Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  Chapter 29: Casey

  He had never touched me in such a seductive and passionate way as he was in that moment. His tongue lapped at my wetness gently but firmly and I could feel his lust surrounding me. I leaned back on the covers as his mouth moved over my mound, taking me to an entirely different level of pleasure. I could feel his hands move over my thighs and down between my legs. As his tongue waved over my clit, he slid two fingers through my juices and then deep inside of me. I arched my back with pleasure as he pushed his fingers slowly in and out of me, building the orgasm already simmering in my stomach. He lifted my body higher into the air and ran his tongue from my ass to my clit, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine. I moaned out, feeling him touching me with his tongue. I reached my hand down and moved it through his curly hair as my hips began to grind against his tongue. I already wanted him so badly but I knew he wanted to really take his time and I was fine with that.

  As my hips began to move faster, he could sense that I was beginning to build toward release. He pushed his lips against my wetness and moved it like he was just kissing my mouth. I grabbed on to his arms as I moved my hips, wanting to feel him taste me, wanting to hear my juices mixing with his. Just the thought of it mixed with his hot breath and warm wet tongue pushed me over the edge and I came, moaning loudly and arching my back with pleasure. He groaned as he lapped the juices that spilled out of me, fingering me faster and faster as the waves of ecstasy ran through my body. That had to be the quickest he ever made me orgasm and it just made me want more. I could feel a smile wash across his face as he moved up my body and laid down to the side of me.

  I turned my head toward him, our eyes meeting in full pleasure and lust. I pulled on him to climb on top of me but he shook his head, pushing my thighs apart and pushing his fingers between my legs. He stared deep into my eyes as he rubbed my pussy with his hands, skimming over my clit just enough to catch the sensitivity from the last orgasm. Our locked eyes made the moment extremely tense and I bit my lip as he massaged my mound, leaning his head down to suck on my breast as he moved. Each time he brought his head back up he latched onto me with his gorgeous blue eyes. His stare was intense and after a few moments, I could feel the pleasure beginning to rise again. My pussy was sopping wet and I spread my knees to the side as he leaned forward and began rubbing harder. It was obvious he was determined to give me multiple orgasms before even putting his cock anywhere near me.

  “I want to watch you come,” he whispered.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes, arching my back as he leaned in heavily, slipping two fingers inside of me and moving them up and down with the rhythm of my hips. I breathed heavily as the orgasm began to heat up in my belly, pushing the covers to the side and letting my body open up to him. As the pleasure started to move through me I moaned loudly, opening my eyes and staring deep into his. He bit his lip and fingered me deeper, watching as I grabbed my tits and massaged them.

  “Yes.” I moaned. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  “Mmm.” He groaned, watching me get closer and closer to my climax.

  He wrapped one leg around mine as I writhed and wriggled underneath him, the building pleasure reaching its peak. I could feel every stroke of his fingers inside me as I leaned my head back and opened my mouth, gasping as the orgasm took hold. My hips moved in waves as he pushed his fingers deep and hard inside of me. I screamed out as the pleasure of his hands paralyzed me, pushing juices from my body and taking my breath right out of my chest. As I released my breath, I could feel my body shaking and I grabbed on to Dex’s face, kissing him deeply and passionately.

  “Make love to me,” I whispered, looking in his eyes.

  “With pleasure,” he said, rolling over on top of me and pushing slowly into my wetness.

  I gasped as his huge cock filled me up and I released my legs, opening my hips so I could feel every inch of him. He pulled his hands up to my face and leaned in kissing me deeply as he ground over my body with his. The wind from the open window picked up and I could feel the cool air hit my moist skin, causing me to shiver. Dex reached down and pulled the sheets over our bodies and continued to move in and out of me, never breaking eye contact except to lean in and kiss my lips again and again. As he pulled his mouth from mine he sat up on his knees and fell back on his butt, reaching his hand forward and pulling me to a sitting position.

  Dex reached his arms forward and grabbed my waist, pulling me in toward him until I was facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist. He reached down and pulled his cock up, sliding it deep into me and grabbing my ass. I moved my hips in a circular motion as he pulled me in and out, feeling his cock go deep inside and swirl around. The feeling was new and incredible and I instantly knew there was another round of pleasure coming for me. He growled as he pulled me in hard and pushed me back out, the heat rising as his pleasure increased. I could see his eyes grow dark as he stared at me, grasping my ass and pushing his cock deep inside. I put my arms down on his legs for leverage and swayed my hips around, feeling him fill me completely.

  As our passion turned to lust, Dex pushed hard, pulling me toward him and groaning loudly as he exploded into orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against mine, stifling his moan. I grasped onto his legs, feeling his whole body tense as he expelled his thick seed inside of me. I kissed his face as his muscles began to relax and he opened his eyes, staring deeply into mine. Dex leaned forward and kissed me passionately, releasing his grip on my ass and grabbing my face with his strong hand. What had happened had deeply affected me to the point where I couldn’t shake that terrified feeling from the pit of my stomach. However, what affected me, even more, was how rocked Dex was emotionally. I could feel his love for me in every single touch. I had never felt more secure in our bond or more cherished than I did in that moment.

