"Stop." he says softly to me.

Not that I knew where I was going. I was naked, drunk, horny so I decide that maybe I'll listen to him.

He turns the soft lights of the "departures" lounge on,

I stand there, still naked, more horny than tipsy now and illuminated by the lounge's lights, my back to him.

"Grab your ankles for me mo ghran." he instructs, removing his dinner coat.

I turn my gaze directly at him, just to check that I hadn't heard my own things. He stares right back, as if to ask what was taking me so long to follow simple instructions. There was nothing simple about being slightly tipsy and in high heels and bending over and touching your ankles. I lean over, checking briefly with him that this was what he'd asked, before completely bending over and grabbing my ankles. All the alcohol in me moves towards my head...well whatever amount wasn't already playing the drums at my clit. God I hope he sucks me dry and makes me forget my own mother!

He grunts deep in his throat, forcing me to anxiously try and see what Lothario Whitlam was up to behind there. I hear his soft footsteps towards me, feel his hand caress my ass and smack it. I try to hold back the sharp groan that comes with the shock of his hand smacking my ass but I give up all together when his lips press against the stinging flesh of my ass. The anticipation was drenching my thighs, my eyes widen in shock when his lips dive right to my soaking vulva, a loud moan filling the room directly from my throat.

God yes!

He moans softly too, his hand on my ass, his mouth on my pussy lips, his tongue pressing against my vagina.

Yes! That takes my knees the fuck out! I swing violently forward when his tongue slides all the way down to my clit, his hands' firm grip around my thighs the only things stopping me from falling completely over.

He growls something inaudible at me; it sounded like a warning but was spoken in Gaelic I'm guessing, so I had no way of knowing for sure.

"na ruith àam mo ghràdh" He swears gruffly at me (don't run from me my love)

I whimpers softly in reply, a beautiful little whimper meant to replace the scream of pleasure I was suppressing. He buries his face deeper into me, taking all of me in, devouring me rabidly as I struggle to negotiate balance with my knees. It's so hard to be drunk and almost orgasming when your knees won't cooperate!

I cuss at Lucas softly, unable to truly handle how he works his tongue and lips against my soaking vulva until my knees give out and my thighs start to tremble. He could easily bring me to orgasm... but he doesn't. He instead smacks my ass and demands that I stay there on the floor on all fours as I was now, legs shaking like a new born calf. I whimper in soft complaint but I understand the gamble, if I move, I won't be cumming any time soon, so I don't move an inch.

"Good girl." He whispers softly as he stands up from his squatting position and heads into another room

It was taking everything in me to keep on my knees on the floor when I was this close to climax.

The fucking audacity of this man....

Did this chung tosser just eat me out and then leave me here like his fucking dinner coat? (pretty idiot). Was this some kind of plan to advance the rivalry? Had Luna seen us leaving together? Did it even matter at this point?

"He's a fucking mad man!" I whisper to myself, counting down from five so I can calm my frustrated aching loins

If he was going to get one of his other sex slaves to come join us he had another thing coming!

"He's proper lost it!" I decide once I realize there was no calming vagina terrorista down.

I wasn't going to take part in his United Colours of Benetton orgy! I'd chew denim before I did!

I try to get up but my thighs and knees were still uncooperative, so I sit back on my heels, reach between my legs and try to ease the orgasm out. I had a plan to knock one out and then look for his car keys, find my dress and get the fucking hell out of here. I groan softly at the work of my hands, shutting my eyes and biting onto my lip so I can better concentrate on rubbing one out myself.

Yes. I needed this. After the dinner I've had...

I'm so lost in the deep quaking pleasure I don't hear the door open, don't hear Lucas' footsteps, don't see him there watching me bring myself to orgasm, don't hear him throw the wipes he'd gone in search of onto the couch and unzip his tight slacks

"cho mì-fhortanach mo ghràdh!" He growls darkly at me in Gaelic but I don't even have the ability to call him out of his name (so impatient, my love),

My eyes open and widen in shock at the sound of the Gaelic growl and the feel of his cock entering my mouth, the velvet of his skin and the taste of his precum on my tongue cause a moan, a smirk on his face as his dark gaze stares down at me

"That's it mo ghràdh, take me in like I'm one of your lollipops." he whispers gruffly to me, working his wide girth deeper into my mouth.

"Fuck." he groans at the feel of my tongue pressing against his cock's head.

It's my turn to look darkly into his eyes. If he had illusions that he could have his cock in my mouth and be in control; he was about to realize his mistake. I reach for my hair, fixing it into two chunky braids as I lick and suck the living soul out of him. It was my turn to play at knocking his knees out.

I work to pull his trousers and his pants all the way down and then I slip the car keys into my hand. I wasn't going to steal the Maserati, I was just going to get my dress and possibly drive myself home in it. I'd give it back, eventually. I had to wait, of course, until he was trembling, growling in Gaelic and quaking, grasping at the air for things. I pop his cock out of my mouth and smile up at him. I didn't cum, so he didn't get to cum either. Slavery was over mate! We were equals now!

"Funke!" He growls at me as I crawl through him and bring myself to a stand.

I duck, making a dash for the door, naked except for the heels, my legs finally kind of back in working condition. He yells something at me, hopping angrily towards me with all his might as I flash his car keys at him. It only takes a second for me to lose my concentration, watching his dick bounce as he hops towards me, watching the devilish determination on his face. It takes one second for me to chuckle and hit my foot against a rogue couch that appeared out of nowhere and ran into me. The whole thing was so mad, so hilarious, entirely jokes I didn't even have the strength to roll off the couch and crawl towards the car. I'd just fallen face first into the couch when he hopped onto it, on top of me. I was still laughing when he kissed my shoulder, whispered something into my ear and shoved the entire deliciously girth of his dick into me. We both moan at the feeling, my body quaking softly from the pleasure of it.

He pumps into me at a rabid torturous rhythm, mercilessly growling at me in gaelic as he goes, leaving me grasping at the couch, moaning and quaking in pleasures, my eyes rolling, my body alive in ecstasy and the erotic. He pulls me to my knees by my waist, grabbing at my ass and pushing himself deeper as the world explodes inside and around me. There were so many beautiful things happening to me all at once I was losing control, utterly overwhelmed by them, moaning his name, screaming yes, clutching at imaginary animals drowning in the couch's luxurious fabric, trying to push him away by placing my trembling hand on his lower abdomen.