On His Terms (12 page)

He reached between their bodies
while he still had his lips pressed to hers, lined his cock with her opening,
and then shoved in deep and hard and without any mercy. She pulled away and
cried out, and the feeling of her inner muscles quaking around his length had
him pumping faster and more viciously inside of her.

“God, you’re stretching me.” She
mumbled the words, but didn’t tell him to stop.

“Yeah, I am going to stretch you
so fucking good that you’ll know exactly who was all up inside of you whenever
you walk, Sorcha.”
Rian
could be a dirty fucking
talker, but it was reserved for bouts of passion where he just couldn’t control
himself. In all honesty he had never felt this wild with another woman.

He pumped in and out, faster and
harder, and when she came undone for him right in his arms, he nearly went over
the edge with her. Waiting until her climax receded, he forced himself not to
come again, and instead pulled out of her, set her on the ground, and turned
her around so her chest was to the wall, and her sweet big ass was facing him.
He got down on his haunches and spread her ass cheeks. She resisted a little
bit, but he was being more forceful than normal, and couldn’t control himself.
He also knew that despite her hardened exterior toward him, she was vulnerable
at times, centered into herself, and just getting through each day. What he was
doing to her, displaying her to his needs, exposing every part of her, probably
made her feel uncomfortable and pushed her limits.

“If this gets to be too much for
you, and too quickly, tell me.” He didn’t know why he cared about if he was
going too fast for her. Sorcha clearly liked it, was wet and needy for him, and
hadn’t told him to stop, but
Rian
just wanted her to
know. She glanced at him over her shoulder, and he stared at her, waiting to
see what she would do.

“I’m okay,” she said almost as if
she were out of breath.

That was all he needed to hear.
Rian
pulled away and ran his finger along her slick folds.
“Do you keep your plump little pussy bare all the time?” He growled the
question at the same time he thrust one finger into her. Immediately her body
sucked him in, and he groaned, felt his cock jerk from the need to come, and
closed his eyes to control himself.

“Yes,” she said on a moan, and
lifted her ass, grinding herself further on his finger, and making him about to
come right in the damn condom. He fucked her pussy in slow and steady thrusts,
wanting to get her to the precipice of getting off again, and then he’d shove
his dick back into her welcoming body. He used his other hand to smooth over
the mound of her ass and give one cheek a squeeze. She kept thrusting her ass
back at him, and he couldn’t stop from spanking her.

Smack.

“God,
Rian
.”

“You
want to come again, Sorcha?” He was tormenting her as much as himself.

“You
sick bastard.” There was no heat behind those words, because right now she
wanted to come, that much was clear.

“Tell
me and I’ll let you get off, Sorcha.” He leaned forward, removed his finger,
and spread her ass cheeks wide. The sight of her pink pussy had his dick aching
something fierce, and so he latched his mouth onto her cunt and started
sucking, hoping that tasting her would sate him minimally.

“Stop
being an asshole and let me get off.”

He
chuckled against her flesh, and
smacked
her ass again and again, all the while sucking and licking at her pussy. He
grunted against her slippery slit, and took one hand and placed it on her lower
back to steady
himself
. She started making these
little sounds deep in her throat, ones that were of her desire and an unspoken
plea for more. He sucked her clit into his mouth, moved his tongue back and
forth over it, and started to feel her climax.

He stood when she wasn’t quite
done getting off, rubbed his cock along her slick folds, and then positioned
himself at her entrance once more. He slid his hand around to her chest,
grabbed a breast, and started tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck me,” she said, her forehead
against the wall, and her voice cracking at the end.

Rian
was too far gone to torture
either of them anymore. He turned her around and lifted her into his arms
again. She was a good girl and wrapped her legs around his waist, which had him
getting lodged inside of her sweet body. He thrust into her over and over
again, but he wanted her on his bed now. He’d had his fun with her against the
wall, but now he wanted her spread out for him like an offering. He turned and
made his way toward the bed, his dick still inside of her, and his blood
pressure increasing by the second. When he had her on the mattress he didn’t
give her any time to contemplate what his next move was. He flipped her onto
her belly, positioned her so her toes touched the floor, and her ass was in the
air, and brought his palm down on her ass cheek. Getting into position, he
grabbed the root of his cock, placed the tip at her pussy hole, and thrust into
her in a smooth, even move. She gripped the sheets between her fingers and
buried her face in the mattress.

Taking hold of her hips in his
hands,
Rian
started going in and out of her, his end
goal to come so fucking hard he couldn’t even see straight. The pleasure
started at the base of his spine, and slowly moved upward. It controlled him,
took the air from his lungs, and had this red haze covering his vision. Sweat
covered his body, and he glanced down and saw that the droplets of his
perspiration fell onto her back. He moved his hand to the length of her spine
and spread the wetness around, wanting to have a part of him on her skin. It
was almost a sick, twisted desire, but he didn’t give a fuck. Right now he was
just too gone for her to care.

“I’ve wanted this for too long,
Sorcha.” He thrust in so deep that she moved up an inch on the bed. “I’ve
wanted
you
for too fucking long.” He
slammed into her again, held onto her hips tighter, and knew there would be
bruises in the morning. But he liked that,
loved
it, in fact. It was like his personal brand of ownership on her, and that had
his orgasm rushing to the surface. Groaning out and letting his head fall back
on his neck, he came long and hard. But he didn’t want this damn condom on,
didn’t want the latex blocking the sensation of feeling her bare flesh along
his. When his orgasm ended he pulled out of her clenching body, got rid of the
condom, and collapsed on the bed beside her. The sweat started to dry on him,
and he turned his head to look at her. She had her eyes closed, but stayed on
her belly. This glossy sheen covered her from head to toe, and he reached out
and pushed a piece of damp hair away from her forehead. She slowly opened her
eyes.

