Highest Bidder Club: Complete Collection 1-5

Chapter 6

Easton

It takes every ounce of my restraint to stop myself from claiming my prize but, as much as she belongs to me now, I don’t want anything she’s not eager to give. I enjoy drawing out her passion, hearing her small gasps, and feeling her shivers. But I’m not made of stone, even though my cock is that hard; pulsing against her pussy as she wriggles against me.

As much as I want to keep kissing her, I need to look at her again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I grip her hips and slip out of the eager hold she has on my shoulders. The top part of her sheer gown pools around her slender waist and I swallow hard at the perfection of her small, pert tits. I run a thumb over each one, raising her nipples to tight peaks. She lets out a breathy sigh, and the sound shoots straight to my cock.

“Does that feel good, Sloane?” I ask. I love saying her name while she writhes against me, desperate.

She nods, licking her lower lip, plump and pink from my hungry kisses. It’s torture, but I can go as long as I have to in order to hear her plead for me to fuck her.

“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine shyly. She pushes down hard against my cock, those glazed eyes rolling back in her head. “That, too.”

I brush her long hair behind her shoulders, marveling at the way the low light catches the golden strands among the darker auburn. I place a kiss on each shoulder, then lean back to slide my fingers between her thighs. When I trace along her slit over the fabric, the tiny scrap of satin is soaked, hiding nothing. Her blue eyes fly open and she gasps.

“Hasn’t anyone ever touched you here?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “You know I’m a virgin.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean—”

Her cheeks are crimson, almost as fiery as her hair, as she stops me. “No. No one’s ever—you’re the first.”

“Good,” I say, deeply satisfied with her answer. She’s well and truly mine, and I’ll make sure she never forgets it.

Her body rocks back and forth with the movement of my fingers and I finally grow impatient enough to tear the annoying panties off and toss them aside. I cup her wet warmth and kiss her deeply. As soon as she parts her lips for my tongue, I push my fingers inside her slippery cunt. We both gasp.

“Christ, you’re so tight,” I say as she moans.

“Please,” she says. I freeze and she grips my shirt and pulls, snapping open a few buttons. “Please. I’m ready. So ready, Easton.”

I push deeper, stretching her, then ease out to circle her clit. She pulls again, popping the last few buttons to shove my shirt off my shoulders. Her hands run up and down my chest as I make her body ready for me.

“What are you ready for, little girl?” I ask, as desperate as she is, and barely holding on to my restraint. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

I still my hand and lean back, waiting. Her blue eyes flare and she almost growls at me. She’s a tiger now, but a shy one. “You can say it,” I urge. I take her hand and place it on my cock that’s about to burst free of my pants. “Believe me, baby, I want you just as much.” I grab her hair and pull her face roughly to mine. “Even more,” I tell her, kissing her as she tugs at my zipper.

All those months of sneaking glances at her, the sleepless nights of fantasizing about her, barely able to watch her lips as she spoke during her presentations because all I could imagine was having them wrapped around my cock, and now she’s struggling to get into my pants.

I struggle to stop myself from flipping her onto her back and plunging inside her tight little pussy.

My cock is free and she runs her thumb over the moisture at the tip, then slides her palm down the length as she grips me.

“It’s bigger than I imagined,” she says.

I let go of her hair and laugh. “Have you thought about my cock? In the office?”

Is my good little girl naughtier than I realize?

“Maybe,” she slowly admits, her eyes lifting to catch mine. She wiggles herself against me.

Pushing my fingers deeper inside her, I erase her mischievous smile and replace it with slack-jawed lust. Hanging on by a thread, I work her pussy until she’s panting, too caught up in what I’m making her feel to keep toying with my cock. As she gets closer, I become entranced by the way her body trembles as I bring her to the edge. I can’t wait until she comes, but I could watch her forever.

Her breathing grows faster, and she drops her head to my shoulder, clinging to my arms. Using just my fingertips, I rub harder and whisper for her to come. She repeats my name through clenched teeth, digging her nails into my biceps.

“Let go. It’s going to be amazing,” I promise, circling her swollen nub.

With a shudder, Sloane tips her head back, letting out a primal sound as she rocks against my hand. No one could ever be more beautiful than Sloane as I make her come.

When she collapses against me, I lift her off my lap and lay her on the couch. Her body is limp but there’s a smile on her face and she pushes the nightgown down around her waist and drops it on the floor. I stand and look down at her, glowing and slightly rumpled, her legs spread and her hands reaching for me.

“More,” she demands, eyes zoning in on my cock.

I step out of my pants and boxers and lower myself on top of her, balancing with my arms so that our bodies are only an inch apart.

“You know what you have to do,” I tell her, smiling at her frustration. “Even though I own you, I refuse to take what you don’t want to give.”

She doesn’t need the reminder, but I enjoy saying it. I want it to be real, forever, not just this one night. I have to close my eyes for a moment against her rosy cheeks and eager eyes.

“Please fuck me, Easton,” she says. “I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. Make me feel that good again.”

That’s all I need; all I can stand. I pull her close and she wraps her legs around my hips. It’s her first time, and I want to take it slow, but she lifts and my cock slams into her tight little hole. No stopping now. I plunge in, impaling her with a single thrust. Once I’m deep inside her warm pussy, I freeze, my cock pulsing for more, but I’ve already moved too fast. She’s a virgin, for God’s sake. I strain against the urge to pound her hard and fast until I fill her with my seed.

“I’m okay,” she says, kissing my neck and then my shoulder. She moves beneath me, gripping her thighs tighter around me. “I’m ready. So ready.”

