Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  At first, I was disappointed because I didn’t hear any movement behind me but a moment after the thought, I heard Anthony hiss, “Sahara, wait!”

  As he spoke, his hand wrapped around my arm, before his body pressed heavily against mine.

  Anthony backed me up against the wall, simultaneously tilting his head to the side and consuming my lips ravenously.

  The sensual scent of Anthony was reinforced by the taste of him, now fully present in my mouth.

  His hands ran up and down my torso and his tongue thrust its way between my teeth.

  Excitedly, my hands grasped the side of his face, pulling him even closer to me, while my legs wrapped around his waist, giving him control over where we went.

  Even through his pants, I could feel his manhood bulging against the apex of my open thighs.

  I groaned as I started to pulse, feeling wet even before any clothing was removed.

  Our breath was hot and moist as he pulled me away from the wall and towards his open door, while my fingers ran eagerly through his hair.

  Once inside the hotel room, I felt my back press up against a wall again as Anthony used his foot to kick the door closed.

  I giggled as his lips left my mouth and made their way down to the nape of my neck, before his teeth bit into my skin.

  I yelped from surprise, since it didn’t actually hurt and held onto him tighter.

  When the door had shut behind us, I was again whisked off the wall and held closer to his chest. Surrounded by his musk and strong arms, my head spun.

  When I felt myself rocked back, onto the bed, I giggled, before by breath was stolen by his kiss.

  Without taking his lips off mine, he started to unbutton his shirt. I helped him and together, we were able to toss it across the room.

  Once his shirt was off, I gazed at his chest, watching with amazement how his taught, bulging muscles stirred with grace and authority every time he moved.

  My eyes focused on his shirtless body intently and I studied his perfect body. It was refined, unlike any man I’ve ever seen. The motion accompanying the ebb and flow of his sanguinary torso was rhythmic, beautiful.

  Eventually, my eyes and fingers traveled down to the waistband of his jeans, where I watched the hint of his masculine V shape tapper off into a seducing line of dark hair.

  I grinned at him as I pressed myself up, so that I was on top of him,

  I straddled Anthony and continued to kiss him, while his hands groped blindly for the zipper to my dress.

  Upon finding it, he drew it down and I backed up so that he could watch the material fall off my shoulders and ripple down my body, revealing myself wholly to him.

  His eyes scanned my body with need and excitement that was intensely encouraging.

  Slowly, I leaned down, so that I could press myself against his seething body. I felt him ripple underneath me and my breasts tingled, pleased with the sensual closeness.

  Anthony stared at me with a cheeky grin and watched as I eased my way down the front of him, until I was kneeling on the side of the bed.

  He waited until I had unbuttoned his pants before sitting up and helping me to slide them off.

  Before his jeans had even hit the ground, I had palmed him with both hands, feeling the warmth and intrinsic desire pulsing in my grasp.

  Anthony moaned and leaned his head back as I eased him into my mouth and stroked his quivering shaft with my tongue.

  At first, I eased up and down, slowly and with purpose, deepening his pursuit each time I moved down.

  Eventually though, I hastened my pace, thrusting up and down on him until he writhed with excitement.

  “Oh God…” He hissed and out of the corner of my eye, I watched his fists clasp the comforter. He swallowed hard as he pulsed in my mouth. “Yes…Yes…Oh God, Sahara, I want you!” He exclaimed as he shifted himself away from me, urging me back onto the bed with him.

  Directing me, he positioned himself behind me, as his lips lingered on the nape of my neck. I moaned as his hand cupped my breast, while his other hand slid down my stomach, between my thighs, tempting my already moist womanhood.

  “I can’t have all the fun,” he growled in my ear in a playful manner as my head thrust back onto his shoulder and my body willed him closer to me.

  Before the feel of his touch, my breasts were already sensitive, and my nipples were hard but when he carefully rolled each blossoming bead between his thumb and index finger, I yelled out. A bolt of euphoric lightening shattered through me, causing my pelvis to shutter. Instantly I wanted him inside of me.

  I turned around in his arms, signaling that I was ready but instead of allowing me to push him back onto the bed, he led me down. Once again, I felt the comforter contort to the small of my back and the pressure of his weight against me.

  I felt my body quiver with erotic intent as my hands reached blindly for him.

  As I found his chest, I felt him overtop of me, easing his way through my legs and readying himself to venture inside of me.

  Teasingly, he brushed his member up against my dampened, sensitive self, causing me to scream out with erotic anticipation.

  I felt my hands clasp his robust arms and he sneered with devilish delight.

  Again, he brushed himself against me and I quaked with unbridled need, thrusting myself close to him, hoping that he would finally grant me what I so intimately sought.

  A low growling snicker erupted from his throat as he reared back one last time before finally easing himself inside of me.

  I moaned as I felt myself welcome him. My hips jutted up, and my pelvis pushed forward, helping to draw him deeper inside of me.

