Auctioned

by Lulu Pratt

  He wound his hands in my hair, his lips traveling back down to my neck, where he ravished me with kisses I knew would turn into hickeys on my delicate skin. I urged him on, buckling my knees tighter around him and pushing his face up against me, my hand splayed across the back of his head.

  “Oh, Tate!”

  Words and sounds beyond my control were escaping my throat. If I’d been in my right mind, I might’ve been a bit embarrassed at the early morning susurrations, but as it was, I was much too distracted by the handsome man who was unclasping my bra.

  Tate spun me off the wall and onto a long nearby couch, the warm tweed of its fabric a surprise. He deftly removed my bra with one hand. It flew through the air like a red sash, wiggling as it went.

  “Fuck,” he panted, gazing down at my ample breasts.

  “You like?”

  “Are you kidding?”

  I suppose I didn’t really require a verbal answer. Tate told me everything I needed to know by diving for my breasts, cupping them in his enormous hands, and pinching the left nipple as he suckled at the right.

  As his mouth worked furiously at my tit, I tilted my face to the ceiling, letting it drop on the back of the couch. His fingers moved away from my left nipple, and as they did, I heard his pants being unzipped. I looked back down at Tate, and saw that he had a hand in his underwear and was touching himself, stroking his cock like he was discovering it for the first time.

  While he continued ministering to my rack, I took my hand off his shoulder, traveling it down to my groin, slipping a finger under the red lace and onto my clit.

  “Jesus!” I cried out, loving the surge of pleasure that dominated me.

  Tate pulled away from my breast, long enough to see that I was frantically rubbing my nub.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he demanded.

  “Oh yeah, does it get you hot?”

  “Kiki,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Don’t play games. You know it’s sexy as hell.”

  While he was talking, he’d maneuvered out of his pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor by his side. I stared at his dick in utter awe.

  I hadn’t seen many dicks in my life — and had never taken any of them inside me — but I knew that this one was massive, at least eight inches long by a conservative estimate.

  “Your cock… it’s huge…” I gasped in amazement.

  Not to mention, it was throbbing hard, his veins coursing with excitement.

  After only a second of staring down at his impressive manhood and touching myself, I felt an orgasm seize hold of my limbs.

  “I’m coming!” I screamed, bearing down as the ecstasy surged through my body, taking root in parts of myself I didn’t even know existed.

  Tate moved until he was hovering over me, his eyes holding mine as I let myself succumb to waves of happiness. He wore a devilish grin.

  At last, my orgasm subsided.

  “That was amazing,” I breathed.

  “It was even better to watch.”

  “Tate…” I let the words trail off before getting to the point. “I want you to fuck me. Take my virginity. Please. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

  His eyes lit up. I guess he hadn’t banked on this moment, even as I’d felt its inevitability.

  “Are you certain?” he asked. “There’s no pressure.”

  “I’m positive. If I don’t have you, right now, I might explode.”

  Tate looked satisfied with this answer. Well, actually, he looked delighted, but same difference.

  “I can’t take your virginity on a couch,” he explained. “We better go to my bedroom.”

  He scooped me up once more, but this time in a cradle hold, so that I was perpendicular to his body, one arm at the back and the other behind my knees. As he walked forward, he pressed more kisses to my neck and bosom. I groaned, both at the sensations and the promise of future delight.

  Finally, he kicked open a door and threw me down onto a bed. I had only a moment to think that the room was surprisingly sparse but in good taste before I felt Tate between my legs, his tongue at my entrance.

  I lay with my eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure I was enjoying. One hand moved along my leg and wrapped around my thigh, holding me in place, and the other between my legs, spreading my folds apart. His tongue moved around my clit and I could feel shots of electricity travel through my body from his skillful caresses.

  “Tate,” I breathed unevenly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer. I need you to fuck me.”

  “Now?”

  I grabbed his chin and tilted it up to meet my gaze. “Yes.”

  He grinned and grabbed a condom from his nightstand table. I watched as he unrolled the condom along his length. For the first time since our first kiss, I was a little nervous. How was that large cock going to fit inside me? I then caught him looking at me, and I relaxed. It was going to be okay.

  In the blink of an eye, Tate had shifted up my body until his member was hovering right above my pussy.

  “If it hurts,” he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “let me know.”

  With that, Tate placed his cock at my entrance. He pushed gently into me, moving in and out slowly, a little further inside each time. I could finally feel his hips against the back of my legs and he was inside me. He stopped moving.

  “You okay?”

  I smiled.

  I’d never experienced anything like it. There was no pain, only the overwhelming feeling of rightness, as though some long-simmering yen was finally being satiated. I lifted my legs up in the air, forcing him deeper inside me.

  “How’s this?” he asked, penetrating me further.

  “Faster, harder. I want more of you.”

  Tate licked his lips. “My, you’re a dirty girl.”

  “Maybe you just make me that way.” I giggled and trailed my fingernails down his back. “Stop stalling. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, until I’m screaming. Okay?”

  By way of response, Tate lifted me up off the bed and flipped me onto my stomach, grabbing my thighs to drag my ass into the air.

