Page 114 of The Auction
Before she can even catch her breath, I lean in and kiss her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth. “Taste yourself, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “That’s mine.”
She whimpers into the kiss, and I can feel her thighs pressing together like she’s already desperate for more.
I start my descent—kissing down her throat, her sternum, the curve of her breast. My hands push the lace bra up, baring her completely to me. “Perfect tits,” I mutter, dragging my mouth over the soft swell. “I’m going to make you come just from this.”
Her breath hitches, and I wrap my lips around one nipple, sucking slow and deep while my thumb teases the other. She arches hard into my mouth.
“Jaxon…” Her voice is already strained, needy. “God, that feels so good.”
“That’s it,” I growl, alternating between sucking and flicking her with my tongue. “Let me hear you. I want every person in this building to know how good I’m making you feel.”
Her hands bury in my hair, holding me there, and I grin against her skin before biting lightly—just enough to make her gasp. I soothe the spot with my tongue, feeling her tremble.
“Right there,” she pants. “Don’t stop. Oh my god, don’t?—”
“I’m not stopping until you’re shaking for me,” I promise, moving to her other nipple and giving it the same slow torture. Her back lifts from the bed, her thighs squeezing together as if she can trap the pleasure inside.
Her breathing turns erratic, and I feel the change in her body—the way she tenses, the soft cry building in her throat. I press harder with my mouth, rolling the sensitive peak between my teeth just as she breaks apart.
“Oh, fuck—Jaxon!”
She comes in a rush, her nails clawing at my shoulders, chest heaving as waves of pleasure roll through her. I keep my mouth on her until every last shiver fades, licking her softly as she tries to catch her breath.
When her eyes finally open, they’re glazed, dazed, and entirely mine.
“First orgasm of the night. My sweet Cricket.” I murmur, trailing a hand down her stomach. “You’re going to give me more.”
Jaxon’s mouth leaves my breasts, and I’m already aching for wherever he’s going next.
He kisses down my stomach, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of me. Each press of his lips sends a fresh wave of heat through me. By the time he reaches the waistband of my panties, I’m squirming, my fingers tangled in the sheets.
He glances up at me from between my legs, eyes dark and dangerous, and hooks his thumbs under the lace. “These are coming off.”
My hips lift without me even thinking about it, and he slides them down my legs, tossing them aside. The cool air hits me, and I shiver—not from cold, but from the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing in the world worth his attention.
He kisses the inside of my thigh first. Then, the other. Soft, lingering presses that have me biting my lip and rocking my hips, silently begging for more.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I told you I’m going to take my time with you.”
When his mouth finally reaches me, I gasp. His tongue traces a slow line through my cunt, the sensation so sharp and new it steals my breath.
“Jaxon…” My voice is already shaky, my fingers gripping the sheets tighter.
He groans low in his throat, the vibration making me twitch, and then he licks me again—slower, deeper. “You’re heaven,” he says against me. “So fucking delicious.”
His hands slide under my thighs, lifting and spreading me wider as his mouth works me over. Every flick of his tongue sends a shiver up my spine, every gentle suck pulling me closer to something I can’t stop.
When he circles my clit, my back arches off the bed. “God, yes—right there?—”
“That’s it, baby. Let me have it,” he says before sealing his mouth over me, sucking hard enough to make my vision blur.
I can’t think, can’t breathe—just feel. His tongue moves in perfect rhythm, his grip on me firm but gentle, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The pressure builds so fast it’s almost overwhelming, pleasure curling low in my stomach until it’s too much to hold.
“Oh, Jaxon—” My voice breaks as I come, the world fracturing into pulsing waves that leave me shaking.
He doesn’t let up, licking me through it, dragging out every last tremor until I collapse back against the bed, panting.
When he finally looks up at me, his mouth is wet, his smile pure sin. “Two down, beautiful. We’re just getting started.”
