Boy Toy Auction

by C. A. Harms

  My night should have been filled with the company of a green-eyed beauty. By now we’d have already shared dinner, maybe a few drinks. I would have taken her back to her place, or hell, even mine, where I’d give her the chance to keep things casual, though I presume she wouldn’t. I could sense the way her body reacted to my touch that she isn’t a woman who wants to remain simple acquaintances.

  I walk the half a block to my car, and once I climb inside, I pull out my phone and bring up Emerson's number.

  Nicholas: Did you wait for me?

  After I hit send, I wait for her response. With each passing second, I grow even more anxious. Just as I’m about to send a second message, my phone vibrates, and an image fills the screen.

  “Fuck me,” I mumble as I turn my phone from one side to the other trying to gain the best angle. “Is that lace?” I am sitting in my car in the dark talking to myself, but fuck, I will own that shit. I am not ashamed to look a little crazy. Not when I have this image now embedded in my mind.

  Emerson: I was just about to give up on you and satisfy this ache I feel all on my own.

  A sound escapes me that resembles a weep as another image comes through of her tiny hand slipping just beneath the waistband of the sexiest fucking pair of lace panties I’ve ever seen.

  I hit the phone icon, and the call connects to my Bluetooth as I start my car and throw it in drive.

  “What, no more texting?” Her words sound breathless and I wonder where the hell this sexy little vixen came from.

  “Can’t type and drive, baby,” I say as I turn the corner and punch the gas. “You waiting for me, or are you touching yourself?”

  When she moans my foot slips off the gas and I grip my steering wheel tighter.

  “You’re gonna cause a wreck, Emerson.”

  “Are you having difficulty concentrating?”

  “Any man would with those sounds filling his ear.” The streets of Chicago had never before seemed so long. “You can warm up all you want, but you should know that I’ll be taking over once I get there.”

  “That’s what I’m hoping.”

  “You sure that’s what you want, Em?” If she says no at this point, I swear to god I’ll fucking cry. “I need you to consider very carefully that the moment you allow me inside your body, I will be revisiting, often. Whenever the opportunity prevails, I’ll be making you scream out my name.”

  “Sounds yummy.”

  I roll past her apartment building slowly as I search for the first available parking space. “Where the hell did the shy girl I left only a few hours ago go?”

  “She got turned on for the second time in a row and then left alone again to allow that arousal to build to dangerous heights.”

  “Remind me to turn you on often.”

  “Something tells me that would take minimal effort.” I can almost see the smile on her lips. “The code is four, one, six, two, and Nic, hurry up. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”

  Then the call ends and I practically sprint toward the entrance of her apartment building. My hands shake with all the adrenaline coursing through me as I attempt to punch in the code on the keypad near the doors.

  It takes three attempts, but the moment that door opens I feel my legs begin to shake.

  Emerson

  I don’t know what came over me. Wait, I take that back, I know exactly what caused this flip within me.

  My father.

  The arrogant asshole had not only planned my evening with Rodger on Sunday, but also took it upon himself to arrange a series of events and made it my responsibility to accompany this man I didn’t know. Dinners, luncheons, and even a spa treatment. I was beyond irritated when the confirmations of all those occasions began chiming in my email. Now my father won’t take my calls. Instead, he sent a follow-up email reminding me of all the things he funds in my life and will continue to support if, and only if, I continue to do the job I’m paid to complete.

  What I don’t understand is how being an escort is part of my title. I feel dirty and it disgusts me.

  This is yet another man he is attempting to shove down my throat.

  I’ve stewed over it since I received those notifications. Anger and irritation were only growing within me, which triggered a call to Gianna, and that’s precisely where this new found freedom stems from. Gianna has a way of reminding me that I’m in control of myself and my actions. She also told me that I have a very handsome and willing man at my disposal, not to forget a night of probably the best sex of my life waiting.

