Someone Else's Ocean

I was dripping. My eyes half closed with arousal as I sucked his finger eagerly before I moved to brace myself above him, one hand on the couch the other gripping his thick dick.

I was just about to wrap my lips around him when he spoke. “Do a good job, and I’ll make sure you benefit.”

“Jesus, Ian.”

He gripped my hair in his fist and leaned down on a whisper. “Suck it.”

God, why was I so turned on? I wrapped my lips around him down to the base as his fingers threaded through my hair. Pulling away with a pop, I grazed his tip with my teeth before I swallowed and took him in again.

“Perfect,” he gritted out, gently guiding my head down. He never pushed, but lifted his hips, fucking my mouth as I pumped and sucked.

“Jesus, those lips, give them to me,” he demanded, pulling me up by my hair, my scalp screaming as he smashed his mouth to mine. Our tongues gave and took as I straddled him on the couch rubbing my covered seam along his dick and moaning into his mouth. He ripped himself away and stared down at me as we both panted. “You aren’t done, I just need to feel you right now,”

“Ian,” I breathed as his eyes trailed over my chest and further down before they flit to mine.

“Get rid of those fucking bottoms.” He yanked at the strings on the sides of my bikini until I was bared.

“How wonderfully convenient, these strings of yours, now bring that beautiful pussy to my mouth and ride my face.”

“You’re filthy.”

“It’s only going to get worse after I taste your beautiful ass,” he promised as he lifted me up to feast, diving in like a madman. I stared down at him with my mouth open as he cradled my ass with his hands and pressed into me. Flicking his tongue expertly, he ate me until I was writhing in his hold. My arms began to shake with my weight as I got closer to the brink. Fiery gray eyes flit to mine after a leisurely lick. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

“Ian,” I rasped out, as he dove in, sliding his nose against my clit and thrusting his tongue inside. Breaths coming fast, I ground into his face and was rewarded with another groan. He pulled my clit between his lips and sucked hard until I began spasming uncontrollably in his hands. Licking me mercilessly, he refused to let up until I had soaked his chin. He pulled away and wiped it as he lowered me to sit on his bare stomach.

His illicit whispers lit my skin on fire. “I’ll be at your mercy anywhere but in the bedroom.”

He thrust two fingers up into me and I rode his hand, tilting my head back as he captured my nipple in his mouth.

“You are so damned beautiful,” he murmured, before trailing his tongue from one side of my neck, across my chest to the other. I began to quicken as he sped up his fingers and without warning replaced them with his waiting dick and thrust into me. I shuddered on his cock as he cursed, bit his lip and closed his eyes. I bucked and slid my clit against the thick ridge of him as his eyes opened and lit the rest of me into an inferno.

We were nothing but movement then, lips and teeth gnashing as I jerked my hips down greedy for more.

“So tight,” he murmured before pushing up so my knees lifted off the couch and I was impaled. I fell forward while he held me in the air, rubbing me back and forth, so all I could do was hold on.

“Come for me.”

And I did, I imploded as he bit down on my nipple and reddened my ass with his palm. I’d never been touched like that and never felt so out of control. I cried into his chest as my orgasm lasted a small eternity and then rode him hard and fast until I saw him start to crumble. Mouth parted, he groaned, his hands palming my ass, his body glistening. I jerked my hips again as he let out a “Fuck, Fuck,” before he collapsed back into the couch. Eyes closed, a slight smile played on his lips before he opened them and met my gaze. Wordless, we both sank into our connection. Moving to kiss him, I slid down his body and settled my lips on his.

Happy and relaxed, we settled into a warmth-filled silence until I heard a voice sound on the side of my house.

“Don’t drag my suitcase through the sand, it’s expensive!”

I shot off the couch like I was still on fire. “Ian, that’s my mother.”

He stood as if he didn’t have a care in the world and casually pulled on his shorts. He had his second arm in his T-shirt hole as he walked down the hall toward his room when a knock finally sounded at the front door. I thanked God we’d shut it in an attempt to keep the cool air in.

“Jesus, it’s hot out here. Knock again,” my mother said as I managed to get my bikini tied.

Looking toward the direction Ian fled, I ignored the front door and ran down the hall. Opening his door, Ian looked at me puzzled as I raced up to him and kissed him, hard. He chuckled into my mouth.

“Like that, did you?”

“As soon as they leave, we’re doing that again.”

“Okay, puffer fish.”

“Don’t call me by my pet name after that kind of sex, it’s weird.”