Someone Else's Ocean

by Kate Stewart

  “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.”

  “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.”

  “She did,” Ian confirmed as he took a sip of his beer.

  “She had a huge future.”

  “Mom,” I warned. She looked around the beach house she hadn’t visited in years. “It still looks the same doesn’t it, babe? Nothing’s changed. I guess our girl is safe enough here.” My father shot her daggers as he took another sip of his beer.

  “Ian, I’m sure you have things to do.” With the tension thickening to choking level, I had to give him an out. “Don’t feel obligated to hang around.”

  Ian didn’t move, his eyes challenged mine. Thoughts of what happened between us swirled around my newly aching head. I tried to read him but was disappointed when he flicked his eyes to my mother. “I have nothing pressing.”

  “How long will you be staying?” I asked my parents as casually as I could muster, and my mother took immediate offense. Before she could open her perfectly painted lips and let words through, my dad piped in.

  “Only a few days, and we’ll get a hotel tomorrow, we apologize for the intrusion.”

  “It’s not an intrusion, Dad, this is your house.”

  Uncomfortable silence followed until Ian swooped in and saved the day turning to engage him. “Koti told me you used to work with some pretty big bands.”

  Conversation flowed easily from that point as my dad spoke about his days as a sound engineer and threw in a few stories including the one of how he met my mother.

  “She hated me, it was so obvious.”

  “I didn’t hate you,” she chimed in.

  He gave Ian a wary look. “Oh, she hated me, and I’ve never had to work so hard for anything in my life.” My mother smiled, genuinely smiled at my father and a part of me sighed. Though I’d painted her the big bad wolf at times, and she was hard on me, she was a lot of other things. A loving wife being one of them. My parents clasped hands a
nd my dad winked at her. They had a healthy marriage. It had been full of everything a union should be, mostly because my dad worshipped her, and she needed that worship. They met at a time where their hectic lives were winding down and I could always see their genuine appreciation for each other. I was a bit envious. And I saw Ian notice the same. My parents had wicked fights, mostly due to my mother being hardheaded in regards to me, but my father stood his ground and when he did, she seemed to respect him more for it. He’d done it a lot, especially where I was concerned. I’d almost missed the change of conversation until I felt all eyes on me.

  “What?”

  “I was just telling Ian how you tried the piano.”

  “Yeah,” I said wrinkling my nose, “never got the hang of it. Ian plays beautifully.”

  Ian’s flattered smile was brief, but I caught it. “I’m horrible.”

  “I don’t think so.”

  My dad’s eye darted between us and Ian looked at me with a mix of curiosity and something I couldn’t put my finger on.

  My father smiled at me with pride. “This little woman has great taste in music, though. I think she got that from me.”

  “I have your flat butt, that came from you.”

  “Maybe” he laughed. “And my business sense.”

  “Not sense enough,” my mother jabbed and everyone at the table ignored her.

  She eyed me curiously and then let her gaze drift between Ian and me. Ian ignored her scrutiny and kept his beautiful grays on me, filling me with much-needed warmth. My father stepped in, offering us a reprieve from her silent interrogation. “Let’s go to bed, Blair. It’s been a long day.”

  “I’m fine,” she said as she looked at me pointedly. I was too tired for the conversation she wanted to have and to answer the questions in her eyes, questions even I didn’t have the answers for when it came to me and Ian.

  “Now, Blair.”

  My mother’s eyes said it all as she reluctantly bid us goodnight and followed him upstairs.

  Ian didn’t miss a beat before speaking up. “Jesus, you’re that uncomfortable with your own mother around?”

  “I’m tired,” I moved to stand.

  “Stop, look at me.” I turned to look up at him feeling the zing of his touch while electricity rode through my body and sent a shock wave to my core. He peered down at me. “Koti—”

  “Please, just don’t. This isn’t fixable, no matter how you see it—she’s not going to let up, ever. I’ve been down this road so many times I could drive it blindfolded. So whatever suggestions you have, just know I’ve tried it. And I have to agree with you to some degree. When it comes to her, words mean nothing.”

  Ian peered down at me as I bit my lip and shook my head. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t tell me.”

  “You have no idea what I’m thinking.” His fingers drifted up my arm slowly until they reached the strap of my cami. Eyes intent, he toyed with the material between his fingers before he gently pulled it down. His breath hit first sending goosebumps up my spine. I tilted my head back as soft lips landed and I sank into him. His teeth grazed my shoulder as his tongue darted out. I soundlessly moaned as he gripped the side of my neck with his palm and blazed a trail from the nape to just below my ear. I kept my moan internal as I gripped his hand, leaned into his mouth, and let out a word filled whimper. “Please.”

  “She doesn’t hold a candle to you.”

  I attempted to pull myself away, but he held me firmly in his grip.

  “What?! Why would you say that?”

  “She is beautiful, Koti, but you are so much more,” he whispered, continuing to explore, “so soft,” he murmured, his scent consuming me. It took all my strength to fight him.

  “You kissed me because you decided I was insecure about my mother?”

