Page 58 of The Auction
“Okay, take off the overalls and your underwear, then come back and sit on my legs like you were.”
With two shucks of the straps at my shoulders the overalls fell to my feet. The t-shirt I wore underneath fell to my thighs. It was one of his. When I did the wash these days, I always swiped at least one for myself because the cotton was softer then my old cheap shirts. Sliding my fingers up underneath the hem of the shirt, I tucked them into the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs, kicking them off with my feet.
I caught another glance of his face. Those flaming red splotches were still there on his cheekbones. He reached out to me and helped me climb back onto his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pressed into the back of the couch. Bare ass cheeks resting on his knees. My nipples were hard. Maybe he could at least see that through the thin material of my bra.
Then he lifted his hand toward my mouth. He cupped my chin in his palm and slid his fingers over my lips. They still felt a little raw from earlier when we were making out. He pushed his finger past my lips.
“Suck it into your mouth.”
I did as instructed, although that wasn’t where I wanted his fingers.
“Yesss,” he hissed. Then he pulled his hand away and put both of them on the inside of my thighs. Stroking the skin there. Moving higher to where I wanted him. One hand slipped under the shirt, so I couldn’t see his hand, until I felt it. Brushing my pussy lips, separating them. Then his finger pressed into my body and it felt like this hot and heavy intrusion. Like it had before, only better, because this time I knew what to expect. I fell forward and bracedboth my hands on his shoulders while he slid his finger in and out.
In and out. In and out. Nothing else. Just that.
“It’s not happening!” I said, or maybe shouted. That tingling feeling. The sense that something was coming was there, but it wasn’t going anywhere.
“Just feel this, Jules. I’m fucking you with my finger. Remember when I told you cock feels good? This is like that. Just enjoy it.”
Only, I didn’t enjoy it. Not really. His finger felt big and intrusive. Relentless. But after a second I could feel my hips cooperating with him. He was pushing into me and I was rocking into it.
“There you go, baby. Fuck my finger. Just like that. Now I’m going to add another. It will be tight, but keep fucking it.”
“Ahhhh!” It was tight. And it pinched and I almost pulled away, but now his thumb was there, on that spot that I didn’t know how to touch. Just brushing it lightly at first as his fingers went deeper and deeper.
“That’s my girl, you’re so fucking hot.”
There was no humility in this. I had both of my hands on top of his shoulders, digging my fingers in hard while I bounced on his fingers and his thumb teased me and teased me. He steadied me with one hand around my rib cage, just under my breasts, and then the teasing was done and his thumb hit that spot and held it there until I went off.
“Fuck,” I whispered. It felt so fucking good. Better than I imagined any drug. This was why they called it a sin. This was why you had to resist it. Because this urgent, floaty liquid feeling coursing through my body was fucking delicious.
“Baby,” he whispered, sliding his fingers frommy body, sucking them into his mouth like they were covered in honey. “Now give me a kiss and go up to your room, or, swear to God, I will fucking tear you apart with my dick.”
I leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, swipe my tongue against his quickly. Then I was pushing myself off his legs, gathering up my overalls and running upstairs to the safety of my bedroom.
It was only once I was in my bedroom, the door closed, while I panted with relief or exertion or whatever…that I realized I’d left my panties behind.
We weren’t rich. I only had so many pairs of clean cotton underwear.
However, I was willing to sacrifice them to the cause.
FIFTEEN
JULIETTE
We werein his truck driving into town. A normal day of chores and shit that needed to get done.
It had been a few days since the whole couch scene. (Forty-six hours and twenty-eight minutes, but who was counting?) He had been Mr. Fucking Chipper the next morning and had kissed me directly on the lips before he handed me my first mug of coffee.
But other than that, I hadn’t given much more ground.
It was becoming obvious, though, as the weeks went by, that I needed to start thinking about what winning looked like in all of this.
I didn’t hate Creed. You couldn’t hate someone who worked so damn hard every day for the success of the farm. He studied like crazy. He wasn’t afraid to put his own money on the line. One of the reasons we were going into town was because he wanted to replace some of our older equipment with newer stuff, along with some spare parts for the tractor.
I just couldn’t succumb to this vision he had of us. Likehe literally thought we would be business partners who ran a farm, fucked around, and had kids at some point.
“Did you ever think about falling in love some day?”
