On His Terms(18)

The sound of the elevator dinging an arrival had her pushing at his chest with her hands. He looked down at her, saw that her lips were red, swollen, and glossy from their kiss, from his kiss, and his cock jerked forward. He wanted to see another part of her looking the same, another part that was probably wet for him right now.

“That’s probably your first appointment of the day,” she said breathlessly.

Rian should have let her walk away, but instead he leaned into her again, placed his hand on her hip, and moved it down. He stared right in her eyes, watched as her pupils dilated from her lust for him, and when he stopped at the hem of her skirt he swore she stopped breathing altogether. She was wearing a dress, and Rian was glad for the fact he had easy access to any part of her he wanted. He had fucked a lot of women, and although he wasn’t proud to say that to himself, or to know that he could very well be considered a whore by most, right now wasn’t just about fucking Sorcha. It was about her giving him this of her own free will, and because she wanted it, too.

“They can wait,” he said in a low voice only she could hear. He looked into her eyes as he slipped his hand under her dress, moved it higher and higher until he reached the junction between her thighs, and then stilled. “Tell me to touch your pussy.” He didn’t waver from his determination to have Sorcha the one begging him. Again, he knew she should have signed that fucking contract first, because she could very well yell sexual harassment and assault over what he was doing to her. But fuck it all.

There was clear hesitance in her expression, and in the way she held herself so taut and unsure. Oh, he knew she was soaking between her thighs, could practically feel the heat scorch his hand. The pads of his fingers were right up against the tiny, lacy edge of her panties, and it took a lot of damn willpower not to just shove the fabric aside and thrust his fingers into her. A groan left him at that thought. He wouldn’t ask her again, but he would hold his stance, because he knew she wanted this, too. She was stubborn, and he fucking loved that about her.

“Touch me.” She said it so softly that he wasn’t even sure if she had said the words at all. But when she closed her eyes, fluttered them for a second even, he knew she was relinquishing herself in this one moment.

Rian didn’t waste another second. He pushed the material of her panties aside, that soft, delicate fabric that had his balls drawing up tight and the promise of an orgasm within his reach. When he finally touched her pussy, all slick, smooth, hot and wet flesh, he couldn’t stop himself from slamming his free hand on the wall beside her head. He leaned down to bury his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, loved that light floral scent of the perfume she wore, and ran his tongue up the length of her throat. He worked his fingers on her pussy lips, moaned at the smoothness of her flesh, and started grinding himself against her. The position was awkward given his hand in the way, but he was getting enough pressure and friction that it was doing the job.

“Tell me you like it.” Of course he didn’t need to hear her say anything, because the way she was working herself on his hand told him enough that she enjoyed it just fine. But he was an arrogant bastard, and he got this sick kind of power knowing that she was doing what he said.

“I like it,” she said breathlessly, and she let her head fall back against the wall. He worked his fingers through her folds, moved them up and down her slit, and then started rubbing her clit back and forth. The thunk that sounded as she let her head fall back against the wall had him feeling even more feverish to have her, but she started pushing at his chest again.

“Wait, Rian.”

Shit, he loved hearing her say his name, but he wanted her screaming it as he fucked her, scratched his back as he pounded his dick in and out of her, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“I want you, Sorcha,” he said against her neck. “I want my cock in your cunt. I want you in my bed, under me, and giving me everything because you can’t stand this sexual tension between us anymore.” He stroked her faster, harder, and knew she would come within a matter of seconds if he kept it up. But he slowed his actions and felt her dig her fingers into his chest. “I want you to sign that contract because you need me inside of you as much as I need to have my dick in your pussy.”

“Rian. Oh. God.” She started moving her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on his hand, and he wanted to keep going, wanted her to come all over his fingers. But he stopped, took a step back, and watched as she tried to get control of herself. Fuck, he was hard as steel, and seeing her flushed, panting, and on the verge of getting off was not helping his condition. He lifted his hand so she could see how wet his fingers were because of her, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked the digits clean, and then moved toward her again, grabbed her behind the head, and slammed his mouth on hers. He forced her to taste herself on him, and when she moaned and tried to grab him he moved back again.