Page 31 of Daddy Down Under

His hands came to rest on my shoulders, and I couldn’t hold back a soft gasp. Ocean’s touch was electric, sending sparks skittering across my skin. He began to knead the tense muscles, and I groaned as knots I didn’t even know I had started to unravel.

“That’s it,” Ocean encouraged. “Let go for me, Cash. You’re safe here.”

I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of his hands as they worked their way down my back. He was mapping my body, learning every dip and curve. When his fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot near my hip, I shivered involuntarily.

“Sensitive there, huh?” Ocean returned to that spot, applying the right amount of pressure, and I melted into the mattress with a moan.

“God, Ocean,” I breathed. “That feels incredible.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “We’re only getting started, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good you forget your own name.”

A part of me wanted to scoff at such an outrageous claim, but a larger part—the part currently turning to putty under Ocean’s skilled hands—believed him completely. I’d never felt anything like this, had never allowed myself to be so utterly at someone else’s mercy. It was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.

As Ocean’s hands drifted lower, skimming over the curve of my ass, my mind grew quiet. For once, the constant chatter of thoughts—work concerns, schedules, responsibilities—faded. There was only this moment, only Ocean’s touch and the pleasure building low in my belly.

“You’re doing so well,” Ocean praised, and I basked in his approval like a cat in a sunbeam. “Just let go. I’ve got you.”

And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I did.

He nudged my legs, and I spread them wide. Ocean shifted behind me, his hands holding me open. My breath caught in anticipation, but nothing could have prepared me for the sensation that followed.

Ocean’s tongue, warm and wet, traced a line from my perineum to my hole. The feeling was so unexpected, so shockingly intimate, that I gasped out loud.

“Oh god,” I choked out, my fingers clenching in the sheets. “Ocean, what are you?—”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. “Shhh. Just feel, baby. Let me take care of you.”

As his tongue circled my hole, teasing and exploring, I struggled to process the onslaught of sensations. It felt incredible, yes, but it was also so much more than that. It was vulnerability and trust, surrender and acceptance.

My mind reeled, grappling with the intensity. How could this be happening? How could I, control freak extraordinaire, be allowing this beautiful man to reduce me to a quivering mess with nothing but his mouth?

Yet even as I questioned it, I pushed back against Ocean’s face, silently begging for more. The pleasure built, a tide rising within me, and I was powerless to resist its pull. I’d been aroused for a good two hours now, and my body was in desperate need of release.

His tongue probed inside me, and I let out the most embarrassingly loud moan ever. Not that I even cared at this point. Ocean dug in, the rasp of his stubble a delicious contrast to the wet warmth of his tongue as he fucked me with his mouth. He licked, lapped, lavished me with his attention, and I soaked it all up.

My eyes clenched shut, my hands fisting the sheet. I did what I could to hang on for this wild ride I’d never seen coming.

“Let me hear you,” Ocean said, his voice husky with desire. “Don’t hold back.”

I couldn’t have if I’d tried. The pleasure was too big, too intense, too overwhelming as it rolled over me in waves that grew ever higher until I was drowning in it.

“Let go, baby.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d been subconsciously waiting for his permission, but maybe I had because that simple command sent me over the edge. As the orgasm crashed over me, I let out a strangled moan, my entire body shaking as pleasure coursed through every fiber of my being.

My balls clenched, my asshole contracted around Ocean’s tongue—still buried deep inside me—and as he hummed, my cock shot out a second spurt of cum onto the towel.

“So gorgeous,” Ocean said, patting my head with one hand while his other stroked my back, my ass, my legs.

I was still catching my breath when he nudged my hip. “Turn around for me.”

I obeyed without thinking, wincing when my ass hit the cold, wet spot where I’d deposited my release. But that discomfort was rapidly forgotten as Ocean bent in to clean my cock…with his mouth. I whimpered, my spent limbs still trembling from the force of my climax, yet my body was already stirring anew. Jesus, how could I get hard again? I was too old to have such a short recovery time, yet here we were.

“Mmm, so perfect.” Ocean licked his lips, looking up at me. “You’re delicious in every way.”

He was still wearing his clothes, but his erection was obvious, straining his pants. Before I could comment, he reached for something on the nightstand.

Lube.

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