#sis!ryder

“I get the feeling I should around you.” Marlo teased, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a sip before placing it back on the bar, making him chuckle before she traced a slender finger around the rim, Harry suddenly wishing that he was the glass she was fondling.

He turned towards her on his stool, green eyes darkening with desire.

“Am I going to get a little preview of the merchandise?” His voice was husky as he held up a finger and motioned for her to spin for him.

She gazed at him through her lashes before she spun slowly on her heels, letting him see all her angles, even swinging her hips for added effect and soliciting a low growl from Harry as he watched her. So many eyes, not just Harry’s, were on her, watching her every move and a thrill rocketed down her spine as she caught flashes of admiration and envy—though if that was for her or Harry, she wasn’t sure—but most of all she saw pure and unfiltered lust. She looked over her shoulder at him and smirked as she saw his hand clench and unclench on his knee, knowing full well he wanted to claim her right there in front of everyone—bend her over the bar and make sure each and every patron in Kralla’s Song knew she was his. Heat surged through her body, wetness pooling between her legs at the thought of him holding her down against the bar top, pushing her skirt up and exposing her before pounding his cock into her pussy with the entire bar watching them. She shifted her stance, squeezing her legs together as she turned back around, already so wound up and he hadn't even touched her yet.

“Am I to your taste, Mr. Carlyle?”

“You inspire tastes I didn’t even know I had. Now come here and sit on my lap, baby. Let me enjoy this dress before I take it off you.”

One hand came down to rest on her hip, pulling her closer and away from prying eyes, the other picking up the forgotten water glass, Harry sipping the drink lazily as Marlo perched herself on his thighs, the bar at her back and his thumb drawing circles on her bare hip, fingers dipping ever so slightly below the seam of the cutout at her hip. She wiggled on his lap trying for more friction to ease the ache in her core, his arms closing around her to still her movements, the action bringing his growing erection flush up against her. Marlo’s eyes fluttered shut as he grazed his teeth along the ridge of her ear, making her moan quietly.

“You realize that with this gorgeous body of yours, you’re going to make it hard to be a gentleman.” Harry groaned, cock straining against his slacks.

“You’re not paying me to be a gentleman and I don’t want you to be. If you want to treat me like your plaything, or like I’m just a hole to be used for your pleasure, that’s your prerogative. You bought the best, Mr. Carlyle and I’m here to please you, whatever you want.”

He tilted his head to whisper in her ear, his breath soft against her skin. “That’s a good girl. They’ve trained you well.”

Marlo felt herself flush at his praise, arousal shooting straight to her core—Harry using her praise kink to his advantage. His gaze fell to the swell of her breasts, her nipples hardening at the attention, body ready and eager to please him. When she’d originally come to him with this fantasy scenario of hers—she hadn’t been able to figure out a way to make it happen on the Nexus, without flushing Harry’s reputation down the toilet, which she absolutely didn’t want to do…so when Harry had messaged her that he’d be doing a supply drop for Dr. Nakamoto on Kadara, she’d seized upon the opportunity. He took another swig of water before picking her up with ease and setting her on feet on the floor, needing to get her upstairs to his rented room as soon as humanly possible. Harry stood abruptly, escorting her from the bar with his hand on her ass.

All eyes were turned in their direction and a thrill rocketed down her spine.

They barely made it to his room before he caught her lips in a possessive kiss, his hands roaming all over her body as he pressed her against the door, the bulge of his erection grinding against her and making her moan.

Harry growled low in his throat at the sound and hooked his fingers around one of the chains at her hip, giving it a gentle tug. “You and these body chains are going to be the death of me—now take this fucking dress off. I’m paying for naked.”

Marlo smiled at him as he stepped back and shrugged off his jacket, loosening the knot of his tie and watching her intensely as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her dress and lowered them down her arms. Harry undid the first three buttons of his shirt, sucking in a breath when the fabric cleared her breasts, exposing them to his gaze as she shimmied her hips to let the dress pool around her ankles before stepping out of it, standing before him in nothing but her gloves and a pair of strappy red high heels. She put her hands behind her back, pushing her chest out as she glanced at him from under her lashes, her mouth going dry at the sight before her; his tie was hanging open around his neck with the first three buttons on his shirt undone, muscles flexing as he unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows, making her bite her lip to keep from swooning.

