Page 158 of Mayhem
“I wasn’t the only one, but it does sound nice,” Kieran responded.
“Twenty-five thousand,” a new voice called, and they all turned to see who it was. Erin didn’t recognize the woman, but Alijah and Kieran must have as her friend sighed, and Kieran let out an irritated grunt.
“You won’t outbid me, Becky, but you’re free to try,” Alijah stated. “Moving on. Fifty thousand,” she bid.
“Sixty thousand,” Lawrence bid.
“She may not be able to,” Erin started, lightening the mood. “But I’m sure I could,” she teased. “Seventy thousand.”
“Eighty-five thousand,” Alijah answered. “I don’t think you can.”
“You two are far too confident when you aren’t going home with the prize,” Chayse said with a smile. “One hundred thousand.”
“Once, twice, sold,” the auctioneer closed the bidding, banging the gavel.
Paetyn was the last delicious piece of eye candy to hit the stage, and damn, she was a lucky woman. She couldn’t help but lick her lips. He winked at her from the center of the stage, and Erin blew him a kiss.
“Let’s start the bidding,” the auctioneer stated.
They went back and forth. Erin paused after bidding seventy-five thousand to ask Paetyn in Spanish. “Will you still give me some tonight if I lose?”
Paetyn chuckled while a woman in the audience joined in, and Chayse reached over and pinched her gently, having understood most of the words. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Angel.”
“Now that we’ve settled that. I’m trying to see what this dynamic will be like,” Chayse responded. “One hundred thousand.”
“One hundred going once, twice, sold.”
Paetyn exited the stage; the auctioneer gave them a few final instructions, and the four headed to the waiting room. Erin walked up behind Paetyn, wrapped her right arm around his waist, and slid her left hand into Cruz’s back pocket.
“Alijah and Chayse have been generous enough to let me spend Valentine’s Day with both of you tonight and take a raincheck.”
“How nice of them,” Cruz responded.
“I was feeling generous,” Chayse smiled, approaching them with Nik in tow. Erin removed herself from her men to stand between them.
“I’ll be sure to do the same before sending you back to Nik,” Paetyn teased, and she and Chayse laughed.
They spoke for a few minutes before the group left the building, saying their goodbyes in the parking lot and going their separate ways. Erin knew they were going to dinner and to listen to some jazz. Afterward, she knew she was in for a pleasurable night.
“Fuck, Maly,” Cruz groaned, throwing his head back as Erin rode him, and he gripped her hips.
She moaned around Paetyn’s dick, and Cruz slowed her movements. The whine she released at him doing so caused Paetyn to moan. Her protest sent a wave of vibration through his dick. He thrust to meet her each time he pulled her down. Cruz’s movements were deliberate as he slowly dragged his dick against that bundle of nerves that he knew would work her up. Paetyn mimicked his pace, slowing Erin’s bobbing as he pushed deep each time.
Cruz placed soft kisses along Erin’s spine, thumbs circling the dips of her hips. The constant slide of his dick along her g-spot had her moaning continually around Paetyn’s. The chorus of their pleasure filled the room, and as she squeezed around him, he knew she was close to cumming.
Her warm, wetness engulfed him, gripped him, and his balls began to tighten. He pushed further, even though he knew he couldn’t get deeper.
“That’s it, Maly. You’re taking me so well.”
She moaned around Paetyn’s dick at the praise, and he caressed her cheek as he moaned. “Such a good girl, taking me all the way down. You’re going to make me cum with this pretty little mouth.”
Erin’s pussy squeezed around Cruz’s dick at the praise, and he threw his head back, a curse tumbling from his lips. She was dripping wet, and by the change in the tone of her moans, he knew she was about to cum. It was only a few seconds later, and she was flooding his dick, her hands gripping Paetyn’s waist as she voiced her release around his dick.
“Shit, baby,” Cruz stated. “So fucking wet. Mm, I’m going to cum.” He gave her a deep stroke. “Are you going to let me cum in this tight pussy?”
Erin’s response was to rock against him, removing one of her hands from Paetyn’s waist to squeeze his thigh as Paetyn continued to fuck her throat. That was all the consent Cruz needed. Three more thrusts had him biting her shoulder as he came deep inside her.
“Fuck, Angel. That’s it,” Paetyn stated, his thrusts losing rhythm, and it wasn’t long before he pulled from her throat and came on her tongue. “Swallow for me, baby.”
