Chapter 4

Grady

I expected the bidding to be competitive, especially when the auction announcer called out that Faye is the only virgin on offer tonight. But when she stepped out on stage in barely a wisp of lace, her long smooth legs on full display, her hands gliding down her belly enticingly, and her lush tits about to pop out every time she shimmies, the crowd went wild.

The bidding was fierce, with numbers being shouted all around me. I kept up as the bidding went higher and higher. It was worth every last dime. Faye is mine.

She was already mine. I just needed to claim her.

I don't think she could see into the audience during her presentation, and as much as I loved her confident little show, I was hard as a rock and couldn't wait to take her home.

Finally, I shouted out a number that no one else could possibly dare to raise. Even Faye looked a little shocked when she heard it, her steps faltering as she threw a huge smile in my direction.

No one else raised my bid and the announcer called it. Faye skipped backstage and a bouncer showed me to a hallway where I was told she'll meet me when she's dressed. This is it.

I've done probably the most insane thing I've ever done in my life. Despite my imaginative sci-fi novels, my real life is fairly uneventful. I don't even date anymore since Faye took over my life. No one else could compare to her anymore, so I stopped trying.

I can't wait to see her.

When she comes out of the dressing room, swathed in an oversized raincoat, her face turns bright red when she recognizes me. I can't wait to get my hands on her, and grip her waist, imagining unwrapping her like a present as soon as we get back to my place.

She's charmingly confused, unable to believe at first that I'm the man who won her. I wait, my breath held, to see her reaction when I tell her that she belongs to me now. Finally.

It's amusing to me that she's stunned into silence when she's normally so chatty and gregarious. Is my girl going to get shy on me? I tighten my grip and pull her closer so that our bodies collide. I can barely suppress a groan at the feel of her, and when her eyes light up with anticipation, I can't wait any longer.

I pull her into my arms, lifting her off the ground and carrying her like a lost lamb out to my car. I want to claim her mouth, but not out here on the street. I won't be able to stop once I feel her tongue against mine, hear her moan because of me.

On our way back to my apartment, which is thankfully close, she turns to me and finally speaks.

"Why did you bid on me?" she asks.

Her soft, eager smile makes me reach out to stroke her cheek. Is there any reason to hold back? "I've wanted you for a long time, Faye." Her eyes widen, as she smiles. I let my thumb drift over her full lower lip. "I was going to have you eventually. I'm as surprised as you are that it's happening now."

That pretty lip puckers into a pout that makes my cock strain against my suit pants. She thinks I was there by chance, that I might have taken someone else home if she hadn't been there. I let her believe it for now.

As I pull into the parking garage, she shivers and wraps her arms around herself, but once we're inside my apartment, she relaxes again. I watch her scan the art on the walls of my penthouse.

She moves to look at an oil painting by an up-and-coming artist, her hand rising to hover over the sure strokes.

"This is beautiful," she says, squinting at the signature. "I've never heard of this artist."

"You will," I tell her.

"Do you enjoy art or is this just for decoration?" she asks.

"I have a deep appreciation for it now," I tell her. Ever since I learned she was an art major. Her beaming smile is my reward for doing my homework. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" I ask, wanting to put her at ease.

She doesn't seem nervous at all anymore though, which is no less than what I expect from my wild girl. And she's really mine now. I'm looking forward to having her, this bizarre obsession with my beautiful young student has taken up all my free time - this will make all that I did worth it. I hope this is the start of something real between us.

"No, I don't want anything… to eat or drink," she says.

She moves away from the painting and tentatively stands before me, looking up into my eyes. This close I can see they're not just the green of summer grass, but have a darker rim that's almost azure, like a deep lake I want to dive into. She licks her lips as she slides her hand up my chest. Even her tentative touch inflames me.

"I'm glad you won, Professor Simmons."

I nearly choke as my cock almost tears past the zipper of my pants. "Call me Grady," I say. "I'm not your professor anymore, you know."

