Page 62 of Daddy Down Under

I groaned, my hips canting upward, seeking friction. “Touch me. I need you to touch me.”

I could feel his smile against my skin. “Iamtouching you.”

He punctuated his point by running his hands up my thighs, maddeningly close to where I wanted him most but never quite reaching. I made a sound that was halfway between a whimper and a growl. “You know what I mean. Stop teasing.”

“Then be specific, baby. Tell me what you need.”

I swallowed hard, my voice coming out rough and needy. “Your mouth. I need your mouth on me.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Since you asked so nicely…”

And then he swallowed me down, taking me into the velvet heat of his mouth. My whole world narrowed to the slick heat of Ocean’s mouth around me. I cried out, my hands fisting in the sheets as he worked me with his lips and tongue, taking me deep into his throat. It was almost too much, the intense pleasure bordering on pain, but I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck, Ocean…” I choked out, my hips bucking upward of their own accord. He hummed around me, and the vibration nearly sent me over the edge right then and there.

He pulled off with an obscene pop, grinning up at me as he licked his lips. “You taste so good. I could do this all night.”

I whimpered at the thought, my cock twitching against my stomach. “I don’t think I’d survive that.”

Ocean chuckled, low and rough. “Oh, you’d survive if I asked you to, wouldn’t you? And you’d beg me for more.”

Before I could formulate a response, he swallowed me again, one hand coming up to fondle my balls as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. I saw stars, my vision whiting out at the edges as I fought not to come on the spot. My fingers tightened in his hair, torn between the urge to pull him off before I embarrassed myself and the desperate need for more.

As if sensing my struggle, Ocean doubled his efforts, taking me deeper, sucking harder. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise as he held me down, refusing to let me do anything but take what he was giving me.

And god, was he giving. He was relentless, his head bobbing, cheeks hollowed with suction. His tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, dipping into the slit to taste the precum leaking in embarrassing amounts.

The heat, the pressure, the slick slide of his tongue… It was almost too much, too intense. Ocean’s hands on my hips were the only thing keeping me grounded as he worked me over with a single-minded focus.

“Fuck, Ocean…” I gasped, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Your mouth… God…”

My heels dug into the mattress, my thighs shaking with the effort not to just fuck into his mouth. Ocean finally released me with a final lick and crawled back up my body, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue ratcheted my desire higher.

My hands roamed the expanse of his back, feeling the ripple of muscle under smooth skin. I wanted to touch every inch of him, to map his body with my hands the way he had mine with his mouth.

Ocean broke the kiss, leaving us both panting for breath. He rested his forehead against mine, his eyes burning into me with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. “I want to be inside you, want to feel you around me, hot and tight…”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a fresh wave of want crashing over me. “Yes.” I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “God, yes, please…”

Ocean groaned, his hips grinding against mine, the friction delicious but not nearly enough. He reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for the lube. When he found it, he sat back on his heels, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. “Gonna open you for me. Get you ready to take my cock.”

I whimpered at the thought, my hole clenching in anticipation. So many one-night stands over the years, and not once had I been this desperate for anyone.

When his slick finger circled my entrance, teasing the furled muscle, I nearly came off the bed.

“Relax for me, baby,” he coaxed, his voice like honey.

I took a deep breath, willing my body to relax as Ocean’s finger breached me. The stretch was intense, much more than usual. Maybe because my muscles were tight from the surfing lesson? But soon enough, the slight burn melted into pleasure as he worked me open with slow, steady strokes.

“That’s it.” His free hand stroked soothingly up my thigh. “You’re doing so good, taking my finger so well…”

I keened at the praise, my hips rocking to meet his hand. Ocean took his time, working me up to two fingers, then three, stretching me with a patience that was both maddening and tender. By the time he had three fingers buried deep inside me, I was a writhing, incoherent mess, my cock leaking steadily onto my stomach.

“Ocean, please…” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “I need… I need…”

“I know what you need, baby,” he soothed, his fingers curling and brushing that spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “I’m going to give it to you. Going to fill you up so good…”

Ocean withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and aching. But he settled between my legs, hooking my knees over his elbows and spreading me wide. The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, and I tensed instinctively, my body anticipating the stretch.

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