  “Is this what you want, you naughty little thing?” he asked, before plunging his hard shaft into my slit.

  “You know it is,” I cried out, screaming from at both the taunt and the feeling of him moving inside me.

  He slapped my ass and said, “You’re gonna come for me again.”

  “How?” I asked. It felt like my legs had been quivering on the couch only moments ago.

  “Like this.”

  Tate pulled out for a moment, and I had to twist my head out of the enormous pillows and all the way to the side to see that he was reaching into the drawer of the nightstand again. From within its depths, he took something… I couldn’t see what.

  “What is that?”

  He twirled it in his fingers, bringing it close to my mouth.

  “It’s a gold vibrator. Shane and the others gave it to me as a joke recently and I only found it now when I got out the condom,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna use it on you.”

  Okay, the logical part of me knew that this was totally what we in the business — the business of being poor, that is — would call Rich People Bullshit. But at the same time, I was sure that I didn’t give a fuck. I was way past being all high and mighty, and anything that expensive had to feel amazing.

  “I want it,” I said at last, as we both knew I would.

  He put the vibrator close to my face. It really did look like something out of Star Trek.

  “Put it in your mouth,” he instructed me.

  How had I gone from being a virgin only a few short minutes ago, to now this, to putting a golden sex toy in my mouth? Can a person change that quickly?

  But regardless of my shock, I took the toy between my lips, lapping at its shiny edges.

  “Good,” he said. “Get ready.”

  He pressed my face back down into the pillow, and I heard a faint buzz as the vibrator started up.


  And then I felt it touch my clit.

  “OH MY GOD,” I shrieked at the top of my lungs. “It’s incredible!”

  Just as the breath was leaving my mouth, Tate doubled the intensity by thrusting his long cock back between my legs, inside my womanhood.

  It was all happening at once — Tate, filling me close to bursting from behind, and the vibrator, teasing my clit with its sheer power. I wouldn’t be able to last for long.

  “Tate,” I managed to spit out. “If you don’t ease up, I’m gonna come again, and soon.”

  “Do it. I’m close, too.”

  I could feel from the shakiness in his hindquarters that he meant it. His sweat dripped down onto my ass, tempting me closer and closer to the edge.

  I think I felt his orgasm before he did — there was a specific tightening in his cock, as though it was getting back up with energy and lust.

  So when he leaned down to whisper, “I’m about to come,” I wasn’t surprised. In fact, I’d been holding myself back from an orgasm for at least half a minute, using willpower I didn’t know I possessed.

  Believe me when I say, I was ready.

  “Let’s orgasm together,” I moaned, forcing the vibrator deeper into my folds. “Now!”

  And all at once, we were reaching the very heights of ecstasy. Tate buckled over me as he let loose a loud cry. He’d pulled out just in time, rolling off the condom, and I turned over to receive his seed spreading beneath him as he sprayed his sticky whiteness onto my breasts, covering me in his pleasure. As he did so, my orgasm redoubled from the sheer excitement, sending another wave of thrills through me.

  At long last, when we were both spent, he plopped down next to me on the pillow, his arm coming to encircle my body as I nuzzled my head into his chest.

  “So?” he asked, still regaining his breath. “How was your first time?”

  “Tate.”

  “What?”

  “You don’t even need to ask.”

  He inclined his head to mine, and I saw that his face wore a wicked grin.

  “You’re right,” he agreed. “I know you fucking loved it.”

  CHAPTER 21

  Tate

  OKAY, SO, not to be dramatic but… that was the best sex of my life, period. And just for comparison’s sake, please know that I’ve had more than my fair share of romantic encounters. When I tell you I’d never known the human body could experience so many sensations at once, understand that up until that moment of union, I thought I’d experienced the whole gamut and then some.

  It was the physical pleasure, absolutely. The way Kiki had felt around my shaft was perfect, as though we were made for one another. But beyond that, there was a deeper connection, one that seemed to accentuate and elevate every other sensation. Was it emotional? Spiritual, perhaps? In any case, it felt like a vein of pure gold in the mountain of my heart.

  And despite how animalistic I’d been during sex, as though my primal forefather had taken over and made me mount her like we were two wild stallions, I knew that she’d simultaneously brought out something rather tender in me.

  I put the kibosh on my racing thoughts. There’s a beautiful girl next to you, I reminded myself. Stop being so preoccupied with what you two are, and start enjoying the moment.

  “Fifteen-minute hydration break, and then a round two?” I questioned hopefully.

  She sighed, laying a hand on my naked chest. “As much as I would like that,” she said, her hand trailing down just above my cock, causing it somehow jump in anticipation, “I have a shift today. But thank you. This night has been perfect.”

  I laughed, and reminded her, “Kiki, you have a million dollars now. You don’t need to go to work. Stay here — I’ll get us some breakfast, we can have a rest.”

  At this, she sat up stick-straight, drawing the sheets around her body to cover herself. Her face had morphed in an instant, going from sleepy pleasure to etched concern.

