by Jenna Rose
“Not always,” I tell her as I slam the door shut behind her and press my arms against the wall, trapping her between them. “Like when I saw you – I had no choice. I knew I had to have you.”
I lean right in, snatch her and pull her to me, one hand on the nape of her neck and the other on her ass. It’s perfect, plump and firm through the soft fabric of her skirt. She lets out a tiny gasp but I silence her with my lips against hers. The sweet scent of her perfume floods my nostrils, igniting me with passion.
I thought with all that big talk – that declaration – that she would do something to stop me. But she lets her mouth hang open and I slide my eager tongue inside. She may talk a big game, but her body speaks louder than her words.
Growling, I slam her up against the wall and almost tear her skirt as I pull it up over her hips, revealing the silky smooth skin that I immediately sully with my filthy hands. She can’t hide her desire as her tongue presses against mine. Rich city girl has a lady-boner for the local grease monkey, and I’m about to show her what she’s gotten herself into.
3
Nicky
This can’t be happening, I think as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I don’t…do this!
But he’s not hesitating, and as he presses two fingers against my damp panties, all thoughts of protest are whisked from my mind. All I can think about is how good it feels. Amazing hands. No wonder he’s a mechanic. He’s sure giving me an overhaul.
Ho-ly shit!
How many seconds has it been since I told him I wasn’t going to have sex with him? Has it even been a minute? And how long has it been since we met? An hour? Two?
I reach up and feel the muscles of his arms, swollen and taut beneath his sweaty, dirt-stained t-shirt. He’s built like a bodybuilder; his hands rough against my skin. He applies more pressure to my clit through my underwear, and with a jolt, I suddenly realize what I’m doing.
“Wait—” I start to say, breaking our embrace.
“What is it, princess?” he whispers, letting his skilled lips gently drag across mine. “You want me to stop? Because if you say stop, I will.”
I bite my lip, knowing what my answer should be. This prick is the most presumptuous, arrogant, rage-inducing man I’ve ever met, and comes off like the world’s biggest asshole. But having said that, this last hour we’ve spent together has ignited a spark inside of me that I’ve never felt before.
I fight back against his question with my eyes, lean quickly forward and aggressively lick his lips like a dog. I see a brief flash of surprise across his chiseled features, but when I grind against his hand, it’s immediately swept away by lust.
“Mmm, fuck,” he replies with a growl I can feel in his chest as it presses against mine. “Not as innocent as you look, are you?”
“You sure talk a big game,” I snap back at him, snatching his thick bulge with my hand. “You all talk or are you all action, big boy?”
I don’t know where that came from. Maybe it’s the way he’s has been teasing me, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s just such a prick that I want to stand up to him somehow, but my hormones are raging as his eyes swell with a lust I’ve never seen.
I may have been taunting him, but there was no way I could have anticipated his next move. With a shit-eating grin, he bends down and snatches me up with one arm and throws me over his shoulder like I weigh absolutely nothing. I cry out as he carries me to the couch and tosses me down. The impact is rough and actually knocks some of the breath from my lungs, but I’m not even given a chance to recover; he is on me.
He snatches me by the jaw and pulls my lips to his and presses his tongue into my mouth like he’s expecting me to fight back. I don’t. Why would I? In fact, I want to tell him just how badly he’s turned me on – how his sweaty, hard body, covered in grease and filth, has my pussy sopping wet between my thighs, how his asshole attitude has had me off balance since the moment we first met and how he’s making me want to do things with him that I’ve never even dreamt of before.
But I don’t. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. His ego is big enough; he doesn’t need me inflating it even more. But it doesn’t even matter, because apparently, on top of being a dick, the arrogant mechanic is also a psychic.
“I know what you want, city girl,” he coos in my ear. “I feel your wetness soaking your panties. You want a guy like me to ruin you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
He tears my shirt straight up the middle like it was made of tissue. A $1,200 Gucci now ruined. Who gives a fuck? I’m not wearing a bra and he lunges down on top of me and wraps his lips around my hard nipple. I whimper and arch my back up off the couch and feel his enormous bulge press between my legs. What does he have down there?
He applies more pressure between my legs and my clit pulses, lighting my world on fire.
“Oh, fuck…” I moan. I want to say his name, but I realize I don’t even know it! “Wait, w—wait,” I stammer. “Hang on, hot stuff.”
“You don’t want to stop,” he growls. “Don’t pretend.”
“I—I want to know your name!”
For a split second, the strong-jawed mechanic stops what he’s doing and looks into my eyes. I see a hint of amusement and start to look away, but he grabs my jaw and pulls me back to him.
“Just call me sir for now.” It sounds like an order.
“I—”
“Shhh,” he says, placing a finger across my lips. “Sir or you bastard. Whichever.”
I wonder if he’s kidding, but there’s no more humor in his eyes, and before I know it, he’s gripping my hips with his strong, callused hands. I swallow hard as he hooks his thumbs in the strings of my panties and tugs, pulling them all the way down to my ankles.
“Your pussy is bare,” he says, almost angrily. “Who are you trying to please?”
