Free The Highest Bidder by Sommer Marsden

cut her off with a kiss, his body heavy over hers as he wrestled clumsily with her skirt.
    ‘Those buttons are fake,’ she squealed, laughing as she undid the back zipper herself.
    ‘Silly women’s clothes. Who needs fake buttons?’ he growled.
    Casey shimmied and shook and contorted and finally, tangled but ready, they were partially bare. And she kissed him, holding his head in her hands, toying her tongue along his. The feel of his cock, pressed hard and warm to the split of her pussy lips was maddening. But she wanted to be tortured just a little.
    Casey thrust her hips up gently, rubbing her sex to his erection until he made a noise like an animal and roughly pinned her hips. And then it was Nick rubbing his hard-on to her labia. Every so often the pressure and mild friction on her clit made her hiss.
    ‘I think I’m falling in love with you,’ he said, stilling. ‘When I saw you up there, so obviously sinking but so intent on … talking. And what you said about me–’
    ‘Shh,’ she pressed her finger to his lips. He kissed her finger and then sucked it into the soaking wet velvet of his mouth.
    Her pussy clenched with arousal and butterflies buzzed in her stomach. She thrust her finger a bit deeper, barely able to make out his eyes in the shaded car. But he rocked against her, creating a fresh slide of fluid between her thighs.
    She rotated her hips to let her legs fall open a bit. For him to feel her heat, her wetness – to tempt him.
    And he sucked her finger again making her moan.
    ‘It’s how I feel. Do I have to hide it?’
    ‘No,’ she said, spreading them a bit more. ‘Just be gentle with me, my heart, I mean. Just be … patient.’
    He nodded and then his hands were rough on her inner thighs, prying them wide. Before he grabbed himself and slid the head of his cock along her moist entrance, he pinched her inner thigh. Just hard enough to bring everything into sharp focus. Just hard enough to make her vision sparkle with light and make her forget her impending tears.
    ‘You seem to like a tiny hint of pain with your pleasure, did you know?’ He cocked his head, grinning.
    ‘Actually, no,’ she admitted, watching him. And as if in slow motion, he pinched her again. Not too hard, not too soft – just right. And a flood of her own juices graced the top of her thighs.
    Nick groaned and said, ‘See, that’s what I mean.’
    His fingers delved into her to test her and stretch her and tease. And then he shook his head and said to her earlobe, ‘Enough play. I need this. I need you.’
    He slid into her, his big working-man hands pinning her hips to the leather seat. She was unable to move and it thrilled her through her chest and in her heart. She was entirely his – at his mercy. He fucked her slowly, watching her face like she held secrets. Casey tried to rise up to meet him, but he pushed her firmly down and moved into her as he wanted.
    ‘Don’t run from me,’ he said. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it.
    ‘I won’t.’
    ‘Show me.’
    So she did. She wrapped her arms around him and when he released her hips, her legs looped around his waist. Nick slipped his hands beneath her hips and tilted her just so. He drove into her deep and when he was fully in her, stretching her in the most delicious way, Casey tilted her hips up a bit more and gasped when that extra zing of pleasure coursed through her.
    The first slow spasm came over her and he bit her lip lightly as she whimpered. Nick didn’t pull free of her, he simply stayed sunken deep and rocked, his hips a slow motion roll from one side to the other, nudging that sweet bundle of nerve endings that had her grasping at him like a drowning woman.
    ‘I won’t run,’ she promised freely as the orgasm slammed her. Her hips shot up and she bit him so that he growled.
    ‘Don’t come, don’t come,’ she begged and pulled herself back so he was forced to pull out.
    It was comical really, the clown car effect, and they were