Page 118 of The Auction
“I’m yours, Jaxon—oh God?—”
“Again,” he demands, his pace relentless now.
“I’m yours!”
I feel myself teetering on the edge, and he must feel it too because his hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Come on my cock, Cricket. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
It hits so hard I cry out, my back arching, nails clawing at him. He groans, pounding into me through it, muttering filth between kisses—how tight I am, how good I taste, how no one will ever fuck me like this.
He gives me all of his focus. Intent on giving me another orgasm, and then another, until I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve shattered around him in nearly every position.
“Fuck—Cassidy—” His thrusts turn erratic, his voice raw. “Gonna come—gonna fill you up?—”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Come in me, Jaxon. I want it so fucking bad.” I can’t help the tear that rolls out of my eye.
He groans my name, burying himself deep as he finally lets go, spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves as I grind against him screaming out one last orgasm. Our bodies locking together in a desperate, breathless tangle.
When it’s over, he stays inside me, kissing me softly like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
It’s late. Hours past when the city outside should have quieted, but I don’t hear a thing but her breathing.
We’re lying on our sides, facing each other, her head on my pillow, my hand lazily tracing the inside of her arm. She’s already given me three times tonight, and I’m still thinking about being inside her again. Hell, I’malwaysgoing to be thinking about it now.
I can’t get enough of her.
“You okay?” I ask softly. “Sore?”
She shakes her head and scoots closer, pressing her naked body against mine. “I’m perfect.”
I smile. “Yeah. Me too.”
The way she’s looking at me right now, fuck. I want to remember it forever.
“Can I ask you something?” I kiss the tip of her nose gently. She nods with a pleased smile.
“Why did you wait? Why didn’t you…with that cocksucker baseball dick?”
Cassidy laughs, hiding her face in my neck.
“You want me to tell you the truth?”
“No, I prefer a lie little Cricket.” I tease her.
“I never wanted to. I was never over you.” She rests her head on her hand and her words shoot into me. The other stroking along my chest. “And then I caught Bree and Matt fucking in my dorm room.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.” She lays back down. “He blamed me because I wouldn’t put out for him.Men have needs.”She mocks his voice.
“He’s a cock wipe.” I move a piece of hair behind her ear. “I”m sorry they hurt you.”
She takes a deep breath like she’s working up to something but stays quiet. I give her a second. Then she tries again.
“Can I ask you something?”
My hand slides over her back, slow and reassuring. “By now I’d hope you know you can tell me anything, Cricket.”
She dips her head, hiding her face against my chest. “You said… it had been a while?”
