Page 10 of Sold to the Titan

“Yes, love.” His voice is low and smooth, with that hint of something wicked. “I’ll have it no other way.”

My cheeks heat up all over again, but I hold his gaze and strike a pose, then I walk to the other end of the room, turn around, and continue to walk toward him. All the while, his eyes are on me, feasting shamelessly, and when I finally stop in front of him, he nods and claps.

“It’s like watching Fiona on stage again…but you’ve also got your own style,” he says, his mouth curling up in an appreciative smile. “I can picture you on the big stage someday.”

“Maybe,” I murmur, looking away. After being auctioned off on that stage last night, I’m not sure how I feel about trying modeling again.

Cillian reaches out, tugging me gently onto his lap. His eyes are soft, apologetic, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “You have everything it takes, Aria. It’s only a matter of time.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, drowning in the endless pool of his eyes. Suddenly, I feel something hard pressing against my thigh. I shift slightly, thinking it’s his belt buckle at first, but then he letsout a tight hiss. I look at his face, taking in the deep hunger in his eyes tinged with a hint of amusement, and it slowly dawns on me…

“It’s…you’re…” I let my words trail off, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

Cillian chuckles softly. “That’s what you do to me, love.” He runs his hand runs up my thigh, and the look in his eyes tells me he wants nothing more than to pull me closer, but then he glances at the clock and sighs. “I have to leave for a meeting in five minutes.”

I hesitate, then look up at him with a small, shy smile. “Maybe…there’s something we can do in that time?”

His eyes darken with intrigue. He raises an eyebrow. “Is there?”

I nod, clearing my throat awkwardly. “I…I could…make you feel good.”

“Make me feel good how?” he asks with a smirk that suggests he knows exactly what I’m talking about.

He likes to tease me.The thought is thrilling.

Instead of answering, I drop to my knees in front of him, then push his legs apart and position myself between them. I lower his zipper and reach in to pull him out, my heart thrumming violently in my chest.

“Like this…” I murmur, looking up at him, his length cradled in my palm. “I could touch you, and taste you…just like last night.”

Cillian is watching my face, his expression unreadable. “You really liked that, huh?”

“Yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but…I did.” I didn’t exactly like our audience, but I’ve thought a lot about the feeling of him coming undone in my mouth, and the thrill of knowing I can make him lose control. I find myself wanting to do it again, and again.

Cillian’s expression softens with something unreadable. “I’m all yours, love.”

Keeping my eyes locked on his, I carefully lower my mouth, swallowing just his tip. My lips burn, stretching around his length. Drops of pre-cum pool on the cap of his cock, trickling over my tongue. I like the taste of him—it’s addictive.

I lick my way down from the head, evoking a deep moan from him, and then I make my way back up, taking his tip in my mouth again, going deeper this time. Cillian lets out another moan, weaving his hand through my hair. I kiss my way down to his root again, sucking one of his balls into my mouth.

“Oh, Aria,” he moans, his hand tightening in my hair.

Oh, he likes that…

I take the other ball into my mouth, sucking it with as much devotion as the first, rolling it around with my tongue before licking a line back up his pulsing length. By the time I reach the slit on the head of his cock, another pool of pre-cum has gathered and is starting to drip down the sides. I eagerly lick at each drop, covering my tongue with his flavor before I take him into my mouth again. My mouth is full, my throat tight, and my eyes are burning with tears but I keep taking him in, pausing halfway to draw in a deep breath through my nose. Once I have more air in my lungs, I continue.

Encouraged by Cillian’s deep groan of pleasure, I swallow him down until the tip of his cock is pushing precariously against my throat. Good thing I haven’t had breakfast, or I’d be making a fool of myself. I slowly start to bob my head, sucking in my cheeks as I move my lips up his thick cock. I want to savor every last inch as he moves through my mouth. Once I get the hang of things, I start to move faster. His hand on my head pushes me further down, his hips rocking into my mouth in a wicked rhythm. I can still feel drops of his luscious pre-cum splattering over my tongue every time I swallow, and god, it’s fantastic.

His balls start to pull up tight to his body, his moans becoming more unrestrained. I increase the speed of my movements, sucking him down my throat and then hollowing my cheeks out as I move back up to the tip. I see girls do this all the time at Rose Club and now I’m glad I secretly watched sometimes. The knowledge that I can pleasure Cillian is heady, powerful… It makes me want to be bolder, and more daring.

I can feel him getting close. His cock grows even bigger in my mouth and I gag, my eyes growing wider, burning with hot tears. Cillian holds my head in place, his palm pressing me down. I can’t breathe, or move, my vision swimming in front of me, my chest burning with the need for air, but even if I die now, I have no regrets.

Cillian growls my name as loads of his cum shoot into my throat, hot and thick, filling my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can but drops of it slide out of the edges of my mouth. The pressure of his hand on my head eases and I lift up, wrapping my hand around him and lapping up every bit of his cum. When he’s all cleaned up, I carefully put him back in his pants and zip him up. I glance up to see Cillian looking at me with a tender expression that makes my heart swell with happiness.

He pulls me into his lap and captures my mouth in a long, passionate kiss.

“I like the taste of you,” I say shyly after he pulls back, blushing to my roots.

He laughs, shaking his head at me. “I’m glad you do. It’s too bad I have to go now,” he says regretfully, glancing at the clock then back at me. “We’ll pick this up after I get back.”

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