“Get some sleep.”

She didn’t fight him, didn’t even
move. Instead she closed her eyes and fell asleep. He pulled the blanket over
them both, closed his eyes and let sleep take him under.
 

Chapter
Eleven

Sorcha
slowly opened her eyes, and blinked away the blurriness. It was dark outside
still, and the view from the balcony windows showed the lights of the park and
the city. She had shifted during the night and found herself on her back.
Rian
was on his stomach with his head turned away from her.
The memories of what they had done just hours before replayed in her mind like
a movie reel on fast-forward. Her body was sticky from the sweat that had
dried, and she was so sore between her thighs that the slightest movement had discomfort
filling her.
Rian
wasn’t grotesquely huge in size or
length, but he was endowed well enough that she couldn’t believe how stretched
and filled she had felt with him inside of her. For a few minutes she just lay
there, thinking about how she had gotten to this part of her life.

She
glanced at him again, watched as his back moved up and down in even intervals
from breathing, and gently moved toward the edge of the bed. She needed to use
the restroom, wash her face, and stretch her legs. Once she was off the bed she
took the throw that was over the chair and wrapped her naked body in it. She
glanced at
Rian
again, saw him in the same position,
and for a second just watched him sleep. He had
fucked
her, savagely, brutally, and without remorse. But strangely
enough she had liked every minute of it. But then he had showed her a glimpse
of the human inside of him, the one that did have a conscience. He said she
could stop it if he was going too fast, and that had meant a lot to her. Still
not enough to make her dislike him any less, but it did show her that he wasn’t
a bastard all the time.

She
used the restroom and cleaned off, and then slipped back into the room. The bed
beckoned her again, and she felt her eyes grow heavy, but she wanted this one
moment to herself. She turned toward the balcony and opened it quietly. Once
outside she shut the door behind her to block out the sounds of the city from
Rian
, and moved toward the ledge. She had meant it when she
said if she closed her eyes it felt like she was flying. Bracing one hand on
the banister and keeping the throw tightly secured at her chest, she closed her
eyes. The wind blew her hair around her face, and this chill crept under her
skin. She opened her eyes and stared at the scene before her. To see this part
of the city unobstructed and from this height was truly a sight, and one she’d
never forget. No matter how this week ended, she would be thankful she at least
got to experience something out of the ordinary, and one that had taken her
mind off of her troubles.

She
could have stayed out there all night, but she finally turned away and made her
way back to the bed. As she slipped the blanket from her body, goose-bumps
popped out along her flesh, and she shivered.

“Come
back to bed, Sorcha.”
Rian’s
deep voice was slightly
muffled, and he was in the same position as he was in when she left the room.
He turned just his head, and although it was too dark for her to see his face,
she knew he was looking at her naked body. She could feel his gaze on her as if
he had reached out and touched her himself. He shifted on the bed so his body
was facing her now, pulled the blanket back, and waited for her to slip under
the covers. A swatch of light came through the blinds just then, and she got a
glimpse of his hard-on. Instantly she became wet, felt her nipples harden, and
wondered if this was going to be her reaction every time with him, or if it was
the novelty of being with him and this situation.

She
got on the bed, faced him, and then shivered slightly when he pulled the covers
over her. And then he leaned in to kiss her, and placed his hands between her
thighs. No, this was definitely not a novelty, because she wanted him to fuck
her not because she had signed the contract, but because this was
Rian
Hartford.

****

It
was the following morning, and she blinked a few times to clear her vision. She
was pleasantly sore between her thighs, and all she could think about was the
two times she had been with him last night. She realized she was the only one
in bed. It was that empty feeling, that cold sensation of the spot next to her
that told her she was alone. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. For
a few seconds all she did was lie there, waiting for the realization of what
she had been doing with him to hit her like a brick to the face. She felt
something strange in terms of her emotions toward
Rian
after he had taken her the second time, but she couldn’t really understand what
she felt that was so different.

The
clock on the wall said it was barely six in the morning, but with
Rian
out of bed she couldn’t stay here and just wait for
him to come to her. She went into the bathroom for a quick shower. The bathroom
itself was the size of her kitchen and living room combined, and covered in
glass and stainless steel accents. There was the massive shower enclosed in
glass that could easily fit several
adults,
and three
showerheads that would surround her once she was inside. She slipped the throw
she had wrapped herself onto the ground, padded over to the shower, and turned
it on. The room slowly started to fill up with steam, and the heat from the
water started to make her skin damp. She turned and looked at her reflection in
the mirror above the sink, and let her gaze travel down her nude body.

Leaning
forward and running her hand over the glass to clear the fog, she stared at the
little fingertip-sized bruises that lined her hips. She ran her fingers over
them, remembered how they had gotten there, and felt this tingle start to
encompass her. God, she felt like a nympho. No, she wouldn’t think about this
in any other context than she was fulfilling her end of the deal, and once it
was said and done she could put this all behind her.

You’re a fool to think you can,
especially when you work for the man.

That
was true, but then again she could fake it like she had many times. She could
hide her feelings for him, let her anger and hatred for
Rian
Hartford fill her instead of be buried beneath her desire to have him.