Page 90 of The Auction
We were doing this. Now. I was pot committed like in poker.
Except, all he did was open the second drawer of the bed stand and take out what I assumed was a bottle of lube. He poured the clear liquid into his hand and started to stroke himself. Until he was glassy and shiny with it.
“You want to see if you can come first?” he asked, his hand inching up the inside of my thigh.
I shook my head. “Too keyed up. Just do it.”
He seemed to accept that. Leaning over me he did kiss the top of my breast. Sucked the right nipple into his mouth. “Going to fuck these tits up next time, Jules.”
Whatever that meant.
He pulled my panties down over my hips, down my thighs, off my ankles and tossed them over his shoulder.
Then he was on the bed again. I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he moved himself between my legs, using his hands to spread them wider.
It was happening. Sex. Intercourse. Consummation.
That last word probably stuck in my head more than any of the others. Because that was the only way I’d ever imagined having sex. But this felt even bigger than that. My face was hot and he was staring down at the space between my legs.
“I don’t shave or…”
He put his hand over my mouth and my eyes went to him.
“You’re fucking perfect. We’ll try it nice and easy, okay?”
I nodded. I liked his hand there. It wasn’t covering my nose so I could breathe, but I felt like if I needed to make noises, then I could do it without embarrassing myself.
The first push of his cock inside me didn’t hurt. The second, though, there was maybe a sting. Then he just did that, like this shallow fuck, and I thought, looking at his face, that he was in agony.
“Jules?”
I nodded again and he did, too. He gathered his hands up under my ass and plunged deep.
“Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk. Oh, fuck. Shit. Fuck.”
I was pinned to the bed, his hips pressing down against mine. The mechanics didn’t work in my head until I realized he was inside me.
“Easy,” he murmured.
“Fuck you,” I said, but not with too much heat. “You’re in, right? Like all the way?”
“All the way, baby. You feel real nice.”
“Are you smiling at me, asshole?” I said, looking up into his face. “I’ve got something lodged under my ribcage and you’re smiling.”
“You lived,” he grunted. Then his hips pushed just a smidge as he added, “you fucking little virgin.”
Then it occurred to me. “Not anymore.”
“No, baby. This pussy is all mine now. Put your hands against the headboard and wrap your thighs around my waist as high as you can go.”
I did and felt him slide even deeper. The lube was definitely making it easier, but I felt him everywhere.
“Now just lie back and think of sugar beets, baby, while I fuck this pussy until I come.”
I laughed and pushed my hands harder against the headboard. He was rocking into me, not too hard, but hard enough to make my breasts bounce.
“Love your fucking tits,” he groaned, and bent down to suck a nipple into his mouth again.
