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I fold my arms across my chest, not moving. Money is no object to him–he’s made that clear. He could extend this reservation if he wanted. “Did you stop because of the auction?”
Declan finally looks up, meets my eye. For a long moment, neither of us says anything. Then he walks toward the stairs. “Come on,” he says. “I’ll drive you home.”
The whole ride home is tense. We don’t speak except when he asks me directions to my place. I think about lying, giving him a fake address–after all, he is still a stranger from the internet, and a weird spot on the internet, no less. But in the end, I’m too tired to fake anymore, so I give him my real address. The ride takes far less time in a car than it did in the bus this morning, so before long we’re pulling up outside, and I linger, turning to face him, trying to raise the questions buzzing through my head.
Was went wrong? Did I break the rules somehow?
Worse, is that all he sees in me? A yet to be completed transaction?
But I can’t find the right words, and anyway, it’s too weird now. Why did I let him do that to me in the middle of a restaurant? It felt amazing, sure, and I loved making him come too. But now…
I shake my head and grab the door handle. Throw it open. But before I leave the car, Declan catches my hand, pulls me back to his side, and kisses me deeply. Fiercely. His lips are possessive, hard against mine. Without thinking, I kiss him back, unable to resist.
We break apart, and his eyes find mine, deep and serious.
“I’ll see you soon,” he murmurs. Only then does he release my hand, and let me climb out of his car, back into my normal apartment and my normal, boring life.
5
I can’t sleep.
I stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. All night, all I’ve been able to think about is him. I relive that scene in the restaurant over and over again. I take it farther in my imagination. Picture him flipping me over on that table and thrusting into me from behind. Or maybe pulling me onto his lap on the booth and fucking me while I ride him, my back arching in pleasure.
But every time I’m about to come in my fantasies, I remember the look in his eyes in the car. Distant and closed-off, as he dismissed me.
Will I see him again?
My phone lies beside my bed, charging. I know I shouldn’t, know it’s weak of me, but I can’t resist. I lean over and pick up the phone. Check the First Time for Sale site.
My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open. My auction has exploded in the last 24 hours. The top bid, which is listed at the top of my inbox, is still Declan’s. But now it’s $500,000.
That cannot be right.
There are a ton of other messages from the other bidders. Strangers. I delete them all without reading them, uninterested. Even though Declan was a stranger a day ago on a weird website. I don’t need any other guys to confuse me. One is enough for now.
A new message pops up, and I’m about to delete it when I recognize the sender. Declan.
Why are you awake? he asks, and I realize the site allows you to see other users online.
My heart beats a little faster, realizing what that means. He was online too. Watching my icon. Waiting for me to log in, maybe?
No use pretending I’m not here. He can see that I am.
Kitty: I can’t sleep.
Declan: Still horny, my little virgin?
My breath catches. For a moment, I stare at that message, knowing it would be a bad idea to reply. But he’s right. I was thinking about him before I logged on, after all…
Kitty: I might be. Someone left me with unfinished business earlier tonight, after all.
Declan: You’re in trouble, Joyce. It sounds like you’re already addicted to me.
Kitty: Me? Who was on this website waiting for me to log in tonight, hmm?
Declan: Touché. I guess we may both be in danger here. Luckily, I like danger.
Kitty: If danger is always as hot as you, I could get used to liking it.
I’m emboldened by the screen between us, the fact that he can’t see me blush as I type that.
He seems to read my mind, figuring out why I’m so flirty online.
Declan: I want to see you.
I’m about to reply that I can’t exactly take a bus over to his place in the middle of the night when he types again.
Declan: Turn on your webcam.
I blink, debating. Then I roll over and pick up my laptop. Set it on the desk, sit before it, and switch it on. I log into First Time for Sale and hit the webcam icon beside Declan’s chat screen.
At first, all I see on the screens is darkness. Then we both to switch on the lights in our respective rooms.
“Hello,” I say, and on his screen, Declan grins. Is it strange that that grin of his, the hungry, focused one, already feels familiar to me?
“Hello my sexy little virgin. Having trouble sleeping?”
“I keep thinking about you. About the restaurant. About…” I trail off, my face flushed.
He lifts his eyebrows knowingly. “About the taste of my cock in your mouth? Or maybe about the way it felt to come for me, spread out on that table…”
My cheeks burn, but I hold his gaze. “All of that. And about how badly I wanted to feel your cock inside me…”
“Patience, you dirty girl. We’ll get there. Soon.” His eyes seem to burn with heat as he promises that. Then, those eyes drop lower, taking in the loose nightgown I wore to bed. “Take that off,” he says.
I glance back at his soft black T-shirt. “You first,” I counter, feeling bolder tonight.
He grins and pulls his shirt off in one easy motion. Drops it beside his chair and lets me drink in his body. He’s lean and strong, his muscles not too pronounced, but visible enough that his strength is clear. It makes me want to run my hands over him even more. Trace those abs and pecs and wrap my hands around his biceps.
“Your turn,” he reminds me, and I lean back in my chair. Pull off my nightgown slowly, shivering in the chilly night air. But it’s worth it for the heat in his eyes as he takes in my bare breasts, my stomach, my body naked before him, except for the thin panties I’m wearing. “Those too,” he adds, glancing downward. I sit up in my chair to wriggle out of them next, and sit before him, fully exposed.
He pulls off his own boxers, and his cock springs free, rock hard again. I love that I have that affect on him, can make him hard even if we aren’t in the same room.
“Touch yourself, Joyce,” Declan says, and I trail my hand down my stomach, my palm flat against my own skin. “Tell me what you think about when you masturbate.” His eyes are hungry, tracing the path of my fingers as I start to touch myself. Parting my pussy and trailing my fingers up my wet slit.
“I think about your head between my legs.” I watch him too. Watch the way he wraps a fist around the base of his cock and tightens his grip, his muscles straining as he slowly begins to stroke up his cock. “I think about your tongue inside my pussy, tasting me.” I circle my finger around my clit, brushing it lightly with my thumb the way he did earlier today. “I think about the way you pushed a finger into me,” I add, sliding my own index finger into my pussy.
“Did it feel good to let someone else take control of your pleasure?” he asks, his hand sliding up and down his cock a little faster now. I watch him pleasuring himself, study the way his hand moves, strong and slow at the same time, a steady rhythm, his thumb curling over the tip of his cock with each measured stroke.
“Fuck yes.” I lock eyes with him, and his mouth parts a little in a wicked grin.
“Did you want me to fuck you today, my little virgin?”
“Yes,” I breathe again, leaning in. “I wish you had fucked me. I wish you had spread me across that table and taken my virginity.”
“Ah, but I don’t want to rush this. Put another finger in your pussy, Joyce,” he commands, and I obey him without thinking. Slide my middle finger into myself as well, my breath speeding up as I fuck myself faster, imagining it’s him. “I want to
savor this experience. Take you slowly,” Declan murmurs.
He’s fisting himself faster too, both of us leaning forward toward the cameras, eyes locked greedily on one another’s bodies.
“I want to watch you come for me now,” Declan adds, speeding up his motions. I move with him on instinct, faster, breathing hard. “Come for me, Joyce.”
