Page 74 of Auctioned To Be Mine

He exhaled through his nose. “Yes, ma’am.”

I worked down his chest, pulling his shirt up and pressing my mouth to his stomach. His abs contracted under my lips. I felt his hands hover just above my shoulders, not quite touching but I could feel the restraint he was exercising.

I undid his belt, taking my time with it. He lifted his hips without being asked, allowing me to pull his pants and boxers down in one motion. I dropped them off the edge of the bed. When I looked up at him he had one arm thrown over his face. His chest heaved up and down.

I wrapped my hand around the base of him and felt him twitch. He was already hard, warm, and heavy in my palm. I ran my thumb slowly up the length of him and gently squeezed. He made a sound into the crook of his elbow.

I lowered my head and ran my tongue along the same path my thumb had taken from base to tip. His whole body went rigid.

“Victoria.”

I did it again, just to hear him say my name like that. I had the power. It was intoxicating.

I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first, my tongue circling slowly. His hips shifted and I pressed my free hand flat against his stomach, holding him down. He groaned again.

I took him deeper, finding a rhythm, my hand working in time with my mouth. His breathing changed, coming faster, less controlled. One of his hands threaded into my hair like he needed something to hold on to.

I pulled back until just the tip was between my lips and looked up at him. His jaw was tight, chest rising and falling hard, eyes dark and fixed entirely on me. He’d been watching me devour him. And my God, I had never been so turned on. So wet and ready.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, his voice rough.

I hummed against him in response and felt him shudder.

I took him deep again, hollowing my cheeks and taking him into the back of my throat. His fingers tightened gently in my hair. I set a slower pace this time and made sure he felt every single second of it. His thighs tensed under my hands. His breathing came in short gasps.

“Hey.” His hand tightened, pulling lightly. “Come here. Come up here.”

I let him go with a slow drag and looked up. He reached down and hooked his hands under my arms, pulling me up the length of his body until my face was level with his. He looked wrecked in the best possible way.

He cupped my face in both hands and kissed me deep and slow, like he wanted to savor every second of it. We didn’t have time, but I was making the time. So was he.

He broke the kiss and looked at me with dark eyes. Before I could register what he was doing, his hands were at my hips and the world flipped. Rather, I was flipped onto my back, his weight settling over me. The breath left my lungs in a rush.

He sat back on his heels and looked at me like he was deciding where to start. Then his hands went to the hem of my shirt and he pulled it over my head in one smooth motion. His fingers found the clasp of my bra at my back, and it was gone before I’d fully processed his hands had moved. He tossed it over his shoulder with a sexy grin.

He cupped my breasts in both hands, his thumbs brushing slowly over my nipples. I arched into him.

“Fair is fair,” he said quietly, almost to himself.

His mouth found my throat, then my collarbone, then the curve of my breast. When his lips closed around my nipple I cried out, arching again. He smiled against my skin. I felt it.

He kissed his way down my stomach, his hands peeling my pants down my legs before he yanked off my panties. His hands ran back up the inside of my calves, my knees, the inside of my thighs, and he pressed them gently apart.

He looked up at me from between my legs. “Condom?”

“Nightstand,” I managed.

He raised an eyebrow. I pointed in case he didn’t understand where the damn thing was. He leaned across me and retrieved the condom, tore the foil with his teeth, and sat back. I watched him roll it on and actually licked my lips. I craved the man.

He lowered himself over me, one forearm braced beside my head, and the full weight of him settled between my thighs. He pressed his forehead against mine and held there for a second, just breathing. Then he reached down between us and positioned himself at my entrance. His thickness pushed slowly inside.

A slow moan escaped my lips, and fuck me, I loved him inside me. He stopped when he was fully seated, giving both of us a second to appreciate the moment. It was easy to rush through those first seconds, but cherishing the feeling of coming together was something I appreciated more than I thought possible. I could feel my body adjusting around him, that deep aching stretch that sent heat pumping through my veins.

“Damn,” he said on a breath. “You feel so good.”

“Ditto.”

He set a slow, deliberate pace at first, withdrawing almost entirely before pushing back in. I grabbed at his shoulders and back. His lips moved to my ear, tongue swirling before he nibbled.