  He leaned forward and laid me down on my back, pulling out of me and scooting up next to my body. I laid there staring up at the ceiling just enjoying being close to him. I could feel his fingertips trailing over my stomach and hips as he watched my face, thinking about something. I turned my head toward him and closed my eyes as he brushed the hair from my face and continued to stroke me. His hands were exactly what I needed and I couldn’t, even for a second, imagine what it was like not having him that close to me. He had been so fully affected by the events earlier that he was trying to show me exactly how much he loved me. We laid next to each other in silence, feeling our bond grow even more than it already was. The breeze from the open window cooled our bodies from the passionate love we just made. I yawned quietly and turned toward him, watching as his blue eyes glimmered while the back drop of the ocean floor danced across the walls.

  “You know what I think we need?”

  “What’s that?” I brushed his curls behind his ears and looked longingly into his eyes.

  “A little sister for Seth,” he said, smiling.

  I tilted my head back and laughed, knowing that he was serious about making our family as big as we could possibly handle. Love filled my chest at the thought of carrying a child with Dex by my side. It was hard going through it all alone with Seth and I knew that I wanted to share in that experience with Dex. He had turned into such an amazing partner and father, that there was nothing but agreeance in my tone. I was so happy that I almost wanted to pinch myself to make sure that it was real. Six years ago I stared up at this man thinking I would never see him again, and though life has been tumultuous, to say the least, it had turned out absolutely amazing. How could I not want to make another baby with this man? He was devoted, caring, loving, and the man I had been waiting for my entire life. There wasn’t even a spark of a doubt in my mind when it came to whether I thought Dex would be there for us. He was here, and we were a family, and that wasn’t going anywhere.

  Before I could open my mouth to answer we turned toward the closed door, hearing Seth giggling out in the living room. I looked over at Dex and lifted my eyebrows,
loving the look of adoration on his face. He pulled me up and out of the bed, reaching into my drawer to grab me a nightgown. We both dressed, trying not to laugh back at the adorable giggle coming from the other room. I cracked the door and peeked out, seeing Seth sitting with his back to us on the glass floors. We slowly opened the door and tiptoed out, wanting to see what was so magical for this little boy that it would fill him with laughter. As we stepped forward we noticed the crayons spread out around him and watched as he attempted to trace the swimming fish on the glass floors. I covered my mouth, stifling an awe and looked up at Dex who was doing the same thing. How adorable was that? Seth was trying to capture the swimming fish, and instead of getting frustrated at their movements, it made him giggle with happiness.

  I reached down and grabbed two crayons off the floor and handed one to Dex. He looked down at the piece of colored wax in his hand and smiled big, understanding what I was suggesting. We both moved around Seth and looked down at him as he froze, unsure of whether to run or just accept his punishment. I sat down on the floor and looked at his beautiful artwork. Seth watched as Dex sat down next to him and shook his head in approval.

  “That’s a really beautiful picture,” Dex said, looking at the floor. “But I think it needs some of this.”

  Seth watched with wide eyes as Dex began to draw on the floor as well. He was more than shocked that we decided to join in instead of scolding him for being creative. I watched Dex and Seth laugh as they chased the fish around the floor with their crayons. I had finally found exactly where I was supposed to be. Our family couldn’t have been any more perfect.

  *** Turn ahead to read the first of its kind holiday romance – “Trapped in the Cabin” which was a best seller in many categories!!!***

  Trapped in the Cabin

  Blurb

  Four best friends, lots of fun…and secrets too.

  One Cabin, a ski weekend, lots of adventure… and the risk of exposure.

  College was a time of fun, adventure, and mischief between Amber, Jessica, Kristin, and Jason, who all had more than a good time sharing an apartment, and of course, each other.

  When the group split up though, Amber and Jessica kept that dirty little secret from their husbands. With the s*xu$l tension still strong, and Kristin plotting for an all-out adventure weekend, the girls will be forced to own up to their past.

  Will the passion fizzle away right then and there? Or will Austin and Matt be ready to jump right in when they find themselves snowed in with everyone sharing one cabin?

  Chapter 1

  Amber

  The flight to Salt Lake City International had been short, and thankfully, my husband Matt had used his miles to upgrade us to first class. I had never been a snob about flying coach, but seeing as how my nerves were a bit out of sorts, I was relieved to know that I would at least be comfortable on my flight and not packed in next to some sweaty, fat man or screaming baby and exhausted mother. Those people were obviously welcome on the flight, but I didn’t want to be the one suffering next to them. I took full advantage of the champagne on the flight, and by the time the plane touched down at the airport, I was feeling the effects.

  I was so glad to see Kristin and Jason as we collected our bags from the luggage area. They had made sure to time their flight from New York so that we could share a limo to the resort. Kristin looked fabulous, as always, with her dark, perfectly-cut bob, her slender body, and the most fashionable clothes I had seen anyone wear on a plane before. While I was worn out from the short flight, she looked like she just stepped out of the spa. Jason, of course, looked just as all-American as ever, with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples. I felt like he hadn’t aged a day since we were all roommates in college. Well, everyone but my husband, but he was still part of the crew.

