Evan groaned and his eyes became almost black. He took his scrubs off—his eyes always fixed on me— and my pussy throbbed when I saw his perfectly sculpted body. He was all muscles and sheer strength. His cock was huge and thick, and my hands itched to take it. I was so lucky to have him.
“Lie down,” I gave another order and stepped down to the floor, leaving some distance between us.
“Let me touch you...” Evan was begging? Now that was even hotter.
“Lie down and lean against the headboard.” He groaned and did what I’d told him. My pussy throbbed again when I saw his dick twitching.
“Damn. Tessa,” he breathed out, his chest suddenly rising and falling rapidly. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Now I wouldn’t want that, right? Not before we get some real action here,” I replied hoarsely and climbed on top of him, facing away, lowering myself down until my pussy came in contact with his cock.
“Tessa,” he growled. I grinded against him as I looked at him over my shoulder, watching him squirm and clench his jaw hard. “Damn, you gotta stop. You’ll make me cum.”
I giggled and raised myself up. I slid my hands over my body sensually, touching my lower back, ass, and thighs, before I turned around and touched my front—lingering on my boobs and pussy.
I knelt this time and sat directly on his cock. I’d already been soaking wet.
“Tessa,” he growled. “Stop torturing me. Fuck me.”
I grinned widely. “Not yet.” I leaned in and kissed him, pushing my tongue roughly against his. My hands were on his chest, moving around his nipples before they came in contact with them, and the moment they did, he flinched and moaned into my mouth. I lowered myself and placed my lips around one of them. I licked it, carefully watching his reaction. He was so horny that it just made me more aroused, and I was already desperate to have him, but I wanted to play with him first.
I slid even further down his body and grabbed his cock with my hand. “How about I suck your cock before I let you inside of me?”
Without waiting for his answer, I shoved his cock deep into my mouth. “Tessa!” he growled. “Damn, that is...” I moaned and started sucking him hard, taking all of him inside. “Keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
I could already taste his precum, and I moved my mouth around his tip so I could lick it off. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I purred, my eyes locked on his.
I pushed it back into my mouth and started my relentless rhythm as I brought him to his orgasm. “Tessa!” he cried out and his whole body became extremely rigid as I felt the first spurt of his sperm deep in my mouth.
“Now I expect you to return the favor,” I said and raised myself up, pushing my thong to the side.
I stood directly above his head, grabbed it with my hands, and pressed my drenched pussy against his face. “Yes...” he tried saying, but his words came out muffled. I was moving my pussy up and down wildly, holding his head even tighter as the pleasure rose in me fast.
His five o’clock shadow made everything better, and the moment he darted his tongue out of his mouth and started licking me, I was already so close to orgasming and soaking his face. “Oh Evan, keep going.”
His mouth worked roughly on me—his teeth grazing my sensitive skin and his tongue hitting me punishingly—and I was seconds away from losing control.
“That’s it, Evan...” I moved frantically against his face, leaving my juices all over his mouth, nose, and chin. “I’m coming! Yes!”
I screamed as I fell apart, and my juices gushed out of my pussy. My whole body convulsed as my orgasm kept going. It lasted what seemed like forever—much longer than usual—and now I couldn’t hold myself anymore. My hole was just begging to be filled.
“You have no idea how good you look when you come. And there is nothing more delicious than your pussy. I need to feel you. Take that cock deep inside of you. Now.”
This time I was more than happy to obey him. His dick was already completely hard again, and I was ready for a wild ride. I lowered myself and straddled his waist, grabbing his cock into my hand. I jerked it several times and then I took it all at once.
“Tessa, baby... You are so amazing.”
I smiled and brought my lips to him. I gave him a light kiss at first as I moved my hips slowly on him, still teasing him a little, but then I kissed him rough, which matched the rhythm of my body moving on his.
I broke our heated kiss and placed my hands against his chest to support myself, rocking violently against him. I was riding him hard and fast, his huge cock filling me so deep that I felt like he was going to rip through me. The intensity of my pleasure was unbelievably high, and I didn’t care if I was too aggressive or fast. I just cared about these maddening sensations that were making me crazy for them. I wanted more, and as he began moving his hips to meet me, I was sure this was the most intense sex of my life.
We came at the same time—both hard and long—and our juices mixed together, filling me with slick, warm wetness.
As soon as my orgasm passed, my body felt exhausted and I slumped against his chest. Our erratic breathing matched, and we needed several moments before we could recover.
“You are so amazing,” he muttered and I grinned. “This was a great surprise. It was exactly what I needed after a really long night.”
“Well you are working the night shift again. Jesus when am I going to see you?” With me working days, and him nights, our time was limited. I was glad we were making the best of it.
He smirked, his eyes gleaming slyly. “We’ll make it work, we’ll have the twilight hours I guess.”
His arms encircled me immediately, bringing me back against him.
“I guess we do.”
