by Jenika Snow
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.
21
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’d 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.
He turned fully around and tossed back the rest of his drink before setting the glass down on the table. Moving toward her, he forced himself not to get wood, because he could control himself, or at least he tried to when around her.
“Sorcha, you look stunning.” He stopped in front of her and lowered his gaze down the length of her body. When he looked back at her face he saw her cheeks were red. “I’ve embarrassed you.”
She glanced down and nodded. “Yeah, a little bit, I guess.”
“Why?” He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted her head up so she had to look at his face.
“Why do you embarrass me?” she asked softly.
He nodded.
“Because I’ve never been dolled up like this before, worn clothes that cost more than my salary, and had a man look at me the way you are looking at me.”
He stared into her light amber colored eyes, and the need to kiss her rose up like a violent monster inside of him. He leaned down and kissed her softly, letting her know that he could be a gentleman when the time called for it. For the last couple of days he had been thinking about what she had said in the car after he had taken her into the city for shopping.
But he admitted to himself that these last few days had changed something inside of him concerning her. He looked at her, felt this warmth move in his veins, and hated that he hadn’t been strong enough to keep this at a professional level, well, as professional as the contract allowed.
He hadn’t wanted any emotional attachment, and despite knowing that he was letting himself get more involved with her than what he had originally planned, Rian also couldn’t deny that he’d felt something for her before she signed this agreement.
“What was that for?” she asked softly when he pulled away from her.
“Because I wanted to kiss you, Sorcha, and because you look gorgeous.” He cupped her face in his hands. Her skin was luminescent, and the make-up she wore wasn’t gaudy or obvious, but natural and elegant. “I have something for you.” He turned away and walked over to the small table by the front door. She’d think he was insane for what he was about to give her, and for what he was starting to feel. It was like things were moving so fucking fast, but he also knew that these feelings were genuine—crazy and not what he had ever felt before—but real.
It was something he didn’t want to ignore, something he wanted to explore, but the truth was it also scared him. Rian didn’t get frightened about anything. He was the one that put fear in others.
He grabbed the small velvet box out of the drawer and faced her.
“What’s that?” She glanced down at the box and then started twisting her fingers together.
He didn’t answer, just moved toward her and opened the box. Her eyes widened as she looked at what was inside. “It’s nothing big or extravagant, but I saw it and thought it would look lovely on you.” He took the thin tennis bracelet out and set the box down. It was a delicate little platinum chain with four pearls spaced out in intervals, diamonds between those, and a small little sparrow hanging from the clasp. “Let me put this on you.” He glanced up at her with only his eyes, and when she lifted her arm, he noticed her hand shook. He placed it on her wrist, and then grabbed the matching pearl and diamond earrings out of the box. She put those on, and when she was finished he looked at her and felt this longing inside of him. He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around so she could see herself in the mirror that hung on the wall.
She placed her fingertips on the earrings and then looked down at the bracelet. “They are beautiful, but why did you get them for me?” She turned and stared up at him.
“Because I saw them and knew I wanted you to wear them. Although they are beautiful, you’re far more gorgeous.”
“Wow, great pick-up line.” She smiled, and although he had been dead serious in saying that, he also couldn’t help but feel
this easiness with her.
How fucking wild that all it took was this short time alone with her for him to realize that all along he had been fighting his attraction to more than just her body.
He liked her personality, loved that she played hardball with him, too, and he felt like she complemented him well. She was his opposite in every way, the kind of person he tended to stay away from because they clashed with his already overbearing personality.
But Sorcha made him feel something more than just the anger and annoyance of butting heads with another person. He didn’t bother telling her it wasn’t a pick-up line, because it wouldn’t have mattered. She probably wouldn’t have believed him. He stared at her face, wanting to kiss her again.
“Sir, the car is ready to take you to the party,” Theodore said from behind him.
“Thank you. We’ll be down in a moment,” Rian said but kept his focus on Sorcha.
“You’re looking at me funny,” she said with this slight tremor in her voice.
Yeah, she was feeling this connection, too, and for the first time in Rian’s life he really didn’t want his time with her to end. It seemed her smart mouth, attitude, and overall personality of not taking his shit had burst through the tough exterior of the wall he had created around his heart. He smiled, not responding to her statement, because he knew he was looking at her funny.
He had just realized that he was falling for this woman, and that was messing with his perfectly placed and ordered life.
22
Sorcha smoothed her hands down her thighs and breathed out slowly through her mouth. She didn’t know why she was so damn nervous about tonight. It was just a dinner party, nothing really “work” related, although she knew all of these types of gatherings were about networking with other wealthy people.
She glanced over at Rian, but he was preoccupied with messaging on his phone.
Was he speaking with someone from work, or his ex? He had told her his ex had contacted him, but he hadn’t gone into specifics, not that she would have wanted him to anyway. But Sorcha wanted to be prepared if a shit storm was coming her way. She had seen the tantrums some of these rich bitches threw when they didn’t get their way.
Hell, a few of them had called the office furious at Rian for one reason or another. Sorcha might hold her own, but that didn’t mean she wanted to cause a scene.
She turned back toward the passenger window and stared out at the scenery passing her by. They were moving out of the city and more into the less populated part of the area. It was strange to see the skyscrapers leaving and these massive, elegant houses flashing by the limo.
When she heard him breathe out she looked at him again. “Everything okay?”
He waved off her statement and exhaled loudly, but she still didn’t look at him again. Instead she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over the smooth, circular pearl of one of her earrings, thinking about the real man that she was starting to really care for.
“I’m sorry, Sorcha. I didn’t mean to brush you off.”
She stared at him, surprised that he had actually apologized.
