On His Terms (19 page)

“Tell
me again, Sorcha. Give me this one moment to surrender because
you
want it and not because you signed a
contract.” His upper body was pressed to hers, and the feel of his hardness
against her softness was alluring and tantalizing. “Tell me, baby.” His voice
was low and strained, as if he were having just as hard a time as she was
controlling her emotions.

She
took a deep, steadying breath before she spoke. “I want you,
Rian
.” The smile he gave her was pure male satisfaction.
Sorcha couldn’t help but give him this. It wasn’t because he had asked, or
because he had said the things he had. It was because she wanted him to know.
Sorcha didn’t know what would happen between
them, that
after the week things might go back the way they had been. She wanted to
believe that this wasn’t just an “in the moment situation feeling” he had.

He
slowly pulled the blankets away from her, stood to remove his pants, and then
slipped under the covers so that his heat immediately enveloped her. He leaned
over her, caressing the bare skin of her arm while he moved his gaze over her
face.
Rian’s
look became even more heated, and then
he kissed her again. She moaned when he placed his weight fully on her. He held
the side of her face and stroked his thumb along her cheek.

She
brought her arms up and rested her hands on his bulging shoulders, the sinew
hard under her fingers. He moved his other hand over her hip and down her
thigh, softly squeezing her flesh. Her body, her skin, and her very cells were
alive with pleasure and caring about him.

He
moved his hand inward, so close to her pussy that she was nearly shaking with
anticipation. She desperately wanted him touching her, teasing and tantalizing
her and having her forget why she shouldn’t let her emotions get in the way.
Having
Rian
in full alpha possessive mode was what
she needed, but right now he was being soft, easy, and gentle. He moved his
fingers over her pussy, and unfortunately she couldn’t feel the full force of
his touch because of her cotton shorts. She wanted skin to skin, wanted to feel
his hardness pressing against her, in her, and consuming her.

In
the next second, he pulled away. Her body cooled slightly, but the fire still
simmered deep inside of her.

“Take
off the shorts, Sorcha.”

His
voice caused a fresh stream of wetness to coat her pussy lips.

“Do
it, Sorcha. Do it now.” He wasn’t being demanding but dominating, which was a
big difference.
  

She
opened her mouth on a silent groan, his dominance igniting something inside of
her and making her burn even hotter. She swallowed as she hooked her fingers
under the elastic of her shorts and slowly pulled them down and kicked them
off.

“I
want the panties gone, too.” He stood by the edge of the bed, his erection
tenting his pants. He had to want to touch himself. Shit, she wanted to touch
herself, and then touch him.

When
the shorts were off, she slid her plain panties down.

“Now the shirt.”

Breathing
in deeply, she sat up further, removed the tank, and tossed that to the ground,
too. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples instantly became hard from the
chill of the air. Then she lay back down, stared right at
Rian
,
and waited for him to make the next move.

“Spread
for me, Sorcha.” His voice was husky, still dominating, but had this edge of
unrestrained aggression laced with it.

She
felt so out of control, so helpless against her feelings toward him, and it
scared the shit out of her. This wasn’t right, wasn’t how she should be feeling
toward him. Spreading her thighs like he said, she felt her labia spread under
his gaze. How much of her could he see in the shadows?

“You
want me, and I want you. Am I wrong about that?”

She
nodded. “I want you.”

“Good,
that’s real good, baby.” She closed her eyes and breathed in. She didn’t know
how to accept all of this, how to handle everything. Right now this was
real
.

“Look
at me.” His voice was steely and hard.

She
opened her eyes but didn’t respond. His smile was slow and sexual when his gaze
dropped to her pussy again.

“Wider.
Spread your legs wider.”

She
started to hyperventilate as her arousal continued to pump through her veins.
He wasn’t even touching her, and yet his expression alone had her on the verge
of orgasm. Her nipples became swollen, erect, and ready for his mouth. He was
still gazing at her pussy, and then finally reached down pushed his pants off,
and then gripped his shaft.

“Put
your hands above your head,” he said low and deep.

God,
she loved the way he spoke—loved the feeling of helplessness and surrender. No
matter what she thought or how her brain raged against her body, she knew that
she would take whatever he offered.

Chapter
Fifteen

Rian
was between her legs seconds
later. “I want to make love to you, go slow and easy and show you that you mean
more to me than the woman that signed herself away for a week.” He moved his
hands to rest on her inner thighs and spread them as wide as they would go.
When he used his thumbs to gently pull her pussy lips apart until they were stretched
wide, she gasped out. And then
Rian
was moving lower,
and the feeling of his hot breath on her sensitive pussy lips sent shockwaves
of desire through her.

“This
is real, Sorcha. Right here and now, all of this is me wanting you because I
want
you
.” He kissed her inner
thighs, ran his tongue over her skin, and she clenched her hands in the sheets.
“You’re so hot and wet for me. Tell me you want my mouth on your sweet little
pussy.”

She
knew she wanted to tell him those exact words but was unable to speak.

“Tell
me, Sorcha. Tell me how you want my tongue sliding along your pretty cunt, and
then me sucking your hard little clit into my mouth.”

His
erotic words were like a scorching poker to her clit. She made a small noise,
his hot breath wafting over her vagina and causing lust to slam into her hard
and demanding.
“Yes,
Rian
.”
She arched her neck when he ran his tongue on her slit. “Please.”

“Please
what, baby?”

“Please
be with me.” Every muscle in her body was strung tight, ready to explode. She
gasped at the feel of his tongue running circles along her pussy hole, slowly
dipping inside of her, and of him rubbing his finger back and forth on her
clit. He opened his mouth wide and licked and sucked on her, and then moved his
mouth to her clit. He sucked on her, and hummed around her until she was
arching her back and moaning softly. She went to run her hands over his
shoulders, but he groaned deeply, stopping her.