He stalked towards her as he reached up and grabbed one end of his tie, whipping it off his neck and wrapping some of the fabric around his hand, making Marlo shiver in anticipation, a part of her hoping he was about to bind her hands with his tie and have his way with her. He trailed the silk down her arms, one hand encircling her waist and pulling her against his body, rocking the bulge of his erection against her hip. Teasing fingers probed between her legs, ghosting over her and finding her sopping wet with desire, but instead of touching her like her body was begging for, she felt him dragging the silken fabric of his tie through her dripping folds, skating it back and forth against her clit. A wanton moan escaped her, hips shifting against the fabric and angling for friction. A squelching sound echoed through the room, her eyes falling shut as he toyed with her, the friction of the cloth against her clit pushing her towards the edge of mindless oblivion.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take your pleasure. Get yourself off on my tie—it was expensive but I’m fine ruining it in this perfect pussy.” Harry purred in her ear. “You’re going to be worth every credit, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Mr. Carlyle.” She breathed, rocking her pelvis forward.

“Such a good little whore they sent me. So gorgeous and eager to please.”

Every accolade he growled at her, made her wetter, drenched in her own arousal and his tie making a mess of her—the heat in Harry’s eyes as he watched her move, watched every shift of her hips, only served to rile her up more, and he knew it. He bent his head and sucked her earlobe as she clutched his shoulder, trying to steady herself as her breathing grew ragged. Harry smiled as his eyes flicked up and down her body, following the clench of every one of her muscles and making her flush under his gaze as she came. He released his grip on his tie, the fabric falling to the floor and she shuddered at the loss of friction, her mouth opening slightly on a moan. Harry cupped her chin with his free hand, turning her head so their lips were a hair’s breadth away from each other as he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. She was so fucking beautiful and his dick gave a heady throb as Marlo sucked the tip of his thumb between her red lips, breasts heaving from that quick and thorough orgasm.

“You’ve got such a pretty mouth; I bet it would look so sexy wrapped around my cock. Would you like that, baby? To suck me off before I sink into this greedy pussy?”

“Yes. Please. Yes.” She panted, shooting him a downright wicked grin even as she struggled to get her breath back. “I thought you’d never ask.”

She brought her hand to her mouth, catching the finger of her glove in her teeth, tugging it off before peeling the other one down her arm and tossing both of them aside as she sank to her knees in front of him, deft hands working at his belt. Pressing a kiss to the bulge of his erection, she dipped the first finger of each hand underneath his waistband to undo the button of his slacks, before dragging the zipper down with agonizing slowness, his dick giving an eager throb as she bared him to her gaze. Marlo sat back on her heels and licked her lips as she took him in—it didn’t matter how many times she’d gotten him naked, she was always impressed with the sheer size of him. Harry's eyes flashed as she cupped his ass before pushing his pants off his hips and down his legs, manicured nails gently raking over his muscles. His cock was stiff and throbbing, a drop of white precum beaded at the tip and she glanced up at him, winking as she caught his eye, arousal streaking through him when she leaned forward and pressed a teasing kiss to his slit, lapping at the drop before it could drip down.

She nibbled down the soft skin on the underside of his shaft, where it curved up towards his stomach, his cock pulsing against her lips and hips jerking as she trailed the tip of her tongue along his sac, toying with his balls, and sucking them gently. Harry groaned and swore quietly under his breath as Marlo’s tongue snaked out from between her lips to tease him, before she finally took him in hand. He let out a deep growl, sending a shiver down her spine and it made her feel powerful that she could make him feel like that. Gentle fingers traced along the veins snaking around his erection, the skin on skin contact making his breath hitch. Her hand curled around him, gripping his shaft as her tongue glided from base to crown and circled around the head of his dick, her hand squeezing his cock as she pumped him slowly, hand gliding smoothly over his crown before pushing back down to the base. Red lips opened to take his tip into her mouth, sucking hard and he gasped, hips jerking forward as his fingers wound into her long, dark brown hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could look her in the eyes as she sucked his cock.

“Touch yourself as I fuck your mouth. But I’ll pay extra if you don’t let yourself finish until I’m inside you—I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel that pussy milk my cock.”

She gazed at him from under her lashes, a smirk on her face as she curled her fingers, nails gently scraping his thigh muscles before cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. Using her right hand to stroke him gently, her tongue danced across his crown, before she opened her mouth and took him all the way to the hilt, deep into her wicked little mouth. Her finger delved between her thighs, dragging her fingertip through her folds and circling her clit lazily, Harry’s breath hitching as his nostrils flared. The sounds he made only served as an aphrodisiac, spurring her on and she winked up at him as she savored him. She dipped one finger inside herself then another, a moan escaping her lips as she pumped her fingers in and out, panting, the corners of his lips twisting up into a smile. The hand curled in her hair tightened its grip as she swallowed around his tip, Marlo humming as she sucked hard, the rolling motion massaging the skin on his shaft before releasing him. The tension inside her wound higher, as she rubbed her swollen clit fast and hard, seeking her release and he swore under his breath, entranced, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward.

