Auctioned to the Biker

by Mia Ford

  I picked my hips up from the grass and grabbed onto his hair, shoving him into me and grinding against his face. His smoothly shaven skin was soft against mine, and I felt him reach up as he slid two fingers inside of me and rubbed his other hand up my body between my tits. I pushed harder against his head as I moaned loudly and fucked his face in the grass and moss. He groaned into my pussy as my wetness continued to increase until it was dripping from my body. Faster and faster he fingered me while he ran his tongue over my clit and plunged in with his fingers. I could feel the orgasm building higher, but I kept it suppressed, wanting to feel more of his mouth.

  He sat up and began to quickly unbuckle his pants, obviously giving in to the urge to plow into me, but I sat up and pushed him down, pulled off his clothes, and sat on his face. He grabbed my hips and groaned as my pussy grazed over his mouth. I reached out and grasped his rock-hard cock in both hands and leaned over, taking it into my mouth. His groan vibrated through my mound, and I screamed out, feeling myself close to the edge. I lifted myself upward trying to gather control, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back down onto his face. I sat up and ran my hands up my breasts, giving in as I ground harder against his mouth. As I reached my peak, he began to finger me hard and fast while he sucked on my clit, which caused my orgasm to spiral out of control. I arched my back and squeezed my tits, screaming loudly.

  Just as my body began to untense, he pushed me down him until I hovered over his cock. I bit my lip and slid down the shaft. I felt him filling me up completely. He growled loudly behind me and grabbed onto the ground below him and watched me grind on his cock as I faced the fountain. I looked around the open space in front of me and became aware of how public we really were. However, instead of feeling timid and tense, I felt completely aroused and pushed down his shaft, harder and faster. There was something free and erotic about sex in public, something I didn’t know that I liked until that moment.

  “Bend forward,” he growled as he pushed on my back.

  I reached forward and grabbed his ankles as I pushed backward and forward over and over. He reached up and grabbed onto my ass and ran his thumb through my cheeks. I moaned loudly at the sensation, making him grab my hips and push me forward and back at a faster pace. Milos sat up slightly as he ran his fingers down my back, before pulling out of me and pushing my body down on the ground. He grabbed my legs and slid them apart and leaned into my body as he thrust forward through my wetness. I laid my cheek on the cool ground and reached my arms forward, digging into the soil with my nails. I moaned loud in short bursts that matched his motions. He reached underneath me and pulled my ass higher in the air. I spread my legs outward and steadied my knees underneath.

  Slowly, he pulled in and out, feeling my sopping pussy contract and release around his massive erection. I could tell he was holding back, and I arched my back, giving him more access to go deeper. I wanted it so bad, I could taste it, but he wasn’t willing to give in to the pleas my body was making. I could feel every inch of his cock as he slid it slowly in and out of me. He grabbed on to the back of my neck and pushed in deep with a loud groan.

  “I want to make you come,” I moaned.

  “You will,” he gasped. “But not until I feel that wetness around my cock.”

  It was almost like we were playing a game to see who could make each other go first. Part of me wanted to feel another release like the last, but the other part of me wanted to win at this game. I looked back at him and caught his eyes. I put two fingers in my mouth and sucked hard on them before I pushed them down between my legs and started rubbing my clit. He bit his lip and shook his head as a coy smile erupted on his face. He knew I was playing right along with his game.

  “God, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, chuckling as he pushed hard and deep.

  I took my hand and pushed him from behind me and turned over on my back with my legs spread wide apart.

  “Give me what you got, Prince,” I said with a cocked smile.

  “I don’t know if you can handle that,” he whispered as he leaned in close, stroking his cock.

  “Show me,” I teased. My hands ran through my pussy and up to his dick. I pulled hard and watched as his shaft slid into my wetness.

  We’d had sex several times now, but at that moment, even I was unsure of whether I could hold out any longer.