“I—”
“You know what?” he growls. “It doesn’t fucking matter.”
The next thing he does blows my fucking mind; he leans in, stuffs his face between my legs, and sinks his teeth into my thighs just below my pussy.
“Ow!” I cry out. “What the fuck are you doing?!”
He pulls back and I see two red arcs on my skin.
“Marking you as mine,” he says with a sly grin. “I own your body now.”
I should slap him. Hell, I should kick him in his handsome fucking face. But before I can think, he has my legs pinned up above my head. I cry out when I feel his tongue find my slit and spread me open. My whole body screams with golden desire, the sharp pain in my leg contrasting the unbelievable feeling of his mouth on my holiest of holies.
Gritting my teeth, I snatch a fistful of his hair and stare down between my legs to find him staring up at me as his tongue rolls my clit with utter perfection. I practically snarl as I drip into his mouth. My orgasm swells and I clamp my thighs around his head. He just smiles back at me, never stopping, not even for a second.
My world rocks as I come. This isn’t real life; this is something out of a romance novel – or a porno! It looks like that twisted tongue of his can do a whole lot more than just talk shit.
My head spins as my clit throbs.
Where even am I? How did I get here?
No matchmaker in the world would have set me up with this man. We’re from two different worlds. But somehow I ended up here. Maybe that means something…
I slump back down on the couch, and he flicks my clit one last time, jolting me with sensitivity, causing me to laugh into my hand. Then he looks up at me, his eyes blazing with intent.
“Even spoiled rich girls giggle like schoolgirls after they come,” he smirks. It’s insane just how arrogant he is.
“Fuck off,” I reply. I can’t let him know just how hard he made me come or how badly I’m losing my mind right now.
“You taste even sweeter than you smell,” he purrs.
“I—I do?” I don’t know what else to say.
“Let me show you.”
&n
bsp; Before I know what’s happening, he’s crushing his lips against mine. They’re soaked with my juices; I taste them as he kisses me, but instead of being disgusted and breaking his embrace, my lust burns higher like gasoline poured on a fire.
“You must have all those city boys begging for you,” he whispers, dragging his lips across mine. “How’s it feel to have a real man take control—?”
“Shut up,” I snap, grabbing his dripping face between my fingers. “Stop flapping your lips and put them on my pussy and make me fucking come again.”
The words slip from my mouth before I even know what I’m saying. What am I – a porn star? This beastly, primal man has done something to me. A part of me I never even knew existed, something lurking deep within the waters of my soul, is suddenly coming to the surface. My fingers still twisted in his hair, I push his head back down between my legs, but he stops me.
“No,” he replies, a firm bass in his voice.
Shit. Did I just screw everything up?
My heart does a hop and a skip as he sits up. Yup, I blew it. But then I realize what’s happening; he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.
“Oh. My. God!” I gasp. “You are fucking—”
“Hung like a horse,” he grins proudly, as he should be. “You’re damn right, princess. And it’s all for you now.”
He crushes his body against mine, pinning me helplessly against the couch. I feel him growl against me and almost scream when the tip of his cock parts my pussy lips.
“Just relax and enjoy yourself,”
The son of a bitch knows I want it! He’s so fucking arrogant, and despite the fact that my body is begging for his cock, the way he’s smiling at me makes me want to slap him silly.
“Hold up,” I say, pressing my hands against his rock-hard abs. He doesn’t move. I glance up at him with fire in my eyes. “Off.”
“You mean that?” he counters.
I reply with a punch to the gut. It probably hurts my hand more than it hurts him, but he gets the message and gets off me.
“What? You’re gonna play all innocent now after coming all over my face?”
“I don’t know who you think I am, mister,” I reply, tugging my skirt down and doing my best to cover my breasts with my torn shirt. “But I don’t just go from small town to small town letting every prick with an even bigger prick attached to it stick his dick in me. Okay?”
I expect him to glare at me or at least look a little pissed. Instead, what’s he do? Grins like I’m a stand-up comedian.
“I know you don’t, Clueless,” he whispers. “You’re an innocent.”
His accusation takes my breath away.
“C—clueless?” I stammer. “And what do you know about how innocent I am?”
“Yeah. Clueless,” he smirks, stroking the monster between his legs. “Alicia Silverstone? Spoiled rich girl from Beverly Hills?”
“Ah—”
“And you are innocent,” he continues. “I could feel it when I was down there. You’ve never had a cock inside you. You’re a virgin, but I’m going to change that.”
4
Chase
I reach out to grab Nicky, her warm pussy juice still fresh on my lips, but she practically jumps out of her skin getting away from me. My cock is still rock hard, and truthfully, I could bust at any second.
“The fuck are you doing?” I growl as she fumbles with her shirt, eventually tying it in the middle. It keeps her plump, gorgeous tits in, but just barely. It just shouldn’t be possible to be as gorgeous as she is.
“Is this your game?” she asks me, flustered as hell and just as sexy. “You pick up poor, helpless girls at your shop, con them into coming back to your house and then you stick that big monster in them and split them in two?”