His hand fisted in her locks held her head still, sending his engorged shaft deeper into her mouth, Marlo letting him use her mouth to take his pleasure; he wasn’t gentle with her and she was just fine with that. She moaned around his cock, her fingers stilling before she toppled over the edge of ecstasy, as he’d requested. Harry tensed and pulled back, her lips leaving his crown with a pop, her eyes meeting his as she licked her lips. He growled at the sight, not ready to finish just yet—though if Marlo had her way, he’d be gasping for air as he finished in her mouth. He cupped her chin, drawing her up off her knees, the gentleness after the way he’d just used her mouth surprising her. Picking her up with ease, he carried her over to the sofa, depositing her on the cushions and climbing after her, his perfect fingers trailing up her legs, spreading them gently and baring her glistening pussy to his appreciative gaze.

“Beautiful…” Harry muttered as he settled himself between her thighs, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips, sucking her fingers clean of her juices.

He draped her legs about his hips, the tip of his throbbing erection nudging against her entrance as Harry took himself in hand and gave his cock a few quick strokes before rubbing it back and forth through her slick folds. He sank into her with a groan, Marlo’s arms immediately encircling him, nails raking down his back as he thrust forward, her walls clamping tightly around his dick as she melted into his touch. His hips rocked into hers, her breasts brushing his chest and her soft hands cupping his ass and pulling him deeper within her. He bent his head, grazing a taut nipple with his teeth as he thrust forward, her walls clenching around his shaft as he pulled back, only the first inch of his cock still inside her, before he snapped his hips forward, surging into her, her body eagerly accepting all of him as he buried himself to the hilt once more.

“You take my dick so well. If you keep this up, baby, I’ll be a repeat customer for life and I’ll spoil you if you keep this pretty pussy hungry for my cock whenever I ask.”

“Whatever pleases you, Mr. Carlyle.” She panted. “I’ll clear my schedule for you whenever you desire.”

“Such a good little slut. I bet you’d do anything I asked, just to keep me working this snug little pussy with my cock.” He growled as he pounded into her, Marlo’s body recoiling under the raw power of each thrust.

“Yes…” She breathed and he smiled down at her.

A broken gasp dripped from her lips as he pulled back and rocked forward, their rhythm getting faster as they both teetered at the brink of ecstasy, unable to last much longer. Harry pressed his thumb to her clit, making her whimper and buck her hips against him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as she came, walls closing tightly around his dick. He thrust forward. Once. Twice. Her insides stretched to accommodate him as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips erratic as he rocked his erection against the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her breasts, touches frantic as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. Need crashed over him, breaking into a tidal wave of ecstasy as he orgasmed, following her over the edge with a shudder, his body slumping against hers and together they collapsed onto the cushions, bodies and limbs entangled as they breathed hard, trying to come down from the high. Harry stroked a gentle hand down her arm, his cock twitching inside her as she snuggled into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“You had a strange look in your eyes when you first saw me at the bar tonight.” She he was no longer his whore for the night, but Marlo again. “Can you tell me what was wrong?”

“You mean wanting to fuck you on that bar top while everyone watched?” He teased, rubbing his hand up and down her bare arm.

“Harry.”

He sighed as he went up on his elbows to look at her. “Your eyes.”

“My—oh.”

She couldn’t bring herself to extricate herself from his embrace, perfectly happy to keep him buried deep inside her forever, so she reached out with her biotics to pull her bag closer, locating the contact removal tool’s pouch, trying not to get distracted when he buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. She turned her head and popped the contacts out, putting everything away carefully, as Harry cupped her cheek and brought her back to face him, smiling and lovingly gazing down at her before his mouth caught hers in a kiss that was sweet as sugar. He brushed some hair out of her face, curling the offending lock around his finger and pressing his lips against the strands as he rolled his hips and felt a reaction where they were still joined. Marlo moaned and wiggled her hips as he circled one finger slowly around her clit; she was overstimulated but wanted more. His touch just felt so good.

“You know, I kind of miss the pink…”

Marlo laughed as she draped her arms about his neck. “Oh, I’m sure it will make a reappearance eventually; it is my favorite color, after all. But we can talk about that later—right now, I need you to fuck me.”

Harry chuckled and bent his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he snapped his hips forward to be rewarded with a little gasp and moan of pleasure. “I think that can be arranged. Now be a good girl and hold on tight.”