“Touch me already,” I groan, and he smirks, his tongue flicking across my lips, before he kisses me again lightly.
“Your desire is my command, my sexy little virgin.” With that, his hand slides lower, his fingers parting my pussy lips, and gliding along my slit. I gasp and twist in my seat, eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. “You are so wet for me. I love that, Joyce.” He kisses my jawline, my neck, my collarbone. Then, without warning, he pulls his hand away, and I gasp in protest. He can’t be done, not yet.
But he only lifts his fingers to his lips. Inhales deeply, then catches my eyes as he slides his finger, coated in my juices, into his mouth. My eyes widen, and my clit aches even more. Fuck, that’s hot.
But in this pause, my heart starts to beat even faster. What am I doing? I’m so out of my depth here. I’ve never even had sex, never gotten anywhere past kissing with a guy, and now I’m this close to fucking a guy I just met–practically in public, no less. I cast a wild glance around the restaurant, half expecting the waiter to be lingering at a table nearby watching us, or maybe calling the police to come arrest us for public indecency.
But there’s nobody else here. Just us, alone in the corner of this room that feels like it’s set somewhere else, a wild forest away from the city, away from time. Just me and Declan, and his hand tight around my waist, his other hand sliding back between my legs to my pussy again, his fingers spread so they curve around my lips and the heel of his hand rests on my mound.
“Your virgin pussy is so fucking delicious, Joyce,” he murmurs. Then he kisses me, and I can taste what he means, the echo of myself on his lips, mingling with his own particular flavor. A taste I can’t get enough of.
“I can’t wait to drive you wild,” he adds, his fingers circling my clit now, zeroing in. His thumb brushes the very tip of my clit, and I jump in my seat, electrified. On edge with wanting. “I’ll make you crave me,” he whispers into my mouth. “Teach you all the ways I can make you come, again and again… Do you want that, Joyce?”
“Yes,” I breathe, and then his fingers are moving, his thumb circling my clit, pressing a little harder with each revolution, even as his other fingers spread my pussy lips wide again. Slide back and forth along my slit, until they’re coated in my juices. He toys with my entrance, and I buck toward him, wanting him. But suddenly, it’s not enough that he’s touching me—I want to do the same.
I slide my hands down his chest, over his abs, tracing the sharp V-line of his muscles through his shirt toward his lap. I pause halfway there, hesitant, but he rests his free hand on my wrist and guides me to keep moving.
“Don’t worry.” He smirks down at me, watching me touch him tentatively. “I don’t bite. Much,” he adds with a wicked grin.
Then he places my hand directly on top of his cock.
I can feel him through the fabric, thick and larger than I expected. I trace the outline through his pants, not daring to do more.
He’s not having that. “Undo my pants, Joyce.”
Ignoring a sudden flare of nerves, I start to undo his button, fumbling with the unfamiliar shape—I’ve never tried to unbutton someone else’s pants before.
That’s when he stops, his hand freezing, and for a second my hips continue to buck, grinding my pussy against his hand, until he pulls his hand out from my skirt, and I sigh in protest.
“I want to touch you, too,” I murmur, my voice low, disappointed.
But Declan is still smiling at me, those eyes too sharp, too smart. He’s noticed something. My hands still at his pants.
“Joyce,” he says, his voice low, patient. “Have you ever seen a cock before?”
I swallow hard. Dart a glance down at his lap, then back to his face. “Not in person,” I admit shyly.
Gently, he cups his hands around my wrists and pulls them away from his pants. Then, to my surprise, he undoes them himself. Opening the fly, then parting his boxers, until his already hard cock springs free.
God, he’s huge. My eyes widen, taking in his size. The way the veins stand out along the sides, and a bead of precum glistens on the tip. The way the head of his cock bulges a little larger than the shaft around it, and the whole thing curves upward toward me, like it’s straining to reach me of its own volition.
Of course, it is. There’s a reason he’s already so rock-hard.
