Hard Bargain: A Virgin Auction Romance

by Haley Pierce

  Nicole remained in the vehicle as he popped out, jolting toward the farmhouse. He looked sad, lonely, with his bald spot gleaming beneath the sun. Nicole bit her lip, sensing that she was at a crossroads, that whatever she did in the next moments would change the course of the rest of her life.

  Fire burned through her heart, then. She stabbed her nails into her skin and she bounced from the car, scuttling toward her own pickup. Thoughts of Tom revved through her mind. She longed to smell the scent of him; she burned with desire to have his hands over her ass, for him to coo that he loved her body, that he lusted after her perfection.

  Above everything, however, she longed to fall asleep next to him. She yearned to eat dinner with him. She felt called to create a life with him, in the same way she felt called to keep God in her life and forgive her father and remain a steadfast and loyal friend to Chrissy. It was just a necessary part of her.

  She sped her pickup down the country roads, yanking the car windows down to allow breeze to whiz through her curly, brown hair. As she drove, she let go of her silly desires: to leave the town she’d grown up in, to start a new life on the west coast, to go to college. None of that would make her happy. Not the way Tom did. Not the way knowing everyone at the grocery store did. Not the way praying at the church in which her mother had raised her did.

  She bypassed Chrissy’s house, realizing she didn’t require her friend’s approval as she started the rest of her journey. She sped through Main Street, remembering that she and Tom had joked about getting ticketed there. She whirled past a cop car, and, realizing he hadn’t taken notice, she thanked God with a heavy hand lifted toward the sky.

  Tom’s farmhouse snuck up on the horizon moments later, igniting lust in her heart. She felt her pussy begin to grow wet beneath her, and she cranked her fingers harder over the steering wheel, her eyes wide. She yearned for his touch.

  She tapped the pickup into his driveway and sat still, the engine off, breathing wildly. What was she going to say? How was she going to explain that it was no longer about the money for her, either? That she trusted him completely and wanted to build a life with him?

  How could she explain this to him, without sounding absolutely insane?

  In that moment, Tom appeared at the doorway of his farmhouse. His left hand clung to a beer, and he swept his free hand up toward his forehead, aching to see who had arrived.

  She burst from the side of the truck, then. She stood in her long, red dress, feeling the fabric whirl around her ankles. She raised a single hand in greeting, but Tom didn’t move. He seemed riddled with shock, his eyes firm, without light.

  Nicole knew she had to make her move, then. She stepped toward him, bowing her head slightly. She brought her curly hair around her ears, and she felt her heartbeat float to her throat. She’d never groveled before anyone but God. God had to accept her apologies, but Tom didn’t. He was a person, who generally lived without faith. And if she’d spurned him only an hour before, why did she expect that he’d immediately take her back? Why did she expect he’d open his strong, muscled arms toward her and bring her life meaning, once more?

  She reached the porch, then. She blinked up toward him. He lifted his beer to his lips and sipped it languidly, his eyes closing. His eyelashes fluttered.

  “Hi,” she finally spoke. Her voice felt far away. She tapped her finger over her throat, as if assessing if a microphone was on.

  “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Tom said, his eyebrows high. “You really made your message loud and clear at the church. You didn’t need to come all the way out here and explain to me you don’t want to be with me.”

  Nicole bit her lip, sensing the damage she’d created. She paused, gazing out across the horizon, at the corn flipping lightly in the breeze. “You know, I ripped up that check.”

  Tom shifted his weight slightly, but he didn’t give away any signs of shock. He cleared his throat, as if in preparation to speak. But he held it back, giving her a side-eyed look.

  “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since,” Nicole finished, her eyes glinting. She longed to wrap her arms around him, to kiss him. She longed to feel his pillow lips over hers. She swallowed. “And I want sex with you. Right now. More than anything in the world.”

