Page 98 of The Auction
There!
My orgasm blasted through me, a surprise each time it happened. That feeling like I’d gotten shot with a bullet except instead of hurting me it, it was…delicious. Still impactful. Still powerful, but so good that you just wanted to drag it out as long as you could.
“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “Love watching you come.”
I hummed in the back of my throat. “Soooo good.”
“Yeah, it is.” His voice got tight and he slammed his hips so hard I had to hold on to him or else fall off. I could feel the wetness seep between our legs as he came. In a second, he would move me off him, go get a wash towel from the bathroom to clean me up, and then let AP out so he could come back to bed with us.
But not right now. Right now he would just wrap his arms around me and bring my face into his neck, his face into mine. Like a nice, warm hug that said… thank you for fucking me real good.
“You getting worried yet?”he asked me.
We were standing over Runaway Creek, which felt more like a trickle than a creek at this point. We had water rights to the creek which fed the irrigation canals that ran less than a mile to our valley which ultimately irrigated our crops.
We shared those rights with the other farmers and cattle ranches in the area. But this wasn’t a case of someone diverting water they shouldn’t be.
We were all in the same boat.
Or, more appropriately, we are all on the same dry land.
I looked up to the sky which was still cloudless, but there was a change in the air, I thought. A hint of humidity that boded well.
“Storm’s coming,” I announced, as we made our way back to the truck.
“You know or you hope?” he asked me.
“Hey,” I said, hopping into the passenger side of his truck. “You know how you can smell me? I can smell a storm coming. It’s my super skill.”
“Baby, you’re super skill is giving head,” he said with a wink, as he started the engine. “But I’ll trust you on this one.”
“You know flattery will get you more blow jobs,” I told him.
“That’s what I’m hoping for.”
“You’re really, really good at oral too,” I told him with a smile, as we drove back to the farm.
“Baby,” he said, flashing a smile, “flattery will get you flat on your back.”
I was blissedout on the bed from multiple orgasms when I heard the first rumble of thunder.
“That what I think it is?” Creed asked. He walked in from the bathroom, with the warm washcloth and Patch on top of his shoulder. Creed’s skin was apparently impervious to kitten claws.
I spread my legs wide and let him drop the cloth between them to clean up all the wet stuff. Sure, I could do it myself, but where was the fun in that? Like I was getting special treatment from my man. Probably like how all those rich dudes felt in those happy ending places. Like I owned the universe.
“We should take a shower together,” I said, and closed my eyes.
“Now?”
“No, just on the list of things we need to do. I mean, we’ve had all our sex in bed. We need to venture out.”
He pulled AP off his shoulder and set him down on the pillow next to me. AP purred almost as loudly as the thunder rumbling overhead.
Creed tossed the washcloth into the hamper and dropped back onto the bed, careful not to jostle Patch too much. “Babe, I’ve fucked in a lot of places. Cars, showers, caves-”
“Caves?” I asked, blinking one eye open.
“You don’t want to know,” he told me, tossing a sheet over both of us. “My point is, it all might sound sexy, but the best place to fuck is in a big, warm bed. Trust me.”