  That leads me up to now. Here I am, lying in bed in my favorite pair of panties with matching bra awaiting the arrival of what sounded like a very turned on man. This is like an out of body experience, so different from anything I’ve ever done before. It feels amazing.

  The sound of my front door closing alerts me to his arrival and my body begins to shake with anticipation. I have never in my life wanted to feel a man’s hands on me as I do right now. Nic screams orgasm with just a simple grin.

  The lighting in my apartment is dim, but the shadow of his body fills the doorway of my bedroom. I part my legs in invitation, only he doesn’t move toward me. Instead, he watches me closely. He’s already removed his shirt, and his pants are unbuckled, showing the Calvin Klein waistband of his boxers beneath.

  His arms are extended well above his head, bracing his body on the doorframe. It’s like a dirty erotic movie or commercial unfolding before my eyes. He is absolute perfection. Seeing him here like this, standing before me, only makes me want him more. I didn’t think that was even possible after the way my body felt when he left me last night. He’s like a heavy dose of the most potent aphrodisiac. One sweet taste and I’m left craving more and more.

  “You shouldn’t leave your apartment door unlocked.” His voice is low and husky.

  “Are you honestly going to stand there and lecture me? Or are you gonna give me what I need?”

  He still didn’t move.

  “What are you waiting for?” I need him to come to me before I crawl from this bed and leap into his arms, most likely embarrassing myself in the process.

  “I’m just taking you in.”

  Well, I’m ready to take you in, I thought to myself.

  “You truly are a beautiful woman, Emerson.” He finally starts to move further into my room, carefully rounding the end of the bed and pausing at the side, keeping his eyes locked with mine the entire way. It looks almost as if he is planning the best way to attack. “Do you realize that?”

  Um, what was the question?

  “There is a confident, strong woman inside of you, but when it comes to this,” he motions between the two of us, “the intimate side of things, you seem so fragile and timid. Though I admit this right here is a change of events for sure.”

  I’m not sure how much I like the idea that this man can read me so quickly.

  “You know what you want, I can see that. But for some reason, you fear taking it.” Is he still referring to the intimacy? “I wanna be the man who shows you how to demand what you crave.”

  Yes, please.

  Nic reaches out and traces the contour of my knee just on the inside, moving slightly up my thigh. The shaky reaction it inflicts is so much more than the one I had moments ago. This is intense to the point where I can visibly see my leg trembling beneath his touch.

  “Why are you trembling?” My gaze meets his, and I do my best to hide my surprised reaction. “Are you nervous?” he asks, pausing, demanding I respond. I nod my head, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. “You don’t have to be. I want you to let go and give in to what you feel. Don’t hesitate, don’t think, feel.”

  I am lost in the mix of his words and the feel of his fingertips as they continue along their trail upward. My body jerks in response when he reaches the edge of my panties, on the inside of my thigh, and applies just a little more pressure.

  “I can already feel how turned on you are,” he whispers as he stares where his finger now
rests. “The heat of your body, the tremors of need.” He grins, seeming very pleased with the way I am reacting to his movements. “Your senses are already so heightened. I knew you would be this responsive. I knew we’d be explosive together.”

  I watch him closely, wondering for a moment what he is referring too.

  “I wanna take things slow our first time,” he says huskily. “I want to memorize every dip, taste every inch.” The way his eyes rake over me make me feel like I’m the most beautiful creature in the world. He makes me feel powerful. “I’m just not sure I can hold back, because looking at you now, so inviting, it's doing crazy unimaginable things to my control.”

  In the last twenty-four hours, this man has managed to make me feel more desired and appreciated than any man I have ever met.

  “Then let go of that control and just feel,” I repeat his words from earlier right back to him. His gaze locks on mine and I can visibly see him attempting to fight some inner battle with himself. That rise and fall of his chest, the way he fists his hands then releases them at his sides, they are all signs of his struggle.

  “You may regret telling me to let go.”