  The silence between them filled with tension once more. But in a moment, Tom tapped his beer to the ground. He took heavy steps, his cowboy boots on, and swept down the steps. He lifted his steady hands toward her curly hair and mussed it, slightly, giving her that handsome grin. It nearly destroyed her, having his skin and muscles and pulsing cock so close to her. She closed her eyes, willing him to touch her. She longed to press her breasts up against his chest, to feel her curves against his muscles.

  “Is this a dream that I’m going to wake up from?” Tom finally asked her, his voice gruff.

  “It’s not,” Nicole affirmed. She closed her eyes, lifting herself up on her tiptoes. She felt completely open to him, sexually, mentally. And as he closed his mouth over hers, her pussy grew wetter than ever. She sighed with lust and pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, rolling his teeth over the tip of her ear.

  He wrapped his arms around her amorphous dress, bringing his hands over her curves and ass, spanking the skin lightly and then squeezing the fat. He dove deeper into the kiss, and she felt her legs part. He brought his hand to her pussy and lifted the fabric, revealing her dripping self to the air. He brought his fingers over her clit, and she sighed with unending pleasure, her eyelids fluttering.

  “Do you like it when I touch you?” he whispered.

  She nodded into him, allowing her nose to touch the tip of his. They continued to make out on the porch, with his fingers up inside her dripping pussy. Their sexual energy fizzled around them. After a moment, Tom broke their kiss and looked at her with great, passionate eyes.

  “Are you sure you want to have sex? Give me your virginity?”

  “It’s mine to give away,” she whispered. “And I want to give it to you. Because I’m in love with you.”

  Tom’s face broke into a grin as he grabbed her closer, lifting her into him. Her heart revved into her throat as she brought her fingers over the buttons of his shirt, easing them apart, allowing his muscled, rippling chest to burst forth. Her fingers swept over the dark, coarse hairs, and she sizzled with anticipation. She circled one of his nipples with her finger.

  He followed suit, unbuttoning her dress. He watched as the red dress drifted down around her ankles. She stood fully naked before him, her breasts gleaming in the light of the afternoon. Her curves were supple, gorgeous. She lifted her chest toward him, and he wrapped his hands around her breasts, easing his thumb over her nipples. He knelt toward her and wrapped his mouth around her left breast, bringing his tongue in circles around the erect nipples. She sighed, bringing her hand to his curled head. “I don’t know why you do this to me,” she whispered. “I used to be so pure. So good. You’ve ruined me.”

  Tom grinned. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her naked form into the air, catching her feet with his other arm. She giggled up at him before catching him in another kiss. With his shirt off and his muscles rippling in the sunlight, he brought her indoors and led her up the stairs. Nicole sizzled with excitement, realizing this was it: this was the first afternoon of the rest of her life. And just as Chrissy had told her, it seemed her body knew precisely what to do.

  Tom dropped her easily onto the bed and she bounced languidly, spreading her legs so her pussy ached open before him. He crept down, kissing her breasts, her stomach, and the sides of her legs, before bringing his mouth to her pussy. He breathed into her, and her eyelids fluttered. He crept his tongue toward her clit and began to lick it repeatedly, causing an insane amount of pressure to building Nicole’s mind. The pleasure was unbelievable, without end, and she cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, highlighting the divine feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.

  After several moments more, Nicole fel
t she couldn’t handle it anymore. She needed to know what it felt like to have him inside of her. She needed to feel his cock press into her, paving the way for her first full sexual encounter. She placed her long fingers upon his shoulders and looked down at him with aching eyes. “Come on. I want you,” she whispered, yearning for him.

  He moved over her, then. His eyes didn’t look away from hers, and it made her feel that their hearts were beating as one, that their entire lives had been leading toward this moment, exactly, forever.

  His cock was pulsing, veinous, thick. He pointed it toward her, spreading her legs wide with his hands. And he placed the tip of it at the opening of her, still gazing at her. She nodded briefly before closing her eyes and clinging to his arms. He penetrated her all at once, deeply, sighing as he moved over her.

