Ocean (Damage Control 5)

Trying to control the kissing, petting urge, I slide my hand up his muscular arm, over the tattoo he was rubbing when he woke up.

“How are your ribs?” I ask. “Would you like more painkillers? Or an ice pack?”

He looks up, those long dark lashes sweeping across his cheekbones. “Kay.”

Just that. Just my name, but there’s a crack down the middle of his voice, and he doesn’t sound okay, at all. Despite the knot in my chest when I think he loves another, and the certainty I for one don’t love him, I lift my hand to his cheek.

“Want to go back to sleep?” I stroke the stubble on his jaw. “Or talk?”

His eyes, still dark with some remembered fear, dip to my boobs, then lift to my face. “I wanna fuck you.”

The starkness of the statement, the roughness of it echoes the raw need in his voice. In his face. In the tension of his body and his thickening cock. In my mind I call him a boy, but he’s very much a man, and the sight of his hard-on sends heat through my body.

Despite the misgivings of my mind, my body’s one hundred percent on board with having sex with him and his snake.

His hand comes up to cover mine. He slides my hand over his mouth and kisses my palm. I gasp. A jolt shoots down my core, and my nipples harden.

“You’re the hottest girl I’ve ever known,” he whispers. “I want to put my mouth on every inch of you. I want to eat you up. I wanna lick your muffins, and your pussy, and then push my dick so deep inside of you you’ll have no choice but to come all over it, calling my name.”

Oh God. I’m burning. I could call him cocky, and wouldn’t that be funny given the state of his hard cock, but a shadow of uncertainty passes over his gaze.

So I pull my hand back, passing my fingertips over his mouth, and say the first thing that comes to me mind. “I want to taste you.”

“Christ, girl.” He’s hard against my thigh and the feel of him pressed up to me turns my blood into fire. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I mean it.” And I do, I realize. I’m curious and strangely excited about taking him in my mouth.

He shifts restlessly, his hard-on burning into my skin. He swallows. “Are you sure?”

In reply, I scoot down the length of his body until I can straddle one thick thigh and take his cock in my hand.

It jumps in my hold, and Ocean groans, his body arching on the bed.

“I’m sure.” It’s something I’ve never tried before. I thought it would disgust me, but my mouth is watering at the sight of his long, hard length, the flushed head, the scent of musk.

The way his whole body tenses when I squeeze his cock, when I tug on the thick girth, the growl that rumbles in his chest.

Never thought I’d be so fascinated by a man’s crotch. With my other hand I cup his heavy balls, feel them shift in my palm. I squeeze them lightly, and that powerful, beautiful body shudders.

“Christ, Kay.” Ocean’s hands are fisted in the covers, and he’s watching me, his lashes low over eyes that glimmer like stained glass in the light filtering through the slats of the window. “If you keep this up, I’ll fucking come all over your hand.”

The image shouldn’t excite me so much, but heat spills between my legs. God. I rub my thumb up and down the underside, and somehow his hard dick gets harder, the head darker, and white precum seeps from the small slit.

The only sound in the room is his harsh breathing, mingling with mine. I’m as excited as he is, I realize, my boobs heavy and hard, my pussy wet and hot.

For him.

I bend over, taking the head of his cock in my mouth, and the heartfelt groan he gives echoes in my insides. His length is hard like steel between my lips, on my tongue. It’s salty, with a hint of sweetness. I lick the underside like candy, then take him deeper and grip the base with my hand.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, as his hips come off the bed, bucking. “Fuck, Kay. So good.”

He’s so big it’s not really possible to take him into my mouth, so I drag my lips over his width and rub my tongue underneath, and that seems good enough, because his hips buck again, and his balls tighten in my hand.

“I’m gonna come,” he says, “Fuck. No.” He pushes at my shoulders. “Kay.”

Frowning, I pull back, leaving his cock dark and glistening and bobbing, pointing at the ceiling. “Did I do something wrong?”

“What? No.” He grabs my hips, and a crooked grin spreads on his face. “It was so fucking good, but I wanna come inside you. I wanna feel you around my dick.”