  “I’m so glad to see you,” Kristin said, pouring me another glass of champagne in the limo. “I have been looking forward to this trip forever.”

  “Me too.” I sighed, extremely aware of Kristin’s hand on my thigh in a more than friendly way. “I love that skirt. Where did you get it?”

  “Oh, it’s Marc Jacobs from like three years ago,” she said. “I may love fashion, but I will not be the girl that never wears something twice. Besides, I tend to keep my clothes longer than normal because the homeless shelter always looks at me strange when I donate couture.”

  “My donation center is always open.” I laughed. “I may be not in fashion, but that definitely doesn’t mean I can afford to wear it.”

  “Neither can she,” Jason said, eavesdropping. “But we make sure she is a happy girl.”

  “And that I am, my love,” she said, kissing Jason on the cheek and turning back to me. “Okay, you have to tell me all about this swimwear line.”

  “It’s still in the design phase,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m going to start producing the trial-run pieces when we get back. You should come out and try them on. I am in need of a model that knows what she is doing.”

  “I dabbled in modeling.” Kristin laughed. “However, I would love to come take part in this. It is so dang exciting. Jason will be on a book tour soon anyway, so I’ll be bored out of my mind.”

  The champagne, combined with the movement of the car and Kristin’s hand squeezing my thigh, had me feeling completely flushed. I found my eyes continuously being drawn back to Jason and his charming smile, strong muscles, and tanned skin. He was talking sports with Matt, not paying much attention to us at all, but the scent of his cologne in the small space of the limo was more intoxicating than the bubbly in my champagne glass. Jason had always been handsome, turning heads everywhere he went. When we were in college, Kristin and I used to count the girls that would do double takes when he passed by. It was extremely humorous to us, especially since most of the time, we were the ones who had his attention. I would have figured, though, that like so many others that started out as incredibly handsome, his looks would fade as well, but that was completely wrong. As I glanced over at his rippling muscles and perfectly-chiseled jawline, I knew that he was one of those people that would only get more handsome with age.

  When we were going to college, Jason was an English Literature major, and he was constantly working on his next “masterpiece,” or so he called every work he ever did. I had read every single one of them and knew that he was an incredibly talented writer, so when he hit it big, I was not even the least bit surprised. He had successfully published several books that all ended up on the top ten lists, and his last play was picked up by an incredibly well-known Broadway producer that was currently pitching it for production to the bigwigs in New York. That success just added to his charm and sex appeal.

  I could feel Kristin’s fingers start to run over the back of my neck, bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin. I cleared my throat and squeezed my thighs together, remembering that familiar feeling of her skin on mine. I could see the smirk move across Kristin’s lips as she continued to talk about her and Jason’s life in New York. She could tell from my reaction that I wasn’t ignoring her hands on me. She had always delighted in teasing me, even when we were younger. There had been many nights in college that we had spent in just that position, and it brought one specific memory to mind.

  Kristin, Jason, and I were at the apartment we rented together, spending a normal night in, drinking too much alcohol, and playing drinking games. When I had become too drunk to remember the rules of any of the games, Jason and Kristin talked me into playing strip poker. That led to kissing, and the next thing I knew, we were having an all-out threesome in Jason’s bed. I was replaying every moment that I could remember of that night in my mind when Matt startled me from my thoughts by kissing me on the cheek.

  I straightened up in my seat, realizing that while I was daydreaming, Kristin had leaned into Jason and they were whispering and giggling to each other. I smiled at Matt and leaned into him, remembering how excited I was to be spending a vacation with him. We both worked so much that getting time away like
that was a huge treat for both of us.

  “I want to know what you are thinking,” he whispered, making me blush.

  “You,” I said, kissing him sweetly and turning back to Kristin and Jason.

  I had never told Matt about my college sexcapades, worried that he would think of me differently. He might find it hot, but he also might find it completely crazy and uncomfortable, something I did not want to take the chance with. It had been a long time ago—no matter how much it was on my mind at that moment—and it wasn’t anything that was going on by the time Matt and I had met each other. He had hung out with all of us in college, but not in the same way that we hung out behind closed doors. He was the star football player, completely absorbed in his game, trying to make it to the big team like every other player, only Matt was also dedicated to his education. In the in-between time, he would hang out with us at the bars, talk about his last plays on the field, and was completely oblivious to the chemistry between the rest of us. It was all for the best in the end, since he probably wouldn’t have taken me seriously had he known.

  Matt and Jason had always gotten along so well, constantly talking about sports, rehashing the memories of when Matt used to play football, which he loved, and bonding over the fact that they were both married. Men did that, and though I thought it was weird, I guess it wasn’t any weirder than two girls bonding over the fact that they wore the same lipstick. Since the two of them were good friends, at least when we were around each other, I didn’t want there to be any possible occurrence of jealousy or awkwardness between them. So, I kept silent about everything from our past, just trying to keep everything on an even keel.