Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  “That is really awesome,” he replied. “So, I was wondering, would you consider being my date for New Year’s? The resort holds this amazing party, and I figured we could get all dolled up in our best black-tie attire and make everyone jealous.”

  I smiled and looked over at him, knowing that it sounded like the perfect way to bring in the New Year. I nodded my head, with my cheeks glowing red, and took a sip of my hot cocoa. I had never been to a party like that for New Year’s before, nor had I ever had anyone to ring the New Year’s in with. Grant was always out of town on New Year’s, and I didn’t feel right going out without him, even though it never stopped him from going out without me. This year, though, it looked like I was not only getting to attend an extremely glamorous party, but I was going to be on the arm of one of the handsomest men in the building. I was already excited about it.

  “I’ll get the tickets for us today,” he said, smiling. “I’ll get a third ticket for Hailey.”

  “She will be very excited,” I said.

  “And you?”

  “Let’s just say, I’m already wishing that New Year’s Eve was here,” I replied with blushed cheeks.

  The rest of the day was spent eating lunch at the restaurant and going back out on the slopes. I had gotten the skiing bug, and now, I regretted not being out there more. I still had a few days left, and now that I felt comfortable, I could go hit the slopes while Cameron was teaching a class, not worried that I was going to eat shit or break an arm. This vacation had turned into something that I hadn’t expected, and I was loving every second of it. Though my time was drawing to a close, I still had New Year’s Eve, and I was going to bring in the New Year with love, lust, and probably a whole lot of alcohol. I felt like a brand-new woman, ready to face my life with optimism and without fear. Now, all I had to do was finish what I had promised Hailey, and that was to sleep with Cameron, enjoy the experience, but not prolong the inevitable. Hopefully, sex with him was going to be the best part of my vacation, and then I would be gone.

  Chapter 17

  New Year’s Eve

  Cameron

  I stood in my room, straightening my bow tie and smoothing my hair back with gel. I smiled at the chic look I was putting on, knowing that I hadn’t gotten dressed up like that since my sister’s wedding forever ago. Even then, I wore tennis shoes, but tonight, I was pulling out all the stops, wanting to wow Bea right off the charts. I had been watching her for several days, zooming down the intermediate slopes, having a blast while I waved from my training spot. Glen was still not back, but I was more than happy to teach the classes on my own, especially since every afternoon, on my break, Bea would meet me for lunch. It had become such a normal and comfortable thing, and I was nervous about how it was going to feel when she left. Aspen had become the glamorous and exciting place that it was for me because of Bea, not that I had long left here, either.

  I walked into the living room of my suite and grabbed my tux jacket, pulling it over my shoulders and pulling my cuffs out at the sleeves. I buttoned the front buttons and put my hand in my pants pocket, turning toward the mirrored wall and looking at myself. I looked like James Bond, only without the super gadgets that his tux would normally come with. I looked down at my watch and jumped slightly, realizing I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up. I grabbed my keys and winter pea coat and headed out the door. When the elevator doors opened, there was Brian, looking dapper as ever in his tux, and nodding at me as I climbed in.

  “Picking up Hailey?”

  “Yep,” he said. “Picking up Bea?”

  “Sure am.” I laughed.

  “This is going to be epic,” he said with a straight face.

  “I believe you may be right,” I replied, patting him on the back as the doors opened to the fifth floor.

  We walked out and up to the room, pushing the cracked door open and peeking inside. Both of their rooms were shut, and the living room was empty, so we strolled inside, looking around. Brian walked over to the bar and sat down the bottle of champagne that he brought. I nodded at him and grabbed the glasses over the wet bar and walked them to him. He popped open the champagne and filled the four glasses with bubbly.

  “Ladies,” I said. “We are here.”

  “Coming,” Hailey yelled.

  I looked over at Bea’s door as the doorknob turned, and it began to creak open. Slowly, she stepped out, taking my breath away. Her hair was down, cascading in big curls over her shoulders and down her back. Her makeup was dark and striking, making her green eyes stand out more than normal. Her lips were painted with a dark red, matte lipstick, and I couldn’t help but want to immediately kiss her lips. My eyes trailed down her body to the spaghetti strap, silver-sequined dress that draped sensually over her breasts and her curves, stopping when it hit the floor. She blushed at my reaction and smiled over as Hailey walked out of the room, looking amazing as well.

  “We are going to make some men jealous tonight,” I said, looking at Brian.

  “Yes, we are,” he said, laughing.

  We all drank a small glass of champagne and then headed down to the party. We started with a plated dinner, and then moved on to dancing and drinking the night away. We all got amazing little New Year’s Eve hats, and I had to admit that even though I probably looked damn stupid in mine, Bea looked really sexy in that silver-sequined top hat that matched her dress. While Hailey and Brian disappeared, deciding to spend the rest of their night in the suite he rented for the night, Bea and I stayed downstairs with the crowd, smiling and laughing as we danced closely together under the neon strobe lights and falling confetti. I couldn’t remember a time where I had more fun with a woman, and I didn’t want the night to end. She looked absolutely radiant in her dress, although my mind wandered from time to time, thinking about getting her out of that dress and into my arms.

