Page 26 of Auction Time
“I want to see you,” I breathed. “Let me see you, Vanessa Cartwright.”
Here was the difference. The difference that flashed back on me from ten years ago when I acknowledged she wasn’t like every other girl. Now I was acknowledging that she wasn’t like every other woman I’d been with.
Sure, I wanted to take her, but I wanted her to give herself to me.Willingly.
It would mean more if she did.
Fire heated her gaze up with pure sex, and the fan of thick, black lashes flickered over her cheeks as her dainty hand moved up to her bra and undid the clasp.
My damn cock hardened in an instant, and I could have been eighteen again, ready to embarrass myself at the sight of her as her breasts spilled out and bobbled toward me.
Now I knew what this part of her looked like, and I couldn’t wait to see the rest.
I was damn good at painting anything I wanted.Damn good, and I knew it. Mom spoke truth when she said art came easier to me than playing football. She was right.But fuck, the image I’d conjured up in my imagination of Vanessa was nothing in comparison to the real thing.
Nothing and no woman on this earth could hold a flame to the real Vanessa.
Her breasts, full, round, and lush, were like ripe strawberries waiting to be picked. The rose tips pebbled hard against my fingers, responding to the light strokes I’d placed on them.
My mouth watered when she looked back to me, and I smiled at the goddess before I took the plunge to lower my head and take her left nipple into my mouth. A soft breath escaped her lips, and I pinned her into the wall as I sucked harder, soothing the desperate nipple.
Not wanting to leave the other one out, I went for the neglected nipple and sucked on it until she started moaning and arching against me. Pressing and rubbing against my already hard cock.
And boy, did she ever dress right for today.
I caught the edge of her waist and shoved that little skirt of hers up her hips so I could check out the rest of her. I released her nipple to do just that and looked down at the lacy panties snug on her perfect body like it had been painted on.
“Cole… I …”
I stopped her next words by moving aside her panties and sliding my hands over the swollen lips of her pussy. The look on her face now was enough for me to blow my load. What nearly did it though was when I felt how wet she was for me and pressed my finger inside her pussy. Right up inside her tight, tight pussy.
Tight.
So tight it turned me on even more.
An echo of someone talking bounced across the walls and ripped me right from the sexual haze that surrounded us.
Shit! It was Coach Simpson. He was coming down the stairs.
Vanessa winced and started fixing herself, but nothing she did would have been quick enough or fast enough to cover up what it looked like we were doing. She’d just managed to fix her top and cover her breasts when he rounded the corner and saw us.
He’d been on the phone and cut the conversation right off when his eyes landed on me half naked and looking like I was up to no good with the team owner’s daughter.
His mouth dropped, and his nostrils flared.
“Buchanan! What the hell is this?” he roared.
“I was just leaving,” Vanessa said quickly and rushed away. I would have gone after her, but something told me it was better to stay here and calm the coach.
“Well?” he barked.
“Nothing. We were just talking. You know I have to do that interview thing.”
“With your shirt off and your dick practically out of your fucking pants?”
If I weren’t new, I would have smart-mouthed him. “Won’t happen again, Coach.”
“No women down here, and so help me God, if I find out you’ve been screwing anyone before game night, I will cut off your balls myself. Understood?” The man was as tall as me and had the same build. He had twenty years on me and moved a lot slower, but I knew he was serious. He’d do it.