  The pain of it initially shot through her and she gasped, frightened. Every muscle was tense; every cell in her bottom seemed to scream. But then, all at once, she felt him deep within her, gliding against some internal, beautiful spot that pulsed with pleasure. She felt a slight grin stretch over her face, and she cooed, wrapping her arms around his strong, pulsing back as he began to pump into her. She brought her legs around his waist, sighing with the pleasure of each thrust. Her pussy dripped around his thick staff. She felt outside of her body, outside of her mind, and a million miles away from any thought of God. She was just an organism, with an innate, complete desire to fuck this man and love this man and find peace with this man, forever.

  12

  Tom couldn’t believe it. He felt he’d lost his mind, pulsing with constant sexual desire. His cock was throbbing, pushing into this gorgeous woman from above, as he gazed down at her curves. Her breasts tipped back and forth as he penetrated her, and her eyes didn’t move from his, putting her complete and total trust into him.

  When she’d arrived at his house, he’d been on the road to another bender. He’d been convinced he’d never see her again up close, and that he’d have to hear about her life from the townspeople. He assumed he would have to die in his farmhouse, alone, reeking of loneliness.

  After several more thrusts, he removed his cock from her dripping pussy and looked down at her, bringing his fingers around her smooth, supple waist. He grabbed her ass, his words coming quickly. “God, I just fucking love your body. You have the perfect curves. You have the perfect ass. Jesus.” He kissed her stomach, her belly, her ass. He bit the fat of her ass lovingly, knowing he was creating just a second of pain. She squealed and rolled over, shoving him back on the bed. She brought her legs around him, hovering over him. She bounced slightly, allowing her breasts to flutter.

  “You seem to know what you’re doing, for never having done this before,” Tom teased, spanking her again. He eased her over his massive cock, bringing her dripping pussy lips around him and shoving himself deep within her. She humped him, her breasts bouncing, her eyes closing. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and gave into each thrust, responding to her innate, animalistic desires.

  “God, I can’t handle this,” he sighed, squeezing her ass, rounding up to her breasts. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

  She continues to hump him, her pussy dripping, her eyes wild, until he shoved her off of him and wrapped his arms around her, placing her on her hands and knees. He kissed her cheek, the side of her ear, and then he came at her from behind, wrapping his arms around her breasts and leaning her deep into the wall. She cried out, and he felt his rock hard erection push deep within her. She sighed evenly, and he wrapped his fingers around her pussy, rubbing her clit as he fucked her from behind. He sensed that every cell on her body was electrified with feeling. He understood he was destroying her, that she no longer had a single thought in her mind.

  And all at once, he felt himself falling into orgasm.

  “Oh my god. I’m going to come,” he whispered gruffly into her ear. His muscles gleamed in the light as he pulsed into her a final time, giving way to the throws of orgasm. And at that exact moment, he felt her scream course all the way through his body. She was coming, as well—having the first orgasm of her life. Her pussy throbbed against his cock as he fell into the final moments of his orgasm.

  As they both finished, he pulled from her, kissing her shoulder. They eased onto the bed, gazing into one another’s eyes and kissing, unable to keep their fingers from each other. Nicole wrapped her arms around him and kissed his ear, giggling quietly.

  “I didn’t imagine it could be so good,” she whispered. “But that was the best feeling of my entire life.”

  “If you wait a little bit longer, we can do it again,” Tom murmured, his eyebrows raised. “What do you think?”

  She wrapped her legs around him, still dripping. It seemed her sexual energy hadn’t depleted, despite her orgasm. She grinned. “I want to do that all night long, Tom. Every single night of my life.”

  Tom kissed her again, feeling his rod perk up once more. He hadn’t fucked anyone in ages, and the experience of it drove him wild. He understood: he’d been waiting for someone like Nicole to appear in his life since the beginning. He hadn’t really wanted Mandy. Not really. Nicole was the complete package; the type of woman he could see himself marrying. The type of woman who would fuck him deep into the night and still giggle with him in the morning, when he had to rise for work.

