by Cole, Aria
Oh Jesus, Sadie. Get it together.
“I don’t let it get to me,” I uttered, my eyes focused on his. His own eyes watched my lips form the quiet words.
“I know you don’t,” Jackson muttered, leaning a little closer, his nose dusting the shell of my ear. My stomach flipped, my knees weak with every one of his movements. “Thing is, Sadie, I can’t get you off my mind.”
My fingers clutched at his steely forearms. His other hand weaved down the dip of my back, fingertips sliding just under the waistband of my jeans, making contact with my skin.
Jackson husked in my ear, “I’m bringing you home with me tonight and every night after.”
TWO
Jackson
“I keep imagining the taste of you on my lips.” My fingers slid a little farther down the waistband of her jeans, those sexy fucking jeans that hugged her enticing curves, leaving me with a throbbing hard-on all day as I watched her work.
“Jackson,” she gasped, her eyelids fluttering closed. She was so fucking sexy, so innocent, so completely fucking made for me I couldn't believe I finally had her under my hands. It’d been torture watching her these last few weeks. I even had a moment where I thought it was a mistake to hire her. A girl in the shop was one thing. A sexier-than-hell one was a whole other deal.
“The way you’re rockin’ your hips makes me think you want my tongue on you,” I growled when I slipped my hand farther inside and found her ass cheeks completely bare. “You’re wearing a thong, Sadie?”
She shook her head wildly..
“And this is?” I groaned, palming the flesh of her ass cheeks in my hand. So fucking sexy. My cock was rock hard and begging to cum deep inside her.
“Nothing… I wear nothing.”
I couldn’t see straight, certainly couldn’t think straight after that. My lips crashed against hers as I lifted her against me. We careened against a wall, my hand supporting both of us as her lips parted and our tongues tangled together.
“Watching you bent over a car every day for the last six weeks has been fucking hell,” I snarled, nestling my cock at the hot, wet source of all my of fantasies.
“I wondered why you gave me a dirty look every time I walked into the room.”
“That wasn’t a dirty look, baby. That was pain. You make my cock so fucking hard I could pound nails.” Her breathing sped up, her hips rocking wildly until I spun us around, laying her across the hood of the car we were supposed to be fixing. “I’ve been dreaming of this pretty pussy since the second you walked into my garage.”
My fingers stroked across the seam of her jeans—hot, damp arousal burning my fingertips and sending my brain into a frenzy. I pressed, rubbing around, where I imagined her clit was, dreaming of the time I’d get my lips on it. Our lips crashed together, her hands in my hair, running circles across my scalp before she tugged on the strands.
“So fuck me then,” she purred, eyes riveted on mine in challenge.
“Jesus, don’t tempt me, gorgeous.” I trailed my tongue up her neck, imbibing the scent of her, desperate to see her crash in waves of pleasure on my hand.
“Since when are you so polite?” she teased.
I narrowed my eyes, my cock aching like it never had before, until I pushed a hand down the waistband of her pants and made contact with the searing flesh of her pussy. She arched and moaned, her fingers clutching the flesh at my shoulders.
“Oh God…harder.”
“You’re a sweet little surprise, aren’t you?” I husked, speeding my fingers until I felt her thighs tensing around my palm.
“Oh my God…” she whispered desperately, her fingernails digging into my biceps. I slid my tongue past her lips, catching her groans before her muscles quaked and she came in a torrent around me. I sucked in deep breaths, trying to control myself as I watched her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip, stifling little moans I was desperate to hear.
“That’s it, Sadie, give it to me.” I eased my fingers out, letting her come down from her release. “I want all your orgasms from here on out.” I fucked her mouth with my tongue, showing her how much I wanted her, how desperate I was to feel her, how she made me lose control like no one else ever had. “Got that?”
Her eyes fluttered open, her mouth curving in a small grin. “I got that, boss.”
My eyes flared, my nostrils sucking in the sweet scent of her cum before I pulled a hand from her pants and thrust it between my lips. “Sweet as fucking candy, Sadie.”
