Highest Bidder

His gloriously wet and naked body was only mere inches from mine.

My gaze slid down to his fully aroused dick, poking tauntingly at me. Bulging veins ran down the thick, heavy length, and every part of me began to ache in response. In that moment, I wanted to feel him more than anything else in the world. I wanted to hold his cock in my hands, and to slip that beautiful pink tip into my mouth, to take him deep into my throat while I fisted him so hard that he exploded in my throat, with my name and my name only on his lips, and on his mind.

I squirmed against the door, the folds between my legs now soaked, swollen, pulsing with the need to receive him. I lifted my gaze back up to his face and I could see that he knew exactly what I was thinking and how I was feeling. There was no denying my crazed attraction to this man. All I wanted was to be in his arms. He didn’t have to love me, all I needed was for him to fuck me until I was out of my own mind. I slipped my coat off. My jumper followed, and I was left standing in my bra and jeans.

He came at me, and plunged his tongue into my mouth.

I moaned at the taste of him. There was no teasing quality or gentleness to his kiss. It was passionate, possessive, and raw. He pulled my lips into his mouth and sucked them with a fervency that made me feel as if I was drowning in a vortex of pure pleasure.

With his naked body against me, he locked his hand around my waist and pulled me tight against him as though he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us. I clung to his neck and savored the assault of his wet velvety tongue as I sucked wildly on it. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold around me until my toes were lifted off the floor and I was no longer standing on solid ground.

Like a man dying of thirst in a desert who finds a cool fountain, he was insatiable. Our wild kiss continued. Completely unguarded and ruthless in its chase of the desperate need to be one with the other beyond even what was physically possible.

I felt as though I was drinking up all that he was, his essence, his thoughts, his ideas, his emotions, his feelings, his pain, his sweetness, his beauty, his horror, and in that moment, I felt as if I was him and he was me. I felt as if I was breathing through his mouth. Our limbs became so tangled so tightly pressed together, I didn’t know where I stopped and he began.

All I did was feel: the rough, possessive caress of his hands as they roamed down my back and grabbed my ass, digging into me as he pressed me urgently into his groin. My hands moved from his neck, my nails raking his back as I moved my hands down to squeeze his perfect ass.

He put me back down on the floor so he could unbutton my jeans and drag them down my hips. With a roar, he ripped my little black thong off. Before I could brace myself, his hand was tightly cupped around my sex. Two fingers entered me and my pussy received him with feverish excitement. To my shock, he lifted his palm up and suddenly my feet left the floor. I whimpered at his brute strength, but there was no pause for recovery. My jeans were sliding on their own down to my ankles. A sweet fire started blazing through me as he held my body pinned against the wall and plunged his fingers in and out of me, furiously, while his thumb played with my clit.

“Brent,” I cried. I had a vague awareness of him, pulling my jeans off my legs, and then hooking one hand around my knees to pull my leg up all the way to his chest for better access. I writhed and jerked in response, as my mind went completely blank. All I could do was chase the release he was driving me to, my entire body was tensed and rippling with pleasure.

I was so close to the edge when he pulled his fingers out of me. I jumped in panic but a second later, he was on his knees, my leg over his shoulder and his tongue digging into me. The scream caught in my throat as my body shuddered and exploded and I came all over him. He lapped up the juices shooting out of me, sucked feverishly on the delicate folds of my sex, and held onto my hips as I jerked violently in the aftermath. When he had licked me clean he rose to his feet, I collapsed on him, out of breath and incoherent.

He kissed me then and as I tasted myself on him, tears rolled down my eyes.

“Is this the kiss you wanted?” he asked harshly.

I threw my arms around him, refusing to let go. “I don’t want you to kiss anyone else,” I said and my words shamed me, but I couldn’t take them back or pretend I hadn’t said them. They were the truth. I pulled away to gaze into his eyes and saw him watching me intently. I could never read him and that drove me mad with frustration.

“Brent,” I called, worry slithering down my spine.

“Okay.”

I was struck dumb for a few seconds. “Okay, you won’t kiss anyone else?”

“Yeah.”

I tried hard but couldn’t find a trace of sarcasm or mockery in his tone. He was dead serious. Then I had to go and ask, “What about Judi?”

“Judi and I were lovers a long time ago. We’re just friends now.”

“So you don’t mind being seen with her in public, but not with me? It’s because I’m toxic, isn’t it?”

“You are toxic, but not for the reason you think.”

I looked into his eyes. “Tell me the reason, then?”

“You’re toxic the way heroin is. You come into my life and you take over, until there is nothing else but your body, your smell, your mouth, your taste, your sweet cunt, your voice, your silly ideas about me, the childish games you play with my idiot brother. I can’t say no to you. The more I try to walk away, the more I want you. I can’t get you out of my mind, Freya. Do you understand now?”