Page 124 of The Auction
“Fuck—Jax…” she gasps, her head tipping back as I set the pace.
The bike rocks slightly beneath us with every thrust, the engine long dead but the metal humming with the echo of movement. Her jacket slides down further, the sight of her tits bouncing with each snap of my hips making me want to ruin her right here under the floodlights of the airport lot.
Fuck I want to record this and watch her over and over.
I slide one hand between us, finding her clit. My thumb circles once, twice—her whole body jerks.
“Oh, God?—”
“That’s it,” I growl, keeping the pressure steady, my other hand gripping her ass to pull her down harder on me. Those beautiful, bare tits bouncing with each thrust. “Come for me again.”
Her nails bite into my shoulders as her hips start to shake. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls tighten around me.
“Look at me, Cricket.”
She forces her eyes open, green and glassy, and that’s when it hits her. Her second orgasm tears through her, thighs trembling, a cry breaking free as I keep working her clit until she’s practically begging me to stop.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath. My hands wrap around her hips, lifting her enough to slide out before I turn her around on the tank.
“Face forward,” I tell her.
She obeys, swinging her leg over so her ass is back against my lap. The leather jacket slips from her shoulders and drops to the ground, forgotten. She plants her boots on the pegs, both hands gripping the handlebars like she’s bracing for impact.
I lean in, my mouth finding the soft skin of her neck, teeth scraping before I suck hard enough to make her gasp. One hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back as I line myself up again and push into her in one movement.
“Fuck…” she breathes, arching her back, offering herself to me.
I lock an arm around her waist and set a brutal rhythm, my hips slamming into hers, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet night. My free hand comes up to her chest, squeezing one perfect breast hard enough to make her cry out.
“You like that?” I growl against her ear.
“Yes—Jax—oh, God?—”
“I’m going to take a picture of this tight pussy swallowing my cock, baby.”
“Yes.,”
I open my camera and point it at her ass. I spread her cheek with my free hand and groan at the sight of my dick disappearing into her. Coming out slick with her juices coating me.
Fuck, I could live here.
“Look at me.”
She turns back as I move into her. Leaning back so I can capture the space where we connect. Up the curve of her bare back. Capturing her just right to see her gorgeous face and full tits pressed against my bike.
I drop my camera into my helmet and squeeze her ass with both hands, sliding into her as she braces her feet against my bike’s pegs, using them to ride me.
“You feel so good inside me, Jax.” She pants, face tilted to the heavens as she moves.
Her walls flutter around me, that telltale clench that means she’s on the edge again. I take her hair tight in my grip, forcing her to feel every deep, punishing thrust until she’s shaking, her knuckles white on the handlebars and I’m about to lose it.
“Come with me, Cricket,” I command, my own release building fast.
Her body goes tight, and she shatters around me, crying out as I fuck her through it. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep and groaning as I spill into her, the heat of it spilling down between us.
Above, the deafening roar of a plane tears through the night sky, lights sweeping over us as it descends toward the runway. The timing’s perfect—her body still spasming around me while the sound drowns out everything but the pounding in my chest.
I don’t pull out right away. I just hold her there, her back to my chest, both of us breathing hard, the echo of the moment burned into my head.