A blush crept up her cheeks before she straightened her hair, sliding up to a sitting position with her knees tucked between us.
“Ready to get to work?”
Her eyes shot open, wider than hubcaps, before she slid off the hood of the car. “I’m ready.”
“Good.” I smacked her on the ass, a cocky grin burning up my lips. “I like you ready for me.”
THREE
Sadie
My heart slammed against my ribcage as memories of his hands caressing my skin danced through my head. Jackson’s touch was fire, a raging inferno that consumed my body and my mind. When he touched me all sense of reason evaporated into thin air and all I wanted was more--more heat, more sensation, more Jackson.
I had so little experience with men, but melting under his possessive fingertips had come shockingly easy. I was a certifiable tomboy. Men weren’t often on my mind beyond the passing glance, a nod or an eye roll, depending on the day, but the way Jackson looked at me…like he wanted to eat me, I craved it. I felt alive when his eyes darted across my body. I felt like a woman, something that was tough to come by somedays when I was covered in oil and dirt.
I leaned over the hood of the car and with a final twist of a bolt, dropped the wrench on the workbench and stretched. All the muscles in my back ached. My shoulders and neck cramped from leaning for the last few hours. I trailed out of the garage, headed for the main office. I was still hoping if it was slow I could get a spare hour to work on my car. I hated relying on friends for transportation.
“All set.” I pushed through the office door, not at all surprised to find Jackson alone, sitting behind his desk. But I was shocked beyond belief to see his throbbing dick in one hand.
“Oh.” Air puffed from my lungs as my eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous, creamy tip of his thick erection.
Jackson’s eyes flicked to mine, held for a minute, before his grin turned up recklessly. “Wanna take a seat?”
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, thinking I would do more than that. I locked the door and crossed the distance between us, dropping to my knees as I reached him and taking his cock into my hand. “I wanna taste you.”
A virile groan released from his chest before his muscles slackened and he leaned back in the chair, eyes flicking across my face as I hovered at the tip, a shiny drop of pre-cum waiting for me.
“Been thinkin’ about sliding my dick past your lips since the first time you smiled at me.”
A small moan escaped my throat, my body flushing with desire, and I slid my lips down his cock. The way his body trembled and his hips jerked with the first touch of my lips sent arousal flooding between my legs. Jackson was one very good reason to wear panties to work. I’d have soaked jeans all day if he kept doing things like that to me.
“You’re so big,” I moaned, appreciating the incredible girth, the way the head stretched nearly to his navel. He had to be nine inches, at least. Nine inches of hot, smooth steel. What would he feel like pushing into me? Could my body even accommodate him?
“You feel so goddamn good, Sadie.” Both of his hands pushed into my hair, his hips rocking in slow motion, matching the rhythm of my mouth on his cock. “So beautiful, so sweet and young. I don’t deserve you.”
His fingers gripped my hair, and he pulled me up from my knees, leaning over to plant an earth-shattering kiss on my lips. “I’ve done my best to ignore your sweet ass bent over in my shop, but you’ve proven yourself unignorable.”
His lips released me, I dropped
back to my knees and my mouth fell back to his cock to swirl the tip, lick at the thick vein that ran up his gorgeous length. I fisted a hand at his base, my other sliding between his thighs to cup his heavy balls, so full of hot cum, all for me.
“Sadie, Jesus, Sadie…” His hips bucked with the first touch of my fingertips on his sac. Salty drips of pre-cum coated my tongue, I swallowed greedily, glancing up at the long, lean line of his neck as he clenched his jaw, looking like he was barely hanging on to his control.
“I’ve been so wet since the first time I saw you. I slide my hand between my thighs at night, thinking about the way your rough hands would feel gliding across my skin.”
“I’m going to cum if you keep talkin’ like that.” His thighs were tense, one hand locked in my hair possessively and settling the ache for him a little deeper.
I cupped his sac in my palm, moving up and down his cock in a starved rhythm before my eyes flicked up and held his, intense and hot, like a wildfire between us. “Cum, Jackson. I want to taste you.”