  He wrapped a sweaty curl around her ear, then, and he kissed her eyelid. “I think you’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispered. “Don’t forget that.”

  “I won’t,” Nicole murmured back. She crept her hand toward his groin, then, and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing erection. It was nearly rock hard once more. She began to give him a hand job, her eyes bright. “Are you ready?”

  But Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, fucking her from the side, feeling his pulsing staff dive deep within her, like it belonged there for good. And deep into the night, their sweat mingled, their orgasms continued, and their love seemed to bloom from a place of joy and passion and unending understanding.

  They were meant for each other. And nobody—not her father, not the townspeople, and not God himself, could keep them apart.

  13

  Nicole moved in with Tom almost instantly, snagging her bags from both her father’s farmhouse and Chrissy’s little house and making a small space for herself in the bedroom. Tom had asked her the morning after they’d “sealed the deal,” and she’d accepted easily, readily, without remorse. Sometimes, she knew, “when you know, you know.” And, God, she’d never known anything more.

  As they fell deeper in love, Nicole began to make the farmhouse into a better home for both of them. She painted the kitchen and chose new cabinets. She threw out that old, ratty couch, and she opted for new carpet in the bedroom. With each decision, she saw Tom brighten. She sensed he’d been waiting for someone to care for these elements of his life for a long time. And she was more than willing.

  Despite having moved in with Tom, she still kept her peace with her father. She explained to him that just because they differed in what was a sin, versus what wasn’t, didn’t mean she didn’t still love him. “We’ve both messed up a lot,” she explained, her eyes bright. “But I still love you, Dad. I want you in my life. I want you to know my children and my future husband.”

  “And that really has to be Tom?” he asked her, his hands on his hips, still wearing his church robes.

  She nodded, certain. She held the weight of the townspeople’s judgment, yet she longed for understanding from her father. He and Chrissy and Tom were the only people in the world she readily cared about. She had to find peace.

  “I will pray for understanding, Nicole,” her father had finally said. “And in the meantime, I will forgive you. And I will accept you. And—I will see you at church on Sunday. With Tom, if you can wrangle it.”

  Nicole nearly leaped with joy. She wrapped her arms around her father, kissing his cheek. And she rushed to her mother’s grave and told her the amazing, electric story of how
she was discovering love and desire and forgiveness in grand ways. She sensed that her mother would approve of this, even if the “sex” part was a bit much.

  Nearly two months after Nicole had moved in with Tom, they lay splayed out above the sheets, gazing into each other’s eyes. They were naked, moments after making love, still in the throes of desire.

  Nicole closed her eyes, bringing her nails over Tom’s muscled arms. “You know, this never would have happened if you hadn’t bid on me all those months ago?” she teased. “If it wasn’t for your reckless spending habits, we wouldn’t be together.”

  Tom kissed her cheek, sizzling with happiness. “Are you saying I can spend more money on Internet bidding wars?” he asked.

  “I don’t know about that,” Nicole teased. “I suppose it depends on what you’re looking for. Certainly not another woman.” She crossed her arms over her naked breasts, giving him a faux-angry expression.

  Tom leaned to the side of the bed, leafing for something. He cranked his computer up from the floor and opened it. “Well, I did want to show you what I’ve been thinking about bidding on—"

  “Oh, great,” Nicole laughed, rolling her eyes. “Is this the part of the relationship where I have to start nagging you not to do certain things?”

  Tom lifted his finger. “Don’t judge until you see it.”

  “Is it a new tractor? A new pair of cowboy boots?”

  “You think I’m so generic, don’t you?” He laughed. “So simple.”

  “I’m simply in love with you, is the thing,” she said, smiling. “All right. Let’s see it.”

  He tilted the computer toward her, then. The sunlight from the window gleamed onto the screen, making it difficult for Nicole to make out its precise shape, at first.

  But after a moment of blinking, Nicole’s mouth dropped. There, on the screen, was the most beautiful, vintage diamond ring she’d ever seen. She swallowed, her eyes turning toward Tom. “What is this?” she whispered.