Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  I could feel his knees tremble and I smiled, glancing at his face before taking his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he reached his hand up to the back of my head and groaned as his erection slid down my throat. I paused, eyes watering, and swirled my tongue wildly around before sucking hard and lifting back up. I could feel his hips start to roll toward my face and I reached up, cradling his balls and moaning from the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair. I opened my throat and grabbed his ass, pulling forward and then back, deep throating his cock over and over. I looked up at him through watery eyes and ran my tongue across his engorged tip. His cock was red and pulsating and I knew he didn’t have much longer. I was still desperate to feel him inside me.

  “You want me?” He growled as he pushed me backward on the bed and hooked my legs over his arms.

  “Mmhmm,” I said, biting my lip and nodding my head yes.

  He flashed that amazing smile and dove down, setting the head of dick on my wetness and pushing just slightly inside me. He chuckled as I squirmed, wanting to feel it all. He pulled back out and then slid just partly inside again. I gritted my teeth and reached for him but he shook his finger at me and pulled back out. He reached down and grabbed the condom, tearing it open, and rolling it down his long shaft.

  “Okay,” he whispered. “Now, I can fuck you.”

  With those words, he thrust forward hard, filling me up quickly before moving back. He did this over and over again as his fingers massaged my clit. The feeling was so powerful I could barely even moan. I held my breath and grabbed onto the sheets around me. As he slowed his pace slightly and rolled his hips into my body, I arched my back and screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure vibrated through my entire being. I looked up at him, moaning loudly, and watched as his eyes darkened and his thrusts hardened. My pussy contracting around him and my juices flowing set him on fire because he reached up and grabbed my breasts and pushed as hard as he could, stopping when he reached the top and groaning loudly with his own pleasure. I could feel his cock erupting inside of me, the shaft pulsing and vibrating against my walls.

  I reached up and ran my hand down his chest as he breathed deeply, trying to get a handle on himself. He looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes and smiled knowingly before collapsing next to me on the bed. I watched him climb out of bed and walk into the main area, peaking out the front door and grabbing a shoebox from the hallway. We must have completely ignored the knock or I scared them away with my screaming. Dex walked in and tossed me the box. I opened the lid and pulled one tall nude heel from the box, gasping as I realized it was a red soled Louboutin shoe. These shoes were expensive as hell and I couldn’t believe I was holding one in my hand.

  “You don’t like them?” He was getting dressed when he noticed the look of shock on my face.

  “No, they’re beautiful but they are like nine hundred-dollar shoes,” I said, wide-eyed and afraid to touch them for too long.

  “So,” Dex said, chuckling and sitting down beside me. “Sweetie, I’m not really hurting for money. And as much as I enjoyed having you in my arms, I can’t really carry you all over New York City.”

  “Well that’s just a shame,” I said with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed my cheek as I put the heels on my feet and looked down at them with excitement.

  “Can I see you again before I leave?” My eyes flashed to his face. This was the billion-dollar question.

  “I don’t know.” I sighed. “I mean, I love spending time with you. It’s so much fun but I don’t know if seeing each other again would be a good idea.”

  Before he could answer me, a look of disappointment on his face, his phone rang and he patted me on the leg, jumped from the bed, and took the call in the other room. I watched for a moment as he settled into business mode, smiling at how sexy he looked standing in nothing but a towel by the window. I took a deep breath and pulled my dress back on, my stockings still on my body. I knew that sneaking out wasn’t very nice but I also knew I needed to leave before he could wear me down again. I pulled my hair back and smoothed it down, grabbing the shoes and tip toeing around the corner toward the door. I got in the elevator quickly and took it to the bottom, slipping my new shoes on before exiting into the lobby.

  There was already a cab sitting out front so I was more than glad to not have to wait to find a ride. I climbed inside and shut the door, staring up at the window to the suite. I couldn’t understand how this happened so fast. I told myself I was going to have a good time because I deserved it but already, I could feel the familiar ache in my heart. He was the only man I had ever given myself to and now, he was back and just the same Dex as before. He couldn’t give me what I wanted, I wanted much more than he was offering. As the car pulled off and sped toward home, I thought about my life, my son, and my family, realizing I got caught up in a fairytale again. I wasn’t thinking about the reality of the situation. There was no way Dex was going to give his heart to me, not the way I wanted him to. I needed to come to terms with that or the pain would only get worse.

  As I walked into my apartment after a long night and stared at my little boy sleeping in his bed, I knew I made the right decision. I couldn’t be my best with a broken heart and that was exactly where I was headed with Dex.

  Chapter 9: Dex

  It was the first Saturday I actually wished I was working. It had been a week since Casey snuck past me at the hotel and bolted. I still could not get her off my mind. All I wanted to do was drive over and show up on Casey’s doorstep so I can see her beautiful face again. I sent her two dozen roses but heard nothing. I texted, called, and left a voicemail asking her to please call me back but she simply refused to talk to me or see me. I was going absolutely nuts over this girl. Ultimately, I couldn’t figure out why I was going so nuts over her to begin with. I had never in my life been so desperate to see a girl. I had never left a voicemail asking a girl if she had time to see me. If they didn’t answer when I called, I moved on to the next one. But with Casey, I just didn’t know who I could ever move on with. It felt like there was nowhere else to go.

