Someone Else's Ocean(55)

“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.”

“Would you go already? They’re definitely going to know I was fucking you, now.”

My clit pulsed at his vulgarity. “God, I love the way you say that.” Biting my lip, I roved my eyes down his sexy form and that earned me another chuckle.

He slapped my ass. “Go.”

“I’m going.”

“Koti?”

I stopped at his door just as another knock landed. “Yeah?”

“It was amazing and we will be repeating that, repeatedly.”

We shared a smile before I looked toward the front door. “This is going to suck.”

He reached out and gripped my hand.

“Everyone is a glass house, it’s up to you to decide who to give the rocks to.”

I nodded.

“Go.”

“So beautiful,” I heard him whisper before I closed his door.





“So, Ian,” my father said as he sipped his beer, “my daughter failed to mention you were staying here. What brought you to St. Thomas?”

I glanced over at Ian and saw the hesitation on his face and so I gave my parents a half-truth.

“He’s a teacher, so he’s here to spend the summer prepping for his fall schedule.”

“A teacher,” my mother said perched upon one of the barstools, her golden hair slicked back into a tidy bun, her makeup flawless even after a stint in the heat. “What do you teach?”

“He’s a professor actually, he teaches linguistics,” I said on a redundant search for approval, for no other reason than I didn’t like her tone. Ian gave me a pointed look that said he didn’t need my help and I hoped he recognized the answering apology on my face.

“No need for the third-degree, Mom. We aren’t dating. He’s just staying here because we rented out the Kemp house this week.”

Her lips tightened. “I’m not giving the third degree, I’m curious.” Tension filled the air as Ian eased into conversation quickly telling them about his career.

“A former Marine. Thank you for your service,” my father added thoughtfully before he looked at me. I kept my eyes down as my mother went on, using Ian’s career success as an excuse for an unwelcome subject about my future.

“Did Koti tell you she worked as a real estate broker in New York? She was one of the best.”