“And I’m not going anywhere Tessa, not back to the military, not even out of your bed. Not until you tell me to.”
I sighed, inhaling his scent, I didn’t think that would ever happen.
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Wanted
A Bad Boy Auction Romance
By Nicole Elliot
Prologue
I held his hand as he winced, the medicine pumping through his body.
“Just a little longer Declan, you can do it.” I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring him, or myself. Watching him writhe in pain was about as horrible as it could get.
My brother.
Sick.
Same illness that took Mom. Our genes apparently sucked.
“It hurts.” He grimaced as another wave rolled through his body.
“I know buddy, I know, but this is going to make it better. I promise.”
I knew it wasn’t a promise I could keep. But I was sure as hell going to try.
Chapter 1
Sydney
The light wasn’t on in the house, as I pulled into the driveway. Julia’s funky Mini Cooper wasn’t there either, so I snatched the nicer spot under a tree, which would provide a cool shade for the car the next morning. I killed the engine and stepped out.
It was half past eight, and after the long day at the store, all I wanted was something to eat and a glass of Pinot. I was working at a grocery store, even though it wasn’t exactly my passion. I was a teacher during the school year, but now that it was summer I had to supplement my income. It was the thing about me – I was practical. Always doing what was right, even if it wasn’t easy.
My roommate, Julia, wasn’t as traditional. After we’d finished college, she tried several desk jobs, but couldn’t just sit in one place. So, she wait
ed tables for a while, then worked the bar, and after a few more promotions she became a PR manager for a company that owned clubs and restaurants all over Chicago. It might have been a more exciting job, but she didn’t like the hours. That night, as was often the case, Julia was out in the city, promoting one event or another.
I climbed the two flights of stairs that led to my apartment, and was finally home.
I got out of my work clothes and changed into PJs, washing my face in the small bathroom next to my room. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but both Julia and I had our own bathrooms, and I loved mine. It made me feel at home.
As I was making my way to the fridge, my cell phone began ringing. I had to turn around, mid chewing and swallowing, ever so hungry, and go back into the bedroom to answer it.
“Hey, Syd,” the voice on the other end said. “Is this a good time?”
“Hey Declan! Yeah, I just got home. How are you?”
There was a short pause, as if he was hesitant. Classic Declan. “I was just in the area, and I got some Chinese, so…”
“Oh, yes, please!” I said, looking inside the fridge and seeing a lot of ingredients, but no food. “And hurry up!”
Declan hung up, and I got out a cold bottle of wine and some snacks to go with it. Once I settled comfortably on the couch, I poured the wine and waited for Declan, flicking through the TV Shows category on my TV. After a few minutes, I settled on a random episode of Friends, which was my go-to remedy.
The door was unlocked, and halfway into the episode (and a glass of wine), I heard Declan let himself in.
With the glass still in hand, I went to greet him, landing a big hug and grabbing the plastic bags of Chinese he brought.
“You couldn’t wait five minutes, Syd?” he asked, looking at me with a smile.
“First of all, it was more like twenty. Second of all, you look good, Declan. Put on some weight?”
“Oh, fuck off,” he said with a thin smile.
“I’m glad to see you.”
The truth was, Declan didn’t look good. In fact, he looked worse. He was even paler, if that was even possible, and leaner, his clothes now seemingly oversized and baggy. He looked older.
Declan stepped out of his shoes and crashed on the couch. There was something odd about him, a look or embarrassment I knew all too well. I didn’t say anything at first, simply got the food out of the plastic bags and joined him in front of the TV, salivating.
“Is this for me?” he asked, meaning the wine.
I nodded. “Only half a glass, okay?”
Declan didn’t have to ask my permission, but he was being nice. Back before the treatments began, he would have had no problem downing the whole bottle on his own, but now we had to be cautious. Even half a glass was worthy of a celebratory amount, and there was nothing to celebrate. He dropped a white envelope on the table.
I said, “Another bill?”
“Yup. Due next month.”
“Right.”
There was an awkward pause. I hated the awkwardness. I hated that my brother was sick, and how miserable it made him feel. Made both of us feel. And then there was yet another bill to pay. I could only guess how much longer we could keep it up. It was one of those times I really wished our mother was here to give some advice – she had always been the practical one. Our dad had been more into religion, but prayers weren’t working anymore.
I, on the other hand, was doing my best. Declan had burned through his college savings over the past year, and I had been working overtime for the past few months. It was consuming our lives.
I sipped the wine. It was cold and bittersweet on my lips. Rachel and Ross in the background pulled me out of my thoughts.
“I got it, Declan, don’t worry,” I said.
“I’m sorry Syd,” he replied, looking at the TV screen.
“Hey, don’t turn this into a pity party. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” I paused but he didn’t respond. “Let’s eat dinner.”
We watched the show and talked about nothing in particular, just having a family night, like in the good old days.