"It's a little naughty though, isn't it?" She leans closer and her coat falls open to reveal the smallest hint of cleavage pushing up against the lace bra. "You know, when I saw you yesterday, I wished you would somehow go to the auction and bid on me."

With a groan, I wrap my arms around her and yank her close, tugging on her long hair to tip her chin up to me. I lean down to finally taste her, my tongue sliding between her parted lips.

She sighs as she clutches my jacket. I lower my palms to grip her ass tighter and realize we're both wearing far too many clothes.

I pull back and rip at my tie. Her eyes are wide and dark and I remind myself this is her first time. As much as I want to sink deep inside her and pound her wildly until we're both screaming, I need to slow down.

"I promise this will be a night you won't forget."

"I know, Professor," she whispers, standing before me with a look of hope and trust that makes my heart twist. "I can't wait."

"Oh, my girl, neither can I."

When my tie is loose, I fling it over my head and shrug out of my jacket. Then I reach for her coat and ease it open to reveal her glorious body. Her rosy nipples are tight peaks under the sheer white lace, and I dip to nuzzle each one, making her shiver and reach for my hair.

She lets the coat fall down her arms and I move lower, kissing her belly and making her tremble. I hold onto her hips and tug at the top band of the little scrap of lace covering her mound.

"Professor," she whines, pushing on my head.

I glance up. "What do you want?" I ask. "Do you know what I'm about to do? Has any man ever eaten your little virgin pussy?"

Her head whips back and forth, making her hair tumble over her shoulders. "No, never. I just want… I want what you want. Please."

I slip my fingers between her thighs, pushing against the damp fabric of her panties. "Feel how wet you are for me? I'm going to make you even wetter."

Tearing off the tiny thong, I grip her hips and plunge my tongue between her slick folds. She's as delicious as I imagined, and I've been dreaming about licking her slippery pussy for more than a year now. Dreaming about how hot and wet and tight she'd be, with only my own hand to give me any relief from the torture of thinking about her, wanting and needing to fuck her perfect body.

I roll my tongue over her swollen clit, pressing hard and making her gasp. I need more. We both need more. I stand, picking her up and carrying her to my bedroom. I snap on the light because I want to see every inch of her. Every goosebump, every shiver.

Tossing her on the bed, I spread her legs and dive back in, ramming my tongue deep inside. Reaching up, I push her bra up to tweak her nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb as I lap at her juices. Her hips rise and she cries out, grabbing at me wherever she can reach.

"What are you doing to me?" she cries out, thrashing like a fish on a line.

I grip her hips and hold them tight against the mattress, then take both her wrists in one of my hands.

"I'm making you come, little girl. Hasn't anyone ever made you come before?"

She shakes her head furiously back and forth, the only thing she can move since I have complete control of her body. "Please don't stop."

"Be still," I command. "Let me lick your sexy little pussy."

With a gasp, she keeps struggling, straining to lift her hips to my mouth. How am I not already driving deep inside her? My cock is as hard as iron, throbbing to feel her slick heat. But I want to make her feel the same level of desperation and desire I've been feeling for so long. I dip my head and slowly lick her from her clit all the way down to her tiny pink asshole and back up again, then look her in the eyes.

"Don't you touch yourself, Faye? You've never had a single orgasm, not even one you give yourself?"

Thinking about her slipping her hand furtively under her panties and between her thighs makes me almost feral. I take her hand and move it to her pussy, move her finger in small circles around her swollen nub.

"Your mouth feels better, Professor," she tells me in a ragged voice. After a few deep breaths, she smiles, her face suddenly mischievous. "I want you to keep licking me, but do you want to watch me play with myself?"

She shakes her hand out of my grip and clumsily rubs her palm up and down between her thighs. "I could never make myself feel as good as you do, Professor, but do you like to watch me do this?"

I'm dumbfounded and more turned on than I've ever been. While I watch her finger her pussy, I unzip my pants and take my cock out. She freezes, her eyes locked on my thick, pulsing shaft.