  “No, I won’t, I just wanna feel you,” I assure him. “All of you.”

  For only a second I watch as he attempts to remain calm, and then it’s like something inside of him snaps. He moves in quickly, his mouth covering my own as his hands begin to explore. I immediately feel how turned on he is when he shifts his hips and his erection presses against my thigh.

  I want to feel him too, to explore him as he mentioned before, but my mind is spinning as he continues to work me over. I feel him everywhere; no part of me is going untouched.

  With shaking hands, I reach for the waistband of his boxers and as my hand slips beneath, I feel his cock. He is hard as steel. A deep groan escapes him as he begins to shift his hips, moving his hardness through my palm at a slow and teasing pace. I remain just where I am and allow him to take only what he needs. There is something so raw about this moment, the way he is using me to get the pleasure he craves.

  He is crazed, like a man who has denied himself something for far too long and now all hope of control is lost.

  “I wanna feel your mouth on me.” The low demand in his words does something unexplainable to me, and suddenly there is nothing I want more than to taste him.

  The weight of his body disappears, and I’m at a loss as I watch him move his pants and boxers lower, completely exposing himself. Though I try to hide the surprise in my eyes at the sight of him, I know it is unavoidable. The man is blessed.

  He fists his cock in his hand and pumps a couple of times, only making it harder for me to breathe evenly. My god, he is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. “Right here, baby,” he continues to move his hand over his erection with an expert rhythm. I let my mind fall to the place where I imagine him being alone in his bed, pleasing himself.

  “I want to see that one day.” The words leave my mouth before I have the chance to stop them.

  “See what?” he asks as he pauses and looks at me with curiosity. I’m unable to find the words, but when a smirk covers his lips I know he’s figured it out. “You wanna watch me please myself?” I nod. “Only if I get the chance to watch you do the same.” Again I nod, and realize at this point I would give this man anything he asked.

  “Your mouth,” he reminds me of what he’s waiting for, and suddenly I’m moving toward him without a second thought. I’ve never really been into sucking a guy off; it was just something I tried to avoid but with Nic, it is different.

  From the moment I take him into my mouth, I know it is something I will repeat often. The way he holds onto the back of my head firmly, applying just enough pressure to indicate what he needs, mixed with the deep groans of pleasure and his shallow breaths, is single-handedly one of the most erotic moments of my life. “Damn that feels amazing.” He encourages me to continue. “Perfect fucking mouth.”

  The dirty talk is another thing I’m not usually a fan of. I’m sure it had a lot to do with the men in my past and how they were so bad at it. I prefer a quiet partner because on most occasions I found myself repulsed by the attempts.

  Somehow Nic uses it as a tool to only further enhance my arousal. With every noise, every whispered word, I crave more.

  “I could let you suck me all fucking day, and one day I think I will, but not tonight.” I pause, his cock still resting against my lips as I look up at him. “You can’t fucking look up at me like that. Jesus holy hell woman, you’re gonna kill me.” He closes his eyes tight, applying just a small amount of pressure to move me back away from him. “It’s every man’s fantasy to look down and see your gorgeous green eyes looking up at them as their cock is still partially in your mouth. You are trouble.”

  I smile as I lick my lips, suddenly very proud of myself. He made me feel like I can be dirty and wild without being judged for it later.

  “Now it’s my turn to drive you wild.”

  “You already are,” I assure him, and he leans in to cup the back of my neck, pulling me closer for a dominating kiss. His tongue is rolling with my own, my thighs quivering as I imagine him tasting and exploring me with those same movements elsewhere.

  “Then I’m about to drive you completely out of your fucking mind,” he states with complete confidence as he smiles against my lips. “Lie back and spread those thighs.” And again, with one vulgar phrase, he has me ready to give him whatever it is he demands without hesitation.

  True to his word, he has me screaming his name and fisting the sheets as he buries his head between my thighs and gives me two of the most mind-blowing orgasms I have ever experienced in my life.

