Chapter 12
No, not this time.
“Wendy, wait!” I shout. I am not letting her walk away from me two nights in a row.
She’s nearly at the elevator when I fly around the corner and catch up.
“Maybe that came out wrong,” I say. “About the auction.”
The elevator opens, but she doesn’t move. She nearly takes a step forward, but stops, and after a moment the doors shut.
“Do you think this is just about money?” she asks, turning back to me. I’m just relieved she’s still here.
“Of course not! I know there’s something between us. You have feelings for me, too.”
“I do!” she says, a waver in her voice. She’s holding back tears that are so close to falling. “That’s why when you stopped… because of the money…”
“Because I want you to have the life you envisioned tonight,” I explain, speaking as soothingly as possible. “Your vacation in Europe, the guitar, tuition paid for, no more doing dishes. If you want to throw all that away and come home with me, we can. But I don’t want you to give up the kind of life you deserve.”
She nods. Though a pair of drops roll down her cheeks, she smiles. “You won’t care about beating Orson at the auction?”
Oh, God, this woman…
I laugh, not believing now I could get so lucky. “Wendy, if I claim you tonight, then Orson can’t. He loses.”
Now she laughs, relief flooding through her. I pull her into a tight hug, and she shakes a little in my arms. After a minute, it’s over.
“When I’m with you, I don’t even think about the money,” she says. “So, in that moment, for you to be thinking about it…”
“Yeah.” Poor thing. After the way she took control of the situation last night, I forget she’s actually still very out of her element. “Come on,” I say, summoning the elevator. We ride it down a few floors and then walk through a short hall to a private door located next to my office. The lights come on automatically, revealing an elegant lounge, including a stocked minibar, brown leather couches and loveseats, a massive TV hanging from the wall, a billiards table, and a wide open window to the city below.
“I thought you said this was your company’s building?” she says.
“It is,” I chuckle. “Sometimes you have to entertain clients, and a drab meeting room just doesn’t suffice.”
“Yeah, this is definitely a step up,” she says before I pull her into a kiss. She yelps in surprise before melting in my arms, sighing as I grasp her ass. I can feel the fabric of my pants straining as my cock hardens, and she giggles as it presses into her soft body.
When the kiss finally ends, she’s writhing in my embrace, moving with my touch, her need rising. “I thought you said… we can’t…” she mumbles.
“We don’t have to go all the way to have some fun. Sit down,” I say, pointing to the loveseat. “Pull up your dress.”
Eyes widening in excitement, she tugs until she’s exposed her legs and plain but cute, white panties. She giggles a little as I caress her warmth through the thin undergarment, feeling how damp it is. Lowering myself to my knees, I hook my fingers under the panties’ waistband and look her in the eyes. She nods, leaning back against the seat.
So slowly Wendy moans at my deliberateness, I slide her underwear down her thighs and past her ankles until they’re off completely. She blushes from the exposure but doesn’t move to cover herself.
“Have you ever had anyone pleasure you like this?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Good,” I say, smirking. “I wanted to be the first.”
I place my hands on each of her thighs and gently spread her legs apart. She whimpers as my tongue makes contact with her wet entrance, and the sound and taste make my cock jerk in my pants. Beginning with a light tickle around her clit, I tease her sex, testing her response. From the way she moans and quivers from just the slightest touch, it’s clear she hasn’t any clue what kind of bliss awaits her.
As my strokes become heavier and I work circles around her clit with my tongue, her moans get louder. I smile to myself, thinking about how the lounge’s walls aren’t soundproofed, and if there was anyone else in the building right now, they’d hear us.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Wendy throws her head back as waves of ecstasy tear through her. I keep on increasing my pace, and I grip her thighs hard to keep her steady. She fists my hair in her hands, holding on tight. Every moan, sigh, and squeal goes straight to my cock, but I keep on going, bringing her closer to her peak.
The taste of her juices mingles with her floral perfume every time I inhale, intoxicating me as pleasantly as the richest Sauvignon Blanc. I let go of her legs so I can hold her breasts through her dress. Wendy practically thrusts herself against me in response. “Oh God,” she shrieks, practically convulsing. “I’m going to come!”
That’s the invitation I need to go full-speed on her clit, and in seconds Wendy’s scream rings out. I pause just long enough to see her face, wanting to remember it always, as she orgasms in a crescendo of euphoria she’s never experienced. Tears of joy trail down her crimson cheeks, and she’s squeezing her eyes shut. Then I finish her off, working her tender folds and sensitive clit until her scream settles into a noiseless exhalation, as if her lungs were empty but her body intends to keep howling anyway.
I take her in my arms and hold her until she regains her composure. Breathing in that perfume, now mixed with her sweat, I sigh contentedly.
You’ll never do this for her, Orson.
