Page 26 of The Auction (The Black Ledger Billionaires #4)

S he’s still catching her breath when I pull back, lips wet, chin slick from her. She looks wrecked—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, chest heaving—and I should stop.

I don’t.

She thinks I’m done. Sweet, innocent little Cricket. She has no idea. I’ve dreamt about this for years—what she’d taste like, the sounds she’d make when I finally had her the way I want her. And now that I know, I’m not fucking done until I get my fill.

I bend and drag my tongue over her again, slow and deliberate. She jolts, a startled gasp breaking from her lips, and tries to push at my shoulders. “Jax—too much?—”

A low growl rumbles from my chest. I stand, grab her wrists in one hand, and grab her soaked panties off the table. I use them to bind her hands together. Her eyes go wide, breath hitching when I grab her chin and make her look at me.

“Lay back,” I tell her, voice low and rough. “And don’t disturb my meal again.”

She swallows hard but obeys, lying back across the table, arms above her head. Her breasts rise and fall fast, and fuck if that view doesn’t go straight to my cock.

I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking slow and deep just to feel her gasp and arch for me.

My hand cups the other breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak until she’s trembling.

She’s so damn responsive—every flick of my tongue or roll of my thumb makes her breathe harder.

I wonder if I could make her come just from this alone. I’m absolutely going to try one day.

But not now. Right now, I need more of her.

I drop to my knees and spread her open again, hooking her thighs over my shoulders.

She sits her head up to look at me and I swear I see her pupils dilate more. Like she’s seeing a fantasy play out for real. And fuck, I hope so.

“Holy shit.” She breathes as she lays her head back down.

Then I go in—tongue sliding through her pussy, circling that perfect little bundle of nerves, sucking until her back arches.

“God, you taste even better the second time,” I murmur against her, my lips brushing her sensitive skin. Her hips twitch up, her bound hands pulling against the panties, and I press her thigh harder into my shoulder, holding her still.

She’s sensitive, every flick of my tongue making her moan louder. I work her slow at first—long licks, gentle sucks—until her breathing starts to stutter. Then I pick up the pace, tongue stroking fast, my hand sliding down and rubbing the lips of her pussy.

“Fuck—Jax—” Her voice is broken now, desperate, and it’s all I can do not to come in my jeans from the sound of it.

My mouth seals over her clit, and she shatters—hips bucking, thighs clamping around my head, a raw, unfiltered cry tearing from her throat. Her fingers thread through my hair and she pulls.

I don’t stop until every last tremor leaves her body. When I finally pull back, she’s spread out on my table like a feast, arms still bound, chest heaving, hair wild.

And all I can think is… she’s mine now, and I’m never letting her go.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, then kiss a slow, wet path up her stomach, over her ribs, until I find her mouth.

Her wrists are still bound in her panties, and I pull them over my head so her arms loop around me, holding me there while I kiss her deep—stealing every last trace of her from my tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur against her lips, hands sliding over her sides, her hips, committing every curve to memory. She’s completely naked, warm and soft in my arms, while I’m still fully dressed.

I could strip and take her now. God knows I want to.

But not until she asks me to. Not until she wants it as much as I do.

“You look way too smug right now,” she says, a teasing glint in her eyes.

My brow arches. “Oh yeah?”

She smirks. “Yeah.”

I don’t bother with a comeback. I just scoop her up bridal-style and start walking toward the patio doors.

Her eyes widen. “What are you—Jaxon?—”

“Well, gotta clean the smug off me, don’t you think?” I say simply, stepping outside into the warm night air, the faint chlorine scent of the pool mixing with the dried marinara still stuck to both of us from earlier.

We’re halfway there when she blurts, “Your phone!”

I skid to a stop, fish it out of my pocket, and toss it onto a lounge chair without looking. “Good looking out, Crick.”

Then I grin down at her. “Now plug your nose.”

Before she can protest, I take off running and leap straight into the deep end with her in my arms.

We break the surface with a rush of air, my arms shifting her so her legs wrap tight around my waist, her breasts pressing flush to my chest. Water slides between us, but it’s not enough to cool the heat curling low in my gut.

