The Bid (18 page)

Jhon felt the boneless slide of her body against his and he slid his hand down the length of her back to get a good hold of her. Supple silk slid between his hands and her skin, a sensuous echo of his molding caress. Gods, how he loved the shape of her! The sleek underlayer of muscles and the soft padding of femininity accentuating the hypercurvaceous dip of her lower spine; the tuck of her taut waistline that flared as his hands moved upward until the weight of her divine breasts was filling his palms, her chubby nipples already protruding between his fingers teasingly.

Hanna gasped good and loud when her back connected with the icy cold stone wall behind her. The difference between it and the hot flesh of the man along her front sent chills of contrast bursting wildly over her. Her reaction made him chuckle low in his throat, the deep timbre of his voice making him sound almost devious. The taunting toying of his fingers around her sensitive areolas only added to the perception.

“Have I told you how much delight I take in these plump and pretty nipples you have?” He drew away just long enough to scoop up the hem of her dress, pushing it quickly up to her shoulders and exposing the assets he so admired. He stared at her breasts for a long minute, his fingers drawing along their outer sides until his hands were acting like a frame for her chest. “The perfect finish to perfectly lush breasts. See how you fill my hands, Hanna?” Jhon demonstrated, cupping her and molding her with gentle thoroughness.

“See how you fill mine?” she countered wickedly, her unnoticed fingers suddenly announcing themselves as she cupped him through the fabric of his pants. Hanna ran a strong finger down the obvious length of his shaft, her thumb teasing at the head while her entire palm sought to nuzzle him. She even slid low so she could cup the malleable sac beneath the erect rod.

“Gods, what you do!” he hissed, unable to help reaching to back his hand to hers, pressing her into him while his teeth clenched tightly together. “I swear I haven’t felt this randy since I was first in the service.”

“Just how old
are
you?” she asked impishly, the mischief in her eyes purposely baiting.

“Old enough to take my hand to your ass, princess.”

“That’s ‘my Lady princess’ to you, slave,” she taunted him.

“Why, you little…” As though he would make good on his threat, he grabbed her shoulders and whipped her around in an about-face, pressing her against an only slightly warmer slab of stone. She yelped as her heated nipples and breasts contacted the chill surface, and then again when she felt him scoop up her gown in back and expose her bottom to the priming smack of his hand against her. Hanna instantly went to turn back around but he affixed a powerful palm between her shoulders and held her pinned to the wall. “Uh-uh,” he scolded in a hushed voice near her ear as his body crowded into her from behind. “Might as well enjoy the view, sweetheart. You’re going to be facing it for a while.”

“Jhon!”

He ignored her, instead concentrating on fitting her finely rounded ass against the swollen length of his cock even as he started to free himself from the bind of his clothing. Keeping her firmly in place, he took a long moment to caress each soft blue cheek individually, reaching as far down the backs of her legs as he could each time without giving her the opportunity to escape his superior leverage. Then he rubbed himself against her again, his cock settling right along the niche between both of those luscious curves. She was so damn warm, and unbelievably soft. Nothing could possibly be as soft as Hanna’s skin.

Hanna felt the heavy weight of his erection lying against her, and her heart was pounding hard in anticipation and the excitement of her vulnerability. She knew he couldn’t…wouldn’t hurt her, but there was a lot he could do that
could
escape the borderline of violence and avoid setting off the slave band he wore. A band she was supposed to have replaced by then. She had already had a special mimic made up for him. Just like Najir, the band would appear like any other, but it would no longer serve the purpose of a deterrent to violence.

“I wonder how deep a shade of lavender we could achieve on this pretty bottom of yours?” he mused, smiling when the muscles of her buttocks and thighs tensed against his. But before he took his own query to heart, he took a moment to pull her hands above her head, laying her palms loosely against the stone, to keep her from giving in to the urge to push against the wall. “Don’t push away,” he warned her, just enough deadly intent lacing his tone to make her swallow hard.

