Highest Bidder [[ON GOING]]

CHAPTER 4

Avery POV

"Let's get this over with then."

The nonchalance in my tone when I was so close to imploding impressed even me. Holding the light gown, I pulled it over my head and flung it away. My breast was now on full display. 

"You've truly grown up. Turn around."

He commanded in that deep, warm voice. I did as I was instructed, fully aware my exposed ass was only covered with a lacy thong. I felt his warmth as he reached me, and shut my eyes to contain it all when his hand slithered around my waist. No one had ever touched me so intimately before. 

Given the setting, obviously, romance wasn't part of the agenda, but the way his warm hand moved across my skin, then flattened on my stomach to press my frame to his. My eyes fluttered shit. His touch burned like a brand, and hot molten desire began to pool between my legs. I could feel his hardness through our clothes, and it quickened my breath dangerously. 

He had towered considerably above me, so he had to lean down to bury his face in my neck as though he were breathing me in, his hand moving up from my stomach. When it arrived at my breasts, his hands covered both swollen, heavy, mounds. As he fondled me, my entire being began to ache...for him...for more. I need more...I needed him to hold me, but I didn't want to show any of this. 

I tried to keep still, but before I realized it, my head tipped back as he traced warm, hair-curling kisses along my neck and shoulders. I tingled all over from the sheer anticipation of his lips on mine, but it never came. His hands began to slip away from my breasts, downward. My eyes snapped open. Angling my head, I found his gaze and the word seemed to completely stop in that moment. Our chests rose and fell. 

He waited...without breaking the gaze for me to say what burned on the tip of my tongue. "Kiss me."

He turned his head away from me and his response was brief, but commanding. "No."

Before I could stop it, his hands slipped down and grabbed my already-soaked thong. I enjoyed the gleam of wanton avarice in his eyes and the combustible force with which he gripped my thong. I knew he wanted me. "Brent, wait..."

"Wait for what?" His hands encroached and invaded, working my pussy till pleasure had me taut and ready to burst. Then he stopped, suddenly and coldly. 

My eyes flew open in disappointment. I spun around, barely able to catch my breath. "Why did you stop?"

"I haven't stopped. I'm just getting you slick and ready. Would you like a drink?"

I shook my head silently and watched as he walked away to the tray of liquor on the mantle. I watched him pour the golden liquid into a crystal tumbler, then head over to one of the armchairs I had fallen asleep on. 

"Come here."

When a few seconds passed and I hadn't moved, he turned to me. I did not want to be seated. I wanted him to finish what he had started so we could both get this sorry affair over with and move on. In fact, I felt quite embarrassed at the way I had so shamelessly lost control of myself. 

"Come here." He repeated, but there was a slight edge to his voice. I was forced to head over to the fireplace. I stood before him, frowning. 

"Is this how this is going to go?"

"What do you care how I go about this? I paid for the entire night so there's definitely going to be starting and stopping. You might as well sit and get used to it. "

With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I lowered myself onto the chair and pretended to be very interested in the flames. I could tell that he was watching me, and my body throbbed against my will with excitement. His hand shot out and touched my thigh. I turned towards him. It was a mistake. The fire seemed to light up his hair and eyes and it all made him look so deliciously dark and tousled. I wanted him and despised him at the same time for torturing me.