I hold her like I never want to let her go, my mouth finding hers in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, slow grinds turning to deeper ones as her moans mix with mine.

“You’re going to make me addicted to you,” I breathe against her lips, backing her up until her back hits the smooth tile of the pool wall.

Then I let a grin cut through the heat as I unbind her wrists. “And I know with one hundred percent certainty you’re already addicted to my mouth now.”

I make a point to smell them, giving them a slow lick with the flat of my tongue, before I toss them to the edge of the pool.

She tilts her head, challenging. “Oh, is that right?”

“My poor tongue will probably never get another day of rest again.”

“You’re too cocky for your own good.”

“You damn right I’m cocky,” I murmur, sliding one hand down between us, finding her clit with my thumb and circling slow.

Her breath hitches.

“I could hand you a black card with no limit,” I murmur, keeping the rhythm steady, “and dare you to try and bankrupt me.”

She lets out a choked moan, her head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.

“You can wear whatever the fuck you want when we go out—because I can fight.”

Her body tenses around me, the telltale sign she’s close, and I lean in, letting my words rasp against her ear.

“And when you ride me with this sweet pussy,” I growl, nipping her bottom lip and tugging, “you can lean forward and kiss me without my big dick slipping out.”

She shudders, teetering on the edge, and I press harder, faster. “So I’ll talk all the shit I want.”

Her release hits, body clenching, a low cry spilling from her lips.

“And you’ll moan my name while I do it.” I say, feeling her pulse under my hand.

“Oh, Jaxon…” she gasps, exactly how I like it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, running my hands up her slick body, cupping her ass and giving it a hard squeeze. She grinds against my cock, and fuck, I want to be inside her so badly I can barely think.

“Jaxon… can I ask you a question?” she says, voice soft but with that glint in her eyes.

“Of course.”

She backs away, bracing like she’s about to lift herself out of the pool. I help her, my hands at her hips, guiding her until she’s perched on the edge. Goosebumps race over her skin, her body glistening under the lights.

Then she leans back, props her feet on the ledge, and spreads her legs wide—giving me a perfect, unashamed view of her pretty little cunt.

“Will you eat me out again?” she asks with a smirk that nearly kills me.

“Fucking shit.”

I flop backward in the water like I’ve passed out, coming up with a hand over my face. She’s laughing, but she’s not moving—just sitting there like the goddamn temptation she is.

“I wasn’t prepared for that, Cricket,” I admit, getting between her thighs and giving her pussy a slow, deliberate kiss.

“If you go get that little white bikini on…” I trail off, pulling myself partly out of the water to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.

She smiles, legs drawing in a bit. “I knew you liked it.”

I take her back into the water with me, my arms locked low around her hips and ass, keeping most of her out of the pool so I’m looking up at her—and at my new best friends, her gorgeous breasts.

I suck one nipple into my mouth, walking her toward the steps.

“You almost killed me with that thing,” I murmur against her.

She giggles, and I swear I’d do anything to hear that sound for the rest of my life.

“It took every ounce of power I had not to slide that little bikini to the side and taste you right there.” I set her down at the steps, grip tightening. “Now you get your tight little ass back out here with that thing on—so you can sit on my face.”

When she turns, I bite one cheek, making her squeal.

I peel my wet shirt off, toss it aside, and drop onto a lounge chair to wait.

When she comes back out, I let out a low whistle. “Fucking gorgeous.” And all mine.

I stretch out. “Get my pussy up here.”

She crawls onto the chair, hesitation in her movements, and I can tell she’s nervous.

I help her along, guiding her exactly where I want her. “Sit. Fully. No hovering.”

“You won’t be able to breathe,” she protests.

“If I die, then I die. The doors of Valhalla would open and welcome me—it’d be the most honorable death I could hope for.”

Then I pull her down, take one long, slow swipe of her wet cunt with my tongue and groan deep.

And as her taste floods my mouth, the thought hits me hard and unshakable. God, I hope she falls in love with me… because I’m already fucking gone for her.