  Chapter 14: Milos

  My shaft dripped with Adriana’s wetness, and I looked down at her, not wanting to stop, but definitely feeling my control lessen by the second. She was so fucking hot. I had been with hot women before, but this girl drove me nuts. Usually, I would fuck a girl once and be done with her. My attention would move on to something else, but not with Adriana. When I was not with her, I couldn’t get her off my mind, and when I was with her, all I could think about was her hot naked body. It was like I was under some sort of spell, and even though I had told myself that I would give us some space, feeling my shaft slide in and out of her evaporated that restraint in an instant.

  Adriana’s soft hands grazed over my stomach as I moved inside of her, trying to bring her to orgasm. She bit her lip and tipped her head back, grinning at the feeling of me deep inside of her. Her wild eyes and billowing curls looked absolutely amazing against the bright colors beneath us, and at that moment, she was the only girl in the world. She moved her hips in a winding motion as I thrust deep inside of her, before slowly pulling out and going back for more. Her wet pussy was so inviting, and I could still taste her on my lips. I reached down and grabbed her hips, giving her strong short bursts of my cock as I gritted my teeth, trying not to pull out and blow my load all over her bouncing tits. I set her hips down and pulled out for a second, giving my cock time to cool off.

  “No way,” she said, smiling as she wagged her finger at me. “That’s not fair. No breaks for you, mister. Now, fuck me harder.”

  Holy shit, she knew just what to say to me to make me move. I smiled mischievously at her as I picked her hips back up and jammed it in as hard as I could. She flung her arms out to the side and arched her back, screaming in pleasure. The grass beneath her fingers was raked back as she clawed for some sort of release, a release I was planning on giving her very soon.

  “More,” she moaned. “Give me more.”

  I pushed harder and harder into her, trying to break her resolve and feel her come, but as the heat in my belly pushed downward, I wasn’t sure if I was going to last that long. I growled low in my chest as I bent over toward her and pulled her mouth against mine. She moaned softly into my mouth as my body pushed against hers. Without warning, I had laid down into her, and she wrapped her legs around me, grinding while I pushed deep inside of her. She moaned louder and arched her back, exploding around my cock. I could feel the warmth of her wetness gush over me, and immediately, I felt my own orgasm begin to creep up. I reached down and grabbed her hips and thrust hard and fast until I could feel my body tense and my cock swell. With one last thrust, I released, feeling my dick pulsate inside of her dripping pussy. Pleasure shot through my body, and I closed my eyes as I groaned loudly into her mouth.

  I laid there, still inside of her, for several more moments until finally, I was able to use my body again. I kissed her lips as I pulled out and sat up on my knees, wincing internally as I felt a twinge of guilt push against my chest. I reached down and helped to her feet, handed her the panties on the ground and stood while we got dressed. She smiled sweetly as she buttoned the last few buttons over her breasts, covering up her skin. If I had it my way, we wouldn’t leave this maze for at least another hour. However, as the uneasiness in my stomach built, I knew it was time to walk her back out.

  I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead, unable to shake the pull I felt for her. She was so beautiful, and as she stood in the bright sunlight, I couldn’t help but allow myself to feel for her for just a moment. However, as we walked arm and arm back through the maze of bushes, that moment faded, and my guilt turned to fear. We stepped out of the maze, back into the
garden, and walked slowly toward the castle doors. She leaned her head against my shoulder, and I could feel the fear as it turned to panic.

  “We should have dinner together tonight,” she cooed. “We could set up out here and eat under the stars.”

  “That sounds lovely,” I said as I mustered an excuse. “But unfortunately, I can’t. I have a dinner meeting with some of the council. I’m sorry, darling. Rain check?”

  She shook her head with a disappointed look on her face, and my fears started to mix with guilt again. I walked her back up to the castle doors and kissed her on the cheek, trying to avoid eye contact. I could tell she wasn’t sure of my choice of excuse, but I turned and walked away without another word. The last thing I wanted was for us to have another fight. I was too pent up at that moment and knew I would be defensive and cruel. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched as she took a deep breath and turned toward the castle. Once I had seen her enter the palace, I made a beeline for my quarters.

