Page 123 of The Auction
My cock leaks the whole time begging to slide between them and mark her with my cum.
I pinch her nipple and roll it between my finger and thumb, making her gasp. “You ready to test out these pants?”
She bites her lip and nods.
I find the zipper, and pull. The leather parts, revealing her slick, glistening pussy—andfuck, it’s even better than I imagined.
She rests her hands behind her, opening her legs wider.
“You want to take another picture, baby?” she teases.
“Fuck. Yes.” I snap a few more and groan when she slides her finger between her pussy lips and plays with herself, then sucks her arousal clean.
I can’t wait another second to get my hands on her—and my cock in her.
I grip her hips and pull her forward until her ass is right at the edge of the gas tank.
“Put your legs up here,” I tell her, tapping my shoulders.
Her eyes flare with heat, but she obeys—slow, deliberate—like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Her boots hook over my shoulders, the leather creaking softly, and I can smell her now. Hot. Sweet. Already wet for me.
She wraps her fingers around the handlebars like I told her, chest rising and falling faster. “Jax…”
“Hold on tight, Cricket.”
I drag my palms up the backs of her thighs, spreading her wider until the zipper’s gaping open and I’ve got an unobstructed view of heaven. One long lick from base to clit and she’s already trembling. I hold her steady, tongue circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
Her head tips back with a gasp, the night air catching in her moan. “Oh, fuck?—”
“Eyes on me,” I order, looking up at her from between her legs.
Her gaze drops, locking with mine, and it’s like pouring gasoline on an open flame. I eat her like I’ve been starving, my tongue flicking, my mouth sealing over her until her hips start rocking against my face. She’s holding the bars like she’s riding me instead of my bike, knuckles white.
Every sound she makes goes straight to my cock. I grip her ass, pulling her closer so I can bury myself deeper between her thighs, tasting every drop.
“Jax… I’m?—”
I hum against her clit, and that’s all it takes. She shudders, thighs clamping around my head, her orgasm hitting hard while I keep licking her through it.
When she finally slumps forward, breathing like she just ran a marathon, I kiss the inside of her thigh and grin up at her. “I’m getting you three more pair of these pants.”
I straighten up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Take my cock out,” I tell her, voice low and rough.
Her lips part, and she swallows like she knows exactly what’s about to happen. With slow, teasing hands, she unbuttons my jeans, the metal teeth of the zipper catching on the night air as she drags it down.
Her hand slips inside, warm fingers brushing over me, and I feel my whole body tighten. She finds the head and traces her thumb over it, spreading the bead of precum.
“Tease me again, Cricket, and I’ll make you ride home naked.”
She smirks but obeys, pulling me free, her hand wrapping around the base. “You’re so hard,” she murmurs.
“Yeah,” I rasp, pushing her back slightly. “And you’re going to fix that.”
I line myself up, sliding the head through her slick entrance before pushing inside. The position’s awkward at first with her perched on the gas tank, but when I stand, lifting her just enough to fit against me, it’s like she was made for this.
Her legs wrap around my waist, boots pressing into my back as I drive deeper. She leans back, one hand gripping the handlebar behind her, the other braced against the tank.
