Someone Else's Ocean(54)

He gave me warm eyes. “Me too.”

“You were a hot-headed ass.”

“You were a total crybaby brat,” he smarted back before he pulled me into his lap. Sometime later, I woke up cradled to his chest. He was staring at my lips in the dim light of the house, the movie flickering over his features. His eyes fluttered closed and he turned his attention back to the screen. I pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple and drifted back to sleep.





Heaven or hell, I wasn’t sure which I was dwelling in. I was leaning more toward the former. I’d spent my week on standby waiting for Ella after school to spend every moment I could with her. I applied for a few teaching positions for the fall. My life seemed to be back on track. I was feeling a little more like myself, aside from the new freedom I felt. I was running out of reasons to continue flying back to St. Thomas and I fucking hated the fact that I felt like I needed any other excuse than the one laying in my arms. The truth was we were on a slippery slope. At the same time, I still had so much hatred for Tara, I couldn’t be civil to her for any amount of time. My plans for the summer were mine to make. I was a free man. Ella was going to summer camp in Washington. I had the summer. I could give her the summer. I studied her gorgeous face in the flickering light and got fixed on her lips. She stirred awake and gave me a small smile. I turned my attention back to the screen and felt her lips on my Adam’s apple. My chest ached in that moment at the idea of leaving her.

I could give myself the summer.





I SUCKED MY BANANA POP on the love seat flipping the pages of my new book. It was an incredibly hot day, and my AC was working overtime to cool the house. Our book club had commenced a few hours prior. Ian sat back on the couch opposite of me, his feet crossed and propped on the other end. I’d been stealing glances at him every page flip since we started reading. Shirtless in his faded palm tree swim trunks, he looked completely relaxed as he turned through the pages of a mystery novel.

Slurping on the sweet deliciousness of the freshly made frozen concoction, I managed to get through a chapter before I stole my next glance. To my surprise, his eyes were hot on me.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, much.”

“You have beautiful lips.”

“Thank you.”

“Get over here and put them on my cock.”

“Whaa?” I sat up, my clit pulsing with the low rasp of his voice, my mouth watering at the idea. I couldn’t look away. The whole situation was a train wreck because the New Yorker in me wanted to castrate him, while the feminist in me wanted to tell him to go straight to hell; but even as I feigned offense, I was strangely more turned on than I had ever been in my life.

Ian wore an infuriatingly sexy smirk. “I can see you fancy the idea as well.”

He was right, and a part of me hated it. Breathless, I rubbed my lips together as he zeroed in.

He slipped his shorts down enough so his ready cock sprang free. He was so hard, pre-cum dripped from the tip. He took it in his hand and pumped a few times as I found myself gravitating toward it.

“You’re serious?”

“It’s sex and no one tops me in the bedroom, Koti, ever.” He wiped the tip of his dick with a finger and held it out for me. “Come here.”

I sank to my knees on the carpet looking up at his bedroom eyes. The man turned me on like no other.

“I’m going to need a view, Miss Vaughn.

Taking his cue, I unhooked my bikini top.

“Now, that’s a view.”

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.”