  I couldn’t move fast enough to escape the fear bulging in my chest at that moment. I searched the room for my phone and called down to the servant’s quarters, asking for a car to be pulled up out front. I gathered some clothes into a bag and headed out the back way, so as to not be seen. I needed to get away and get away fast. Fear was driving me absolutely insane. There was no way I could let myself feel these feelings. I would end up stuck in a marriage, and my freedom would be gone.

  I jumped into the town car out front and set the course for the capital, where I could get into a hotel, get changed, and head out to the bars. While the car moved further from the palace, I pulled my hands through my hair with frustration. I had let myself go with this girl, and I should have known from the beginning. She was too beautiful, too smart, and way too charming for me not to have feelings for her. How I thought I could get away with this, I didn’t know, but I was kicking myself for getting into this situation. Whether I liked it or not, which I had made sure to not think about, this woman was my life for the next eleven months.

  For an entire year, I was going to have to continue to torture myself, trying to keep my hands off of her. Who was I kidding? If I continued to fuck her and bolt, she was eventually going to call me out on it or leave the castle altogether. Regardless of contracts, Adriana was no fool, nor would she sit around and let someone like me screw with her head. There were too many men out there that deserved a woman like Adriana, and I wasn’t one of them. Part of me knew that was true, while the other knew I was making up excuses to feel better about leaving. The all-out truth of the matter was, she scared the hell out of me with her radiant smile and perfect body. Just the way she arched her back sent waves through my cock, and thinking about her kind nature, well, that was just a double threat.

  Once I arrived at the hotel, my mind had calmed a bit, and I was just ready to get out and do some drinking. Nothing cut a woman from your mind quicker than a fifth of whiskey and some sexy girls. After changing into one of my best suits, I took a shot for the road and headed down to the capital for some fun. The bars were packed, and there were beautiful women everywhere. As I sat at the bar talking it up with two buxom blondes, the only thing I could think of was Adriana and what she was doing at that moment.

  The frustration of this woman in my mind was driving me absolutely mad. So, I paid my tab and moved on to the next bar. Bar after bar, woman after woman, I repeated the same cycle. I had a few drinks, tried to focus on the sexy women in front of me, and then in frustration, moved on to the next place. I tried whiskey, I tried brunettes, I even tried drinking a martini, but nothing was shaking the thought of her from my mind.

  Eventually, I ended up at a strip club, a strange place to get my current stripper wife out of my mind. I ordered bottle service and invited two of the strippers over to join me. By that point, I had drunk my fair share and was feeling loose and ready to mingle. However, as I slid my hand over the stripper’s tight thigh, Adriana’s gorgeous smile flashed through my mind. I saw her as she laid in the moss and grass earlier, haunting me with our amazing afternoon together.

  I pulled my hand back and poured another shot, hoping I could drown out this ghost in my mind. The way she looked at me was refreshing and pure. It was as if she was seeing me and not anyone else. I wanted to be the man she deserved so badly, but I was terrified of cutting off my freedom and sinking myself into something so beautiful.

  I forced my hand back over the stripper’s leg and ran it up her thigh, grazing her pussy with my fingers. She looked over at me and winked, and I knew if I wanted her, I could have her right here and right now. Even though my mind was on this stripper, my cock was having none of it, and I felt absolutely nothing in my pants. Fuck, Adriana had gotten me so deep, my own cock was revolting against me. In my drunken haze, I thought maybe if I just got in one good lay with someone else, these thoughts would stop haunting me, but it looked like that wasn’t going to happen.

  Instead, I started to drink way heavier than before. By the time the strip club closed, I was three sheets to the wind, trying to focus on the sidewalk under my feet as the two strippers helped me toward the hotel. I groped at the blonde’s tits and watched as she ran her hand up the outside of my pants. I shook my head as she pouted at me, noticing my dick didn’t react to her at all. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or Adriana, but something was making damn sure I wasn’t able to have any fun that night.

