Page 80 of The Auction
I swallow, embarrassed at the truth. “No.”
“What a shame.” His palm covers my breast now, thumb rolling my nipple. I moan, leaning my head back against his chest without thinking. I want more. God help me, I’vealwayswanted more from him.
“I can show you how good it can feel, baby.” His lips graze my ear, making every hair on my body stand on end. His other hand moves between my legs, slipping inside one of the legs of the boxers I slept in. His fingers rubbing over my pussy like he already owns it. “Fuck, Cricket. You’re soaking your panties.”
He rubs his fingers over my panties and my mouth drops open. His mouth is on my neck, kissing. Licking.
“And you’re burning our breakfast,”
“Shit.” I snap forward, sliding the pancake onto a plate before I forget entirely. My hands aren’t steady, and the pan feels heavier than it should.
“Keep cooking, beautiful,” he says, voice low and thick, like a promise. “Let me make you come.”
It doesn’t sound like a question—but it is.
I nod, pouring more batter onto the pan with shaking hands, my mind spinning with the reality that this isn’t a dream anymore. He’s actually touching me. Talking to me like this. And I know we’re crossing a barrier that we’ll never return from.
His hand slides under the waistband of my panties, and he groans the second his fingers meet me.
“Christ, Cricket… you’re soaked.”
I grip the edge of the counter like it’s the only thing holding me up. I’ve dreamed about this man—about this exact touch—for years. But nothing in my imagination comes close to the heat in his voice right now.
He doesn’t rush. His fingers slide between my pussy lips, stroking slow, deliberate lines over my clit. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, the spatula clattering onto the counter.
“Uh, Jaxon.” I grit out, closing my eyes and biting my lip.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his mouth near my ear, his tone a mix of praise and command. “Just feel me.”
My breath comes faster, shallow and uneven. Every stroke is maddeningly controlled, like he’s reading my body and holding me right on the edge of something I’ve never felt before.
“You’re already trembling for me,” he says, his lips brushing my neck. “That’s good, baby. I want you just like this for me, every time.”
I don’t even have the sense to answer. I just nod, sucking in a breath as his touch circles and glides, pressure alternating until I’m gasping.
He keeps talking, voice low and steady, anchoring me in the intensity. “Let me take care of you. You just stay right here and come for me.”
My legs are weak, thighs pressing together, but his free hand grips my hip firmly, holding me exactly where he wants me. I can feel the restraint in his movements—how easy it would be for him to push harder, faster—but instead he controls it, keeps it steady, winding me tighter.
“Breathe, Cricket,” he reminds me when my chest locks. “That’s it. Just like that. You’re beautiful with my fingers in this sweet cunt.” He licks up the column of my neck, sucking the sensitive skin just under my ear.
“Oh, my God.”
I moan and groan, losing it. I’ve been touched before, a little. But never like this—never with someone completely focused onme, coaxing every reaction out of me like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Jaxon.” I breathe out, my hand clamping around his wrist as he works my pussy.
“That’s it baby.” His other hand slides under my shirt again, squeezing my breast, pinching and twisting my nipple in time with the movements of his fingers on my clit. “Give it to me.”
“Yes.” I sound like I’m both begging him and worshiping him. “God, please, just like that.”
“Keep—”
The tension builds sharp and hot until it bursts stealing the rest of my plea. My knees almost buckle, my body rocking against his hand as I come, breathless and completely undone.
He slows but doesn’t pull away right away, easing me through it, stroking me softly until the aftershocks fade and I’m leaning all my weight into him.
“Good girl,” he says against my ear, and the praise makes my stomach flip all over again.