She
looked at him, blinking a few times as the pleasure continued to thrum through
her. His head was back slightly, and the dominance was clear on his face. He
stuck his tongue out and moved it in small circles around her clit, all the
while keeping his gaze on her. He moved his tongue around her clit, moving
lower until he was once against thrusting the muscle lightly into her hole and
bringing her closer to an orgasm.

 
“You taste so good, baby.” His lips glistened
with her arousal, and instead of finishing eating her out he moved up the
length of her body and kissed her. He forced his tongue in her mouth, making
her taste herself. She moaned when he began a slow grind against her. He didn’t
wear a condom, and the hot, stiff length of him pressed right between her slit.
She found herself thrusting her hips up to meet his. Their rhythm was in sync,
and as the seconds ticked by, their kiss deepened and the grinding pressure
increased. He broke the kiss, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and
started pumping his dick against her harder and faster.

“You
don’t know how hard I’m refraining from shoving my dick right into you, but I
want to do this
slow
, Sorcha.”

She
turned her head toward him. His expression was strained, his bone structure
seeming more pronounced when he slowed the onslaught of his cock against her
wet pussy. She wanted him so bad that she could taste it, could feel it with
everything that she was.

“Just
be with me. Let’s forget about everything else except right now,
Rian
.” The things she had done and said tonight surprised
her.

He
groaned and buried his head in her hair again.

“We’ll
start out slow, Sorcha, because that’s what I want, too.” His skin was so hot
that she felt as if she were the one burning alive. The hair on his legs rubbed
against her smooth ones, tormenting her and driving her crazy with hunger. He
was so hard and muscular, his body like a rock, so powerful and dangerous.

She
gasped as his shaft rubbed up and down on her cleft, his movements easy, but
clearly getting more frantic with each passing second. He was fueling the fire
inside of her, teasing her to the very brink without even penetrating her yet.
He had his lips on her neck, licking and nipping at her flesh all the while
continuing to pump against her. She was saturated, so wet that she could feel
her juices leaking out and coating her entrance, lubricating her pussy hole so
that
Rian
would have no trouble sliding in. Sorcha
wanted him inside of her so badly that she started lifting her hips slightly,
pushing against him. Identical groans left both of them.

“Please,
Rian
.”

“Please
what, baby? Tell me what you want.” His voice was a husky whisper moving over
her throat.

“I
want you—
need
you to be inside of
me.”

He
let out a muffled sound of pleasure, and reached between them to take hold of
his cock and place the tip at her entrance. The bulbous head prodded at her
hole, wanting entrance. She was more than willing to accept him. The fire
burned brightly inside of her, and she ran her tongue along his jawline. His
skin tasted spicy yet sweet, salty and bold. It was a heady flavor on her
tongue. Her nipples were hard and extended, rubbing along his chest, and
growing even more erect from the friction and her lust.

He
started rubbing himself back and forth on her cleft for a few seconds, and
right when she was on the verge of complaining he thrust the head inside of
her.
Rian
leaned back enough to look down at her
face, and then kissed her soundly. Sorcha was done with teasing. She lifted her
hips and arched her back, and as if reading her mind he thrust the rest of his
inches into her. They groaned out identically when his hips met hers, and then
he stilled. She panted against his neck, felt him run his tongue along her
pulse point, and removed her hands from above her head. Sorcha had kept them
there this whole time, but right now she wanted to touch him.

He
pressed his thumb against her clit and continued pumping into her. She was
going to come, and it was going to be soon. Digging her nails into his arms,
she closed her eyes and bit her lip. She thrashed her head back and forth, and
her whole body tensed, readying itself for the impending orgasm.

“Open
your eyes and look at me when I get you off.”

That
was all it took, his deep and commanding voice telling her to come, and her
muscles started to contract as pleasure filled her. She forced herself to open
her eyes and stare at him. The pleasure washed through her, stealing her very
breath, and burning her up alive with white-hot pleasure.

“You
are so fucking beautiful when you come.”

She
was still in the throes of her orgasm when he praised her, the words prolonging
her pleasure as she threw her head back, and rode it out. She held her breath,
the pleasure-filled tremors never ending in their onslaught as another climax
peaked inside of her, and then exploded like a tiny thousand little pieces of
glass.

“Seeing
you like this, so fucking unhinged because of me, makes me want to fill you
with
my cum
.” His voice was
strangled,
the veins in his neck pronounced as he gritted his teeth and spoke the words.

Maybe
she should have cared that they weren’t using protection, and that the risk was
great, but she couldn’t think straight right now. She was clean and on the
pill, and
Rian
was a responsible man. That was one
thing she knew without a doubt since working for him.

Need
coursed through her, her mind fighting a battle with everything else.

“You’re
so fucking tight and wet for me.” It was like he was forcing the words out.
Both of his hands were on either side of her head as he slammed into her, and
retreated.

In and out.
Hard and then
slow.
He did the same motions over and over again. His sweat dripped
from his hairline and chest and landed on her breasts, and the feeling of that
wetness was like acid on her body. It felt good, mind-exploding, and she wanted
more. God she wanted more. The full, heavy weight of his balls slapped against
her ass repeatedly.
When he started to slow his thrusting she
feared he was stopping right on the precipice of her coming again, but it was
clear he wasn’t about to end this.
He grabbed her calf and lifted it
over his shoulder, and then leaned back slightly. His focus was on where their
bodies joined, and the light from outside came through to show the sheen of
sweat covering his chest.