Page 10 of Ocean's Lost Octopus
I did. “In the bedside table.” Leaving him there looking so delectable, I fetched it and returned to pop the cap and squeeze some of the thick, slick stuff into my palms. I took my time preparing him for me, first, slicking up my cock then going to work on his hole. So tight, two fingers were a squeeze, butloosening a little at a time as I scissored my fingers then added a third. “I think you’re ready.”
“More than ready.” Ocean pulled his legs wider, knees higher. “Please. I need you.”
I knelt on the edge of the bed and rubbed the head of my cock against his prepared hole. It was still going to be a tight fit, but I’d go slow, take my time, make it good for both of us. I wanted to make everything good for him.
He needed someone like me to help him take the pressure off in this and other ways. And it would not be a chore. Would he be naughty or sweet? At the thought, I drove inside, an inch then two. Then pulled back and thrust deeper. Deeper every time until he’d stretched enough to take all of me. Stopping, I watched his face for signs that I was hurting him, causing him any kind of distress, but his half-closed eyes held only intensity. Matching his hardening cock.
“You are getting ready to go again,” I murmured, driving in again. “Maybe we should take care of you.”
“Do. Not. Stop,” he growled. “I’ve got this.”
Big Ocean didn’t mind taking charge in the bedroom. It was hot. He jerked himself off while I fucked his asshole, plunging in again and again until I could no longer hold back and roared out my pleasure, filling him with my cum. Then I froze, watching his fountain of thick, salty sweetness pour over his fist to puddle on his groin. Everything about this man was hotter than hot.
Braced on my hands over him, I watched his face again, the tightness of climax easing into the golden afterglow I wanted to see every night for the rest of my life. Then I dropped to lie next to him, while my heart hammered in my ears and both our chests heaved. I reached for his hand and brought it to my lips then let it rest on my chest.
“We’re going to need to shower,” I said, finally. “We’re a mess.”
“A happy mess,” he murmured. “And I might never be able to stand up again.”
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, alarmed. “You were very tight. But it felt so good.” I would never forgive myself if I caused him harm.
“No, but I can’t remember the last time I’ve come twice in a row. I think I spilled out all my bodily fluids.”
“You need a drink. Hang on.”
Without waiting for an answer, I stood up and marched to the kitchen for a few bottles of cold water. Returning, I found him sitting propped against the headboard.
“I might be a little thirsty,” he admitted when I’d unscrewed a cap and handed him a bottle. “Oh, that’s so good.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and my gaze fixed on his throat. “Hey, aren’t you going to drink some?”
“I only came once, so I still have some bodily fluids,” I joked. “But, yes.”
Joining him, I drank one bottle and got him to drink part of a second. “Can’t have you fainting from dehydration,” I said. “I have more plans for you later.”
“A shower?”
“For a start.”
Chapter Nine
Ocean
Was I the type of man who fell into bed on a first date? Not usually, but with Duncan last night, I couldn’t see myself doing anything else. There was just something about him. Was it too soon? Possibly. Did I care at the time? Not even close.
I still wasn’t ready to leave him after we both came, which was ideal, to skip out when one jumped into bed too soon. Only it didn’t feel too soon with Duncan. It felt just right.
Instead of saying good night and thanking him for an amazing date, I prolonged it and spent the night nestled in his arms, exactly where I wanted to be. When I woke up in the morning, still wrapped in those same strong arms, having had the best sleep I’d had in months, I didn’t want to leave the warmth of his embrace. And so I didn’t.
Trying to will myself back to sleep and failing miserably, I knew I needed to get up, at least for a few minutes. As I started to move, his arm tightened around me. He wanted me to stay there with him, and that physical sign that he didn’t feel regrets over last night was exactly what I needed.
“I’ll be back, Duncan.” I picked up his hand, kissed the back, laid it to the side, and hurried into the bathroom. True to my word, I was right back, climbing into bed, resting my head on his chest, throwing my arm over his middle, and snuggling in close.
“Is this okay?”
He kissed the top of my head. “This is perfect. Do you have any place to be this morning?”
I rubbed my cheek against his chest. “Right here with you.” I closed my eyes, and this time, I did fall asleep.
The next time I woke up, I was in bed alone, and I could hear the shower running in the distance. I wanted to get up,head in there, and join him. But as intimate as we had been last night, and as forward as I’d been since we met, that seemed like a step a little too far—not without him offering, or at least accepting my offer. Instead, I grabbed his pillow and hugged it to me, breathing in his scent and staying in that sweet spot between being asleep and awake, recounting the events of the night before, from dinner to coming here to falling asleep in his arms.
