Page 57 of The Auction
This man, whatever his faults, wasn’t going to hurt me. He also had a proven track record of making me feel good. I didn’t watch porn. I didn’t really know what was involved in making him come, but surely the whole thing couldn’t take more than ten minutes or so.
Ten minutes. My own orgasm. Back to my room.
I reached for his jeans and slipped the button through the loop. I started to move the zipper, but his dick was in the way and I had visions of it getting caught in my unzipping ineptitude.
“You do it,” I told him. Then I watched as he lifted his hips, undid his zipper and pushed both his jeans and underwear down over his thighs. His cock sprang up like an eager puppy in search of pets.
I reached for him and wasn’t surprised to find him hot to the touch. But what did surprise me was the feel of him in my hand. His skin was smooth, almost supple. The head was thick and round with a slit on top that was dripping a little. There was zero strategy to my movements, just exploration. With my fingertips, my hand.
Looking up at his face, he seemed entirely relaxed. His arms stretched out on either side of the couch. His legs sprawled out in front of him. His face pinned to where myhands were touching him. The only thing that gave away any intensity on his part were the splashes of neon red high on his cheekbones. Like he’d been sunburned or was drunk. But it was clear that his blood was running hot.
I swallowed, reaching for some courage I wasn’t sure I had. “What do I do?”
“What you’re doing, baby. Just fucking touch me, get used to what my dick looks like. Feels like.”
But I didn’t like that answer. I didn’t want him to be patient with my inexperience. I didn’t want him to tutor me in the art of jacking off. I wanted to make him a little crazy, (not too crazy that I couldn’t handle him), but a little crazy. For him to chase that sense of completion like I had when he’d had me ass up in his lap that day.
I gripped him more firmly, right under the bulbed head of his dick, and then using my thumb, I spread the cum leaking from the top of the slit around the head and that…that made his whole body shudder.
So I did it again and again, until those hands he’d stretched out on either side of the couch were gripping the cushions in a death hold.
“Stroke me, baby,” he groaned. “Up and down like this.”
He released one of the cushions and wrapped his big hand around my smaller one, showing me what he wanted. Tight hold, long strokes up and down. Up and down. I could feel my ass rocking back against his knees in the same rhythm.
“You ever seen a man come?” he asked me.
I didn’t look at him, just shook my head and continued to stroke him. He leaned forward then, off the back of the couch, and with one motion took his shirt off. His bare chest was smooth. Two brown circles highlighted with pointed nipples drew my attention first, then the rippleof his abs. The chain he wore around his neck with the symbol hanging from it, ever present.
He held the shirt in one hand, while his other encouraged me to keep my rhythm.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice a low grunt.
“No way.” I was too focused on my hand, his hand, how much redder his cock was getting.
“Look at me, Jules.”
My eyes flicked up to his.
“You’re so hot right now. The way you’re looking at my dick. I’m going to make you come a few times. I’m not going to stop until you’re screaming for it.”
That was the plan.
“Harder now, baby. That’s it. Don’t be afraid. I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my cock. It’s going to feel so good by the time I get in there. But I’ll take this, baby. I’ll take your fucking hand and your fucking eyes on me. Faster, harder. Just like that. Just like…”
He pulled his shirt over our hands before I could see much. Just a spurt of something white erupting from his cock. His body shuddered underneath me and his hips snapped up like he was fucking into my fist.
Eventually, he settled, but I was still so keyed up I thought my skin was going to split at the seams.
“Now me,” I said, before he got so comfortable he fell asleep on the couch.
He smiled lazily. “I’m not going to let you hang. Stand up.”
Scrambling off his knees, I stood between his legs.
“You want to get naked? Let me see your pretty tits?”
I shook my head. Truth told, I had no idea if my tits were pretty or not.
