully relax and take it all in felt like a privilege.” Ocean’s fingers lingered near my temple, tracing a path down to my jawline. “It’s the way you take it all in. You don’t just look. You absorb.”
Heat crept up my neck, warming my cheeks. “I learned that from you. You’re always so open to new experiences and you enjoy it all so deeply.”
“And how did it feel to open yourself up like that?” His thumb was now gently stroking my cheek.
I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch. “Amazing. Even if it was also a little scary.”
When I opened my eyes again, Ocean’s gaze was filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. “I’m proud of you, baby boy. You’re making big steps.”
His sincerity touched something deep within me, and I felt the connection deepening between us, like roots reaching into rich soil. It was so much more than attraction, more than the thrill of a holiday fling. This was real. Solid. “Thank you.”
He gently took the glass from my trembling fingers and put it next to his on the table. When he turned his attention back to me, he leaned in. His lips found mine, and I melted into the kiss, which was soft, sweet, and unhurried.
Everything else faded while he kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, exploring, finding, claiming. With a gentle nudge from Ocean, I stretched out on my back and he rolled on top of me, his weight pinning me down in a way that made me all liquid inside.
Ocean’s kiss deepened, his tongue delving into my mouth with slow, sensual strokes that ignited sparks of desire low in my belly. He tasted of the rich red wine, spicy and intoxicating. I clutched his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt soft beneath my fingertips, and leaned into his solid warmth.
He let go of my mouth and trailed kisses down my jawline and neck as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. Every touch, every press of his mouth against my skin, sent tingles of pleasure radiating through me. I arched into him, my body seeking more contact, more of him. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
As if reading my mind, Ocean sat back, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. His tanned, toned torso was a work of art, and my hands moved to explore the planes and ridges of his abs and chest. He watched me through hooded eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I breathed. “I can’t believe you’re here with me.”
Ocean leaned down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, baby boy. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
His words sent a thrill through me, warming me from the inside out. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
Ocean’s hands were everywhere, stroking down my sides, fingers dipping beneath my waistband to caress the sensitive skin. Our kisses deepened, growing more heated. I wanted him with a desperation that scared me a little.
I slid my hands over him, tracing the planes of his back, the coiled strength in his muscles. Ocean groaned into my mouth, pressing his hips into mine. I could feel him, hard and insistent against my thigh. “I want you. I want you inside me so much.”
“Easy, baby boy,” he murmured against my lips. “We’ve got all night. Let me take my time with you.”
His words, low and rough, sent a shudder rippling through me. I wanted to let go, surrender myself completely to his touch, his desires, his command. But a part of me still resisted, clinging stubbornly to control even as arousal pulsed hot and heavy in my veins.
Ocean sensed my internal struggle. He pulled back slightly, his eyes finding mine, seeing straight into my soul. “Do you trust me, Cash?”
“Yes.” The word left me in a breathless rush, raw and honest. “More than anyone.”
His lips curved in a slow, heated smile that promised pleasure and sin. “Then let me take care of you tonight.”
Ocean’s words resonated deep within me, touching that place that yearned to let go, to be cherished and cared for. I nodded, my throat too tight for words.
He kissed me again, slow and deep, his tongue stroking into my mouth with a sensual rhythm that made my toes curl. His hands skimmed down my body, pushing my shirt off my shoulders. I shivered as the cool air hit my heated skin, my nipples pebbling in anticipation.
Ocean’s mouth left mine, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and chest. He took his time, lavishing attention on every inch of exposed skin until I was trembling beneath him, my body singing with need.
When his lips closed around one aching nipple, I arched off the sofa with a gasp. “Ocean, please…”
He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to my core. “Patience, baby boy. I’m going to take you apart piece by piece until you’re begging for me.”
His words, dark and full of promise, made me throb with desire.
His mouth found mine again as his fingers worked to undo the button of my pants. I lifted my hips, helping him slide my jeans and briefs down my legs until I was bare before him.
Ocean took his time, worshipping every inch of skin he exposed with reverent kisses and caresses. By the time I was fully naked beneath him, I was trembling with need, my cock achingly hard against my stomach.
