Highest Bidder

He turned around to catch me watching him.

The anticipation of being with him again, was almost excruciating. Lifting myself off the bed, I heard him say, “I’ll call you back in a couple of days.”

“You were tired,” he commented as he pulled the devices out of his ear setting them on the lounge table. His watch followed.

“I was,” I responded. “Brent, I’m searching for an internship, and I … uh … I also have an examination this week so I might not be able to see you often. After tonight, I need to study for it.”

He took his seat on the bed to untie the laces on his shoes.

My heart pattered treacherously away in my chest. How could sexual attraction, I wondered, be this profound? I tried to appear calm but every moment now seemed to me to be a charged, breathless countdown to having his hands on me.

“Where are you looking to do your internship?” he asked.

“Merrill Lynch.”

“Well, if things don’t go according to plan, you have a position at my company’s accounting department. I’m sure you'll be able to pick up quite a few valuable insights into your field.”

I was quite certain this was a terrible idea, but I didn’t tell him that. “Did you get my mother’s boutique back from Judi?”

“Yes, your mother can trade as normal tomorrow. Her rent is paid for the next quarter too.”

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate the help.”

“I’m sorry Judi involved your mother. It was not fair to drag her into it.”

“Yeah, but life’s unfair,” I said, my voice unconsciously bitter.

“But it’s still good.”

“Sometimes …”

“Come,” he called.

I knee-walked on the bed towards him, feeling suddenly nervous. “You bought this yacht two years ago, didn’t you?” I babbled.

Not till I was a few inches from him did he respond. He reached behind me to gently grab the tie that held up my ponytail and in one gentle pull, he had my hair cascading down my shoulders. “I did,” he responded as his heavily lidded eyes roved all over my face. “How did you know?”

“I read about it a while back. Very little is known of it especially the interior. You requested the use of—”

He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I had never received a clearer order to stop talking nonsense. I melted into Brent’s arms as they slid around my waist and completely forgot there was anything I ever wanted to say. It felt as though my brain had shut down.

I put my hands around his neck and met the caress of his tongue with mine. When he pulled away for a brief second, I leaned forward blindly, eagerly again. At his soft chuckle, I opened my eyes and realized, as I stared into his glorious eyes that I had so missed him. I hadn’t even realized just how much until now.

“Show me your body, Freya. I’ve missed seeing it.”

Immediately, I stood in front of him and started to work my way down the buttons of my shirt. I pulled my material apart, and my breasts clothed in a seductive black bra were exposed. He immediately leaned forwards, cupping the mounds through the material and sucking on the creamy flesh.

His touch set my blood on fire and a purr slipped out of me as my head fell back. His fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I felt the material slide down my legs. My panties followed. He reached behind me and my bra snapped open. Then he pulled back and looked at me, his eyes half-closed and full of lust.

My nipples hardened and I grew self-conscious so I grabbed the band of his trousers, unbuttoned his pants, and slipped my hand into his briefs. He was already rock hard. I grazed my nails through the light dusting of hair on his groin before curving my hand around his smooth solid length. It filled my hand with the evidence of his desire for me. My confidence soared. Perhaps it was because we were both now in agreement of what our relationship would be to each other, so there was no need to hold back or pretend.

I dropped to my knees and began to unzip the fly of his trousers. Holding onto the edge of his trousers and briefs, I pulled the soft woolen material down his thighs and lifting his feet, jerked them off.

Then I lifted my gaze back to his erect cock, I couldn’t look away from it. It was like a work of art. So straight and strong. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft, snaked with pulsating veins. A quick glance upwards told me he was waiting to experience what I could do to him.

I took the mushroom head into my mouth.

I sucked gently on the beautiful, pink crown and heard his breath quicken. His eyes were now shut, his head thrown slightly backwards with his hands half clenched into fists.

I continued on.

Hollowing my mouth, I pulled in as much of him as I could take until his cock hit the back of my throat. Upon retreat, I gently scraped by teeth down his silky-smooth flesh. His groan floated above me. I felt his hands slip into my hair. I grabbed his shaft by the root and fisted him as my mouth sucked on him with a forceful rhythm.

I felt him grow thicker and longer in my hands, the thrusts of his hips growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Fuck,” he cursed.

I tilted my head to lick, kiss, and nibble along his length. I recalled a tip Ella told Maddie and I decided to try it. I sucked hard on his balls, and then pulled ever so gently. His grip tightened in my hair, and the burst of pre-cum spilled into my mouth so the tip was gold. I had done something right.