On His Terms(37)

“Go on, Sorcha, suck my cock.” He stared at her hard. “Do what I say not because you agreed to all of this, but because you want my cock in your mouth like a hungry little slut.”

A gasp left her at his brutally coarse language, but even him calling her a slut for wanting his dick couldn’t turn her off. She glanced down at his large size, at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as if waiting for her to obey him. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her forward. A gush of wetness left her pussy and slipped down her thigh.

“Now, suck my cock.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. “Yes, that’s so fucking good. Now move your tongue around and stroke the underside of my dick.”

She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds. Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length. She wanted more of him in her mouth, wanted the tip to hit the back of her throat, and wanted to swallow his cum. God, she really was a slut for him. A moan left her at the salty flavor of his pre-cum. It certainly wasn’t a flavor that she thought tasted good, but coming from Rian made it an aphrodisiac. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor, grabbing the root of his shaft with her hand and stroking him in time with her mouth.

“That’s it. Suck me until I come, Sorcha.” He still had his hand in her hair and kept her head stationary as she sucked him harder and faster.

Looking up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.

“You should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my dick.” He started thrusting in time with her bobbing head, and increased his speed until the tip of his erection slammed against the back of her throat. “Christ, baby.” He was always in such control of his emotions, so hard and stoic. But for this one second she saw the human that lay behind his coldness. He started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her hair, and cursed continuously. A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat. He kept his hold on her head, and she had no option but to swallow all of his semen. He pushed her back gently.

Reaching out and wiping off a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth, he pressed the digit to the seam of her lips. “Open up and suck it clean, Sorcha.”

She opened for him, holding her gaze with his, and suctioned her lips around his finger. This low sound came from him, and then he was standing and hauling her up. He had her in his arms, and then was sitting back on the chair. Sorcha had her legs on either side of him, and the hot length of him pressed against her wet slit.

“Ready to get fucked?” he said against her neck, and then bit her hard enough that she gasped out in pain, but ground herself harder down on him.

God, how could he go again so quickly after just coming?

“Yeah, you’re so fucking ready.”

And then he did just that, fucked her hard and angrily, and let loose all of the frustration of the day.

It was incredible.

****

Two days later

Rian paced the length of the living room, his scotch glass filled with the amber colored liquor, and annoyance over tonight filling him. After getting the phone call about some potential clients backing out of a multi-million dollar deal, he had gotten yet another text from Beatrice basically bitching him out like a jealous girlfriend because she had been notified he was out with another woman. He had ignored that message, the same way he had done when he was out with Sorcha shopping. Beatrice was taking this to a whole new level of insanity. What he did was not her concern, and one of the reasons he had ended things so quickly was because of her possessive attitude toward him. He had never told her he wanted anything more than sex, and at the time she had been all about it, had even propositioned him for it. But after only a few days of seeing her on a near constant nightly basis, she started acting like they were a couple. Sleeping with her and taking her out to dinner a few times did not constitute for more than a fuck relationship.

He scrubbed a hand over his hair and breathed out. He walked over to the window and stared at the city below. The tux he wore felt constricting and suffocating, and he reached up and started to loosen his bowtie. A soft sound from behind him had Rian glancing over his shoulder and staring at Sorcha. She was wearing the black lacy dress he had chosen for her, and to say she looked gorgeous was an understatement. The dress was loose, but formed to her curves well enough that it accented them instead of hiding them. The hairdresser he had called in had put her black locks in an up-do, and the slender column of her neck drew attention to her delicate collarbones and cleavage that just hinted at her sexuality. It was a sexy gown, and she made it look so fucking good.