"Oh my gosh, is that what you're going to—"

"I'm going to make you feel good. You don't need to worry about that."

"But it's so big and—"

I interrupt her with a laugh. "And you've never had a cock inside you. Never ever been fucked."

She shakes her head. "No, you know I'm a virgin. No one's ever done the things you're doing. I've never…"

Her hand stills and she reaches for me. I groan when she wraps her hand around my smooth steel, her palm slick.

"God damn, Faye."

Her eyes are locked on her hand. moving slowly up and down, then she sweeps her thumb over my dripping tip, both of our breathing increasing.

"Am I doing a good job?" she asks, licking her lips.

A vision of her wrapping her mouth around my cock almost makes me black out. This isn't my first time, far from it. So why is she so completely keeping me on the verge of losing control?

"So good I might come all over your pretty little tits if you keep going," I say. "And I intend to come inside you, so…"

I take her hand and move it away, then push my fingers into her tight cunt, taking her breath away. I press deeper, stretching her channel, making her ready for me.

She wriggles against me, panting, as I stroke her clit while I move my fingers in and out. Soon she falls back against the pillows, moaning.

"I'm ready, Professor. I'm so ready."

"Not until you come, little girl. Not until I make you scream."

I keep working her clit, watching her face, her body, enjoying every second of the sweet torment I'm inflicting on her. Even though it's killing me, I could keep playing with her for hours if that's what it takes, but I know she's almost there.

The next sweep of my thumb across her swollen, slick nub and she jerks under my hand, a scream ripping from her throat. Her hands grip the bedspread beneath her and her body rocks against my fingers. By the time her body stills under my touch, I realize I'm not breathing and I draw in a harsh breath.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I say, unable to tear my eyes away from her. "So damn gorgeous when you come."

"Then make me do it again," she gasps, too weak to turn her head and look at me.

"So you think you're ready to take my big cock in your tiny little hole?" I ask, pulling her legs around me.

She looks at me then, both eagerness and worry in her eyes. "I- I think so."

"I told you not to worry, didn't I?" I tease her clit with the tip of my cock. "I said I was going to make my little girl feel good, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did," she sighs. "So good. Oh, hurry and fuck me now, Professor."

The sound of her sweet voice begging me is the final straw. It takes every last ounce of willpower not to ram inside her hard and deep, but I manage to ease halfway into her tight heat.

And her slippery cunt is so very tight and so very hot. I'm growling like a mad dog as I push deeper, desperate not to break my promise. As good as she feels, I want to hear her cry out with pleasure again, not pain.

As I'm easing my way in, she grabs my shoulders and pulls me close, locking her legs around me. In the next second, I'm home, sunk deep inside Faye's body.

"Yes," she moans. "Yes, it's good, it's amazing. Keep going. Is it okay?"

I laugh that she could even imagine I wasn't in heaven right now. "Better than okay," I tell her, starting to move. "God, your pussy is so damn tight."

She can only keep moaning as I fuck her harder and faster, finally losing my tenuous bit of control. This isn't going to take long. It's a good thing we have all night because it's also not going to be enough.

I bend down to kiss her throat and she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face against my shoulder.

"Grady," she sighs, so trusting and sweet. The first time she's said my name.

"Come for me again," I tell her, trying to rise enough to find her clit again and drive her over the edge.

I have to feel her pulsing around my cock when I shoot my seed inside her. I can't take much more. She holds me close, and another cry bursts from her lips, her head rolling back onto the pillow. Her slick channel tightens even more around me, gripping my shaft like a vice.

With a roar, I drive deep, spilling everything I have into her. Through the haze of pure pleasure I see her smile weakly, feel her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I shout her name and collapse against her chest, just trying not to pass out. For long minutes there's nothing but the sound of our breath, the feel of our hearts banging against our rib cages.

I softly kiss her neck, licking away a drop of salty sweat, then roll to the side. The loss of her warmth underneath me is a shock and I pull her close again, settling my arm under her head.