“It’s just one fucking thing after another.” He smiled, but it was totally forced. “Do you accept my apology?”
She couldn’t help it. She smiled, and her heart melted right then and there when he said those words. He was being sincere, and she appreciated it. “Yeah, I do.”
He nodded, as if pleased she believed him. “You’re nervous.” He didn’t state it as a question.
“I am, but then again it’s pretty scary going to something like this.”
“It’s just a dinner party.”
“To you, maybe. To me it’s a bunch of millionaires smoking cigars and drinking thirty-year-old cognac.”
He started chuckling. “It’s rather boring to be honest. The women are in competition on who is wearing the most expensive jewelry and who has the best one of a kind dress.” He grinned. “And the men sit around pretending they aren’t in competition, too, and smoking cigars as they trade stories of the stock market and how much they’ve made so far this year.”
She was the one to start chuckling now. “Sounds really boring. You mean no one gets drunk and starts dirty dancing on the floor?”
“That sounds like a dinner party I’d much rather go to.” He smiled, and before she knew what was happening he had a hand on her thigh and was leaning in close to her face. “You know, you’re too good for me.” He was being serious, but she had to tease him.
“I know.” She grinned and saw his mouth spread into a smile, too.
He pressed his lips to hers only seconds later, speared his tongue into her mouth, and had her on fire instantly. Rian moved his mouth slowly yet thoroughly against hers at the same time he slipped her dress up her legs and moved his hand between her thighs.
“How fast do you think I can get you off, baby?” he murmured against her mouth.
“I think you’re talented enough to make quick work.” She grinned against his lips and then gasped when he pressed his hand to her pussy. The groan that came from him was deep, and she swore she felt the vibrations all the way through her.
“You did without the panties, Sorcha?” He started rubbing her flesh back and forth, swifter with each passing second, and she knew she’d come so soon that he’d keep his word. “You’re a cock-tease, baby. You knew I was going to touch you, and you purposefully left the panties off.” He was touching her faster, harder, and she grew wetter.
Letting her head fall back on the seat, she closed her eyes. “I like teasing your cock.”
He applied pressure to her clit, and she gasped out. Before she knew what was happening he had her hauled up on his lap, with her legs on either side of him and resting on the seat. He took hold of the back of her neck in his hand and yanked her forward to claim her mouth. With his other hand he moved it between their bodies, and when she heard his zipper being pulled down her heart rate increased.
He gathered her dress and pulled it above her ass, shifted so he could push his pants down to his ankles and get his cock out, and then placed her flushed down on him again. Another sound left her when he grabbed her hips and pressed her down hard, making her feel his stiff cock against her slicked folds.
“You’re wet, I’m hard, and it would be so easy to fuck you right now.”
She nodded, and kissed him, ran her tongue on his lips, and loved that the sting of pain on her hips was because he couldn’t control his hold on her. He grabbed her bare ass, squeezed her flesh, and started rocking her back and forth on him. He ran his tongue now along her lips, and a little cry left her. Rian tasted so good, so addictive.
Her clit grew engorged with the need to come. Sorcha started rocking back and forth, faster and harder, and letting the pleasure fill her.
“That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me.” His voice cracked at the end, and his erotic words had her gasping against his mouth. She moved even faster, trying to find that explosive pleasure by using him. But then he was using her, too, in this moment, and that was evident by the wetness that coated the tip of his dick.
He still had his hands on her ass, pulling her forward and pushing her back on his shaft, over and over again.
She opened her mouth on a gasp as a particularly intense contraction rippled through her body. It felt so good that the world around her dimmed in comparison.
He took that as an invitation and slid his tongue inside of her mouth, moving it against hers and mimicking what she desperately wanted him to be doing between her thighs right now. Sorcha didn’t care that there was a driver only separated from them by thin glass, and didn’t care that in probably moments they would be arriving at the party.
“I want you to come on me, Sorcha, all over me. I want to feel your body shake as you lose control.”
Oh. God. The breath left her at his words. He leaned in and resumed kissing her, slid his tongue along hers, and fucked her mouth. She felt one of his hands cup
her breast through the dress. His groan of satisfaction had her pleasure heightening, and she moved back and forth with more vigor. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes. Her orgasm washed through her, exploded inside of her body, and took everything out of her.
They were dry humping, and yet she had gotten off, like she was a teenager in the back of her boyfriend’s car. She was aware of the sounds coming from her, high-pitched mewling noises that should have embarrassed her, but ones she was helpless to stop.
When the orgasm finally left her she sagged forward. Exhaustion suddenly slammed into her, and she breathed out hard and fast. God, who would have known having an orgasm like that without actually having sex could be so pleasurable?
She had touched herself, of course, but never had she come like she had being with Rian, and certainly not while just grinding herself on him.
The car suddenly slowed, and she got off of Rian, his chuckling filling her head. Sorcha adjusted her dress, and then glanced at Rian and watched as he put his still hard dick in his pants.
She was about to tell him that she could relieve him, because surely walking around with a stiffie and blue balls was uncomfortable, but before she could say anything the back door was opened and the driver stood there with his hand out for her to take.
23
“Miss Case, Mr. Hartford,” the driver said.
With one last glance at Rian, and a wink from him, she felt the heat rise to her cheeks, but got out of the car. She was wet between her thighs from her arousal, and hated the feeling of discomfort as she moved forward. Rian got out after her, adjusted his jacket and pants, and held out his arm for her.
She slipped hers into the crook of his and glanced at the house. Well, it was more than a house. It was a mansion really, and with the lights, fancy cars, and the elegantly dressed people going inside, she felt like royalty at that moment.