  The alcohol didn’t help me get rid of Adriana, but there was definitely something else that would, a complete liquor blackout. That’s exactly where I headed, and quickly. From there, my mind started to shift in and out of consciousness, and all I really remembered was bits and pieces of crossing the lobby and leaning against the elevator wall, hoping I didn’t puke everywhere. It was like a bad movie with random scenes flashing through it, and nothing making much sense at all. As soon as my feet hit the penthouse floor, my mind went blank, and nothing else besides Adriana’s sweet smile passed through.

  Chapter 15: Adriana

  I laid in my bed and watched as the rain ran down my window. I had hoped Milos would have come into my room during the night, but he hadn’t, and I woke up alone as usual. Outside of my bedroom chamber, I could hear the servants scurrying about, cleaning up as they whispered back and forth. It was strange for me to hear them at all, much less whispering in low tones outside of my door. I pulled myself from the bed, curious as to what all the noise was about. I opened my bedroom doors, still dressed in my pajamas, and stared out at the girls who froze instantly and looked down at the floor.

  “Okay,” I said putting my hands on my hips. “What’s going on?”

  I looked at each of the girls, but everyone refused to look me in the face. I walked forward, toward the head servant, and noticed she was clutching a newspaper in her hands. There was obviously something these women didn’t want me to see.

  “All right,” I sighed, holding out my hand. “Give it to me. It can’t be that bad.”

  The woman looked up at me but didn’t move, obviously not wanting to be the one to hand me the paper. She took a deep breath and met my eyes as she handed it over and shooed the other girls from the wing. She stopped at the door and looked back at me.

  I opened the paper and stared down at the picture on the front page. It was Milos with two girls strung around his neck. He looked completely wasted and the headline read, “Trouble In Paradise?”

  Slowly, I crumpled up the paper and threw it hard at the floor. That’s why he never came to my room. He was too busy screwing some dirty whores in the capital. To make matters worse, he made the front page of the paper, which humiliated me and showed he didn’t give two shits about the price I had to pay for this whole ordeal.

  “Can I get you anything, Your Grace?” The servant obviously felt terrible, but I was glad I had seen the paper in the privacy of my own room, instead of in front of the Queen.

  “No, thank you,” I said, shaking my head.

  How could I have been so stupid? I h
ad really given a piece of myself to him in that hedge maze in the gardens, and he’d given me the same thing he always did, absolutely nothing. He had taken my forgiveness and wiped his ass with it, making me look like an idiot. I went back to my room and laid down in the bed, resolute to not get up for the rest of the day, and that is exactly what I did.

  Several days passed and still, I heard nothing from Milos. Either he was too drunk to care or he was hiding out, knowing he had to face both me and his mother when he returned. Whichever it was, it wasn’t boding well for him with the kingdom or the Parliament. One good part about being the girl no one pays attention to is the sheer amount of information you get from just walking the halls past the royal council and members of Parliament.

  While I was in self-induced exile, I figured, what better of time to go through the bags I had brought with me? Slowly, I pulled my old clothes from the backpack and laid them out. I grabbed my toiletry bag, excited to finally find my favorite body spray. I opened the case and dug around, running my hand across a tampon and stopping in horror. I dropped the case and ran over to my phone, pulling up the calendar and shaking my head. My period had been like clockwork my entire life, and I realized at that moment, that I was more than two weeks late. I had forgotten my birth control pills in Prague and vowed to reorder here, but with the wedding and everything else, I had completely forgotten. Immediately, I started to panic, wondering if I was, in fact, pregnant with Milos’s child.

  I grabbed one of my old pairs of jeans and sweatshirt from the bed and threw them on, pulling the hood up high. I peeked out of the door and called the head servant over and whispered into her ear. I needed her to discreetly get me into the city so I could go to the store. I told her it was private but of grave importance. She thought for a moment before she reached through the door and grabbed my arm. I followed her into the servant quarters and out the back door where she had parked her car. She drove me slowly into the city as I hid my face, and parked outside of the local drug store. I walked in with my head down, not wanting to be noticed, and grabbed a pregnancy test. A sick feeling washed over me as I handed the money to the girl behind the register and glanced over at the Prince and his whores on the cover of every magazine there.