“Wow,” she says at last. The occasional shake causes her to spasm, but otherwise her breathing is returning to normal.
“How you feeling?”
“Amazing. That was… insane.”
I laugh, grinning at the compliment. I’ve heard those exact words before, but I don’t think they’ve ever made me feel this good. “I’m glad.”
She taps my shoulder, so I let her go. I head to the minibar and grab bottled waters from the fridge. Tossing one to her, she fumbles the catch with a yelp, then picks it up. The whole thing is unbearably cute. She gulps down half the bottle right away while I sip from mine.
“Hey,” she says seductively, curling her index finger into her palm. “Come here.”
She gets up from the couch as I approach but quickly sinks to her knees. She bunches up her dress below her knees, padding them from the hard marble tiles, and looks up at me expectantly.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say, cupping her chin in my hand.
“I want to,” she replies, three words that send sparks up my spine.
“Alright. You’ve never done this before either, have you?”
“No,” she says. “Is it hard?”
As soon as the words are out, she blushes, peeking at my crotch.
“It takes some practice to be good at it,” I answer truthfully. “I can give you advice, if you want. It would be my pleasure.”
She reaches for my belt, and this time I let her unbuckle it. She never breaks eye contact with me. My pants fall into a heap as soon as the belt comes off, revealing my gray boxers. Wendy takes a moment to breathe deeply, then pulls them down.
The site of my fully hard cock makes Wendy’s eyes widen in shock. She shoots me a look of disbelief and excitement. She tests opening her jaw as wide as she can, wincing at the strain it takes, and I need to muster all my resolve to keep from laughing.
“Start slowly,” I say. “Take what you can, for now. Worry about the rest later.”
“Okay,” she replies, relieved. She takes one more second to prepare herself, then gently takes my cock in hand and seals her lips around the tip.
Moaning immediately, she works her tongue around the head while sucking hard with her lips. It feels pretty good, even though she’s only taken in a couple inches. She stays on it for a while, licking inside her mouth, but then breaks off, gasping for air.
“Breathe through your nose, baby,” I say. “You’re doing great.”
“Okay.” She starts again, more aggressively now, and I groan blissfully. She remembers to start bobbing her head, taking in more of my shaft, and also uses her hands to take in what she can’t fit into her mouth.
“Good,” I say. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, she works faster, grunting happily. Her tongue doesn’t stop moving, and every sound she makes turns me on even more. There is one thing left, though, that she’s not doing.
“Wendy, look up at me.”
She lifts her gaze to meet mine, and when she does, I twitch with renewed need. I love seeing the look in her eyes: erotic and angelic at the same time. In her expression I see pleasure, though the kind one gets from giving rather than receiving, as well as the thrill of discovery and exploration. Did she know she would enjoy oral sex as much as she is? Probably not. She likely didn’t realize it could be so intimate, as well as intense.
“That’s great,” I say, my voice throaty. “Yeah, keep going, baby. I’m almost there.” She’s so wrapped up in the experience she hasn’t realized how hard she’s been going at it. By now she’s opened up wide enough to take my cock deep in her mouth, probably more than she thought she could. Every time she catches my stare, I feel my heart skip a beat.
“Oh, I’m coming,” I say with a groan. Then I feel it, the quick spurt of my seed. Wendy moans, but she doesn’t stop. Surprised, I hold her head in my hands, keeping her on my cock until I’ve given my load. I can feel her tongue licking me clean, and she moans happily when I let go. I come away clean, and she looks at me before she swallows.
“That was incredible,” I say, finding myself temporarily a little short of breath. “You were amazing, Wendy.”
“Thanks,” she says as she takes my hand. I pull her to her feet while I yank up my boxers, then bring her in for another hug. “I really enjoyed that,” she adds.
“It showed.”
She squeezes me tight and says, “I want you to win the auction, Cash.”
I kiss her forehead. “So do I.” Happiness glows inside me, but it isn’t pure: there’s a sliver of fear breaking through. “But I might not. Orson…”
“Listen to me,” she says. “I’ll do whatever I can to make this work. I’ll tell Orson that you and I are finished. I can say you’ve agreed to bid way more than you really will, or find out what he’s planning to bid. Whatever you think will work.”
Just like that, the undercurrent of fear dissipates, though it’s replaced with another: I think I love this woman. I think I do, and the idea of losing her — either in this auction or otherwise — grips me like an icy hand around my spine.
“I don’t want you going anywhere near that son of a bitch,” I say.
She nods. “I’d rather not either, but if it’ll help you win, I’ll do it.”
“Okay,” I say, fighting to keep my voice from shaking. I hate myself for what I’m about to do, but I have to lie. The truth right now would kill her, because I know it’s killing me. So I lie. I tell her, “I know what to do.”