Dean couldn’t say he was used to women grinding on his lap, considering he never really went to adult bars and never really engaged in this kind of act. He had sex, sure, but he kept it minimal, doing the pleasurable act with lion shifters who knew there would be no strings attached. Perhaps he dabbled with a human once or twice, but only to slake the thirst. It was all pretty tame, as he was all about that: control, which brought all sexual acts pretty similar to each other until he was disillusioned by it.
Indigo grinding on him was a whole different experience altogether. He understood it was for show, understood that her seduction was nothing personal the moment she started to look at him with those dark eyes. But her body was soft, surprisingly so, and he realized that this close, he could smell her scent above all the male sweat and leftover food.
Lavender. Lavender shampoo and vanilla lotion.
It was pleasant, to say the least. She leaned her face in his direction, licking her bottom lip, and he was treated to the sight of those bare, pink lips again. Her butt made repeated grinding motions, not entirely touching his lap but brushing against it from time to time. It was like she was trying to be careful of boundaries, trying to be as distant as possible.
At first.
He didn’t know how it changed or when exactly it did, but suddenly she was no longer just casually grinding. She sat on his lap directly, traced her hands all over his body and let her tongue touch his skin, a contact that startled and did something much more shocking.
It aroused him.
He felt his skin heat up, felt his body respond too quickly to her ministrations that he had to grit his teeth against it. But she kept on, a cloud of restless temptation. He placed his hand on her back, in hopes to settle her down while pretending that he wanted to encourage her.
She didn’t stop. If anything, she only moaned and ground harder against him, and he had to stifle his own groan as his blood pounded as hotly as her movements. He felt something rise beneath his pants, just as she ground down and settled snugly against it.
Another moan came out of her—a surprised one, her hands going to his shoulders as she wriggled restlessly now. An urge came over him to kiss her, but he stifled it as much as his arousal and tried to get his rapidly dimming mind working.
On her next grind, her mouth brushed his in a whisper, and he almost leaped out of his seat. He shook his head, making a regretful expression before turning his grin to the men.
“Gentlemen, I believe I’ve already shown you enough. Now if you’ll excuse me I would like to sample the goods in private.”
“Are you allowed?”
He smirked. “Of course I am. How would I know if she’s a good lay before I sell her off? You can call it me taking one for the team. Indigo?”
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.”
Playful protests came, but nothing too hard, and he knew it was his right to do so for now. The thought that they wanted to do this to potential slaves made him angry, but he swallowed that fury down and the urge to punch all of them. Then he stood up and grinned, dragging Indigo along with him to the adjacent room and locking the door.
They stood next to each other, facing each other. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing harshly. He could see the glitter on her outfit from the corner of his eye but refused to look down. Instead, he placed his mouth next to her ear, whispering as softly as he could.
“The walls are thin, and they’re all still outside. We have to make noises—”
A mouth touched his, moving slowly and intentionally. Shock filled Dean, freezing him enough to get a taste of her lips before he broke it.
Sunshine.
She tasted like sunshine.
Indigo pulled him close, leaving him no room to pull away. Then she moaned loudly, a deliberate sound that was rough and raspy and just a little bit needy.
Hell if that didn’t turn him on.
Gritting his teeth, he let out a groan in response, and a series of moans came from her again as her hands clutched his shoulders. His eyes widened when her body ground against his, and he took her hips and steadied them as his cock jumped in response.
“Indigo…?” he whispered.
In response, she buried her lips on his neck and gasped.
“It’s so painful.”
The words had Dean stilling, and he pulled back a bit to look at her face. Slowly, he saw it—the cloudiness in her eyes, which he mistook for acting at first before he realized it was real.
And it was pain.
It flashed now, turning her eyes red. She struggled with it, even while she whispered to him.
“They injected me with something.”
Dean’s jaw clenched. “With what?”
“Something to make sure I followed your wishes. A potion. Probably to ensure the crowd is impressed in case you messed up. They’re probably banking on this performance…” She gasped again, her features scrunching up as she bit her lower lip. “Banking on this performance to increase my auction price.”
Fury slammed into him at that, but he forced himself to remain calm and nodded his head. “What do I need to do to make it go away?”
At his question, her cheeks turned pink—a rather lovely color that distracted him for a bit. But it was her next words that brought his attention back.
“I need to do what you ordered me to do.”
Fuck me.
He shook his head, intending to pull back. She faked another moan, but it turned changed into something real as she ground her hips against him again. Shaken, he tried taking deep breaths as he eyed her, watching her losing her struggle bit by bit until a quiet, helpless cry came out of her throat. The pain was almost tangible, and he wanted to take it in his palm and crush it.
He was helpless, too, but he couldn’t just leave it well alone.
“Tell me what to do other than fuck you,” he whispered harshly, timing his words in between her fake moans. Outside, silence prevailed, save for a few murmurs that indicated they were listening—and they were commenting on it. “What can I do to take the pain away?”
“I know this potion,” she said through gritted teeth. “And the only way to get rid of it is for me to…to feel…pleasure.” A particularly loud cry came out of her throat, one that vibrated all over him. “For me to have an orgasm and…maybe give you one.”
The words slid over him like butter but didn’t settle quite right. In contradiction, his body responded as if he’d been set on liquid fire, and he hated himself for it.