Her sighs make it impossible to hold back. With her arms securely around my neck, I move inside her, as eager as she is to draw out her pleasure.

“Your pussy is so tight,” I groan. “Damn it, Sloane, no one’s ever felt so good.”

Her head tips back from her hiding place against my shoulder and her shy smile is almost smug. Then I drive deep and her eyes flutter shut while her fingers curl in my hair. I breathe deeply, committing her strawberry shampoo scent to my memory. If this is the last time I have this perfect girl, I want to savor every moment.

I move slowly, enjoying the sight of her silky auburn hair spread across the couch under the dim chandelier. She was always the opposite of the typical redhead around the office. Shy, retired, her voice quiet so that I’d have to lean close. I never minded.

She moves beneath me, raking her nails up and down my back. When I slip my fingers between our sweaty bodies to find her clit, she clamps her teeth into my shoulder.

“Oh,” she gasps, seeming shocked at what she’s done. “Sorry.”

“Never be sorry, my beautiful girl,” I tell her, delighting in her pinking cheeks. “Show me how good I make this hot little body of yours feel.”

She nods and sighs; “But what about you?”

I can’t help but laugh as I ram my cock into her slippery cunt again. It’s cut off by a groan as she grips me tighter than a vise. “Don’t worry about that. Being inside you is…” I trail off, losing my train of thought when she nips at me again. “Oh, my sweet little girl, I can’t hold back much longer.”

Her moans increase as I circle her plump, juicy bud and pound her harder. I close my eyes, transported, until she screams. Then they fly open. I have to watch her face as I make her mine. Her wild sounds mix with my roar of ecstasy as I release my seed deep inside her. God, it feels like I’m the virgin. Like this is the first time that matters.

I don’t want to stop, but soon her tense muscles go limp. Her arms slide off my shoulders and her head falls back against the cushions. I rest my head in the crook of her neck, savoring every last pulse of her pussy. Finally, I collapse against her, quickly rolling to the side.

Bereft without her hot skin against mine, I reach out and drag her close. She nestles her cheek against my chest and strokes the arm I wrap around her. The rapid beat of her heart flutters in her neck, and she pants, causing the little puffs of air to cool my skin.

This isn’t over. She’s still mine. I carry her to the bedroom and settle her under the covers. I’m about to kiss her when her stomach growls. Her cheeks burn and she buries her face in her hands.

I gently pull them away. “I’m starving,” I say, patting her through the blankets. “Stay right here.”

Moving quickly through the big house, I race to the kitchen and throw together a snack before round two. Having a few minutes away from the distraction of her body makes me wonder why she’s even here. What drove her to that auction? She’s a hard worker, and clearly interested in getting ahead in finance. Although she is not as brash as the other intern; Sloane’s work stands out even though she’s not showy in her presentations. She dresses well—a bit too modestly for my depraved tastes since I had always craved to see more of her—but never seemed obsessed with designer goods. Why did she suddenly throw away a career I know she wants?

I bring the tray of crackers, cheese, and fruit to my bed and get in beside her with the food between us. Plucking a raspberry from the plate, I bring it to her lips and she parts them, letting me place it on her tongue.

Her smile makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Things I worry that I won’t be able to handle.

“What percentage do you get from that auction?” I ask, my voice coming out harsher than I intend.

Her chewing stops and her face floods with color. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed,” I say as I take her hand and kiss each fingertip. “I was there as well.”

She shakes her head hard enough that her hair whips into her face, and I can’t help but brush it away. I can’t keep my hands off her for a second.

“That’s the thing,” she says, distraught. “You weren’t supposed to be there. Kate overheard you declining Mr. Antonov’s invitation.” She groans and shakes her head again. “Oh, forget I said that. It doesn’t matter now.”

I clearly remember the other intern hovering outside my office door on the day Nikol had twisted my arm into going to his club. She would have known I’d be there. “Is she the one who told you about the auction?” After swallowing hard and refusing to answer, I tip up her chin to see her eyes are full of pain. “Tell me,” I say.

“Yes. She knew how much I needed money. Mr. Stanhope—I mean, Easton, please believe I never would have—”

Tears fill her eyes and I hold another berry to her trembling lips. “Don’t,” I say, struggling to hide my anger. None of it is aimed at her, but I fully intend to fire a certain someone first thing Monday morning. “Don’t you dare feel ashamed.” I smile, begging her with my eyes to return it. “I would have fired you soon and found a way to be with you anyway. This just saved me some time.”

She bites back a short laugh. “It didn’t save you any money, though.”

“I have plenty of money,” I assure her. “And you’re priceless.”

We continue to eat, and the story slowly unfolds. My anger increases when I learn about the scum who swindled her grandmother. I tell her how I first learned about investing. I was still in high school and a similar situation happened to my family. Filled with anger, I read every book I could get my hands on and studied the market, eventually taking what little we had left after the con and doubled, then tripled it. Ultimately ending up where I am today.

She looks at me with pride and gratitude in her eyes, making my heart swell. “Easton?” she asks, moving aside our empty snack plate.

I ease my hand into her lustrous hair and pull her close. “What is it, my sweet little girl?”

Our lips are so close that I can feel her breath mingle with mine. Her voice drops to a sultry whisper. “I just want you to know I would have given you my virginity for free.”

I lean back to bark out a laugh, but the gleam in her eyes makes me quiet down as my cock grows hard. She reaches under the sheets and wraps her hand around my shaft, making me pull her roughly to me.

“I can’t wait for round two,” she says, right before my lips crash onto hers.

She doesn’t have to wait long.