“Look at you.” Ocean’s gaze raked over my body like a physical caress. “Spread out for me like a feast. I’m going to savor every inch of you, baby boy.”
A whimper escaped my throat at his words, my cock twitching against my belly. Ocean smiled, predatory and full of promise, as he dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses down my chest. He made good on his promise, mapping my body with his mouth and hands, finding all the secret places that made me gasp and writhe beneath him.
When Ocean’s fingers brushed lightly over my straining erection, I let out a choked moan, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more friction. He chuckled, a deep rumble that I felt all the way to my core.
“Someone’s eager…” He circled his thumb around the weeping tip.
I sucked in a ragged breath, struggling to form words. “Please, Ocean. I need…”
“Shh, baby boy,” he soothed, pressing a tender kiss to my hipbone. “Let Daddy be in charge.”
Daddy. It was the first time he’d called himself that, and it sent a jolt through me. It sounded… Jarring wasn’t the right word because that implied something negative, and that wasn’t the case. It was unfamiliar…but yes, I did like it. I liked it a lot.
Ocean awaited my reaction, studying me, and I gave him a small nod to signal this was okay, that I was okay. His smile was a reward in itself.
His hands slid down to my thighs, gently urging them apart as he settled between my legs. He nuzzled the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his stubble rasping deliciously against my flesh. My breath hitched in anticipation as his mouth moved higher, his hot breath ghosting over my aching cock.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” Ocean murmured, nuzzling the crease of my hip. “Seeing you like this, spread out just for me… I want to claim every inch of you.”
His words sent a fresh wave of desire rushing through me, pooling molten in my core. “Please,” I breathed, too far gone for coherence. “Need you.”
Ocean hummed his approval, the sound vibrating against my fevered skin. Then his lips were on me, trailing teasing kisses up the shaft of my cock, his tongue flicking out to lap at the weeping tip. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily, seeking more. But Ocean gripped my hips, holding me steady as he slowly licked a stripe up the underside of my cock.
My head fell against the sofa cushions as Ocean took me into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive crown, probing the slit, making me gasp and clutch his hair. Fuck, his mouth felt incredible, like hot silk wrapped around my cock.
“Oh god,” I whimpered.
Ocean’s mouth was pure sin, his tongue swirling and teasing as he took me deeper. His tongue pressed against the underside of my cock, finding that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. My fingers tightened in his hair, my hips straining against his hold as I fought the urge to thrust into that wet heat.
“Fuck, Ocean…” I gasped, my voice wrecked. “Your mouth…”
Ocean’s mouth moved on me, taking me deeper, his head bobbing in a steady rhythm that had me seeing stars. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, adrift on the sensations Ocean was pulling from my body. The slide of his lips, the swirl of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth. He knew just how to touch me, how to drive me wild with need. And how to push me to the brink, only to ease off and let the tension build again. It was maddening and incredible all at once.
He hummed around me and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge. As I teetered on that precipice, Ocean pulled off with an obscene pop. I let out a whine at the loss of sensation, my cock throbbing almost painfully.
“You taste so good, baby boy,” he rasped. “I could suck this pretty cock all night.”
“Ocean, please.” My fingers tightened in his hair. “I’m so close…”
He flashed me a grin, all swollen lips and darkened eyes. “Not yet, baby boy. I’m not done with you.”
Before I could protest, he dipped his head lower, the stubble on his jaw scraping deliciously against my inner thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue traced the crease where leg met groin, the pleasure edged with a hint of pain.
Ocean’s hands slid beneath my ass, tilting my hips as his mouth found my entrance. The first touch of his tongue against that sensitive ring of muscle sent a jolt through my entire body, my back arching off the sofa.
“Oh fuck.”
Ocean’s tongue circled my entrance, teasing the puckered skin before pressing inside. I cried out at the intimate invasion, my body clenching around him. He lapped at me, his tongue spearing deep, turning me to liquid heat. It was filthy and incredible, pleasure spiking through me with every thrust.
“That’s it, baby boy. Open for me.”
Under his expert ministrations, my body relaxed, allowing him deeper access. He hummed against me, the vibrations making me see stars. His tongue delved deeper, wicked and clever, finding all the secret spots inside me that made me writhe and moan. His tongue thrust in and out, fucking into me with single-minded focus.
