Ocean was still trying to figure out how to react when I felt this burn in my belly that shifted forms and snaked between my thighs the closer I stepped to him until I pressed my body against his again. My hands trembled as they clutched his muscled arms. I didn’t know how to do this.
Seduce.
I was very much used to being chased, but Ocean seemed cool with taking things slow, and I was becoming less fucking grateful by the hour. I wanted to be mad at him for hurting my brother, and I was definitely pissed at him for taking me from Hunter, but my pussy admittedly didn’t care about any of that shit.
It wasn’t like I couldn’t walk and chew gum at the same time. I could still hate his ass for ruining the fairytale and still get a nut or two out of him.
But no.
It would just be me being delusional all over again because reducing what I felt to something as fleeting as an orgasm wouldn’t be true to my heart. And my heart wantedhim.
Ocean’s gaze sharpened to a laser point focused on me when he felt my body once again pressed against him.
“I was thinking,” I said with false confidence as I pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. “I-I never showed you how I like to be kissed.”
Ocean’s grip on me tightened, and then he pulled me closer. “Think carefully about what you’re saying to me, Coby.”
Thinking about Hunter and what she would do, I decided to do more than that. “I want you to kiss me…” Grabbing his hand, my heart thundered inside my chest as Ocean let me guide him between my thighs. Long fingers breached my tights, skating briefly over bare skin and an engorged clit before tunneling between swollen lips trapped by damp cotton. “Here.” I stopped breathing at the same time his breath shuddered out of him. “Kiss me here.”
Ocean’s lips slammed against mine, and then we were moving backward until I cried out when my back struck the edge of the nearest bookcase. Ocean crowded me a moment later, his lips devouring while his hands groped and demanded I yield to him. Coming up for air, he turned me to face the bookcase, and then I felt his hard body press against my back. Ocean was a fucking furnace, and all I wanted to do was let him melt me into a puddle.
“Where is it today?” he demanded with a growl aimed at my ear. “The ribbon,mo aingeal. Where is it?”
“M-my waist.”
I felt his weight leave me as he backed away a little and yanked at his tie until it was loose around his neck. “Show me.”
With a whimper, I raised the hem of my pleated skirt until the thick material was bunched underneath my breasts. The knot in the bow I’d tied this morning was nestled inside the dip in my spine, while the dark pink tails of the ribbon fell across the top of my butt. “D-do you like it?”
“Fuck, Coby. Why are you so fucking sexy, huh?”
I didn’t get a chance to respond before my tights were yanked down my legs. They cleared my feet with little effort and disappeared with a careless toss across the room. Ocean had even less patience with my panties, choosing to tear them off with a vicious yank that left an enflamed strip across my flesh.The satin ribbon teased the bare crack of my ass, making Ocean curse under his breath.
“This ass is mine,” he said with repeated slaps across my butt. “This pussy is mine.” Lewdly, he forced his hand between my thighs and cupped me while whispering in my ear. “What else is mine, sweetheart?”
His tone sounded a little threatening, and I thought about everything I learned about Ocean in the short time since he took me. Ocean was generous but possessive, patient and yet demanding, and dominant in a way that made me feel safe rather than suffocated. And for it, a man like him would demand no less than my absolute surrender.
“Me,” I answered breathlessly. “I’m yours.”
Ocean’s only response was to grab the underside of my thigh and lift my leg until my right foot rested high on one of the empty shelves. He opened me up for him and then sank to his knees with a groan. My nails dug into the wood, and a soft moan escaped me when I felt his teeth graze the skin above where a small pink bow was tattooed on my left ass cheek. There was a larger one on my right thigh like a garter belt, but all thoughts of tattoos fled when I felt the first hot lash of his tongue a moment later. It became devastatingly clear within the first few moments of his head between my thighs that Ocean was no novice to eating pussy. It took him no time at all to uncover what I liked—the right pressure and speed, when to pull back so that I wouldn’t come before he was ready.
And the sounds he made as he licked and slurped and took.
My body shuddered against the bookcase, but when I tried to move my hips and chase that feeling to the end, Ocean reached up and gripped my nape firmly as he feasted. My cheek was trapped against the shelf as I shook, cried, gasped, and moaned.
Meanwhile, Ocean was oblivious to my sweet woes as he uttered cruel and filthy things to me.
“Look at you making a mess on my face.”
“Pretty little pussy gonna purr for me.”
“Lift your leg for me, sweet girl. More, more…”
“Ocean, pleeeease,” I begged as my toes curled to the point of pain. My arm was hooked underneath my propped-up leg as I opened myself up more for him. “I want to come.”
The bastard stopped fucking with my clit long enough to say, “But I’m not done eating.”
Fuck that. I came anyway, twitching uncontrollably until I was spent and slumped against the bookshelf while Ocean laughed at me with his face pressed against my thigh. “You surprised me,” I said once I caught my breath.