But he nodded his head.
“Alright,” he murmured.
“Okay,” she murmured back.
Then she initiated it first by pressing her lips against his again and seeking out that first taste.
Their first touch of lips had been a mere brush, and their second had been too short for him to get anything but a whisper of a taste. Now, he let his mouth move, savoring hers in a way that only this moment would allow as he finally kissed her back.
That sunshine filtered in again, and her taste exploded all over him and almost made him stagger back. She kissed him with a fervor that spoke of desperation and desire, and he reveled in it and angled her head to deepen the next kiss and take it further. Wanting her to forget her pain, wanting her to feel that pleasure to remove it, he slid his tongue in, seeking hers out and tangling with it until the rush of blood in his head was moving southward and her body was pressing against his insistently. Her heat seeped into him, and his hands moved to tentatively touch her at first, wanting to test out her reaction.
The first touch of his hand on her stomach sent it shaking, and the intensity of it had his knees weakening. He held on to her, moving his hand up, stopping just below a breast to anchor himself. He moved his mouth down her throat, then further down, listening to her alternate between those moans and pleading as she asked him to do more. A strap slid down, almost a sign. He slid it further down, exposing her cleavage heaving up and down and making his mouth water.
She pushed him away suddenly. Then, in the blink of an eye, her sparkly bra was gone, leaving him the sight of her bared breasts and pink nipples hardening under his gaze. Before he could look further, she was turning around and pressing her hands against the wall, thrusting her butt up in the air.
“Come here,” she rasped.
He walked closer, his steps shaky. He stood still behind her, trying to get his bearings back.
“Grind against me. Please,” she pleaded. “I can come like this.”
It was whispered in a rather clinical manner at first, but the last few words came out shaky, indicating that she was on the verge of losing it. He could see her face scrunching up in pain again, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse.
So he didn’t. Instead, Dean pressed his front against her back, letting his hands finally touch her breasts. He squeezed them experimentally, then thumbed her nipples, feeling them distending into harder nubs and fighting the urge to put one in his mouth. He let his front align down her butt, then ground back against her, flattening her against the wall and letting her feel exactly what was happening to him, too.
He expected a cry of horror and shame. Instead, the cry that came out of her was one of pure pleasure, and the push of her ass against his erection made it known how much she liked that.
They moved, grinding against each other and elevating the pleasure. Her panties and his pants created just enough friction for it to work, and he could feel his erection growing and his mind slipping until all he could think about was taking his cock out and sliding inside her—to feel how tight and wet she was. The steady murmurs of the men outside reminded him of where they were, and he had to inwardly punch himself and take a shaky step back. Realization came that he needed to get this done as soon as possible, because the more they prolonged it, the more he was getting turned on.
And the more he was losing his tightly-woven control.
At her last grind, he pulled her away from the wall until her back was fully pressed against him. Then he let his hands slide down, touching her over her panties before sliding his fingers in. The feel of the material giving way to his hands almost made him rip it apart, but he held on, gritting his teeth and letting it stay in place instead. He stretched it until his fingers finally settled on her slit, which he rubbed up and down until the sounds of pleasure from her lips intensified.
“Please…” she muttered. “Please…”
It was no longer pretend. It was the last thing from fake, and he knew she was on that brink.
He slid a finger inside her core, feeling his hand immediately wrapped by wet, hot tightness. He groaned when she pulsed against him, then moved his fingers further deep, where it slid smoothly in. He added another finger, testing her limits, and felt his control fray when she ground her butt against him and clutched at his hair. In response, he started thrusting his fingers, an in and out motion that started out measured before he quickened his movements.
Her moans every time he slid his fingers in made it seem like he was actually really fucking her and she was enjoying every bit of it, and all he could do was hang on for the ride as her body moved frantically in time with the thrusts. The dim light of the room sent shadows over them, and in those shadows, he could almost see what it would look like to be inside her, sliding his cock from behind instead of his fingers. Sex for him had always been in the forest with lion shifters, or in bed with humans. He’d never had to pleasure a woman standing up like this, and he’d never experienced pleasure himself from a simple task like this.
Until now.
Until her.
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks that he wanted this, and not just because of some damn potion. He wanted her to feel pleasure, wanted her hardness to transform at every touch until she was all soft and warm—until she was melting against him. He wanted his mouth on every inch of her, tasting that sunshine that didn’t quite fit with her jaded look.
He wanted to explore her.
The thought staggered him, even while his fingers kept moving. His mouth moved to her neck and sucked, and his fingers found her pearl and pressed teasingly on that.
“Indigo…” he rasped.
“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. Needy.
Dean cursed. Then he was pressing her pearl harder until her body was bucking against his, until her cries turned to a long scream. He groaned in response, feeling hot spurts of her release on his fingers and wanting very much to taste them.
Instead, he drew his mouth to her ear. “Are you still in pain?”
In between her shaking and breathing, she shook her head. “It’s gone now.”
He nodded, pushing her towards the wall and slumping against her. In the other room, he heard Mrs. Cortez coming in and telling the men that the show was over and that she hoped they found the show enough to excite them for the auction.
Indigo was right. They were listening in the whole time.
And the reality of that only made what he did much worse.