"I guess I'm not a virgin anymore," she says with an adorable, infectious laugh. "Oh my gosh, that was better than I ever dreamed."

She rolls onto me to give me a kiss and soon I'm running my fingers through her long hair, pulling her closer to feel her nipples against my chest. Her leg swings over mine and her hand begins to move up and down my side.

"More," she murmurs against my lips. "I need more."

"Anything you want," I tell her.

This is going to be a long night, and I'm more than ready.

Chapter 5

Faye

I wake up slowly, certain for a few seconds that everything had to be a dream. An amazing dream. But Grady is asleep next to me, his normally stern face relaxed, his dark waves tousled from all the times I ran my fingers through it.

I just lie there, wondering when we drifted off. Sometime after round three, maybe? I'm pleasantly achy everywhere and happier than I probably have any right to be. I mean, this isn't real, and it's going to have to end soon. I should just be glad it wasn't awful.

It was the complete opposite of awful. Grady ended up shocking the hell out of me. I had no real expectations, except that maybe my first time might be awkward and uncomfortable. But he drove me wild from his very first touch. Actually, he didn't even have to touch me, from the moment he growled out that I was his at the club, I went weak in the knees.

Who would have thought my favorite author turned professor could drive me so wild? And I don't think it's just my inexperience talking. I've been on other dates with guys my own age and never felt anything close to what Grady can make me feel. It feels like all of my fantasies came true.

The morning light filters through the curtains and I'm sorry that our perfect night is over. Once he wakes up, he'll probably shoo me out of his luxurious apartment and this will all have to be nothing more than a nice memory.

Thank goodness I'm not in his class anymore. I'll have to be careful around campus so we don't run into each other because I might end up throwing myself at him like a fool. I really don't want to leave, I need more of him. Much more.

His eyes open and he smiles to find me staring at him. Pulling me close, he gives me a kiss that makes me melt against his muscular chest. When I asked him how old he was during one of our little breaks last night, he told me he was 35— not quite old enough to be my father at least. You'd never know, he's got a better body than any other man I've ever seen, and I'm including professional underwear models.

He seems to like the way I run my fingers up and down his washboard abs and I reach lower to wrap my fingers around his huge cock. I thought I might pass out when I first caught a glimpse of it, but he fits me perfectly, just like he promised.

He takes my hand and moves it to his chest, pulling away from our steamy kiss with a groan. "I don't know how I'm still alive, let alone ready for more." He reaches over for his phone on the bedside table and checks the time. "And I'm not even tired," he muses. "You seem to give me energy, Faye."

"Good," I tell him, reaching for his thick, steely shaft again. "Then I'm glad we got that little nap."

He kisses me again, a quick peck, pulling away with a smile that melts my heart and has me rubbing my pussy against his powerful thigh. He rolls his eyes. "Have I turned you into a monster?"

"Just for you," I say.

He keeps smiling. "Why don't we spend the day together since you don't have any classes?"

"How do you know I don't have any classes?" I ask.

He's right. I have a full load this semester, but no classes on Fridays. It's usually when I get all my chores done and pick up a shift at a coffee shop near the college.

He purses his lips, his eyes going dark. "I know quite a bit about you, Faye. You've been on my mind since you were in my class." He pulls me closer so that my breasts are pressed against his chest. "Does that scare you, my girl?"

On the contrary, it thrills me. He was interested in me. All those lonely nights when I stared at his picture and dreamed about having moments like this, he could have been mine?

"Why didn't you say something when I was in your class?" To be honest, I'm a little irritated that he never said anything, but now that he has been open with me, I want to be open with him. "You know how you made me play with myself last night? I've done that before, and I've always thought about you. I didn't know how good it would really be, but I still wished it was you touching me there."

He looks stunned, his mouth dropping open. He makes a low sound in his throat as he reaches for my breast, stroking my nipple to a tight bud. "Are you telling me the truth?" he asks in a choked voice.

