Page 33 of The Auction (The Black Ledger Billionaires #4)

J axon’s mouth leaves my breasts, and I’m already aching for wherever he’s going next.

He kisses down my stomach, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of me. Each press of his lips sends a fresh wave of heat through me. By the time he reaches the waistband of my panties, I’m squirming, my fingers tangled in the sheets.

He glances up at me from between my legs, eyes dark and dangerous, and hooks his thumbs under the lace. “These are coming off.”

My hips lift without me even thinking about it, and he slides them down my legs, tossing them aside. The cool air hits me, and I shiver—not from cold, but from the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing in the world worth his attention.

He kisses the inside of my thigh first. Then, the other. Soft, lingering presses that have me biting my lip and rocking my hips, silently begging for more.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I told you I’m going to take my time with you.”

When his mouth finally reaches me, I gasp. His tongue traces a slow line through my cunt, the sensation so sharp and new it steals my breath.

“Jaxon…” My voice is already shaky, my fingers gripping the sheets tighter.

He groans low in his throat, the vibration making me twitch, and then he licks me again—slower, deeper. “You’re heaven,” he says against me. “So fucking delicious.”

His hands slide under my thighs, lifting and spreading me wider as his mouth works me over. Every flick of his tongue sends a shiver up my spine, every gentle suck pulling me closer to something I can’t stop.

When he circles my clit, my back arches off the bed. “God, yes—right there?—”

“That’s it, baby. Let me have it,” he says before sealing his mouth over me, sucking hard enough to make my vision blur.

I can’t think, can’t breathe—just feel. His tongue moves in perfect rhythm, his grip on me firm but gentle, keeping me exactly where he wants me. The pressure builds so fast it’s almost overwhelming, pleasure curling low in my stomach until it’s too much to hold.

“Oh, Jaxon—” My voice breaks as I come, the world fracturing into pulsing waves that leave me shaking.

He doesn’t let up, licking me through it, dragging out every last tremor until I collapse back against the bed, panting.

When he finally looks up at me, his mouth is wet, his smile pure sin. “Two down, beautiful. We’re just getting started.”

Before I can fully catch my breath, his mouth is on me again.

It’s softer this time, a gentle sweep of his tongue that makes me twitch because I’m still so sensitive. I try to close my legs, but his hands keep me open, holding me exactly where he wants me.

“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, his lips brushing over me. “I’m not done tasting you yet.”

The slow, teasing licks start to build again, and I’m barely able to contain the sounds spilling from my mouth. My hands find his hair, tugging, and he groans against me like he loves it.

Then he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice low and dark. “I’m going to slide a finger in. Just a little.”

“Yes—please,” I breathe, my hips lifting in pure need.

He groans again, the sound vibrating through me, and then I feel it—his tongue circling my clit while one finger slowly presses inside, shallow, careful. He doesn’t go deep, just enough for me to feel the stretch, the delicious pressure mixing with the rhythm of his mouth.

“Holy shit, that feel’s so good.” My voice breaks as the pleasure coils tight, my body clenching around his finger.

“Keep your legs open for me, baby,” he growls against me. “Come for me again.”

I couldn’t stop it if I tried. A few more flicks on his tongue timed with the movements of his fingers is all it takes. My back arches, a sharp cry escaping as another orgasm crashes over me, pulsing through every nerve. My thighs shake against his hold, and I swear the world tilts for a second.

When it finally ebbs, I fall back against the bed, trembling, my chest heaving.

Jaxon lifts his head, his eyes locked on mine like I just gave him something priceless. “Three,” he says, voice thick. “You’ve got more in you.”

Jaxon sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning down at me like he just conquered the world.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, Cricket,” he says, voice still rough from the last thing he pulled out of me. “So… so good for me.”

He stands, and my eyes follow him up—up the lines of his abs, the curve of his shoulders—until his hands go to his waistband. He peels his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, and suddenly, he’s as bare as I am.