Arm cuff or no, she knew better than to take him less than seriously. To prove the point, Jhon slid his hand over the front of her hip, following the V of her leg and hip crease into the valley between her legs. Hanna felt his knee nudging hers farther apart, the intrusion of his muscular thigh forcing her legs wider and wider. She wanted to comply because she knew his fingers were seeking sexual treasures, but at the same time it was opening her up to vulnerability where he was nuzzling up behind her.

His fingers did dip into the heated, moist flesh he’d exposed, but it was only the lightest and seeking of touches. “Hmm, hardly wet at all,” he tsked softly in her ear as he jolted her with a sudden cupping of her pubic bone in his palm. He took a single step back and pulled her right along with him. The action severely accentuated the bend of her waist, thrusting her bottom out and resetting her wide stance with even less leverage than before against the wall. Now she had to brace her hands just to keep her sense of balance. “Oh yeah, that’s damn pretty,” he breathed roughly after leaning back a little to inspect his handiwork.

He took another step back, sacrificing the warmth of her body against his aching sex so he could take a good look at her. Now he could see the soft blue tinge of the skin of her bottom as it shaded darker and darker until it became the intimate darkness of her pussy. He could even see that precious second clitoris she had in its place at the edge of her vaginal opening. He wasn’t sure if giving her a good smack on her irresistible backside was going to result in him taking a floor nap, and that she hadn’t offered the answer didn’t mean anything, but he was definitely willing to take a chance.

Vejhon rubbed his hand soothingly over his target area thoughtfully, smiling a little wickedly.

Old, eh?

The sharp popping sound in the air actually seemed to come before she felt the smack. She had been tensely anticipating him pulling away from her to make his play against her flesh, but he’d done the entire recoil so fast, and so hard, that she had no idea it was coming until it was over. She cried out in delayed surprise and sensation as fire burned over her flesh, running up her back, down her leg, and straight across the vibrating lips between her thighs.

“It was”—she gasped for breath—“just a question!” She panted softly after the powerful sting began to fade. “You’re the one always talking about your youth like it was eons ago!”

Well, she should have expected the second smack after that, she thought with a long, breathless cry caught in her throat in the wake of it. Mercy, the man was strong! And the way he spanked his hand against her she felt the print of his palm long after the actual strike, right down to the location of his pinky finger. He drew his hand away from her and she tensed, but to her shocked senses he placed his finger at the very base of her spine and drew it straight down through the sensitive valley between her bottom, over the tight cobalt bud he came to first and then on over her perineum to the lip of her vaginal entryway. The caress had her in shivers of unexpected pleasure, as did the realization that he had discovered a much more satisfactory appearance of her sex’s secretions. He dipped his fingers into the slick honey and then reversed his erotic path up to her spine, wetting her with her own fluids the entire way.

Vejhon stepped back up tight against her, the throb of his aching cock ferociously demanding the contact. He slid both hands down to her hips, his thumbs reaching to pull her cheeks farther apart until his tumescent flesh was lying in the slippery little river he himself had painted over her. He could hear her sexy little panting and saw the edges of the flush on her face. Jhon was not generally a selfish lover, although he could remember a lot of times when he had been selfish, a hazard of his career and, very likely, his sex. But this was probably the only time he could recall the high color on his woman’s face meaning so damn much to him. In fact, the more she reacted, the more stellar his own reactions. Still being selfish in the end, he supposed, but at least with worthwhile motivations for a change. What better motive than to make Hanna feel good? To make her come for him?

Hanna moaned noisily when he shifted against her and stroked his throbbing penis through the path between her labia, soaking himself in her while at the same time stimulating more of the heated liquid from her excited body. Once he was entirely lubed by her he could hardly find it in himself to remain very patient. Especially when she kept tilting her hips trying to catch him with her fitted body.

“I shouldn’t make it this easy,” he growled at her as his fingers slipped through the dampness lightly coating her skin.

“Neither should I.”

With that, she dropped forward onto her knees, the slipperiness of her body freeing her from his grasp instantly. She had already turned around by the time he went to fish after her, but he stopped still when she reached to grab his pants by the waistband, easing them down over his abused skin. She helped him step out of them and then sat back on her heels to look him over thoroughly, a small frown marring her expression.