  This man is a fucking gift from above, I swear to it. The best donation I’ve ever been given.

  Nicholas

  I know I should stop, only I can’t. Emerson is addictive, her body, her kiss, and her sweet moan. The needy look in her eyes and the way her perfect tits rise and fall with each deep breath she takes has my head fucking spinning. It’s been spinning since the moment I opened the text to find the lingerie pic she sent.

  I meant it when I said she was trouble.

  Trouble as in, I can’t seem to get enough. It’s some ungodly hour, well into the morning, and I know I should be sleeping only I can’t. My body craves her even as I try not to focus on the way her naked chest faces me. One of her legs is lifted and thrown over my waist. I can feel her warmth pressing against my thigh, almost inviting me to take more.

  It is impossible to keep my hand from roaming along her thigh, over her hip and seeking out her wetness. A soft whimper escapes her when I part her with my finger and gently slip one inside.

  “I want you,” I tell her as I reach to the nightstand and grab for yet another condom. Using my free hand, I lift it to my lips and tear open the package. Very skillfully I manage to sheath myself as I use my other hand to continue to prep her.

  When her hips begin to shift, she gently rides my finger as I add another.

  “Ride me, Em,” I say, and although her eyes are closed, she begins to crawl over my body. We are both exhausted, and I should feel ashamed that I’m once again entering her, but I’m not. I could fuck her all damn day and night.

  We both moan in unison from the moment I am fully seated within her and she starts to move her hips. I watch the place we are now joined and feel myself only growing more desperate. I want her to continue this, yet that strong urge to flip her over and give it to her hard and fast hits me too.

  She pushes up, resting her palms on my chest and starts to move. Her head is thrown back, her mouth gaped open and the word yes falls from her lips with each stroke.

  “Just like that baby,” I encourage her, “don’t stop.”

  Emerson has such a quiet nature about her. I assume it was just in my presence, but I like this side of her, the wild one she is letting me see. It’s mind-blowing to see her let go and grow so demanding and needy. I not sure if she realizes it, but when
she gets horny she cusses and has a tendency to talk a little dirty. I fucking love this dirty side.

  “Tell me how it feels. What do I feel like inside of you?”

  “So good.” She rotates her hips, and I grip her ass tighter as I feel my control begin to slip once again. “Nothing has ever felt so good,” she confesses as she repositions herself, tilting her head to finally look down at me. “You make me lose control.”

  “I love to see you fall apart.”

  She bites her lip and shifts above me, really taking me in deep. “Let go, baby,” I glide my hands over her waist and move upward, cupping her breasts.

  “Nic…” My name falls from her lips as her tongue darts out. I hold her upper body in my hands, and though she tries to fight it, I continue to move in and out of her. I feel her clench around me, and when I think I have gained some control of myself, she whispers three words that make me lose my mind.

  “Fuck me, Nic.”

  I am putty in the hands of my dirty girl.

  “Do men glow?”

  I choose to ignore the heckling of my so-called friends. It has been a couple of days since I spent the night at Emerson’s, and Gianna has a big fucking mouth. Don’t get me wrong, I like that Emerson shared some details of our night together. It means it won’t be quickly forgotten. It also says the chances of a repeat are in my favor.

  The problem is these dumb asses are having entirely too much fun with their newfound knowledge.

  “He has angels in his eyes like he’s frolicking through the clouds without a care in the world,” Terry adds as he leans in and gazes up at me with a huge grin. “The guy is farting rainbows and I swear I’ve never seen him smile so much.”

  “You do understand how big of a dumbass you are, don’t you? What are you, twelve?” I lift my beer and the moment the bottle presses to my lips I feel the urge to grin. Maybe there is some truth to their words because I do feel more relaxed than I have in a long ass time. It has been a couple of days since I’ve seen Emerson, but we do talk and text often. She is back into the full swing of work, and that means I have to be patient. It is growing harder to maintain each day.