  When he pulled back, the intensity of his motion left me breathless.

  “Oh God…” I gasped, feeling a surge of bliss culminate with my already intense range of emotions.

  When dipped back into me, I noticed that his movement was gaining haste while our heartbeats quickened.

  My body reacted in sync with his as I lunged forward and eased myself back, matching the celebrating motion of his desires.

  “Yes…Yes…Yes…” I hissed as the wash of bliss transcended me into complete and total euphoria, before the ultimate climax erupted, leaving us both gasping for breath and feeling as though nothing else in the world mattered but this moment, here, together.

  Chapter 5

  When we had finished, I laid there, in Anthony’s arms, with my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

  For the first time, I felt a sense of contentment that I never remember experiencing before. It was strange and evilly ironic that I wanted to stay with a man who was definitely going to leave.

  Why would I connect with someone like him, when I knew for sure it was to no avail? I didn’t even want to stay in this God-forsaken place, there was no way I was going to ask Anthony to stay.

  The situation made me angry, but I knew no matter what, it was far better to enjoy the time I had with him now than to waste it lamenting about the future.

  “What are you thinking about?” I heard Anthony ask, shaking me from my thoughts as he played with my hair.

  “What?” I grumbled as my eyes rose up to meet his gaze, “Nothing,” I lied with a grin.

  “I know you’re thinking about something, Sahara. You’re never this quiet,” he simpered.

  I snickered playfully as I retorted, “I don’t think you know me well enough to make that judgement call.”

  “Oh, I think I know you better than either one of us would like to admit,” his eyebrows rose with sincerity but in the dim lighting, it was difficult to see the scar, though I subconsciously looked for it. “That goes for you too.”

  “Hmm?”

  “I think you know more about me than you realize. You and I aren’t all that different.”

  “How’s that?” I snickered.

  He chuckled as he drew the back of his finger up and down my forearm, “Say what you want but you know as well as I do that we’re both lo
oking for approval from jackasses who aren’t ever going to give us what we want.”

  “At least you left,” I insisted, which caused Anthony to laugh cruelly.

  “You think I escaped? This is my father’s company. Not only am I surrounded by the people who used to work for him and the clients who knew him better than I did, I’m not doing a very good job. Thankfully, we have the capital but that’s not an endless well. One day, that’s going to stop and if I don’t have my shit together by then, my father’s legacy goes down the toilet and even from the grave, he’s gonna prove what a screwup I am.”

  “What do you mean? You seem to not really give a damn what anybody thinks,” I answered, feeling as though there were far more questions swirling around in my mind than I had the right to ask.

  “Growing up, I had a lot of practice. My old man was a money-hungry son of a bitch. He hated everyone that wasn’t going to make him rich. Sure, he could be charismatic and charming…he was one hell of a salesman but when it counted, he was a cold, selfish man. He viewed my mother and me as debts to pay rather than family,” Anthony shrugged his shoulders and turned away, subconsciously running his hand over the scar on his eyebrow.

  “Did…Did your father do that?” I asked, ushering to the scar, and hoping I wasn’t being too forward.

  “Yeah…He was drunk. Usually he was cold and reserved but as a recovering alcoholic, the few times throughout my life he fell of the wagon weren’t pretty, but I sure learned a lot about the kind of man he really could be,” at this, he flashed a grin and tried to shrug it off as though it was no big deal, but he wouldn’t allow me to catch his gaze.

  This assured me his past bothered him a lot more than he was willing to let on.

  “Lord, Anthony, I’m sorry,” I lamented, knowing that my words were virtually meaningless but not knowing what else to say.

  Anthony’s shoulders rose and fell in a careless fashion before he tried to laugh it off again, “Listen, it’s really no big deal. My father is dead. He didn’t kill me, so that’s all that matters.”

  “What about your mother?” I asked before I could stop myself.

  “She passed away a few years before. My father didn’t kill her either but the way he treated her didn’t add any positivity to her life…Certainly not any incentive to live.”

  “God, I am so sorry,” I said again as my mind drifted back to my family, causing me to feel slightly guilty. After all, at least I had them and neither of them had ever raised a hand to me.

  “The past is the past and that’s exactly where it should stay. Now, I have the company and if I don’t run it into the ground before the funds run out, I should be set for life.”

  “Speaking of your business,” I answered, now wanting to change the subject in an effort to curb my own guilt, “You know this has to be the last time we do this, don’t you?”

  “Again?” He chuckled after a moment of silence, probably recovering from the abrupt change in the conversation.

  “You asked me what I was thinking about and now, I think I need to tell you. This has to be the last time.”

  “Why?” This time, his voice was far more serious, and his eyes were darkened with disappointment.

  “You know why, Anthony. You have to go live your life and save your family’s company and I…I have family duties of my own that I need to complete; even if the effort is thankless. Maybe one day, they’ll look back and realize that I tried. I doubt it though.”

