Auctioned to the Billionaire

“Saturday afternoon.” Tugging on my zipper, I guide her hand into my boxers. She shivers from head to toe as our skin connects, but I keep my expression stony. “Will you think about me the two days I’m gone?”

Sucking her lip between her teeth, she nods.

“Will you touch that perfect pink cunt for me while I’m away.”

She whimpers, closes her eyes, then nods again.

“Will you think about the way I taste?” I demand, and her eyes fly open.

“I’ve never tasted your… I…” She’s so deliciously flustered that it’s a wonder I don’t blow my load all over her hand right now. After holding out on me in spite of all the times I’ve made her come, she deserves to be the one to clean up the mess.

“Get on your knees, Felicity,” I command, making her eyes widen. “Open your mouth. Let me hear you moan my name a new way.”

Swallowing hard, she slowly slips out of her chair and onto her knees. I jerk my pants around my knees. My cock springs out, inches from her lips, and she stares between it and my face, her green eyes stunned. “Should I… Do you want me to…”

“You should.” I nudge the head of my dick against her lips, and she gasps, blowing me with a nervous breath. “I do.”

“I don’t think I’ll be very good at this,” she whispers. “I’m not very good at this, Jackson.”

Jealousy streaks through me. So, the ex-boyfriend was not only stupid, he was a selfish prick. He let her suck his dick and gave her nothing in return. “That’s okay.” I stroke her cheek with my knuckle. “You’ll catch on. Just … touch me.”

“Like this?” Her green eyes unsure, she trails her fingers carefully down the length of my cock. I wrap my hand around hers, guiding her to the head, and her chest heaves as I smear her fingers through my pre-cum.

“Just. Like. That,” I groan and move my hand from hers.

Her brow knitted in determination, she slides her hand up and down my cock, her shyness fading a little more with every stroke. “What do you want me to do?” She looks up at me for approval and her eagerness to please me gets me harder. “Please…”

“Put your lips around it, beautiful.” I hold the back of her head, easing her down. Her hot mouth closes around the tip of my cock, and I involuntarily jerk forward. Fuck, she’s incredible. She could just lick the head and it will still make me go insane. “Deeper,” I urge.

Fluttering her lashes, she nods compliantly, hollowing her cheeks the further down my shaft her head goes. “That’s it, Flick. That feels so good and hot. Give me your hand, sweet. Let me show you what I want.”

“Mmmhmm.” She lifts her palm to me so I use my free hand to steer her touch to my balls. I suck in a tight breath as she feathers her fingers over me.

“Don’t be so gentle, love,” I rasp, so she strokes me with more force, tugging one, then the other in her small hand. “Fucking Christ, Felicity!”

She flinches and pulls her mouth off my cock. “What, I—”

“Don’t fucking stop!”

Wearing a little grin, she bobs her head compliantly, then races her tongue along the underside of my shaft. “Like this?” she questions. I groan my approval and she glides her pretty pink lips back down my throbbing dick. She uses one hand to work my balls, squeezing slightly, weighing them in her palm, and the other to follow the same path her mouth takes on my dick. Every other minute, she goes deeper and faster, her tongue wrapping around me like this is the cock-sucking Olympics and she’s going for gold.

If she is, she wins. Every. Last. Fucking. Medal.

“I’m going to come,” I warn her, gripping one hand around the edge of the desk behind me.

“What—” she starts, but I grasp the back of her hair, urging her to take more of me. To take it all. She moans and the vibration of her mouth almost pushes me over the edge. Her mouth is so wet and hot; I swear I’m tempted to make her come with me to New York just so I can introduce her to the Mile-High-Mouth Club. She draws away again only for me to push back in.

“What should I do?” she manages through a mouthful.

I wrap my hand around her hair and tilt her head back so that we’re eye to eye, the sound of her mouth loosening its grip on my cock a loud slurp.

“Are you on the pill?” I demand.

Her eyes bulge, but she moves her head up and down. “Yes, I’ve been taking it for the last—” She gasps when I pick her up and plant her on my desk. I don’t care how long she’s been taking it—I don’t want to think about her preparing herself for another man—but I do want to make sure she’s protected. Flailing, she knocks a stack of paperwork to the floor along with the check she just presented to me, but I could give a fuck less. I’m more concerned with her.