“You enjoy what you see?”
I nod numbly.
He grins.
To my surprise, Declan lets go of his cock then, his hands drifting back to me, running through my hair. I glance up at him, surprised, and he smiles at me.
“Go ahead,” he says. “Touch my cock.”
I don’t need any more prompting than that. I’m too turned on by the feeling of his hands on me earlier, and the heady scent of him, even stronger now. Not to mention the sight of his magnificent cock.
I wrap my hands around his length. Trail my fingers over his cock, marveling at the way it feels velvety smooth, but hard as a rock underneath that. Strong and soft at once. Fuck, I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel the way he would stretch my pussy, fill me completely.
I lean down, breathe in his scent deeply, and slowly, hesitantly, brush his cock against my cheek.
“That’s right, Joyce,” he murmurs. “Put your mouth on me.”
I turn my head, letting my lips kiss the side of his shaft, and–
A distant bell sound interrupts. “Shit,” Declan swears, shifting beneath me. I sit up, startled, and watch him dig through his pockets until he draws out his phone, which continues to ding, tolling like a church bell.
He taps something that silences the alarm but doesn’t put the phone back into his pocket. He taps on the screen, types something in, eyes narrowed in concentration. After a moment, he sets the phone aside again and runs his hands through his hair, before he locks eyes with me once more and grins. “Where were we?”
“What was that?” I ask, one eyebrow raised, wondering what on earth could be so distracting right now.
He cups the back of my head with one hand, guiding me gently toward his cock once more. “Nothing to worry about,” he says, as I slowly let him draw me back toward his cock. “Someone outbid me on you, but I set up an alert in case that happened. It’s taken care of now.”
I blink, startled, and turn to peek up at him. He has an alarm set for my auction? All to make sure he wins me?
He wasn’t kidding when he said he always gets what he wants.
And I can’t lie, the fact that he’s so determined to have me, that he knows he wants me and is willing to stop at nothing to get me, is pretty fucking hot. Feeling dirty in the best possible way, I shift my face back to him, and trail my tongue up the length of his cock. “That’s it. Now, try licking slower, along each side…”
I obey his directions, licking one side, then the other. At the top, I swirl my tongue across his tip, loving the way he fists my hair, his hips shifting against the bench as he groans faintly.
Even as I start to lick and kiss my way along his shaft, though, my mind drifts. Should we be doing this? He hasn’t won the auction yet. Does this count as sex? How does that website work legally? What happens if we have sex before he wins me? Can I be thrown off the site, not get paid? Could they even do anything to me?
But Declan is tightening his grip on my hair. “Open your mouth, Joyce,” he says as he pulls me down, and I part my lips, letting his cock slide into my mouth, and then I don’t have time to think about the legalities anymore. I’m too focused on this moment, the salty-heavy taste of him, the way his flavor lingers on my tongue and his cock feels so thick in my mouth as I stretch my lips wide around him. I’ve never done this before. I wonder if I’m doing it right. I steal a peek up at him and find his eyes half-closed, fixed on me.
“Fuck, Joyce,” he hisses between clenched teeth, and I love the way his voice sounds, strained and low. “Right there. You’re doing perfect,” he gasps.
I do this to him. I can give him as much pleasur
e as he gives me. I hum deep in my throat, pleased, and feel his cock jump along my tongue as he tenses. “You like that?” he asks softly. “You like the taste of my cock in your mouth?”
I moan again, throatier this time, so my lips vibrate around him.
“Deeper, Joyce,” he coaxes, then inhales sharply when I widen my mouth and slide forward, swallowing him deeper. I take him into my mouth until I feel the tip of his cock brush the back of my throat. Then I tense, afraid I’m going to gag or mess this up. “Relax,” he says. “Breathe, and let me take control.”
He’s already pulling me back, hand tightening around my hair to control my speed. The message is implicit: Trust me. After all, he knows what he’s doing. And he’s into me because I don’t, not yet.
He’s got to teach me.