My gaze drops, and my breath catches. He’s big. Thick. Hard enough that the tip glistens, and then he wraps his hand around himself and strokes slowly.

I can’t stop staring at that hand—how large it is. How easily it grips him. And all I can think is how that same length and thickness is supposed to fit inside me. My mouth goes dry.

He crooks his finger at me once. Twice. “Come here… crawl to me, Cricket.”

The sound of that name in his voice makes my whole body hum. I move toward him on my hands and knees, my pulse pounding in my ears. By the time I’m kneeling in front of him, my face is already hot.

“Now,” he says, looking down at me with something dark in his eyes, “get that smart mouth on my cock.”

I grin, full of mischief knowing he loves it when I push him.

I lean in and take him into my mouth, bolder than the first time—sinking down further, my hand wrapping around the base.

The taste of him hits my tongue, salt and heat, the slick of his pre-cum making it easier to glide my lips over him. My pussy clenches hard just from the feel of him against my tongue, from the groan that rumbles out of his chest.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “Look at you—on your knees for me. Getting my cock nice and wet so I can fuck that tight little virgin pussy.”

A whimper slips out before I can stop it, my thighs pressing together.

“You like that, baby? You like me telling you what I’m going to do to you?” His hand slides into my hair, not pushing, just holding me there while I swirl my tongue over him. “Mouth so pretty around me… getting ready to take me where I really want to be.”

I moan against him, and he hisses in a breath.

“Good girl. Deep as you can, Cricket. I want to see those lips stretch for me before I stretch your pretty cunt and make it mine.”

Every word sends another shiver through me, my core clenching tighter, the ache between my legs almost unbearable.

After another moment, Jaxon’s hand slides into my hair and tugs me off him.

“Turn around,” he says, his voice deep and steady in that way that makes my knees weak.

I shift, facing the bed.

“Spread your legs wider.”

I do.

“Lay your tits on the bed, ass up… let me look at you.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I follow every word. My chest sinks into the mattress, my hips still high.

“Higher,” he orders, his tone rougher now. “And spread just a little more.”

I part my thighs another inch, feeling the cool air kiss my bare skin.

His big hands cup my ass, kneading once before he bends down to press his lips to one cheek. Then both hands spread me open, and the groan that rumbles out of him makes my pussy clench hard.

“Fuck, baby. You are dripping.”

Before I can even catch my breath, he drops to one knee behind me and licks a slow, deliberate line up my cunt. My head falls forward with a strangled sound.

The first flick of his tongue over my clit nearly unravels me. My hand flies to my breast, pinching my nipple, my body twitching under the sensation.

“Jaxon—please,” I gasp. “Please lick me. Make me come again.”

I roll my hips against the air, desperate for more contact.

“Still, baby,” he growls, one big hand pressing gently against my lower back to keep me in place.

Then he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks—hard.

The pleasure detonates instantly, ripping through me so fast my scream bounces off the walls. My legs tremble violently, my arms giving out so I collapse onto the bed.

I’m shaking too much to hold myself up, and he notices. He eases me over onto my back, his weight shifting as he climbs up my body.

His mouth meets mine in a deep, consuming kiss, and I wrap my legs around him automatically. His cock slides between my pussy lips, hot and heavy, the friction making me gasp.

“You ready for me, Cricket?” His voice is low, but I hear the edge in it—like he’s barely holding on.

“Yes.” My answer is immediate, certain. “I’m ready for you to fuck me.”

He moves to reach for the nightstand, but I grab his wrist.

“Bare,” I whisper. “I’m on birth control. I want to feel just you for my first time.”

His jaw clenches, his eyes searching mine, and I see the exact moment he decides he’s not going to argue.

His gaze holds mine as he settles between my thighs, his hands braced on either side of me.

“You sure, baby?” he murmurs, his voice rough but steady.

I nod, my chest rising and falling fast. “I’m sure.”

