Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
In which Ocean proves to me once again that he truly is my Daddy and I soak it all up like a sponge.
When he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion.
“I’ve wanted this so much,” he murmured, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of my head. “Wanted to take care of you, to be your safe harbor. From that first moment in Melbourne, when I saw how hard you work to stay in control, I knew.” His other hand traced patterns on my back, each touch filled with reverence. “Knew you needed someone to catch you when you fall, to hold you when it gets too much.”
I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of feeling in his voice. His lips brushed my temple, impossibly gentle.
“Thank you for trusting me with this,” he whispered against my skin. “For letting me be your Daddy. I promise I’ll never take it for granted.” His voice cracked on the last word. “Never thought I’d find someone who fits so perfectly in my arms, who needs exactly what I want to give.”
The emotion in his voice broke something loose inside me. My tears spilled over, hot against my cheeks as I buried my face in his neck. “I love you,” I whispered, the words flowing naturally, inevitably, like a river finding its way to the sea. “God, Ocean, I love you so much.”
His breath hitched, and his arms tightened around me. “I love you too, baby boy.” His voice was thick with emotion. “So fucking much.”
The words broke something loose inside me, and I was overwhelmed by the depth of emotion coursing through me. “I love you so much it scares me sometimes.”
“Don’t be scared.” Ocean pressed soft kisses to my tear-stained cheeks. “I’ve got you. Always.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“We should talk about the future,” I said after a while, voicing the thought that had been niggling at the back of my mind. “About how this works with you pursuing your surfing career and me here.”
“Surfing is not a career. It’s a hobby. A passion.”
I raised my head from where it rested against Ocean’s chest. “Don’t do that. Don’t minimize it. I’ve seen how alive you are out there, how it lights you up from the inside. That’s not a hobby or even just a passion. It’s part of who you are.”
Ocean’s arms tightened around me, and I felt him swallow hard. “You really see me, don’t you?”
“I try to.” I traced patterns on his chest through his shirt. “And that’s why I’m worried. You need to be near the ocean, near good waves. New York’s not exactly known for its surfing.”
“Cash.” Ocean’s voice held that gentle authority that made everything inside me settle. “Look at me, baby boy.”
I lifted my head, meeting those eyes that seemed to see straight into my soul. “Do you think I haven’t thought about this? Yeah, I need the ocean. But I also need you. And guess what? New York’s got beaches. Maybe not the best waves, but good enough to keep me happy. Plus, you can travel for work, right? The beauty of you being the boss is that you can work from anywhere, so we can split our time. Winter in warmer places, summer here. We’ll make it work.”
The certainty in his voice made hope bloom in my chest. “You’ve really thought about this.”
“Of course I have.” His fingers carded through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. “I’m in this for the long haul, remember? That means figuring out how to blend our lives, not hoping it’ll magically work out.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way. “I suppose I could work remotely more often.”
“See?” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “We’ll make it work, baby. Trust Daddy.”
His certainty wrapped around me like a blanket. “You make it sound so simple.”
“Because it is. When you love someone, you find a way. And I love you, Cash Sullivan.”
My heart swelled. “I love you too, Daddy.”
We sat like that for a while until he shifted.
“Am I getting too heavy for you?” I mumbled.
“Yes, but also, I know something that will help you relax, baby boy.”
He nudged me off his lap, and reluctantly, I complied. What could possibly be better than sitting on his lap?
When he led me to the couch, I was even more confused. Sure, snuggling on the couch was nice and probably more comfortable, but not all that different from sitting on his lap. Or did he have something else in mind?
But then he dragged down his sweatpants and underwear, freeing his cock, and things became a whole lot more interesting. His hand curled around my neck as he pulled me down. “Be a good little cock warmer for Daddy, baby boy, hmm?”
Hell to the fucking yes. He’d had my number from the get-go, and I didn’t even want to protest anymore.
He dropped a pillow on the floor, and I eagerly sank to my knees between his spread legs, my eyes drawn to the thick cock rising from a nest of blond curls. I licked my lips, mouth watering at the sight.
Ocean’s hand slid from my neck to cup my cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of my lower lip. “Go on, baby boy. Take what you need.”
Permission granted, I leaned in and nuzzled his length, breathing in the heady musk of his arousal. I pressed reverent, soft kisses along the hot, silken skin, worshipping every inch. Only then did I take him into my mouth, shifting until I could rest my cheek against his strong thigh as I suckled.
He was half-hard now, filling my mouth, and I savored the salty taste on my tongue. But I loved the mental aspect even more, this deep sense of calm that washed over me. This was exactly what I needed—the hot, heavy weight of him on my tongue, the way he filled my senses completely until nothing existed but him.
