Page 36 of The Auction (The Black Ledger Billionaires #4)

I hum against her clit, and that’s all it takes. She shudders, thighs clamping around my head, her orgasm hitting hard while I keep licking her through it.

When she finally slumps forward, breathing like she just ran a marathon, I kiss the inside of her thigh and grin up at her. “I’m getting you three more pair of these pants.”

I straighten up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“Take my cock out,” I tell her, voice low and rough.

Her lips part, and she swallows like she knows exactly what’s about to happen. With slow, teasing hands, she unbuttons my jeans, the metal teeth of the zipper catching on the night air as she drags it down.

Her hand slips inside, warm fingers brushing over me, and I feel my whole body tighten. She finds the head and traces her thumb over it, spreading the bead of precum.

“Tease me again, Cricket, and I’ll make you ride home naked.”

She smirks but obeys, pulling me free, her hand wrapping around the base. “You’re so hard,” she murmurs.

“Yeah,” I rasp, pushing her back slightly. “And you’re going to fix that.”

I line myself up, sliding the head through her slick entrance before pushing inside. The position’s awkward at first with her perched on the gas tank, but when I stand, lifting her just enough to fit against me, it’s like she was made for this.

Her legs wrap around my waist, boots pressing into my back as I drive deeper. She leans back, one hand gripping the handlebar behind her, the other braced against the tank.

“Fuck—Jax…” she gasps, her head tipping back as I set the pace.

The bike rocks slightly beneath us with every thrust, the engine long dead but the metal humming with the echo of movement. Her jacket slides down further, the sight of her tits bouncing with each snap of my hips making me want to ruin her right here under the floodlights of the airport lot.

Fuck I want to record this and watch her over and over.

I slide one hand between us, finding her clit. My thumb circles once, twice—her whole body jerks.

“Oh, God?—”

“That’s it,” I growl, keeping the pressure steady, my other hand gripping her ass to pull her down harder on me. Those beautiful, bare tits bouncing with each thrust. “Come for me again.”

Her nails bite into my shoulders as her hips start to shake. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her walls tighten around me.

“Look at me, Cricket.”

She forces her eyes open, green and glassy, and that’s when it hits her. Her second orgasm tears through her, thighs trembling, a cry breaking free as I keep working her clit until she’s practically begging me to stop.

I don’t give her time to catch her breath. My hands wrap around her hips, lifting her enough to slide out before I turn her around on the tank.

“Face forward,” I tell her.

She obeys, swinging her leg over so her ass is back against my lap. The leather jacket slips from her shoulders and drops to the ground, forgotten. She plants her boots on the pegs, both hands gripping the handlebars like she’s bracing for impact.

I lean in, my mouth finding the soft skin of her neck, teeth scraping before I suck hard enough to make her gasp. One hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back as I line myself up again and push into her in one movement.

“Fuck…” she breathes, arching her back, offering herself to me.

I lock an arm around her waist and set a brutal rhythm, my hips slamming into hers, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet night. My free hand comes up to her chest, squeezing one perfect breast hard enough to make her cry out.

“You like that?” I growl against her ear.

“Yes—Jax—oh, God?—”

“I’m going to take a picture of this tight pussy swallowing my cock, baby.”

“Yes.,”

I open my camera and point it at her ass. I spread her cheek with my free hand and groan at the sight of my dick disappearing into her. Coming out slick with her juices coating me.

Fuck, I could live here.

“Look at me.”

She turns back as I move into her. Leaning back so I can capture the space where we connect. Up the curve of her bare back. Capturing her just right to see her gorgeous face and full tits pressed against my bike.

I drop my camera into my helmet and squeeze her ass with both hands, sliding into her as she braces her feet against my bike’s pegs, using them to ride me.

“You feel so good inside me, Jax.” She pants, face tilted to the heavens as she moves.

Her walls flutter around me, that telltale clench that means she’s on the edge again. I take her hair tight in my grip, forcing her to feel every deep, punishing thrust until she’s shaking, her knuckles white on the handlebars and I’m about to lose it.

“Come with me, Cricket,” I command, my own release building fast.

Her body goes tight, and she shatters around me, crying out as I fuck her through it. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep and groaning as I spill into her, the heat of it spilling down between us.

Above, the deafening roar of a plane tears through the night sky, lights sweeping over us as it descends toward the runway. The timing’s perfect—her body still spasming around me while the sound drowns out everything but the pounding in my chest.

I don’t pull out right away. I just hold her there, her back to my chest, both of us breathing hard, the echo of the moment burned into my head.

I pull the zipper up slow, sealing her in those damn pants like I’m locking away something only I get to touch. My fingers come away wet, and I taste her without shame, letting the flavor linger before I reach for my helmet.

She tips her head, a little smirk tugging at her lips. “So… did it live up to your imagination?”

I grin, leaning in just enough that my words brush her ear. “No, Cricket.” I press a kiss to her jaw. “It was better.”