  “It’s apparent you’re insecure about your mother, and I haven’t kissed you, yet,” he assured as he palmed my face in his hands.

  “Look, I don’t need your reassurances.” I pulled away from his hold and faced him head on.

  “Fine, my mistake,” he whispered heatedly. “But I’m going to tell you how beautiful I think you are and what you do to me.” He inched forward, his breath hitting my neck as he spoke low. “Before you let me, and even though I was angry, I thought about touching you every day for a month. You were a dream.” He pressed his lips against my neck and I let out a soft moan. “The most perfect dream,” he whispered. “I thought about the feel of your lips, my tongue in your mouth, my cock stretching you, the look in your eyes as I invaded you. I thought about sucking your tits while I buried myself deep enough, so you would never forget I was inside you. I thought about your ass and how red it could get under my palm. At night as I lay in bed, I thought about nothing but you. I’m so fucking hard for you right now it physically hurts, and I just had you hours ago.”

  Without an ounce of fight, he tugged me toward him by pulling my arms around his neck. I licked my lips as his arousal brushed my stomach. Mouth parted, my panties soaked, I threaded my fingers in his hair. Leaning in, he pushed the hair away from my ear as he whispered the rest of his seduction. “And even though I’ve had you, I’ve touched your skin, and buried myself so far inside you that you won’t forget, you’re still a dream for me, so beautiful it hurts.”

  We shared a breath and I could feel the frustration and need rolling off him.

  He pulled back, demanding my eyes before our mouths met, his tongue diving deep as he fully tasted me. Between his confession and his perfect kiss, I was at his complete mercy. He thrust his tongue deep and I felt his every word match his desire. Returning it with the same fervor, he pulled away when I began to get aggressive. “I want you so much right now.”

  “So, take me to bed.”

  He shook his head. “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  “Like you care.”

  “It’s my respect for your father and nothing more.”

  “Okay.”

  He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll make myself scarce.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “Koti,” his face twisted in regret. “I want to. I have to.”

  “Oh,” I said, feeling my heart sink a little at his admission. But there were unspoken rules and he was holding us both to them. This was a family matter and highly personal. He wasn’t mine to claim, he didn’t want to be involved and he was making it known.

  “I can’t do this with you.” That admission left a crack in my chest.

  “I know.”

  “Damnit.” He ripped his arms away and instantly I felt cold. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

  “I understa…” but before the words left my lips, he was through the door to his room and I felt the finality as he softly shut it behind him.

  Could Ian and I be more?

  I had my answer.

  “WHAT’S WRONG?”

  Jasmine peered down at me as I entered the office mid-afternoon the next day. I explained I would be late due to the unexpected visit from my parents.

  “I told you, my mother is here, need I say more?”

  “She can’t be that bad.”

  I shrugged. “She’s not unless she decides to bring up my future, and she always does. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to miss work to have breakfast with her, it was a massacre. My dad had to practically peel her off me so I could get to my Jeep.”

  “She needs a hobby,” Jasmine frowned. “You aren’t a project.”

  “Tell that to her,” I said as I sat defeated in my chair. Ian was gone when I woke up, no doubt on another run. I spent most of the night tossing and turning and hadn’t slept a single minute. I still felt his lips regardless of his words, but that was the scary part. No matter how transparent he was about our situation I’d ignored it and only saw him. And oh, how I wanted him in every way.

  “If it’s okay, I’m going to knock off early to deal with the inevitable fall out, so they can leave.”

  “Of course, you can take the day. I to
ld you that on the phone.”

  “I had to get out of there for a little while. I need to prepare.”

  Her eyes rolled over me in concern. “You think it will be that bad?”

  “I do, but I’m tired of running away from the conversation. It’s time.”

  “Well, call me if you need me. I’ll drop everything.” She gave me a quick hug before the phone rang. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her what happened with Ian. To wait around and see what she had to say on the matter, but inside I knew the truth. He’d laid it out for me and I knew it. I’d be asking Jasmine to give me hope, which would be pointless. He would never be mine to love.

  On the porch with my parents later that day, my mother sat expectantly. “So, you won’t come back and you’re determined to stay here? Why?”

  Ian had made himself scarce as promised and I couldn’t help my wandering eyes as I searched the beach every so often for a sign of him. The renters had left that morning and I was sure he’d resumed residence at his house.

  “I’m happy here.”

  “You’re wasting your life,” she argued, “your potential.”

  “I’m saving my fucking life,” I snapped before my father shot me a warning look.

  “Easy, Koti.”

  I swallowed the knot in my throat. “I’m happy here. Why can’t that mean anything?”

  She glanced at my dad for backup and got none. I could already see the war brewing that she would wage on him later.

  “It does mean something. It means a lot that you’ve finally pulled yourself together and now you can come back swinging.”

  “This isn’t a resurrection, Mother. I’m not coming back for another round, I’ve accepted defeat as far as that goes and I wish you would too. I can’t hack it out there, not in that world and not in that atmosphere. I have limitations, and I’m learning to deal with them.”

  “I can’t believe you’re hiding behind that excuse,” she said incredulously. “We all have our stresses.”