  “I’m sorry,” I said hastily, rising so that my back was up against the headboard. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “This sex wasn’t transactional. Was it?” Her voice rung with worry.

  “No, of course not. It was way deeper. Um, for me.”

  “Good, because it was deeper for me too,” she admitted.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah,” Kiki exhaled. “Which is why I can’t possibly take your money.”

  “Wait… what?”

  I reeled back. How could this be her conclusion? We’d just spent a magnificent evening together, and she’d gotten more than enough to cover her father’s debt. Why was Kiki messing with this?

  “Kiki,” I began, intent on changing her mind. “I have plenty of money, you know that, money that just gets wasted on stupid shit. You earned this cash, and I want you to take it.”

  “Earned?” she shot back. “What’s that mean?”

  “No, I’m not — I’m saying, you did the virginity sale, you did everything you were supposed to do, and you shouldn’t have to forfeit the money just because—”

  “Because what, because we had sex? I thought we both just agreed it was more than that.”

  How was this getting so twisted?

  “Yes, of course it was! That’s not what I’m getting at. I mean, you can’t do this sale a second time, since you’re no longer, y’know, a virgin. And you deserve that money.”

  She grimaced. “No.”

  “Please. Just… consider it a year-end bonus, if you don’t want to think of it as being paid for sex.”

  “Oh, so now this was what, just me sleeping with my boss? Somehow that’s not much better.”

  God, she was as stubborn as an ox, so set in her principles. Maybe that’s why she’s broke, I reflected. Most rich people never felt that bound to any kind of moral code.

  Kiki leapt up from the bed, yanking the sheets off me and twirling them around her body until she was draped from head to toe in starched white, her entire figure concealed from me. I missed the sight already, even though I’d gazed upon — and touched — her breasts, her mound, only moments ago.

  “Kiki—”

  “I don’t know why you’re not getting this,” she interrupted with a shake of her head. “I might be poor as fuck, but money still isn’t the most important thing in the world.”

  “You have debts,” I countered.

  “Yeah, I’m well aware! Why are you lording your money over me like this?”

  I’d never experienced such a sharp sting of rejection in my life, especially not when it came to my cash. Everyone in my circle wanted my funds before they wanted me, as a person.

  “I just want to do right by you,” I replied in earnest.

  Her lips pursed with disappointment. I felt myself plummet in her estimation.

  “I have to go,” she said, voice stony and implacable. “Like I said, I have work.”

  “Please stay.”

  She sighed, and just like that, she went from soft to hard, as though she were an alloy shifting forms.

  “Tate, I’m not mad. I’m just… this is a difficult situation to navigate. I’ve felt so many things tonight, more than I really knew I could experience in such a short amount of time. And I need time to process it. I get that you’re trying to do the right thing, but between you being super rich and my boss, it’s just… it’s gonna take me a second to think this through.”

  Kiki leaned down to the bed and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to turn and make it a full-blown smooch on the lips, but thought it best not to push my luck.

  With that, she dropped the sheet around her ankles, affording me one more glimpse of her glorious curves before turning on a heel and walking out, presumably to fetch her clothes.

  Well, fuck me.

  I’d messed it up, but there was no use in chasing after her now. She’d been pretty clear she needed time to think things through, and pursuing her wouldn’t change that.

  I was wondering how much longer my heart would ache when my smart watch beeped —
I had an incoming phone call from an unknown number at this early hour.

  “Jesus,” I said under my breath.

  Should I answer it?

  I weighed the options for a moment before at last deciding that it would at least get me out of my head.

  “Hello?”

  “It’s Mac.”

  Oh. “Hi, Mac. Can I help you with something?”

  “The money.”

  His words were clipped and business-like. I reflected that this was rather different than the persona he adopted in the secret meetings. Maybe that was all an act to keep us in the dark vis-à-vis his actual ability. Or, perhaps he just got serious around money.

  How would I explain this?

  “Kiki has decided she doesn’t want the money.”

  “Kiki?”

  “The girl.” Man, how could he not even remember her name?

  “Oh, oh, right, Kiki. Well, I know you’re bullshitting me. No chick turns down money, especially not if she prostituted herself for it.”

  “She didn’t prostitute herself. We… made love.”

  He let out a loud belching laugh. “Okay now I know you’re just yanking my chain.”

  “I’m dead serious, Mac. Hell, I tried to convince her to take the money, for the sake of my own conscience, but she wouldn’t do it. If you don’t believe me, ring her up — I’m sure she’ll tell you the same thing.”

  “I don’t care what some ho will tell me!” he snapped.

  “Don’t use that word.”

  “Whatever you wanna call her, Tate, you still need to pay.”

  “Why? That doesn’t make any sense. If she’s refusing the money, why would I pay?”

  Mac’s teeth were audibly gnashing on the other end of the line.

  “You moron, the house takes forty percent of the money from the sale,” Mac hissed. “You think I put that shit on for free, just because? Of course there’s something in it for me.”

  I balked. “You never told anyone that. I mean, I guess we all knew there was a chance you were taking a cut, but forty percent? That’s insane, that’s almost half. It’s not fair, to the buyers or to the girls.”