Ocean’s fingers carded through my hair, gentle and soothing. “That’s it, baby boy. Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.”
His voice was a deep rumble that I felt more than heard, vibrating through his body and into mine. I hummed contentedly around his length, letting my eyes drift shut as I lost myself in the calming rhythm.
Gradually, he hardened fully, stretching my lips wider. But there was no urgency, no frantic need to chase completion. This was about the journey, not the destination. About giving myself over to him completely, trusting him to guide me. I suckled lazily, savoring his taste, the way he throbbed against my tongue.
“So good for me,” he praised, his thumb rubbing circles against my temple. “My perfect boy.”
The words washed over me like a warm tide, soothing the ragged edges of my soul. Here, I didn’t have to be in control. Didn’t have to be strong or put together. With Ocean, I could just be.
“Look at you,” he whispered, awe and adoration threading through his tone. “So beautiful like this, so perfect for me. My perfect little cock warmer.”
Time lost meaning as I floated in that soft, tranquil space, the outside world fading until there was nothing but this perfect bubble of peace and connection. The solid heat of him in my mouth anchored me in the moment. The rhythmic pull of my mouth around him became as natural as breathing, as essential as the blood flowing through my veins.
It could have been minutes or hours. I had no idea. All that existed was this perfect, intimate connection between us.
Every so often, Ocean would shift, his cock slipping a little deeper, and I would swallow around him, savoring the way he throbbed in response. But mostly, we were still, content to simply exist in this moment, connected so intimately.
I was distantly aware of my own arousal, my cock straining against the confines of my sweats. But it was a muted thing, secondary to the bone-deep contentment suffusing my being. This wasn’t about my pleasure. It was about connection, about surrendering myself to Ocean’s gentle dominance.
His breathy praises washed over me, each word sinking into my skin like the sun’s warm rays. “You’re doing so well, baby boy. Taking me so perfectly. Daddy’s good boy.”
I hummed contentedly around him, the vibrations making him throb against my tongue. This was heaven, subspace, nirvana… I’d found my paradise, and it was right here, on my knees for my Daddy.
His fingers never stopped their soothing caress, alternately stroking through my hair and tracing the stretched line of my lips around him.
Eventually, Ocean’s hand on my cheek coaxed me to release him. I blinked at him with hazy eyes, feeling drunk on his taste and scent and the deep sense of peace suffusing my entire being.
“Back with me, sweetheart?” He smiled tenderly, thumb tracing my slick, swollen lips.
I could only nod and nuzzle into his palm, too blissed out for words.
Ocean patted his thigh. “Come here, baby boy. Daddy wants to hold you.”
Eagerly, I clambered onto his lap, straddling his hips and looping my arms around his neck. Ocean’s arms came around me instantly as he kissed me deeply. I melted into him, into the slick slide of his tongue against mine, the way he claimed my mouth so thoroughly, so possessively. I opened for him willingly, pliant and languid, melting into his solid warmth.
When he finally let go of my mouth, he gathered me close, strong arms wrapping around me as I curled into him, my head finding its place in the crook of his neck.
“You did so well for me, baby boy. Took me so perfectly. I’m so proud of you.”
I preened under his praise, a soft, contented sigh escaping my lips. Nothing compared to pleasing him, to being his good boy.
“I think it’s time for bed, baby boy. Let Daddy take care of you.”
“We’re not gonna…” I vaguely gestured at his cock, still hard and pressed against my ass.
“That’s not what you need right now.”
I nodded against his neck but made no move to get up. He chuckled softly. “Come on, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.”
The endearment sent warmth through my chest. With gentle hands, he helped me to my feet, steadying me when I swayed. My limbs felt loose and languid, my mind pleasantly fuzzy.
He led me to the bathroom, where he helped me brush my teeth, his presence behind me in the mirror grounding and protective.
“Strip for me,” he said softly when we reached the bedroom. There was nothing sexual in the command—just pure care and intimacy. I obeyed, letting my robe pool at my feet. Ocean’s eyes traced over me with tender possession before he pulled back the covers. “In you go, baby boy.”
I slid between the sheets, watching as he undressed and joined me. He immediately pulled me close, arranging us so my head rested on his chest.
He leaned down to kiss me, soft and sweet, before settling behind me. “Sleep now, beautiful boy. I’ve got you.”
And I believed him. For the first time in my life, I let myself be held, loved, taken care of.
Sleep crept up on me slowly, Ocean’s steady heartbeat under my ear a lullaby. The last thing I felt before drifting off was his lips pressing against my temple as he whispered, “Sweet dreams, baby boy.”