Page 8 of Auctioned to the Agent
She smiles and reaches for the hem of her sweater. “That’s an easy enough problem to fix,” she says before pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. “Your turn.”
Returning her challenging smirk, I pull off my own shirt and toss it to the floor, then reach for her again. I press in close, desperate to feel her bare skin against mine. It hadn’t occurred to me to order Holly any undergarments this morning, so there is no bra impeding my touch as I reach for her breast to tease her nipple again. Holly throws her head back with a low groan, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, licking at her bare skin. She tastes like heaven, and my cock throbs with the certainty that she tastes sweet everywhere.
I close my lips around the tight pink bud of a nipple and suck lightly as I flick it with my tongue. Holly lets out a cry and rocks her hips against me.
Fuck, the friction of her rubbing against my cock nearly has me shooting in my pants like a teenager. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this, and we’ve barely scratched the surface of what we can do together.
Tracing my hands down her sides, I tuck my fingertips into Holly’s jeans and give them a rough tug, not bothering to stop long enough to unfasten them. She lifts her hips, and I’m able to slide them down her legs. The few seconds it takes for me to step back to remove them completely nearly drives me insane, and I’m desperate to feel her against me again. But I want more. A lot more.
So I sink to my knees and spread her thighs wide. As I already knew, she’s gorgeous everywhere. I take a moment to stare at her pussy, pink and glistening with the evidence of her arousal. My aching dick pulses and leaks in response. I’m eager to taste her, but instead of diving in, I tease both of us by pressing wet kisses to the inside of one knee, working my way slowly up her thigh and stopping just before I reach her core, then starting all over again with the opposite leg.
“A-Andrew,” she whimpers, “Please. Please!”
“You’re so pretty when you beg for me, angel. But you haven’t told me what you want. Just say the words, and it’s yours.”
“M-more. Please, I need more.” She squeezes her eyes shut and cries out as I press my face to her sweet center and inhale the scent of her.
“You want my mouth on you, baby?” I tease her, and the response I get is an incoherent, desperate mewl.
“I’m sorry, angel, what was that?”
“Yes!” she cries, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me against her. I decide we’ve both been teased enough and give in to her unspoken demand.
Using my tongue, I part her folds, and the taste of her bursts in my mouth, honey sweet and heady. It’s a taste I could easily grow addicted to, and I lap it up with firm strokes from her entrance to her clit, pausing to flick that bundle of nerves with my tongue. Holly jolts like a live wire, crying out at the sensation, so I do it again. And again. Until she’s writhing beneath me and I have to hold her hips still. She’s still pressing her hands into the back of my head, and the occasional little stings of pain when she pulls my hair are just enough to keep me from coming in my pants simply at the taste of her.
I give her clit a moment’s reprieve and move lower to stroke my tongue in and out of her entrance. My mouth and chin are coated in the sweet nectar of her arousal, and I groan as I feel her tight channel pulse around my tongue. But I’m getting myself too worked up, to close to the edge, and I need Holly to come before I lose control. I return to her clit, working it with my tongue as I move one hand to her pussy, sliding the tip of my thumb inside her and working it in time with my mouth.
Holly’s entire body goes tight with tension, and she stills for the space of a heartbeat before she shatters completely, pulling my hair as a scream rips out of her and she shudders beneath me. Her legs try to tighten around my head, but I keep one hand on her thigh, holding her open as I work her through her orgasm. When her cries turn to whimpers of oversensitivity, I press one last kiss to her lower lips and pull back.
I’m surprised when Holly scrambles to grab my shirt and pull me up so she can kiss me passionately, with an intensityI hadn’t been expecting. If I hadn’t already known through everything that just transpired, it’s clear to me that Holly is indeed inexperienced, but her eagerness and passion more than make up for it. Her movements are sensual and instinctual, and that isn’t something that can be learned through experience. The knowledge that what we just shared was a first for her makes my chest swell with a possessive pride.
Holly smooths her hands down my bare back and around my waist. She hesitates for only a moment before pressing a hand to my jeans-covered erection. The pressure and the friction have me groaning in relief.
“You’re so hard. And big,” Holly says, looking up to meet my eyes.
I put my hand over hers and press it more firmly over my shaft. “This is what you do to me, angel.”
“Can I see it?” she asks.
I nod. “Go ahead, take me out.” There’s a challenge in my tone, a dare to see how assertive she’s willing to be, and the gleam in Holly’s eye tells me she heard it.
With trembling hands, she pops the button on my jeans and pulls down the zipper, freeing my engorged cock. I’ve never been one for underwear, hating the way the layers of material feel on my skin, but I’ve never been more grateful for that particularity of mine until now. Holly looks down at my shaft and gasps, and I follow her gaze. I’m above average in size, long and thick with a mushroom head that’s flushed an angry red and leaking precum, and for someone who probably has never seen another man like this, I can understand how it might be intimidating.
“It’s okay, angel,” I prompt her when she doesn’t move. “You can touch me.”
Holly pushes off the piano so she is standing in front of me and wraps a hand around my girth. Her grip is loose, and I press a hand over hers to tighten it and guide her in stroking up and down my shaft. The feel of her touch is amazing, and I can’t stop the groan that rumbles through my chest. Holly looks up and meets my eyes.
“I want to make you feel good,” she says.
“You are, baby. So good.”
“No, I—” She breaks off, looking away, and a blush overtakes her already flushed cheeks.
“What? Tell me what you want, Holly.” I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger and guide her gaze back to mine. “Whatever it is, I want to give it to you.”
“I want you to use me,” she blurts out, then presses a hand to her mouth like she can take back the words. But that’s the last thing I want her to do. I’m not sure if she knows exactly what she’s asking for, but I’m going to give it to her.
Pulling her hand away, I press my lips to hers, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. She’s stopped stroking me, but she’s still gripping my cock, and it pulses in her hand. I gently pry her fingers away, and she seems confused as I pull back and press lightly against her waist to turn her around.