  We were having so much fun that I hadn’t even realized how late into the evening it was getting until the projections started and showed the New York City ball getting ready for countdown. Although being around all of these people was fun and exciting, I really wanted to have that moment where we shifted from one year to the next, alone with Bea. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, taking her champagne from her hands.

  “Come on,” I said, grabbing my coat, and putting it around her shoulders. “I have a better place in mind for ringing in the New Year.”

  She smiled at me and pulled the coat around her shoulders, holding it tightly in front of her. I took her hand and led her from the event room and across the marble floors of the lobby. When we reached the doors, I held them open, stepping out into the cold and snow. I walked up next to her and scooped her into my arms, cradling her as I took the semi-shoveled path around to the courtyard where I had watched her laughing and smiling the first day she got there. Who knew that we would have come this far, that we would be wrapped around each other on this beautiful New Year’s Eve? She smiled and giggled as I held her close, turning toward the slopes where I knew the resort would be shooting off fireworks. We could hear the people on the inside, coupled with the people out in the yard, counting down to the New Year. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  “Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year,” I said.

  She turned her head to me as the first blasts of fireworks shot up into the air, coloring the snow in blues and purples all around us. She looked absolutely gorgeous under the sparkling lights, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against hers. I could feel fireworks of my own going off in my chest as our warm mouths pressed against each other. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, letting me kiss her deeper and more passionately. My hands gripped tightly to her sides as my tongue moved across her crimson lips, her breath increasing with every stroke. Her lips opened to mine, and heat took over as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

  When we finally pulled apart, we were both out of breath, our lips curling up into smiles and laughter echoing f
rom our chests. We looked back up at the fireworks and neon lights streaming down the slopes, the sounds of cheers and parties flowing through the air. I had never viewed New Year’s Eve quite like I was at that moment with Bea in my arms. She was everything pure and sweet about my life at that time, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to ring in the New Year.

  I carried her back to the front of the building and laid her gently back down on her feet. A crowd of people came out of the doors, laughing and smiling as they passed, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. I thought about asking her if she wanted to go back to the party, but I already knew the answer, and mine was exactly the same. Before I could speak, she reached out her hand and pulled me close.

  “Come with me,” she whispered, just inches from my lips.

  I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, and electricity shot through my chest. All I could do was nod my head, agreeing to follow her anywhere she wanted to lead. We walked back into the resort and over to the elevators, smiling as people exited. We climbed inside and stood to the right, letting the others join us as well. Slowly, the elevator moved upward while we stood close together, tightly clutching each other’s hand. When the elevator reached the fifth floor, we smiled at the others and exited, walking to the door and waiting for Bea to get her key card out. When we entered, I shut the door behind us and watched as Bea moved gracefully into the living room, turning on the gas fireplace in her room and the living room. She took my coat from her shoulders and hung it on the hooks, turning around and smiling sweetly at me.

  I walked carefully across the room and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled again and pulled off her heels, setting them by the fireplace and grabbing the blanket from the chair. We sat down on the couch and watched the flames begin to build behind the glass front of the fireplace. The shadows of the flames danced across the room as the fireworks exploded outside. I pulled her in close to me, wrapping my arm around her and leaning back, undoing the bow tie around my neck. Bea rubbed her hand up and down my chest, pressing her fingertips in as she moved. The tension between us was palpable, and I could barely control the erection growing in my pants as I glanced down at her barely-covered breasts.

  She swung her legs up and over my lap, the slit in her dress falling to the side, revealing her leg all the way up to her thigh. I pulled one hand up on her knee and the other to her face, pulling her in for another kiss. This time, I could feel the passion and lust behind her lips, and it pushed heat through my entire body. I leaned forward, kissing her deeper and deeper, slowly moving my hand up her quivering thigh and to the edge of her dress. She breathed heavily into my mouth, pulling her hands up to the buttons on my shirt and slowly pulling them through the holes. Her fingertips moved over my bare skin, sending butterflies shooting through my stomach.

  I reached forward and pulled her fully in my lap, pushing her dress up to the slit and around her waist. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed her body across my rock-solid cock. I groaned, grabbing her waist and thrusting my hips upward, watching her as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the straps on her gown and pulled them down her arms. Her dress fell down around her waist, and her breasts bounced slightly from the movement. They were perky, firm, and big, and I leaned forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t take much more. I needed to get her naked, to taste her body on my lips.

  I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, scooting forward on the couch and standing up, wrapping her legs around my waist and walking toward her bedroom. Once inside, I kicked the door closed behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed, groaning as she began to grind her hips along my restrained shaft. I pushed my cock upward as she slid along it, our motions matching and becoming more and more heated by the second. I could feel the heat between her legs, and I knew that I needed to know what it felt like to be deep inside of her, to hear her scream out in pleasure, and to feel her juices as she came.

  I wanted to know every part of her before the night was over.