  Our attraction was so deep it drove me crazy. No matter what I did, when I was around her I couldn’t help but think about getting her naked. I wanted to feel her skin, hear her voice, taste her sweet core. At the same time, I would have been happy to just sit with her and talk. It was insane. Maybe it was just the attraction, maybe I was reading too much into all of it, or maybe I had been working so hard at work that Casey provided a nice distraction. But feeling this way was definitely not relaxing, it was the complete opposite. Whatever the reason, I tried my best to not analyze it too deeply, feeling myself getting completely caught up in the moment. I no longer just thought about having sex with Casey but I thought about our conversations, our jokes, her laugh, and everything else that happened between us.

  I stood up, sipping my coffee, and began to pace. I needed to decide what to do about this. I tried completely forgetting about her and moving on but that folded with the first text I sent. I tried looking at her as just a really great piece of ass but then I felt guilty for demeaning her that way. I should have listened to my sister from the beginning and not messed with Casey. If I did that, I would be enjoying my time in New York instead of sitting here pacing my penthouse apartment and trying to come up with excuses to knock on her door. Who was I kidding, I was hooked before I even got back to New York. Just thinking about how her and how much I wanted to spend another amazing night with her was enough to captivate me completely. This girl really burrowed her way into my head and though I was constantly burying any thought that we could be more than lust, I couldn’t help but feel that disgusting lurch in my gut.

  I shook my head and grabbed my jacket. I was done torturing myself. I took the elevator down to the lobby and out into the street, grabbing a cab, and giving them Casey’s address. I wasn’t going to sit around and be miserable. No, she was going to have to tell me to my face that she didn’t want me around instead of sneaking out the back door
for a third time. As we drove through town, I looked out the window at all the Halloween decorations and suddenly, I had a brilliant idea that ended with me at Casey’s door, lugging one of the biggest pumpkins I had ever seen. I rested the pumpkin on my knee and knocked on the door. When it opened, Andrea stood there, looking down at the pumpkin and then back at me. A knowing smirk crossed her lips as she waved me inside the house.

  “Casey is getting Seth dressed,” she said. “Go ahead into the kitchen so you can put that thing down.”

  I could hear Seth laughing and shrieking in the other room as I entered the kitchen. The patter of little feet echoed and I turned to see Seth screaming his way into the kitchen, not wearing any pants. As soon as he saw me, he froze in an almost comical position. Immediately, his cheeks turned red and his hands went down, clutched in front of him. There was that shyness that I remembered from when I first met Casey. I smiled down at Seth as Casey rounded the corner looking frazzled.

  “Seth,” she said breathlessly. “You have to wear pants, I don’t…”

  I straightened up and put my hand on the pumpkin, smiling kindly. I could see a twitch of a smile on the corner of her mouth before she straightened her face and pulled Seth’s pants over his legs. I watched as her patience seemed to be limitless with the little boy, but not so limitless for me. I glanced over at the two vases filled with roses and took notice that she had, in fact, received them.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “Oh, I thought I would bring over this giant pumpkin so Seth could make a jack-o-lantern,” I said, bending down toward the red-faced little boy. “Do you know what a jack-o-lantern is?

  Seth shook his head and looked back at his mom. She nodded her head and pushed him forward. His eyes sparkled just like his mothers.

  “This is a pumpkin,” I explained. “They grow all over the country side. For Halloween, we take them, pull all the seeds out, and carve funny faces on them. Then, we put candles inside and they glow at night.”

  Seth’s eyes grew big and it surprised me that he had never carved a pumpkin before. He reached up and touched the smooth skin of the pumpkin so I pulled it off the table and let him touch the big stem. He looked at my arms and then down at his and tried to lift the beast into the air. I laughed, stabilizing it so it wouldn’t fall over and smash his toes.

  “It’s pretty heavy,” I said. “This is one of the biggest pumpkins I have ever seen, so I thought you should have it.”

  “Thank you,” he said timidly.

  I watched as Seth looked around the pumpkin, tapped it, tried to move it, and repeatedly looked back to his mother for reassurance. I wanted to do something with Casey and her family. I wanted to show I wasn’t a bad guy, at least not bad enough to warrant her sneaking away without a word. Twice. I thought for a second before standing up and looking at Casey and Andrea. I knew this might piss Casey off but I didn’t care, there was no way I was leaving yet.

  “So, it’s Saturday,” I said. “There’s a farm about an hour outside the city. They have hay rides, a petting zoo, hot apple cider, and most importantly, more pumpkins. Why don’t we bundle up, jump in my car, and go out there for the day? I think Seth would really like it.”

  I looked at Andrea first, not wanting to see the irritation I knew was on Casey’s face. Her eyes widened and she clapped her hands, calling Seth over to her. She seemed really excited about spending the day out in the country, which made me happy too. She bent down and looked at Seth smiling.