I nod, wanting to close my eyes to better concentrate on the sensation of his fingers on my nipple, but I can't look away from his intense eyes, stormier than I've ever seen them.

"I've had a crush on you ever since I saw your picture on the back of the first Lost Moon book. Then when I realized you were my professor, I thought I may actually stand a chance. Every astronomy lesson you taught made me so hot. Whenever you looked at me, I had to grind against my chair. One time I ran to the restroom as soon as your class ended. All I could think about was what I wanted you to do to me while I got my hands under my skirt and between my legs. Just your voice and a few glances made my pussy so wet, Professor." I shake a little at the memory. "To think you could have been fucking me all along."

"Jesus," he mutters, his hand sliding between my thighs to feel how much I need him.

I giggle, heady with power. "And you could have saved all that money."

His fingers push inside me, stretching me for his cock. "I can't date students," he says roughly. "And you were worth every penny."

In a flash, he whips me onto my stomach and pulls my backside up against him. His hard cock slides between my thighs, the smooth shaft teasing my needy pussy. He gives me a light slap on the ass.

"That's for not telling me you had to stroke your own little clit when I could have been licking you all along."

I laugh, pressing back against him. "I wouldn't want my favorite professor to get in trouble," I say.

Then I gasp when he grips my hips and drives deep inside me. I yelp as he pounds me from behind, that amazing feeling already building with every hard thrust. He leans close and kisses my neck, growling in my ear.

"You know how many times I've thought about bending you over my desk? Fucking you senseless like this with your sexy ass waving in the air?" He tugs on my hair, pulling me up onto my elbows. "I want to see those tits of yours bounce, little girl."

Once again he's sending me over the edge and all I can do is let it happen. He drives deeper and harder inside me, our bodies slapping together, our breath getting heavier. I can barely speak but I find the words to beg for what I need so badly.

"Touch me, Professor. Please."

His hand releases its grip on my hair and snakes around my waist. He slides his palm slowly down my belly to cup me between my thighs, right up to where his cock is buried inside me. His fingers slowly and expertly tease my swollen clit, and I seem to fall into empty space as he gives me yet another orgasm. How many is this now? I lost count long ago.

My screams die down and I find that he's already laying on top of me, panting and kissing my shoulder. I can barely move or breathe and I don't care as I continue to spasm around his cock.

"I want to stay inside your body forever," he murmurs, slowly sliding out. He groans. "God, what do you do to me, Faye?"

He rolls off and runs his fingers up and down my back. My thighs are slick with his seed and the sheets are damp and tangled from everything we've done. I finally turn my head and smile.

"Did you say something about spending the day together?"

I can't let this end. I know I should be guarding my heart. This isn't real. He paid for me. He wanted to fuck me, nothing more. But I still don't want it to end just yet.

He grins and shoves himself off the bed. "Yes, I did. But first breakfast."

He tells me to get a shower if I like, and a few minutes later I hear a clatter of pans from the kitchen, along with Grady's humming. His bathroom is bigger than Jen and I's apartment, I'm not even exaggerating. As much as I don't want to rinse away his scent and lose the feel of his hands, I can't resist the massive walk-in shower.

I use his soap and shampoo, glad I can still carry him home with me, and when I walk into his kitchen wrapped in his bathrobe, my heart shifts a little. He's made scrambled eggs and toast, with fresh peaches sliced up on a plate. A pitcher of orange juice sits next to two stemmed glasses and there's a variety of jam and honey.

"So this is how the other half lives," I joke, sitting down to dig in.

He's got a t-shirt and some sweatpants on, the most casual I've seen him— well, besides naked. And he looks every bit as mouthwatering as he does in his designer suits. My heart flutters again when he sits across from me at the granite kitchen island and pours me a glass of juice.

"You're the other half now, too," he reminds me. His teasing smile turns serious. "What made you want to do the auction?" he asks.