  Chapter 18

  Bea

  Everything about the feeling of Cameron’s hands on my body felt right. Every swish of his tongue against my breast, every stroke of his strong, rough hands, and every thrust of his hips against my wet mound. He sat us down on the edge of the bed, and I ran my fingers up the back of his neck, tilting my head and kissing him passionately. The feeling of his tongue lapping through my mouth, the taste of whiskey on his breath, and the feeling of his heated breath in my throat turned me on more than anything else had my entire life. I felt like I couldn’t be close enough to him, like my aching wouldn’t stop until he was deep inside of me, filling me to the brim with his cock. From the feeling between my legs, my dream had been accurate, and his shaft was long and thick. My pussy was basically drooling to get him inside of it, but I had to hold out, not wanting this to be a short encounter, especially since I planned on it being the only one.

  I leaned back and pulled his shirt and bow tie off of him, tossing them to the floor and then running my hands over his bulging muscles. As my fingers gripped down into his biceps, I moved my hips like a wave, sliding my pussy up and down his clothed shaft. My black satin panties were sopping wet, and I sat up slightly on my knees, undoing his belt and zipper.

  “Take them off,” I whispered.

  He raised his body up and pulled his pants down to his ankles, followed by his boxers. I lifted his big, hard cock upward toward his stomach and slowly lowered myself, straddling the shaft with my wet mound. He groaned, reaching around, grabbing my dress, and pulled it over my head and tossed it to the side. I ground up and down his shaft, not yet letting it enter inside of me. He bit his lips and grabbed my breasts, massaging them tightly, and I moved over him, dry humping him with my silk panties and deep, lustful stare. I wanted him to want me so badly that he couldn’t stand it. I wanted his tattooed arms to put me in my place, to throw me down and take me hard and long. To do that, I needed to tease him, to build him up so much that he couldn’t behave himself any longer. I wanted to push the animal inside of him out, ravaging my body and allowing me to reach new heights.

  I grabbed onto the hair at the back of his head and yanked it backward, exposing his neck. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from his chest up to his chin and then across his lips. He smiled coyly as I attempted to take control, knowing there was no way he was having that, at all. He held me around the waist and stood up, stepping out of his pants and turning around. He tossed me on the bed, smiling as I bounced up and down, giggling to myself. I watched as he took off his shoes and socks and leaned forward, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them on the floor. I scooted up the bed until my head was on the pillow and leaned back, watching him crawl toward me, licking his lips. I spread my legs apart, opening up for him and his cock, but he stopped short and lowered himself down on the bed.

  His face collapsed into my pulsing mound, his tongue reaching out and running through my juices and up to my clit. I moaned out, grabbing onto the bed beside me, feeling the warmth of his breath on my pussy. He reached up and spread my folds apart, moving up and down while his other hand slid up my thigh and flickered through my juices. My body moved against his face as he slid two fingers up and deep inside of me. I reached down and grabbed the top of his head, moving my hips in rhythm with his mouth. I could feel the deep-down urge building inside of my stomach, and I breathed deeply, trying to control it. The tips of his fingers flicked wildly inside of me, pushing me into a frenzy of sweat and screams. He pushed down on my hips, forcing me still while his mouth opened wider and he focused in on my clit, sucking and nibbling as my thighs began to shake at his sides.

  My body had never felt something so amazing, and it betrayed me at every move. I could feel the heat begin to ignite in my stomach, and I grasped down again on the bed. His fingers moved faster at my reaction, and I could feel his tongue flicking double time against my nub. Just as his hands picked up speed, my b
ack arched high, and my head dug into the bed. An explosion erupted inside of me, and I screamed out, clamping my thighs around his face and digging my heels into the mattress. I tried to scream out, just like my dream, but the air was caught in my lungs while the passion flew through every part of my body. As the feeling began to dissipate, the air came out, along with a high-pitched whimper. My body relaxed back into the bed, and Cameron sat up, a happy look on his face.

  Immediately, I sat up, pushing him backward and smirking as he pulled his legs out from underneath him and watched me ready myself to return the favor. I dipped my head down and grabbed onto his shaft with my hand, running my tongue along the length of his erection. He growled out, feeling my mouth wrap around the tip of his cock and move slowly down as far as I could go.

  I gripped the bottom his shaft and began to bob my head up and down, moving deeper and deeper each time. He moaned, rubbing his hand over my head and looking down at me as my eyes darted up, meeting his. I could feel the saliva drip down his cock and into my hand. My other hand came up to massage his balls. Getting momentum and opening my throat, I pulled my hand back and deep-throated him, stopping for a moment and allowing my throat to contract on his shaft.

  Suddenly, he pulled at my head, bringing my face up and pulling me forward until my face met his. I pulled my legs around him and straddled him, reaching down and pulling his cock upward. Slowly, I lowered myself down, gasping as his huge cock pushed deep inside of my body. I could feel his shaft pulsating inside of me, and I knew with all the foreplay, it wouldn’t be long. I yearned to feel him come, to hear his voice breaking underneath of me.