  “Sahara, have you ever done anything because you wanted to do it?”

  “I’m here with you,” I replied.

  “And you’re trying to get away as fast as you can,” he teased. “No, but seriously, you’ve never even left this town. There is a whole world out there.”

  “And what? You and I can explore it together?” I hissed snidely, taking Anthony back.

  “I don’t know. Maybe,” he replied, now sounding slightly insulted.

  “Listen, as much as I appreciate the effort, I can’t rely on you…or anyone. We’re not going to travel the world, you’re not going to dazzle me with the promise of far off adventures and we have no future together, so there is no reason for you to even waste your breath,” as I spoke, I rose out of bed, becoming angered by the truth I found in my own words.

  “Sahara, you don’t know that. Can’t you give me the benefit of the doubt?”

  “No, because girls like me, we don’t get that choice. All we have is rich husbands who could be our fathers and the feigned respect from people who secretly want to stab you in the back.”

  “So, then why don’t you leave?” Anthony demanded, now sitting up himself and glaring at me with an aggravated expression. “You don’t have to leave with me, or anyone else but for your own sanity, you should get the hell out of here and live your own life for a little while.”

  “You’re wrong, Anthony. You and I are nothing alike,” with that, I stood up, yanked my clothes from where they were strewn and left the hotel room.

  I was so focused on getting out of there, I wasn’t even sure if Anthony tried to stop me.

  Not wanting to go home but having nowhere else to go, I drove around the small town for what seemed like eternity before returning to my house and sneaking into the garden to think.

  However, memories flooded me while I was there, making me hope to God that my mistake of bringing Anthony here hadn’t ruined the one place where I found some comfort.

  Chapter 6

  I returned home late that night, hoping to God that my parents were in bed but once again, I met with my father who was sitting up, purposefully waiting for me.

  “Where have you been all day, young lady?”

  “Dad? What’s wrong? Why are you up waiting for me?”

  “Why don’t you answer my question first?”

  “I went out with Sarah. She’s home from school so we decided to go out to dinner, then we hung out in our old stomping grounds, catching up.”

  “Is that right?”

  I nodded, both impressed and ashamed at how fluidly I had lied.

  “Okay, well, then I guess I stayed up for nothing,” he answered as he stood up from his old chair.

  “Well, I appreciate you staying up to make sure I made it home all right,” I answered, unable to stop the thought that at least now, he made an effort to keep me in mind. It was nice, for once.

  “I didn’t,” he admitted, making me wish he had kept his damn mouth shut, “I wanted to make sure you weren’t out with that northerner. He’s gonna screw me out of my money one day, I know it.”

  “Oh…Well, thanks for your honesty, pops,” I replied sarcastically but all I received as a response was a grumble as he headed off to bed.

  After he left, I stood there, watching after him for a long time, fighting back tears and wondering what my next move should be.

  Early the next morning, there was an unexpected knock at the front door.

  We were all awake, but I had yet to come downstairs.

  I didn’t pay any mind to the knock until I heard a familiar voice once the door was open that caused my heart to flutter.

  Despite the anger, I had displayed towards him yesterday, the fact that he was here proved to me that there was something that was possibly worth fighting for.

  I hadn’t slept well last night and had ultimately decided that I was wrong to have gotten so upset at Anthony. It wasn’t that I thought he was wrong, it was more that I had no interest in hearing it. My reaction towards him was bred more out of my own shame and inability to find my own way.

  Therefore, hearing his voice and realizing that I hadn’t pushed him away for good gave me a renewed sense of hope.

  “Good morning,” Anthony greeted cheerfully.

  “You don’t have a meeting with Raymond this morning, Mr. Shields, do you?” My mother asked, sounding slightly rude and obviously displeased at his early arrival.

  “No, Mrs. Daniels I don’t. I’m actually here to see Sahara,” he replied confidently, “Is
she here?”

  “At this hour, I should think so,” my mother insisted as I heard her shuffle toward the staircase. “Sahara, you have a visitor.”

  “Thanks, Momma,” I called back to her, trying to hide my excitement at getting to see Anthony again so soon, “I’ll be right down.”

  “Good morning,” I insisted as I slid out the front door, past my mother’s glare of disapproval, shutting the door behind me. “Sorry about my momma. She can be grumpy before she’s completed her morning routine,” I chuckled.

  “I am so sorry if I’m here too early,” Anthony insisted, for once sounding as though consideration had actually caused him to rethink his decision. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to breakfast with me. I forget that people might not get up as early as I do.”

  “No, it’s okay. Really, we were all awake. I’m not sure what my mom’s deal is. I thinks she’s mad I got in late last night.”

  Although he didn’t say anything, I could tell there was a sense of concern in his gaze.

  I shrugged, “I just didn’t feel like going home yesterday. I needed to think and being with my parents isn’t easy with a clear mind.”