The Job (Auctioned) by Cara Dee (highly illogical behavior txt) 📕

Fuck yes.

I eased back on my heels and wiped my mouth, then threw a quick glance toward the bed. Okay, good, we were safe. On the off chance that she woke up, she wouldn’t be able to see us right away.

Boone’s thoughts were similar to mine, and he moved closer to the corner of the couch where we’d be hidden further.

As I sat down on the edge, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my cock, and he captured my mouth in a brutal kiss.

I swallowed a groan at the pleasure coursing through me.

“Closer isn’t close enough either,” he rasped.

“I know.” I kissed him swiftly, losing my patience. I had to get my mouth on him again. “Lemme go.” I batted away his hand and gripped myself tightly, and he took the hint and shifted closer. He was a fucking vision in the pre-dawn light. Immense and powerful. Thick, muscular thighs, a big, hard cock, tight, heavy balls full of come that I wanted my mouth flooded with. “Don’t hold back.”

I didn’t look away from him for a second as I sucked him in again, and I wanted him to watch the whole time. I wanted him to know who was getting him off, whose throat he was about to fuck.

There was less trepidation from him this time. It was so fucking hot how he controlled my movements, both hands on my head, and how he forced his cock deeper down my throat.

When I choked around him, his predatory gaze flooded with affection, and he touched my cheek almost reverently. And kept fucking me. It was gonna get me off faster than my own hand.

“You did this to me, little brother,” he whispered roughly. “Now I won’t be able to stop.”

I moaned around him and felt myself spiral out of control. Sharp bolts of euphoria shot their way to every pleasure point in my body, and it was like coming to life. In that moment, I existed only for him, a thought that shoved me violently toward my orgasm.

“Don’t come in your hand,” he panted. “I wanna see it.”

Oh God.

I couldn’t hold it any longer. I screwed my eyes shut and jerked my cock quickly, and I tightened my lips around him. My eyes stung behind closed lids, my lungs burned, and my whole body ignited.

My heart pounded furiously.

Boone came without a warning. He rocked forward with a stuttered groan, pushing his cock along the roof of my mouth and down my throat, and then hot spurts of come started shooting out of him, causing his cock to throb in my mouth. It became my undoing. The climax hit me so hard that I had to lock my jaw into place so I didn’t bite down. Release after release splashed onto the carpet between Boone’s legs, and they took my energy with them.

He left me feeling raw and used in the best fucking way, and it seemed he wasn’t done. He withdrew slowly from my mouth and then rubbed the wet, salty head of his cock across my lips.

I shuddered and hauled in a hoarse breath.

He towered over me, pushed me back against the cushions, and kissed me.

All I could do was pant and try to calm the fuck down, all while he manhandled me into whatever position he wanted me in. Back under the duvet, I discovered. It was messy. We were a pile of limbs, heaving chests, labored breaths, and wild kisses. His every move was an attempt to get closer, and instead of feeling suffocated, I took so much comfort in it. Whatever he wasn’t ready to say verbally, his body took care of. Maybe this would end in broken hearts; I didn’t care. Because he would never hurt me intentionally, and I couldn’t ask for more.

“Wait,” I croaked, breaking away from the kiss. I had to breathe. Christ, I was seeing black spots.

He didn’t exactly wait. He just refocused his attention for a beat. He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and swiped his tongue over it, then kissed his way down to my neck, and he hugged me to him with a force only he possessed.

It melted me. It was a little funny too. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He reemerged from the crook of my neck and furrowed his brow. “I gotta make sure. You’re so tiny that a wind could—”

“Idiot.” I punched his arm.

He grinned. It was one of his carefree, gorgeous, all-is-right-in-the-world grins that reached his eyes.

I smiled back and drew my fingers through his beard. “You need a trim soon.”

“Mm.” He dipped down and kissed me softly. “I guess we should get some more sleep before the hurricane wakes up.”

Definitely.

I sighed. “I should do something about the mess I left on the floor first.”

“Or we accidentally spill some Coke on the carpet, cover it in toilet paper, and leave it for housekeeping.”

I rumbled a laugh and slipped my leg over his hip. “Your idea wins again.”

Ten

Holy fuck.

And I still wanted to get closer…

I had to rethink some shit about my sexuality.

It took me four days to produce enough evidence against the wife who was cheating on Allegra’s…whatever the man was. The woman was anything but subtle, and she seemed to have a sexual appetite that rivaled mine after I’d discovered masturbation.

When she wasn’t getting banged by her tennis instructor, she was hooking up with her gardener and, as I discovered yesterday, one of her girlfriends. Although, I didn’t have evidence she did anything with her friend that went beyond a make-out session. I’d caught them on camera when they’d left a restaurant to go their separate ways.

Thank fuck I hadn’t been cheap when I’d bought my camera, because Ace was too curious for her own good. I’d brought her along after picking her up from school one day, and if I’d been forced to park close to wherever the woman flaunted her infidelity, my daughter would’ve had questions. Instead, I was able to say I