I was lost to the sensation, reduced to gasps and moans as Ocean ate me out like a starving man at a feast. His stubble rasped deliciously against my sensitive skin, the slight burn only heightening my pleasure. My cock throbbed, leaking steadily onto my belly as Ocean worked me open with lips, tongue, and clever fingers. Somehow, somewhere, he found lube, and his fingers replaced his tongue as he prepared me for his cock.
Finally, he took mercy on me. He crawled up my body, pressing tender kisses to my heated skin as he went. When he reached my mouth, he claimed my lips in a searing kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. It was filthy and intimate, and it only stoked the flames of my desire higher.
“I love seeing you like this. Desperate and needy, completely at my mercy. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, baby boy?”
His words made me shiver, pride and arousal twining together in my chest. I loved being able to let go with him, to give myself over completely. There was a freedom in submission, a sense of rightness that I couldn’t find anywhere else.
“Please, Ocean,” I whispered, my voice raw with need. “I want you inside me.”
He kissed me again, deep and possessive. “I’ve got you, baby boy. Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”
More lube, this time on his cock. His mouth was on me again as he nudged me to spread my legs wide, and then he buried himself to the hilt with a groan, his thick length stretching me wide. I cried out at the exquisite fullness, my body clenching around him. He stilled, letting me adjust, peppering my face and neck with gentle kisses. I barely felt the burn—proof of how well he’d prepped me—but even if I had, I would’ve welcomed it.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, though I wasn’t even sure what made me so emotional. Maybe it was everything. The perfect way he filled me. The look in his eyes as he watched me. The way our bodies fit together like they were made that way. And most of all, how safe, cherished, and protected I felt in my surrender.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel his skin against mine. Ocean began to move, slow drags of his cock that set my nerve endings alight. He set a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a smooth roll of his hips.
“Ocean…” I clung to his shoulders, nails biting into his skin. “Feels so good…”
“That’s it, baby boy. You were made for me. Made to take my cock.”
His words sent a fresh surge of desire through me, stoking the fire building in my core. Being with him like this, joined in the most intimate way possible, felt more right than anything ever had. I was exactly where I was meant to be.
Ocean’s thrusts gradually increased in speed and force, his hips snapping against mine as he drove into me again and again. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin against skin, of our harsh breaths and moans of pleasure.
“Ocean, oh god…” I whimpered, my head thrashing against the cushions. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, needing more, harder, deeper.
Ocean’s thrusts grew more urgent, more demanding. He gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into me, chasing our mutual pleasure. His cock dragged over my prostate with every thrust, sending lightning bolts of ecstasy zinging up my spine.
Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, my body drawing taut as a bowstring. I was so close, teetering on the precipice of bliss. I was lost in him, in the slide of his sweat-slicked skin against mine, in the fierce possession of his body taking mine. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to live in this moment forever, suspended on the knife’s edge of bliss.
“That’s it, take it,” Ocean grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good boy.”
His filthy praise stoked the inferno raging inside me. My own cock throbbed, untouched, smearing precum on my belly with every snap of Ocean’s hips. I was so close, my release coiled tight at the base of my spine, ready to explode.
Ocean must have sensed it because he wrapped a hand around my aching length, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear.
I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. Ocean’s hips snapped against mine, driving into me with a force that shook the sofa beneath us. His hand tightened around my cock, pumping me faster.
“Come for me, baby boy,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Come on Daddy’s cock.”
His words were my undoing. My orgasm slammed into me, my vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed over me. I cried out Ocean’s name as I came, my cock pulsing between our sweat-slicked bodies.
Ocean groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him. His hips stuttered once, twice, and then he was coming too, spilling deep inside me with a guttural moan.
I held him close as we rode out the aftershocks together. He collapsed on top of me, his weight a welcome anchor. We stayed like that for long moments, chests heaving, heart rates gradually slowing.
Ocean pressed tender kisses to my face as we came down from our high, his lips brushing my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose. I felt cherished, adored, completely surrounded by his affection. My chest swelled with emotion, a lump forming in my throat. I’d never felt so safe, so cared for, so utterly content with another person.
I was so in love with this man.