Declan barely touched his food, but emptied his glass rather quickly and relaxed on the couch. He had become withdrawn lately, and I couldn’t blame him. The elephant was in the room, and sometimes it was hard to ignore.
“Hey, cheer up, okay?” I said, mostly to myself. “We’ll figure it out, and you’ll get better.”
He looked at me, as if saying Do you really believe that?
I was used this look, so I nodded, thinking that perhaps it was the wine giving me the optimism. Either way, I’d take it.
We watched another episode, as I finished my noodles. When it ended, I said, “Do you want to stay here tonight? Julia will be back late, so…”
“Nah. I’ll head home, read a book. I don’t sleep much, anyway. Thanks for letting me invite myself.” He began to get up, slowly, minding his balance.
“I’m here for you, Declan. You just let me know if you need anything. Keep your phone nearby.”
“Always do, don’t I?” his phone was in his hand, and I saw the Uber app was open on it.
“Good. I’ll try to visit you over the weekend, okay? And I’ll take care of that bill, so don’t stress about it.”
He nodded wistfully, looking aside. “Thank you.”
“Don’t even mention it.” I kissed his cheek and watched him leave.
I wasn’t honest with him. I was short on money, and would have to borrow some from Julia and some other friends, if I wanted to pay that bill before the end of the month.
Quietly desperate, I sat back down in front of the TV, poured myself another glass and finished Declan’s food. Just like the good old days.
Just moments later, the front door swung open, and Julia stepped in. She walked straight to the table and landed in the armchair. “I’m exhausted!” She proclaimed. “Oh, and I met Declan downstairs! Asked him if he put on weight.”
“Did he tell you to fuck off?”
“He did!”
That put a smile on my lips. Julia checked out the bottle, and took a sip from my glass.
“Yum!”
“Get another bottle,” I suggested, finishing the wine.
At first, Julia was about to get up, but then I sensed something was amiss. She grabbed the bill from the table. “Shit! They’re still chasing you for treatment payment. What the fuck is insurance for these days? How is he feeling anyway?”
“He’s making it.” Now I was feeling the same way my brother had felt. I said, “But the money is bad, Julia. I don’t mean to beg or anything, just letting you know.”
“How much?” my friend asked, reaching into her handbag.
I grinned, “In the long run, more than you could possibly have in your wallet, so, please, don’t.”
Not yet anyway, I wanted to look at my own bank account first, see how dire this all really was.
“Wasn’t going to.” Instead of a wallet, Julia produced a bunch of colorful fliers and began sifting through them. “It must be somewhere in here… Got it!”
She handed me a crumpled piece of paper. There was a carnival mask at the top, with Chicago Buyer’s Club written below it. There was a date and a phone number, but little else.
“I got it from a friend. There’s this fancy place, where billionaires look for girls to go on dates with, sort of like The Bachelor.”
“You’re suggesting I prostitute myself?”
“Not at all! It’s a legit thing. You go there to hang out, find a guy, have a few drinks. It’s a paid gig, I’m told, too, so I thought you could use that…”
“Right. Well, I don’t think I could.”
Julia sighed, then shrugged. “Look, you don’t have to, but think about it. Give them a call.”
“Yeah maybe, I gotta go to the bathroom.” I needed a minute. To process. To escape. With that, I left, leaving her alone with my phone, wine, and the flier that could change my life.
Chapter 2
> Owen
I was getting pissed. I’d spent the last hour on the phone, dealing with the worst customer support I had ever encountered. As smooth jazz played on the other end of the line, I looked down on Grant Park through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my top-floor office in the center of the Loop, the largest financial district in the country. In a way, I was grateful for the pause and the rare moments I could take to contemplate my business, my life, and everything.
And there was a lot to think about. My roots were in Chicago, as was my business, but lately I felt like I needed a change…
“Mr. Hayes?” a woman on the other end said, bringing me back to reality. It was a new voice – I guessed I was now speaking to the head manager, or whoever was in charge of that shitty showroom. “My name is…”
I cleared my throat, loudly interrupting the woman. I had calmed down some, and was able to speak, respectfully, yet firmly. I said, “Let me tell you something. I trust you’re well aware of who I am, and by now I hope to God you understand what I’m asking of you. Please, don’t waste any more of my very valuable time today. I need this done as we agreed, by Monday. I don’t care what’s stopping you. Contact my assistant if you need any help.”
I ended the call, tossing the phone on the couch in the middle of the office. Normally, I wouldn’t have cared to speak to some low-tier manager, but the last couple of days made me want to find any excuse not to speak to the law firm. Business had been great, but every once in a while, certain government agencies would set out on a witch-hunt, and I would have to find and navigate certain backroads.
The speaker phone on my desk came to life: “Mr. Hayes?”
“Here, Monica,” I called, still standing inches from the window.
“Lucas Baxter is on line three. Says you have to talk to him. Says it’s important.”
“Have I ever had unimportant calls?” I smirked. “Tell him I’ll be with him in five.”
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