Free The Highest Bidder by Sommer Marsden Page B

started to lap at her in soft, gentle strokes.
    Her hair tickled her face and she sighed, not sure if she was more turned on by the heated softness of his tongue on her clit – dragging slowly so she felt the urge to lower herself more and prod him on – or the sight of him.
    He was hard against her cheek and she inhaled the salted scent of their coupling on his cock. The skin, silk and steel against her face. Perfection.
    Just to make him crazy, she pressed the damp tip of her tongue – held rigid and still – to the slit at the top. The ocean-flavoured drop of precome made her cave though. Along with the noise he made – half desperation, half aggression.
    She sucked his cock into her mouth slowly, savouring every salty inch. Her tongue swirled and played over the ridges of veins and the smooth sheath. She managed to get him all the way in by relaxing her throat and it was then that he clamped his mouth over her pussy, applying perfect suction and the slippery nudges of his tongue pushed her over the edge.
    She came with a long moan stifled by the length of him in her mouth, in her throat.
    Nick thrust up under her, once, twice and she prepared herself to swallow him down the way he was swallowing her. He continued to probe and lick, extracting every sugary spasm from her orgasm. Casey, played her tongue over him and felt him driving up just a bit more – a controlled but chaotic rhythm that said he was close. So fucking close.
    Her fingers tickled over his balls, her hair brushing his thighs. She bobbed her head, willing him to give it up but he whispered, ‘Let me up.’
    She thought about arguing, but the thought of him fucking her, penetrating her – taking her –won out and she moved for him.
    Nick dragged her to the floor and pressed her breasts and belly to the sofa.
    ‘I love your back when I fuck you like this,’ he said in her ear, his tongue sliding along her throat, smothering her pulse. ‘I love the way you look – like a painting.’
    He gripped her hips hard and drove into her – rough without preamble.
    Possessive
    She almost came when the thought flitted through her head, a luminescent butterfly of a thought.
    He fucked her in short thrusts that banged her belly to the cushions. His fingers reached around to find her – firm and slippery. Small brutal circles brought her closer and closer and Casey ground her clit to his whirling fingers.
    Nick’s voice had come down to a rasp. He nibbled her earlobe hard enough to make her nipples pebble and her cunt flex. But it was when he growled, ‘Mine,’ as he came that she lost it.
    Casey came with him, her body splayed against the sofa, her hair tangled around her face. All she could hear was his breath and her heart and the blood banging between them as they came. And for one second she wasn’t sure where he started and she ended.
    And that was fine by her.

    ‘Read this,’ she said, putting her feet on the coffee table. They were freshly showered and dressed in sweats. He looked cute in her sweats. Thank God she was tall and liked to keep some XLs in the house. Or he’d look like a ballerina.
    The thought made her snort.
    Nick took her phone and read.
    ‘Holy shit.’
    ‘I told you that they’d bid on you.’
    ‘But–’
    ‘But my best friend, Annie, decided Cupid also had to be like a mob enforcer. She told all the women not to bid on you or else.’
    ‘Or else what?’
    Casey shrugged. ‘Who knows? She’s such a busybody, she probably has dirt on most of the women there. She was bluffing and they bought it.’
    ‘Wow,’ he said, laughing and shaking his head.
    Casey sighed, ‘She’s protective of me.’
    ‘I can imagine.’ He took another sip of wine and toed her foot with his. She’d even seen fit to lend him a pair of her favourite cold weather socks. Wool men’s hunting socks with a khaki green stripe at the top. Add one of her many oversized promotional charity sweatshirts and he looked lazy, laid back and