‘Fuck!” he roared as long, hot jets of semen rushed down my throat. I sucked, milking him until all I could taste was him. I swallowed his unfamiliar, heady, and intoxicating essence, sliding off his dick and crawling into his lap. I straddled his powerful thighs, his wet cock still hard and twitching against my pussy. I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “You taste incredible.”
Ragged breaths pulled at his chest, heaving and steady between me, our heartbeats thumping madly. I ran a hand across his laser-etched jawline. “I like when you’re ready for me.”
His eyes brightened, his lips curving up in a shit-eating grin. “Well, sadie aren’t you the sexiest thing I have ever seen..”
He pulled my head to him, capturing my lips and thrusting his tongue into my mouth without reservation.
There was no need for him to ask permission, I was his. There hadn’t been a single other person I’d thought about but him these last few weeks.
Sure he was a surly, moody, irritating asshole. But he was also gorgeous, kind, generous, thoughtful, helpful, and he wanted me. This man wanted me. At least for right now.
I didn’t know what tomorrow might bring, but right now was pretty damn good.
Jackson released my lips, sliding his hands through my hair, pressing a palm to my cheek. “So fucking beautiful.” He shook his head as if stunned. “I love fucking your mouth, precious, but next time I need to bury myself inside you. I want to claim this sweet cunt with every drop of my cum. You want my cum, Sadie?”
His fingers pressed between us, fingering my pussy through my jeans. “Yes…yes, please.”
I looked up at him from under my eyelashes, and my belly burned and somersaulted like I’d never felt before.
I didn’t know what this feeling was. I couldn’t bear to put a name to it, but riding the high of Jackson Fox sounded like a pretty darn good idea at the moment.
“Go out to dinner with me tonight.” He demanded it more than asked.
“I can’t. I have to fix my car.”
“Already did it.” He lifted me from his lap, tucked his dick back in his jeans, then stood. “It’s as good as new. Changed the oil, too.”
“What? When?” I asked, shock and gratitude raining through me.
“While you were finishing up in the garage. That little Camry has over a hundred thousand miles. Not safe on all these country roads. We should get you something different.” He flicked through the keyrings hanging on the wall behind his desk. “Want a Camaro?”
The keys dangled from his fingers in front of me. “You’re insane.”
“Insane to want to take care of my sexy Sadie? Hardly.” He tossed the keys at me. I caught them, then instantly tossed them back.
“No, thanks. I like my car.”
“Don’t be crazy. It’s on its last leg.”
“I like it.” I shrugged.
He narrowed his eyes, as if he was trying to read a book in another language, trying to decipher something that didn’t quite make sense.
“Hotrods more your style? I’ve got a Maserati on the back lot you’d look hot as fuck in.”
I laughed out loud this time. “No. Thanks for the offer, Jackson, but the Camry is perfect for me. Small, good on gas—”
“Rusted out.”
“Shut up.” I smacked at his shoulder, and he caught my wrist, pulling me against the hard wall of his chest. The air emptied from my lungs in a soft breath. He was so warm, so comforting and possessive, all in the same touch. He was exactly what I needed. I briefly imagined what it would feel like to give myself to him. To let go of the anxiety and the pressure to prove myself, and just be. All nerves and sensations, tongues and lips, the centuries-old way a man took care of a woman.
I yearned for that with every fiber of my being, and Jackson stirred the craving to life.
“So dinner? We can go back to my place, shower…get ready…” His hands crawled up my skin, landing at my shoulders and kneading gently.
“Mm… That feels so good.” My eyes fell closed.
“I don’t stand a chance of keeping my hands off you tonight if you keep makin’ noises like that.” His roughened voice wrapped around me.
“It’s a good thing I like your hands right where they are.” On me. In me. Demanding and all-consuming.
“Maybe we’ll just have to stay in tonight, then,” he murmured against my ear, sending shockwaves of desire racing through me.
“I like that plan better.” I pushed up on my toes, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him again.