He lowers his head, kissing me slow—nothing rushed, nothing greedy—like he’s telling me without words that he’s here, that I’m safe. His cock slides along my slit again, hotter now, heavier, the blunt head catching at my entrance.

“This is going to feel… different,” he says against my lips. “But I’m going to make it good for you.”

I shiver. “I know you will.”

He pushes just enough for the tip to breach me, and I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good for me, Cricket.” He kisses my cheek, the corner of my mouth, my throat—peppering me with warmth as his hips shift forward another inch.

The stretch is sharp, unfamiliar, but the way he’s looking at me—like I’m the only thing in the world that matters—keeps me grounded.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. “Tight, warm… made for me.”

Another slow push, and I can feel my body stretching around him, yielding bit by bit. My breath catches with every small movement, but the pain dulls under the constant stream of kisses and praises he gives me.

“Almost there, my sweet Cricket,” he says, voice tight with control. “Just a little more. Let me in.”

I exhale, my legs tightening around his waist, and he slides the last inch home until he’s fully seated inside me.

He doesn’t move right away, just stays there, his forehead resting against mine, his breathing ragged.

“You’ve got all of me now,” he says softly. “Every inch. You feel so fucking good.”

And in that moment, with him fully inside me and his lips brushing mine, I know—I’ll never forget this for the rest of my life.

He stays still inside me, kissing me slow, letting me breathe through the stretch. His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw, down my neck, before coming back to press against mine again.

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice low and deep.

I nod, my hands gripping his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” He rests his forehead against mine, eyes squeezed shut, and for a moment I think he’s just gathering himself. Then…

“Grandma’s… abandoned kittens… toenail fungus…”

I blink at him. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to last longer than twenty-three seconds,” he says, dead serious. “It’s been a while, okay.”

I laugh—can’t help it—and he lets out a strangled breath, gripping my hip like he’s hanging on for dear life. “I’m serious , Cassidy. Just give me a second.”

He whispers under his breath, “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come…”

That just makes me laugh harder, and he groans like I’m torturing him.

“Cricket,” he growls.

I bite my lip, trying to hold it in, and he kisses me—hard—before rocking his hips just enough to make me gasp. “You feel too fucking good, little Cricket.”

The slow roll turns into something deeper, heavier, and my breath stutters.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice dropping even lower. “Open for me. Take me. You’re mine now—aren’t you baby? No one else gets this pussy but me.”

“Yes.” I pant out.

“Tell me, beautiful.” He kisses my lips so tenderly. “I need to hear it.”

Heat floods my face, but I can’t stop the truth from spilling out. “I’ve always been yours.”

“Say it.” His thrusts get a little rougher, the bed creaking beneath us.

“I’m yours,” I gasp. “I belong to you.”

His eyes flash with something primal, and he fucks me harder, deeper, like my words broke something in him. “That’s right, Cricket. This virgin cunt is mine. You were made to take my cock. Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Jaxon—oh God?—”

“Again,” he demands, his pace relentless now.

“I’m yours!”

I feel myself teetering on the edge, and he must feel it too because his hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit. “Come on my cock, Cricket. Let me feel you squeeze me.”

It hits so hard I cry out, my back arching, nails clawing at him. He groans, pounding into me through it, muttering filth between kisses—how tight I am, how good I taste, how no one will ever fuck me like this.

He gives me all of his focus. Intent on giving me another orgasm, and then another, until I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve shattered around him in nearly every position.

“Fuck—Cassidy—” His thrusts turn erratic, his voice raw. “Gonna come—gonna fill you up?—”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Come in me, Jaxon. I want it so fucking bad.” I can’t help the tear that rolls out of my eye.

He groans my name, burying himself deep as he finally lets go, spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves as I grind against him screaming out one last orgasm. Our bodies locking together in a desperate, breathless tangle.

When it’s over, he stays inside me, kissing me softly like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.