I burst out laughing. I have to. If she only knew that I hadn’t had a single girl back here – not one – in the last two years. I doubt she’d even believe me if I told her. I work; I don’t have time for women that aren’t serious.
I’m not Tucker. Not by a long shot.
“Poor? You? Yeah, the girl driving the fucking Bentley doesn’t have any money.”
“That’s not what I meant—”
“And no, Clueless,” I continue. “I don’t have any game. Game is for losers who watch pickup artists on the internet.”
She twists her lips in a scowl. I lick mine, getting her taste back on my tongue. I barely even got started with her and she’s already looking like a mess. When I realized she was a virgin, everything changed; I want her even more now.
Unclaimed territory. An untouched hole that I can stretch to my perfect fit.
But then a thought occurs to me. If she’s a virgin…
“Who are you waxing for?” I ask.
“What?”
“Your pussy is bare,” I growl. “If you’re untouched, who are you making it bare for?”
“Oh, now you’re actually interested in me,” she says, acting surprised. “And not just my body.”
“I didn’t hear you asking me about myself,” I counter. “Is this just like some kind of post-orgasmic female rage or something? Or are you really just a professional tease?”
“You think you know everything about me,” she sneers. “But you don’t know shit.”
I step forward and grab her by the arm and pull her to me. She’s got spunk, but I’ve got a hard dick and a feverish lust that needs to be quenched, and I’m not about to put up with a professional tease.
“I bet you thought this would be fun, didn’t you? A little fling with the guy from the other side of the tracks? Give him just a little taste and then leave?”
Her cheeks flush with red and she scowls back at me with her perfect lips. I hate myself for wanting her so bad – for letting a woman have power over me like this.
“Like I said,” she replies sharply. “You don’t know anything about me.”
I could have held her if I wanted to, but I let her tear her arm away from me. Without hesitation, she marches straight out of the living room and into my bedroom.
“Going to bed?” I call after her. She returns almost immediately, one of my only “nice” t-shirts in her hands.
“I’m taking this,” she says simply as she strips out of her torn blouse, giving me an eyeful of her amazing rack. “Maybe I’ll give it back later. Maybe.”
She slides into my shirt, which is way too big for her and fits her basically like a dress, but I have to admit, I like her in it. Coming home from the garage and finding her in my bed wearing that – and only that – would be a hell of a way to wrap up the day. She twists and ties it up then grabs her purse and heads for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, snatching her wrist as she passes.
“You think I’m going to stay here?” she asks. “So we can get into bed and you can try and work your pneumatic wrench between my legs?”
I burst out laughing. “Pneumatic wrench? Did you just say that?”
“Your hammer, your screwdriver!” she stammers. “What the fuck ever!”
Again, she tears her arm away from me, then flings my front door open and strides out into the night. I follow.
She almost breaks an ankle as her foot twists in the gravel. With a deep, angry sigh, she pulls off her heels and marches barefoot away from me, her hips swaying with an angry sexiness.
“Where are you going?” I call after her. “It’s three miles to town and everything’s closed!”
“Then I’ll walk all night,” she shouts back without turning. “Exercise is good for you!”
“Come back here then,” I tell her. “And we can burn calories all night.”
“In your dreams!”
I can’t fucking believe it. She came home with me, I made her come, and now she’s jumping ship, leaving me with a hard dick and nothing to do with it.
She really is a princess.
“Don’t forget about your car!” I shout.
“My car?” she replies, finally
turning to me. “Who says it’s my car?”
“What are you talking about?” I laugh. “If it’s not yours, whose is it?”
She smiles like I just called her bluff in a winning hand of poker and she’s about to take me for all my chips.
“My fiancé’s,” she replies. Proudly, a broad smile across her face, she flips me the bird and turns around and keeps walking.
I feel like I’ve been hit in the guts. All the air leaves my lungs and I brace myself against the doorframe as I watch her go. As excited as I am, my dick actually starts to go down as the full realization of her words hit me like a ton of bricks.
Fiancé…
Just the thought of her being with other men sets a jealousy aflame inside me. I don’t have a quick temper, but I’ve never felt such an immediate anger before. If this was any other girl, I wouldn’t give two shits. Then again, I would have never invited another girl back to my place in the first place.
But what Nicky just said has me ready to break something.
Images flash through my mind: her laughing through her tears while some rich guy is down on one knee in front of her holding a massive diamond ring, him handing her the keys to the Bentley, a proud look on his face, her picking out floral arrangements and table settings for their wedding.
I ball my fists at my side as she vanishes into the darkness of the night. I’m fucking stunned. I bet she thought this was all a big game from the moment she saw me back at the garage. One last tryst with a broke, filthy mechanic, like a groom having a stripper blowout in Vegas two days before his wedding.
I’m just a bum to her. I could never exist in her world. She’s going to go back to him now and let him run his hands all over her gorgeous body and run his tongue across her perfect, bare pussy.
But just as I’m starting to boil over, I realize something. A smile creeps across my lips.
“No,” I mutter to myself. “He’ll see it.”
Laughing, I turn around and head back inside.
The bite. The mark I left on her inner thigh.