His hands went to my thighs, pulling me up around his waist and holding me against him as we kissed.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.”
FOUR
Jackson
“Follow me. Got something I have a feeling you'll like.”
“A feeling, huh?” She glanced up at me, wide, beautiful eyes cracking my soul wide fucking open. What was Sadie doing to me? I felt like a bitch around her, sappy and starry-eyed. This wasn’t me. I was a man in control of myself, strong and steady, even-headed, never to be taken by emotion, but Sadie was something special. The last few weeks she’d eased her way into my everyday life, until I was suddenly looking forward to seeing her in the morning, finding myself working late at night just to catch another glimpse of her.
“Trust me. If I know you at all, you’re gonna want to see this.” I led her through my spacious home, a gutted-out warehouse outfitted with modern clean lines and chrome appeal.
Perfect for a guy like me who spent his life making motors hum to life.
“I’ve seen a lot of sides of you today I never saw coming.”
“And you’re gonna see a lot more.” I shoved open the door to my five-stall garage, one car sitting in the dead center. My pride and joy. The car I’d spent years looking for.
The Blue Devil.
“Oh my God.” Sadie covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wider than dinner plates as she moved closer. One hand outstretched, her fingertips dusted across the sparkling dark blue paint.
“Gonna put racing stripes on it, just hafta tweak the timing belt and she’s ready to ride.”
“Where did you find her?” Sadie paused, glancing at me from the front of the hood. I instantly thought of taking a long ride up into the mountains with Sadie sitting next to me, laying her over the car and burying my face between her thighs until she exploded all over that pretty hood and christened it with her cum.
“Took me three years of searching. Found every other shade of blue before I found this one. Had to replace the entire engine, but I love fixing it up.”
“A ’67 Mustang Fastback…” She shook her head, still in awe. This was a pretty rare car. I was surprised she was familiar with it.
“Dark blue, air vents, louvers…” I hummed, approaching her.
“They don’t make cars this beautiful anymore. My dad had a poster of this car hanging in the garage my entire life. Same color and everything. I to
ld him someday I’d buy him one and we’d fix it up together. We didn’t get to before…” She paused, catching my eyes. “We didn’t get to before he had a heart attack.”
My heart cracked open. I knew her dad had passed away a few years ago—one of the guys had mentioned it early on—but hearing her say the haunted words… This car meant something to both of us.
“It’s fucking beautiful,” Sadie whispered with reverence.
“Purrs like a dream, too. I juiced up the engine. Check it out.” I nodded.
She bent, sliding out the wheel board that was tucked just under the front end. She adjusted herself, lay down until her pretty tits were thrust up, the faint outline of her nipples raising the fabric, then slid under the hood of my car.
Just like she slid under my skin. Whatever. She’d already been there, taken up residence. I couldn’t get her out of my head, and seeing her in my garage at home, the place where I spent most of my time outside of work, felt really fucking good.
So fucking good I wanted to ask her to never leave.
“I’ve never seen a mount like this,” she said, her tone switching to business mode , the slight part of her legs driving me goddamn crazier than I already was. The sweet curve of her hips, the soft nip at her waist, the way her beautiful tits mounded under her thin T-shirt made my cock throb. I adjusted, hissing through my teeth when she stretched, her hips rocking as she reached for something.
I couldn’t take the torture another fucking second.
In a lightning movement, my hands on the button of her pants, I shoved down the zipper. Her gorgeous eyes flared up at me before she was tugging at my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders in a deft movement.
Her skin felt like warm honey beneath mine, soft and pliable, willing to bend to me. I growled when her jeans slid down her thighs, revealing her sweet, pink pussy, already glistening and ready for me. I fell onto my knees, she was so beautiful so ready. I longed to taste her on my tongue. I wanted her juices to coat my face and I wanted to be drunk on her scent. I pushed her pussy lips open and gazed at the pink flesh before me. My cock throbbing with desire, fuck, her pussy was so damn hot, I rushed into the scorching cunt, smelling her fully. So sweet and ready for me.