I take a deep breath and wave at the paintings on his walls, then the breathtaking view of the river outside his apartment windows. "I love art and nature and everything beautiful. I want to see it all, live it, breathe it. Bioluminescent bays, the Sistine Chapel, the masterpieces in the Louvre, Machu Picchu. All of that takes money. And I want to finish school without any debt," I add, hoping he doesn't think I'm just a greedy, flighty dreamer. "My father lost my college fund with a bad investment, so I have to pay my way myself, and the auction seemed like the simplest way to do that."

He shakes his head slightly, then leans across the bar to kiss me. "God, Faye, I'm so sorry you felt like you had to auction yourself to get what you want," he says against my lips. "I think it's brave you were willing to do that to go after your dreams and see the world. Impressive, even. Now I feel lame asking you to go to a simple movie with me."

I laugh and kiss him back. "I'd go anywhere with you."

I wish I could snatch the words back when his eyes harden. I've said too much, been too eager. He tells me to finish my breakfast and gets a quick shower, then finds me some jeans and a t-shirt. I roll up the pant legs about ten times, finding the "boyfriend" fit that hangs around my hips in a cool way, and finish the look by tying the t-shirt at my waist.

He gives me an appreciative look. "Still gorgeous," he says, making me blush.

We drive to the other side of town, since he can't be seen with me. I'm not his student anymore, but I still go to his college, and he's a stickler for rules. I find that both endearing and incredibly sexy. Plus it's fun to sneak around.

We pick a spy thriller but neither one of us could say what the movie was about because we make out the entire two hours. At the end he laughs and says he feels like he's back in high school. I tell him I never made out with anyone in high school because boys my age are gross.

"You like older guys like me?" he asks, his tone teasing but his eyes serious.

"I like one old guy who is you," I clarify.

I think about poor miss gummy lover, wherever she is right now with Alfred, probably with his dentures out. She has no idea what she's missing.

We end up at a diner down the block from the theater and we play footsie under the table after we order. I can't hold back any longer and drag him into the women's restroom. I don't notice anything about the small room except that it's empty and the door locks. Within seconds he's got me pressed up against the wall, our lips locked together.

We fumble with each other's buttons and zippers, and the second my borrowed jeans are down around my ankles, I kick them away. He grips my hips as I wrap my legs around his waist. I'm already so wet and open for him, and my heart is pounding.

"Hurry," I whisper, looking down to see his big cock. I look up into his intense gray eyes. "Hurry and fuck me," I plead.

He rams into me, held up by his body and the wall. I come almost instantly, biting down on his shoulder to keep from screaming and having the restaurant employees crashing in on us.

With a low growl, he kisses me hard as he comes inside me with my pussy pulsing around his throbbing shaft.

We laugh breathlessly while we hurriedly get dressed. "I can't believe we had a quickie in a public restroom," I say. "I was a virgin yesterday!"

He straightens my hair and shakes his head. "I have created a monster."

Our food is waiting for us on the table and if the server gives us a suspicious look we ignore her. We both eat ravenously and then chat for a while about anything and nothing. It's surprisingly comfortable being with Grady, but the light begins to dim outside the diner windows and as the sun goes down, reality begins to creep in.

I want this day to last forever, but I know it can't. Grady isn't my boyfriend, and he never can be. I thought I could bypass emotions by selling my virginity to a stranger, keep my heart safe and not end up like my friends who were torn up after their first relationships crumbled into dust. But I'm already finding myself attached to Grady, much more than I thought possible. It's already deeper than the silly crush from last year. I can't believe I'm sleeping with my favorite author.

On the drive back, I lapse into silence, staring at the traffic out my window to keep from studying Grady's chiseled profile.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Everything's fine," I assure him.

I'm just preparing myself for when the most magical day of my life comes to an end. I don't know how I will move on after being with him like this. I feel like we belong together, but I can't tell him that without sounding like a lovesick fool. I wish I could tell if he wanted more between us, I am desperate to be with him.