  “What do you think, little man, do you want to go for a hay ride and pick pumpkins? Mr. Dex knows the perfect spot,” she said in her loving grandmother voice.

  Seth nodded his head feverishly and laughed, looking over at his mother. Andrea looked up at Casey, waiting for her response. I figured since they were staring her down I might as well also. She looked really irritated but with the sound of Seth’s giggles and my big wide smile, her face began to soften. She rolled her eyes and nodded, sighing deeply as if she’d been defeated. Seth jumped up and down and took off toward his room.

  “Mom, can you make sure he puts on something warm, please,” Casey said to Andrea.

  “Of course, dear. You find a sweater yourself,” she said, tapping Casey’s bare arms.

  I waited by the door until everyone was packed and ready, grabbing the car seat and carrying it down for Casey. I called my smaller limo to come pick us up as I waited, realizing I was in such a rush to get here that I took a taxi. Seth gasped at the car as we walked down the side walk. I put the car seat right across from where I sat so I could talk to him while we rode along. When Seth was buckled in and everyone was loaded up, we set out for the country. I pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured the adults a glass, grabbing a can of juice for Seth.

  “So, Seth, do you like Halloween?” I wanted him to get comfortable with me if we were going to spend the entire day together.

  “Mmhmm,” he said between gulps. “Did you know a long time ago they wore costumes to scare away the ghosts?”

  “I did know that,” I said in an impressed voice.

  “We learned about it in daycare,” he said. “I go there a couple times a week so grandma can get her hair done.”

  “Oh.” I chuckled. “What else do you learn there?”

  “I know part of my A, B, C’s now,” he said, putting his cup in the holder on his seat. “A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, L, emeno peas.”

  “That was amazing,” I said with laughter. I watched Seth look out the windows at the passing buildings, his eyes growing wide.

  “Look, mom,” he said, tapping her and pointing at one of the larger skyscrapers. “I haven’t drawn that one yet.”

  “Well, we’ll have to come out sometime so you can,” she smiled, before looking up at me. “Seth really likes to draw buildings. He’s drawn half of Brooklyn already.”

  I smiled and looked back at the green-eyed child. He was much smarter than I realized, especially since the only time I’d spent with him was a few minutes when we first met and then today, with the pumpkin. I was just glad he seemed to be getting used to me. I didn’t want to spend the whole day watching him hide from me like his mom had a tendency to do. I watched Casey from across the seat while she talked and laughed with Seth. The sight brought a sudden warmth to my chest. She really loved her little boy, it was obvious in everything she did. I was seeing a completely different side of her today. Whether she was angry or not, I was glad I decided to get up off the couch and go to her house.

  As we passed out of the city, Seth stuck out his lip, sad that all the big buildings were gone. Casey leaned over and started pointing out the smaller businesses, especially the banks that were built to look like small replicas of Greek buildings. She explained why they looked that way and Seth listened to every word she said with wonder and excitement. It was strange, there was something about this little boy that reminded me a lot of myself when I was little. His interest in architecture was something I’d always possessed myself. Even as a little boy, I loved to help my parents scout out new locations. I shrugged my shoulders, figuring if nothing else, it would help me talk to him and understand him a little better.

  Chapter 10: Casey

  As we rode along, I couldn’t help but feel extremely nervous about the whole situation. My mind was reeling with confusion. I didn’t know whether to think Dex’s invitation was a sign that he was interested in more than just sex or if it was just another one of his random attempts to get me back in the sack before his next trip. The thoughts running through my mind were dangerous and I could feel a lump forming in my throat as I thought about Dex, Seth’s father, wanting to be a part of our lives. My mother had no qualms about allowing this to go on, yet she was the one person who knew the truth about Dex and Seth.

  I glanced up at Dex who was staring over at me with a kind look on his face. I smiled at him weakly and turned my attention back to the passing scenery. We were getting close and I watched as we passed the empty hay fields and brightly
colored trees. The limo turned left down an old dirt road with wooden cut outs of pumpkins and ghosts. Seth was so excited he could barely sit still, yelling out every animal he saw as we passed the farm and barns. The limo pulled into the parking lot and the driver let us out before finding a space. I gawked at the large white farm house and lawn full of games and events for the kids. Realizing I wasn’t holding Seth’s hand, I looked down in panic only to find him walking along in front of me with Dex. I glanced over at my mother who was looking straight ahead with a knowing grin on her face.

  “No,” I said. “Don’t even entertain the idea.”

  “I’m just happy to be out of the house,” she said with a guilty tone.

  When we got up to the booth, Dex refused my money and paid for us to do everything. First, we played about a thousand games and I stood back laughing as Dex and Seth tried to knock down bottles with bean bags. Seth was really warming up to Dex and he even let him pick him up and pretend he was going to toss him at the bottles. His little laugh mixed with his father’s brought a tinge of sadness to my chest. I wanted to enjoy this, pretend like it was real, but I knew I would only be left with a broken heart when I had to go back home and face reality.