“I should be tending to these,” she murmured softly, moving forward to touch a particularly deep furrow at his right quadriceps. She leaned over, displaying the long line of her spotted spine to him as she gently kissed the wound. Slowly then, her tongue snaked out and ran over it, the contact alone soothing the soreness away for him. Then the lick became a kiss, then a flicker, and another slow kiss that climbed up the skin of his thigh. Her breath tickled and stimulated the gold dusting of hair on his leg, this time making
him
the victim of an erotic chill that raced straight to his excited cock.

When her hands bracketed his lean hips, she paused to watch the rippling flex of tension that made the muscles of his legs jump out into definition. Then she focused fully on the impressive rod bulging eagerly only a few inches away. He was of a fine length, but it was his thickness that fascinated and thrilled. The gradation of color on his skin, from the translucent tan along the shaft that showcased fat, pulsing veins in distension, to the deep flushed purpling all along the smooth round head: this made for a virile display that seemed purposely set for attracting a woman. The right woman. This woman.

Hanna took a breath and then exhaled in a soft, hot stream across the head of his cock, making it bounce in an eager twitch of anticipation. He stared down at her, completely transfixed as she purposely licked her dark lips. She now knew what her mouth did for him visually, and she wasn’t holding back a single trick of temptation. Not while her bottom still burned with the feel of his hand. There was more than one way to make someone burn.

Hanna was close enough that he could imagine the lightest brush of her lips against him, except he knew she wasn’t quite close enough because when he oozed a heavy drop of pre-ejaculate it landed on her chin instead of her lips. She laughed soft and sultry, her pink tongue flicking out to nab the salty fluid below her lip. Vejhon groaned as if he were being tortured, especially when she hummed her approval at his taste and swiped at her chin with a finger so she could suck on it to obtain every last bit.

“Gods, Hanna! You’re killing me,” he gasped roughly.

“But it’s such a sweet death,” she countered, finally reaching forward to touch her tongue to the head of his cock. His blood roared in his ears, not to mention everywhere else, making him pulse hard against her lips as she used her tongue to draw him between them. When she fully closed her mouth around him it was as though a haze had fallen over his vision. He tried to blink it away quickly, unwilling to miss even an instant of the sight of her sucking him inch by inch into her hungry mouth.

Dark, dark lips closed over him, and within her mouth her tongue flicked and teased along the ridge demarcating the head. Then she reached to close a hand around his shaft, helping to guide him deeper into that warm, wet, sucking haven. True bliss. True blinding bliss, Jhon thought as his new senses seemed to suddenly abandon him. Sight, sound…all he could do was feel. His fingers dove deep into her hair, grasping it up into tight fists until one of her jeweled catches popped off and pinged onto the floor somewhere. His hips surged forward into the growing rhythm of her mouth and the guiding slide of her hand. The rasp of his breathing echoed everywhere, along with the sound of his own pulsating blood.

Vejhon felt ready to burst out of his own skin, his cock aching with how incredibly hard he was. The mad urge to sob screamed over him when she sucked him deeply down the back of her throat just as she raked her nails gently along his scrotum.

“Hanna! Stop or finish! Now!”

His bellow of command penetrated her haze of delight just long enough to make her comprehend his point. She realized by the curt way he said it that she didn’t have time to dally over her choice. She set him free with one last draw and a little pop of sound. The instant she did, he turned her so hard and so fast the floor burned her knees. He pushed her onto her hands, then lower as he raised her bottom high before him. He was going to forget. She knew it instantly. But she had no time to remind him as he plunged deep inside of her, searching for a seat in a single thrust. It failed, of course, and she could hear the grind of his teeth right before he blew out a violent breath and growled a chain of curses.

The lockdown of the muscles inside her nearly caused his head to explode. He had trained for a lot of endurance markers in his time, but what he went through to keep his act together for that next minute beat them all hands down. By the time he had the access to her depths that he had wanted all along, he was drenched in sweat and shaking from the effort. He reached forward and clamped a hand down on the back of her neck and jerked her the rest of the way onto his stone-hard cock. If she made a single sound, he was oblivious. He let his hand rake down her spine on his way to grasping both her hips for counterforce.