4. Four
Four
Jasmine
“Let’s head home while the storm’s taking a breather,” a masculine voice says, approaching me in my vulnerable position. It’s winner’s friend—the one who told me they have a fourth friend.
Introductions are interesting while I’m laid over Landon’s lap with his hand on my backside.
I learn that the guy who just approached is Cole, the other guy is Blake, and their friend at home is Mo.
I try to get up but Landon holds me in place—on stage, in front of everyone. I more than like his dedication, but I say, “I can’t leave yet. My friends—”
A sharp slap lands on my ass. Landon’s cock hardens under my belly. “Five million dollars says I’m not in the mood to wait.”
Jefferson steps close. “Mind if we can keep the auction moving?”
I wiggle free, flopping onto the stage beside Landon.
Hottie McDollarSigns, the guy who told Sabrina he was going to bid on her, then turned around and bid millions on me, gives us a disapproving look. What a jerk, unless of course, he was just helping run the bids up for the veteran’s charity. I hope Sabrina wasn’t too upset.
He says, “Need me to carry her to a room for you?”
Landon barks out, “Don’t fucking touch her.”
Blake dissolves the tension by reaching for me. I push off the stage and into his arms, which causes Landon to grumble. Blake carries me to the side, and I point to a table at the back of the room.
“It feels so good to hold you, to have your body wrapped around mine.”
I mumble agreement, grind my hips into him, and watch as the emcee invites Naomi onto the stage—or I try to. Grinding against Blake occupies more of my attention than I expected. Far more fun than grinding on a vibrator.
“You know how easy it would be for me to slip my dick into you right now?”
It’s so primal. The thought of jumping straight to it. Kind of perfect. No pretenses of the magical Christmas Cherry Auction bringing soulmates together.
The emcee fades into the background.
Blake sets me on the table, sits between my legs, and the other guys pull chairs close.
The heat and hardness of his body are already missed. I scoot to the edge and watch a smile creep over his face.
“I thought you wanted to finish watching the auction.”
Cheers erupt. I glance over my shoulder. Naomi is being hoisted off the stage by the mountain men. Perfect.
“Watch might be too strong of a word.”
I squirm on the table, Blake’s body heat radiating between my legs. Landon’s hand rests heavy on my thigh, a warning in his touch. “If you tease us now, you’re getting cock before the auction ends.”
Cole chuckles, leaning in from my other side. “Is there a downside to that?”
“No grand plan for making my first time fabulous, just a cheap table-fuck?” I pout. I’m a throbbing mess of need. “Not even waiting for your friend to show up?”
Landon’s fingers dig into my thigh. “His loss.”
His hands disappear under my skirt, hooking into my panties. A sharp tug, and the rip of fabric draws eyes from nearby tables. I shiver, loving the attention.
Cole slides the remnants down my other leg, the wetness of my panties leaving a trail. He extends my leg, angles his head over the top, shoving Blake aside, then licks the trail of my juices.
This is happening. I’m losing control. How can his tongue on my ankle tighten the knot in my core?
My fingers tangle in his hair, ready to shamelessly figure out how to maneuver him between my legs, as he makes his way upward.
He stops. Damn it. Releasing my leg, he smirks and sits back. His voice is low and respectful as the Betsy gets bid on. “I’m gonna have to coat my face in that before putting my dick in you.”
“What’s the hold-up?”
He licks his lips. “We’ve got all night.”
Blake pushes my thighs wider, his voice a low growl. “Lift your skirt. Show me what I’ve been dying to see.”
I inch the fabric up. He lowers a hand to his lap and rubs. “I’ve never been jealous of a table before. Look how wet she’s getting it.”
“Why get jealous when I can do this?” Landon takes advantage of Cole’s hands being out of the way, and slides his fingers into me, working some kind of devilish magic to bring me to orgasm faster than ever. My breath hitches, my hips buck. The world narrows to his touch, the pressure building.
My head falls to the side, my gaze landing on Hottie McDollarSigns. He’s bidding on Betsy while staring at me. What the fuck?
Something doesn’t sit right about him, but Cole stands, tucks his fingers around my chin, and angles my face to his. The world around me fades as his kiss strips my last tendrils of control.
