Page 88 of The Auction
“It feels… really good,” she admits, the words almost a gasp as her forehead presses to mine.
“Yeah? Tell me what you like about it.”
Her hips stutter, but I keep her moving, pushing her to stay with me. “I like… how close you are. The way you’re holding me. The way it—” She breaks off on a shiver when I press harder against her clit.
“The way it makes you what?”
“—makes me feel like I can’t breathe… but I don’t want to stop.”
“Fuck,” I groan, because she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me. “Feels good for me too, baby. So fucking good.You’re about to make me come and I haven’t even slipped inside you yet.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her thighs tightening around my hips. I can feel the tremors starting in her, the way her breath catches every time I grind her down and pull her back up. She’s close—too close—and I want to watch her fall apart for me.
“Jaxon,” Her mouth drops open and I nip at her full bottom lip.
“Fuck, Cricket… don’t you dare stop.”
Her head tilts back as the orgasm hits, a raw, unguarded cry tearing from her throat. It’s not pretty or practiced—it’s real. It’s her. And it’s so goddamn perfect it wrecks me.
I lose it with her, my hips jerking up into hers as the tension snaps hard and fast. The heat floods through me, and I let out a rough, guttural sound I couldn’t hide if I wanted to.
I press my forehead to hers. Both of us panting. My hands rubbing up her soaked clothes. “You see what you’re doing to me?”
Her eyes go wide like she’s just caught on to what happened. “Wait… did you come too?” she asks it like there’s a crowd listening, even though it’s just us and the rain.
I don’t bother hiding the truth. “Fuck yes I did. You drive me crazy, baby. Always have.”
And I mean it.
Not even five minutes later, the rain eases up. We make it back to the truck dripping, and flushed. She’s smiling in that way that makes my chest ache.
I load the bike while she ducks inside to change, peeling herself out of the soaked riding gear.
When she comes back out, I’m already unbuckling my pants.
Her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?”
I give her a look like it should be obvious. “What, you expect me to ride home for three hours with cum in my pants?”
Her mouth opens, shuts, opens again—no comeback. Just a little sputtered noise and a blush that shoots straight down her neck. I smirk as I strip out of the ruined jeans and toss them in the back with the rest of the wet gear.
She climbs into the truck, buckling in and facing forward like that’s going to hide the fact that she’s flustered as hell. I can’t help it—I’m grinning the whole time.
We’re barely thirty minutes into the drive before her head tips toward the window. It doesn’t take long until she’s out completely, breathing soft and even.
I steal glances at her when I can, watching the way her damp hair sticks in soft curls to her cheek, the way she’s curled into herself like she’s been doing that in my passenger seat her whole life.
I make sure to keep her seat warmer on so she doesn’t get cold and think about putting a blanket in here for next time.
By the time we pull into the penthouse’s private garage, it’s full dark. She stirs when I kill the engine but doesn’t wake all the way. I get out, circle to her side, and scoop her up without a second thought. She makes a sleepy noise but doesn’t protest, her head resting on my shoulder, burying her face in my neck and exhaling deeply.
Upstairs, I lay her down in my bed, carefully removing her shoes and dry clothes. I slip my old baseball shirt on her before I reach under and remove her bra.
I press a kiss to her temple—a quiet, unguarded thing I’m not even sure she feels. Her lashes flutter but she doesn’t open her eyes.
Since the Great Wall of Chastity has officially been breached, I strip down to my boxers and slide in behind her, fitting my body to hers. She’s warm and soft against me, and for once, I don’t feel the need to think about anything else—no plans, no schedules, no Jonathan, no contract.
Just her.
