Chapter 6
Cullen
Securing the win for Starla, I breathe a sigh of relief. With the research I did, I knew how high the bids could go, but even then, I was sweating it. I had no control over who was in the room, how much money they had, or if they saw the depth of Starla’s beauty.
I send a text to Ryker: got her
Then I shut my phone off because I can’t handle any interruptions. This is between Starla and me.
My word is good, and I won Starla for myself and Ryker, but it feels too complicated. What am I supposed to do, ask her to wait for him? Would she think it’s a ploy for her father? What if Ross shows up and we haven’t consummated the win? I’m not letting this night be ruined on a technicality.
I head to the payment room to put my signature in all the proper places. Then an attendant escorts Starla in, unaware of the complicated dynamic between the two of us.
The attendant simply asks, "Starla, are you ready?"
She nods, and the attendant walks away.
Not wanting to have the discussion about Ryker in front of anyone, not even the clerk taking payments, I reach out, brushing my fingertips on the side of Starla's hand.
"May I?"
She slides her hand across mine, and I close my bulky fingers around her delicate ones. The intimacy of our simple union staggers me. My heart needs a minute to resume its natural rhythm.
"Let's go somewhere more private. There’s something I need to explain."
She pulls her hand away as she takes a step backward. “I’m not leaving the club.”
“I’m not asking you to leave.” Reaching out again, I wait.
She has every right to be skittish about my intent.
And I have every right to be worried that bringing up Ryker in front of the sex club staff could cause them to think I’m doing something shady, possibly violating the contract.
That’s a concern, on top of the uncertainty about how Starla will react.
She turns to the side and must catch the clerk’s attention, because the clerk asks, “Is everything okay?”
Starla stares up at me, studying me, then points to the side. “You signed a contract. The only thing you need to explain is how you plan to give me an orgasm.”
My dick goes hard. Where has this side of her been hiding? I grab her extended arm, my fingers wrapping around her wrist. I pull her body into mine, making sure she feels my erection. “Every way possible.”
Desire flashes through Starla’s expression, but she hides it quickly and nods at the clerk. “You’re not just saying that because she’s here, are you?”
“I’m saying it as a warning, because you’re not going to be able to walk by the end of the night.”
A nervous smile and ragged breath let me know Starla heard my warning loud and clear. In a small voice, she says, "Promise me you aren't taking me back to my father."
I hate that she has to ask that, but I love that she stands up for herself. “You belong to me now.”
The air between us buzzes with sexual tension as she lets me guide her down the hallway. Claiming her as my own—including Ryker if she wants—brings me to a point in life I’d thought was unattainable.
But it feels so rushed. I don’t want her to think this is a cheap thrill for me, banging a woman half my age. Tasting the forbidden fruit of my best friend’s daughter. It’s not a fucking mid-life crisis. There’s no way I can convey everything I’ve felt for her, but I can give her the TL;DR version.
My use of her generation’s slang gives me a chuckle. I remember the first time I heard her use the term. Not wanting to show my age, I waited until I was alone to look it up.
I pause, turning her to face me in the corridor and rub my hands over her shoulders.
"Starla, I love you. I've loved you… let’s just say since your 18th birthday.
I've spent those four agonizing years trying to give you space, to let you date, and protecting you from guys who weren't in your best interest."
She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, sadness in her tone. "Is that why Devon ghosted me?"
Fuck! I remember how hard it was for her. She barely came out of her room and when she did, her eyes were bloodshot. "He was bad news, Starla.”
“I was devastated."
“I know. But I had to protect you.” I pull her body to mine, wrapping my arms around her protectively, smoothing my hand over her hair. "I learned things about him…"
"I did too.” Starla relaxes into me, resting her head against my chest. “I ended up hearing stories about him. How many others did you run off? Gavin?”
“Gavin wasn’t me, but I was responsible for three others.” I’m pretty sure Ryker handled him, but it wasn’t something he and I ever discussed. “That’s not what I want to talk about tonight.”
She sighs and works her hands between us, pushing against my chest, creating enough space that she can look up at me. I relax my embrace but keep her close.
"I thought something was wrong with me that guys didn't want to date me.”
“The only thing wrong with you is that you were too good for them. But do you really want to talk about those boys your age? Or do you want to find out what I can offer you?"
Her mouth drops open and a hint of a laugh escapes. “I’m not too good for you?” She gives me a cheeky grin.
I tuck my fingers under her chin and drag my thumb over her lips. “You absolutely are. But that’s the difference between boys your age and me.”
I angle my head toward the rooms, and she nods almost imperceptibly.
Once we're inside the room, the door is closed, and the curtains are open on the viewing wall, I wrap my arms around her again, straddling my feet outside of hers. "Answer one thing for me, Starla, are you doing this just because of an auction?"
Her hesitation worries me, then I realize she signed up for the auction. She was going to do this with whoever won. My stomach knots.
“Let me rephrase that. Are you glad that I won you?"
Her eyes light up. “I am, but you're supposed to be playing poker. How did you get away?"
"I realized you weren't home and got here as fast as I could."
"My dad doesn't know, does he?"
I shake my head.
“Ryker?" Her tone lifts a little.
We’re too close for me to risk spooking her.
"He figured it out. He’s keeping your dad occupied.
" I should feel like an ass for not telling her the entire truth, but for now, this will work.
“Your happiness is the goal. Is there anything you want to try before or during sex? Or do you have any concerns?"
"I can’t believe you're really going through with this."
"I am, and not just because of the contract.”
She shudders. “I keep thinking it’s going to fall apart. That my dad’s going to ruin my special night.” She looks up with her doe-eyes again.