I cry out as I come, the sound echoing through the club. The deafening silence as I come out the other side makes me realize the auction has ground to a halt, all eyes on us.
I’m too blissed out to apologize. Surely they can resume. Or not. I don’t care.
Landon pulls his fingers out and drags them over my lip. “Mischievous little brat, interrupting the auction.”
An apology is on the tip of my tongue when, still seated, Landon hoists me over his shoulder, his hand landing hard on my ass. “Sorry about that, folks. I’ve got her under control now.”
Applause breaks out. The various catcalls indicate no one was bothered by the interruption—at least not the annoying kind of bothered.
In my periphery, Blake stands, shoves his sweatpants to his knees, and sits back down.
My eyes go wide and another orgasm readies itself. He says something to Landon and motions for me, but I’m too caught up in staring at his girth to process what he says.
Fisting his cock, Blake says, “Let me teach you what it feels like to do that on a cock.”
Teach … Yes, Daddy. Before I can say anything, Landon’s strong hands grip my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He shifts me to straddle Blake’s lap. The hardness pressing against my sex is unreal.
Referring to a cock as a steel rod never made sense to me until this moment.
“You’re in control, Jasmine,” Landon murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. “If you need him to stop or slow down, he will.”
I nod, my heart pounding. Blake’s hands slide up my thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. His eyes meet mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. “We’re going to take care of you, Babygirl.”
Yes, Daddy , plays on my tongue, but I need his cock inside of me too much to risk freaking him out. Or worse, making him think I want a commitment. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his shaft. So hot and hard. Sticky drops slide down his strained tip, slicking my fingers.
Struggling to rise, I can’t touch the floor. His grip tightens and he helps me, setting my entrance onto his tip. The pressure is just enough for my wet lips to part to accept him.
“I need more.”
“Ready for me to put a baby in you?” Blake’s voice is husky.
I’d heard about guys talking like that during sex, so I’m not totally freaked out. No babies for me. “Ready for you to try.”
On my cue, he slowly stretches me, our eyes locked, until I can’t hold mine open anymore.
The pain is tangled with pleasure, the sense that we were made for each other.
I take a deep breath, dig my fingers into his shoulders, and settle the rest of the way onto him. Blake lets me adjust to the feeling of fullness. I’m teetering on the brink of orgasm already.
His hands slide up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing gently against my cheeks. “You’re fucking perfect, Babygirl,” he says, his voice soft.
“So are you, Daddy.”
What the fuck did I just say?
A growl rips through the air as he pistons. He fucks me hard and fast. I love it. My eyes pop open and lock with his. Hunger and possession control his expression. I buck my hips and cry out, needing the movement as much as he does.
He swells inside of me and my walls clamp around him, begging him to release. And he does. We come at the same time, clenching that idea that we’re made for each other.
No! I have to stop thinking that. This isn’t a fairytale.
But I’m lost in euphoria until the deafening silence pulls me back to reality. A soft chuckle from Landon gives me a warning before he lifts me off Blake’s cock and returns me to his shoulder.
“You are a little brat, trying to steal the spotlight again.”
He rubs his palm over my butt before spanking me again, presumably, hopefully, with all eyes on us.
Cole says, “We better get you home or they’re never going to finish the auction.”
“But the roads are a mess. We’re snowed in.” Really? That’s the reason? What happened to my clear intent not to go home with anyone?
“Good thing we brought our snowplow.”
And good thing you know how to give orgasms. One night here… one night at their house… Is there really a difference? Not when I’m ready to explore more of what they have to offer.
Sabrina’s on stage. Hottie is bidding on her, but so are her stepbrothers. Betsy got won by her stepdad. Maybe this will work out. But I’m still uneasy about Sabrina’s situation. I wiggle free, run to the front, and interrupt the auction yet again. This time I motion for Sabrina. She kneels in front of me. I remind her to use the termination if needed, and suggest that if Hottie wins her, she shouldn’t leave the sex club with him.
She agrees.
Hands wrap around me, flinging me onto Landon’s shoulder. Another spanking in front of everyone. I was made for this.
Waving to the crowd, I let the trio take me home.
This is not going as planned.