“Leave Ross to me.”
“He won’t understand. He might never talk to either of us again.”
“We have to let people make their own choices. But let’s not worry about them.”
“Yeah, we should hurry. I want what you started in the kitchen last week. I want a guy who sends me thoughtful gifts. I—"
“Shhh, Starla, there’s something—”
She puts a finger to my lips. “Let’s make this official before my dad figures out I’m gone.”
That’s not why I want to do this. But I agree. And as far as her dad, it’s too late because even if he walked in the door right now, I'd tell him to take a seat and watch me put a baby in her. Something I’ve never imagined myself saying to my best friend.
I hoist her so that I can hold her body against my cock, although my jeans are getting seriously uncomfortable. Our lips come together like they’ve done it a million times.
"I need you," she breathes against my lips.
My research into the auction showed that the women usually get pregnant right away. Starla must know that.
I walk us to the bed and carefully set her on it. "I promise I’ll take time with you later. This is just to seal our future. You're going to be pregnant before the night is over, Starla."
She smiles, and her finger works its way into her mouth. I pull her hand away and kiss her fingertip.
"Or would you rather I get a condom?"
"That's exactly what I want… the baby, the future with you. I want you to be my happily ever after.”
“I’m so glad I got to the auction in time… I would have lost my mind if one of those guys won you."
"Well, I was hoping for more than one guy, but you'll do.”
I open my mouth to tell her about Ryker, but her playful wink undoes me.
I help her to standing, and can’t control myself. Clothes are flying off. There’s a moment when she’s sexy as fuck in her red strapless bra, panties, and heels. But we can play with that look later. I reach behind her, unhook her bra, and let it fall to the ground.
Christ, her tits are even better than I imagined. The curve of her waist and hips… perfection… except she’ll look even better with a swollen belly.
I kneel, absolutely in awe of this woman.
She rests her hands on my shoulders as I kiss her belly, kiss my way onto her panties, and then tug them down with my fingers until there's nothing left between the two of us.
I slide my tongue out, sliding back and forth over her clit, making her legs go weak. Pulling myself away from her sacred scent, with my hands supporting her, I say, “We better lay you down.”
"Wait, I don't want to just be laying there when we do this."
"What do you mean?"
"Can we do it with you sitting in the chair?” She looks at what I assumed was a cuck chair, but we can turn it into a fuck chair. She continues with, “I watched some videos."
"You mean you watched porn?"
She nibbles her lower lip and her finger works its way in, replacing her lip. I pull it away again and kiss it. “You don't have to be shy around me. Hell, we can watch porn together. We can use it to explore things that interest you, like sex in a chair.”
Thoughts of Ryker walking into the room try to intrude, but I shove them away. But maybe threesomes are something she watched in preparing for the auction. I kind of like the idea of the three of us.
“Can you sit in it and I'll sit on your lap?"
“You're going to fucking ride me for our first time?”
Her lip tucks between her teeth, and I catch her hand before she nibbles her fingernail. I walk her to the chair.
"We can have sex anywhere, any way you want."
I was so enamored by her, I forgot about the viewing wall, but now I see that a small crowd has gathered. They don’t matter. I ignore everyone who's watching. My cock's harder than it's ever been, and I guess this will be good that she's on top. She'll have more control than if I'm on top.
I sit while she stands in front of me. Giving her a show, and giving myself an ounce of relief, I stroke a fist along my cock, dragging my thumb over the bead of pre-cum on the tip, then reach up and touch it to her lips. She kisses, then licks, and I dip my thumb between her lips so she can suck.
The people watching might get a surprise if I blow my load while the only thing I have inside of her is a finger.
"You don't know how much cum I've spilled while thinking of you, Starla. I finally get to make my fantasies reality."
She spreads her feet around mine, leans her hands on my shoulders, and climbs on top of me.
There’s barely enough room for her knees to spread around my lap.
I grab the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss, letting our tongues mingle.
It seems wrong to put sex first, but I understand the urgency.
We reposition so she can sink down more, and the tip of my cock is lodged at her entrance.
"Ease yourself on. Go however fast or slow you need."
She smiles nervously and pushes down just enough to spread her pussy lips around my tip. Her breaths pick up.
“We can switch positions if you want.”
“No. You’re just so big.”
“Take your time. That cum that was on my tip is inside of you now. You’re mine, Starla.”
She bucks her hips forward and back, side to side, getting a feel for having me at her entrance. And then she lowers herself. Her eyes fall shut and she swallows hard as she surprises me with one strong downward thrust.
Fuck! She feels so good. I pull her to my chest, holding her tight, needing her to stop, because if she moves another millimeter, I'm going to come before she does. Her pussy tightens and releases around my cock over and over again.
She whimpers.
"Are you okay?"
"It hurts, but it feels so good. I think I'm going to come just being full of you."
"God yes, don't hold back. I'll come with you."
I work a hand between the two of us and get my thumb onto her clit, not able to do much, but I stroke back and forth. Her breaths become ragged as she leans back, thrusting her tits at me.
That’s not helping me hold out any. Those perky nipples beg for my tongue, but I can’t indulge that need right now. Her body spasms and her pussy tightens around me even more, pushing me over the edge. She cries out in ecstasy.
My body meets hers, responding to her orgasm as it begs me for cum. I send more into her than I've ever released, my body not stopping until we're both spent and she collapses on top of me.
Then a few more spurts insist on helping get her pregnant.
We sit with her body draped on mine, my cock still hard inside of her, even after my balls have gone above and beyond. I don't let her move. She's stretched so tight around me, nothing can leak out, and that's just the way I want it.