Motorhead

by Kate Gilead

  “Thank you, Vivian. I appreciate that. It’s not that I particularly want to compete with Sinclair’s, but, business is business.”

  “I wouldn’t bet against you,” she says kindly, smiling and patting my hand.

  Marie comes down the stairs, freshly showered and dressed. “I hope you guys had fun talking about me! My ears were burning the whole time I was up there!”

  “Oh yes, dear, we talked of nothing but,” Vivian says, winking at me.

  Marie kisses her mother and then grabs my hand, saying, “Let’s go!” pulling me towards the door.

  “Okay, okay, I’m coming!” I say, laughing. “Nice meeting you,” I call over my shoulder to Vivian.

  “You too, dear! Have fun, kids!”

  Later, over dinner, I tell Marie what her mother and I talked about.

  “Yeah. Mom’s theory is that broken engagement is one of the reasons my father has trust issues .”

  “Huh. Maybe so. Anyway, I told her about my plan to steal some business from Sinclair’s.” I can’t help but smile. “She wished me luck.”

  She’s watching me with those big brown eyes of hers. They’re warm and inviting, with a smile lurking behind them, just waiting to burst forth like the sun over the horizon.

  “She probably thinks you’ll need it,” Marie says, tartly, surprising a chuckle out of me.

  With that unconscious sensuality of hers, she feeds herself her last bite of the diner’s homemade curry and then places her spoon into the bowl.

  She dips a corner of her napkin in her glass of water, and fussily wipes her mouth with it, her gaze fixed on my face. Then she takes a tube of lipgloss from her purse and deftly re-applies it to those full, rosebud lips of hers.

  Fuck!

  I can’t wait to see that mouth wrapped around my cock.

  The thought makes it throb in agreement. I have to keep shifting in my seat as, over coffee, Marie tells me about how her mother helped Carson get the business going in the early days, using her secretarial skills and a feminine wile or two.

  Listening, I marvel over how Marie’s already becoming a big part of my life, much sooner than I imagined possible. She’s in my thoughts all day, every day. And even, in my dreams.

  In fact, I think of little else since we met. Hard to believe it was only a couple weeks ago.

  And I can’t help but picture Marie being part of my business too…my success.

  Our success.

  Everything is different now. I can’t deny this attraction and how important this girl has become to me.

  I’m not gonna let her family intimidate me, but naturally, the way things go with them is starting to matter a lot to me.

  A whole lot.

  It’s funny how suddenly life can change. How the appearance of one other human being can make your heart seem so full, and your decisions, so important.

  Mid-sentence, Marie yawns hugely, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes, her beautiful eyes are half-closing with fatigue at the moment.

  Sexy, bedroom eyes.

  “Tired, sweetie? Want me to take you home now?”

  She blinks at me sleepily. “Yes. But not to my place.”

  “No?”

  “No. I want to go home with you.”

  She tilts her head and gives me that smile.

  Fuck! I love that smile…and so does my cock. I grin back, and feel it pulsing again. She wrinkles her nose, making herself look so goddamn adorable!

  Jesus. She’s totally under my skin.

  What resolve I had to hold off is steadily dwindling. That blind need for her is rising in me, rising and rising.

  In my mind, her delicate fingers gracefully draw a long-handled spoon around the rim of an ice cream sundae. She feeds herself the spoonful, eyes closing in ecstasy.

  My dick wants to get hard and I have to think about doing my taxes to make it stop.

  Okay, that’s it. What the fuck am I waiting for again? I can’t remember.

  I signal the server, pay up and take my sexy vixen home.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Marie

  The ride to Mark’s place is silent and companionable.

  And the air between us is vibrant with desire. He drives with one hand and uses the other to clasp one of mine, only letting go when it’s absolutely necessary.

  His thumb restlessly strokes my skin, sending tendrils of sensation along my flesh with every soft stroke, focusing my attention on that one, singular sensation…until my whole body feels electrified with anticipation.

  At his place, he lets us into the deserted auto shop, then he takes the stairs two-at-a-time up to his mezzanine apartment, with me following closely behind.

  In the living area at the top of the stairs, he throws his keys onto a table and turns to me, smiling.

  “Do you want…” he starts. But when he sees my expression, he stops.

  There’s only one thing I want.

  I step into his arms and look up into his face.

  My eyes travel from his eyes to his lips, then back again.

  I don’t say a word.

  Mouth curving up slightly at the corners, his arms tighten around me, pulling me towards him. His big hands trail from my waist to my ass, and his palms curl around my cheeks, squeezing them gently.

  “Ah, sweetie,” he whispers. “Mmmm, yeah,” and his words are just a sigh, just a sweet whisper that mean nothing… and everything.

  His eyes are shining blue orbs looking into mine, our faces close and nuzzling.

  And then he touches my lips with his.

  Fire.

  Fire sweeps through my body instantly, making my lips part and my tongue slip into his mouth, inviting his to play.

  My belly clenches, making my cleft throb.

  Our kiss quickly becomes fierce, urgent. No more pretense, no more correctness, no more tip-toeing around for the sake of appearances.

  We both know what we want.

  Tongues touching, one of his hands slips under my shirt and finds my breast. A soft groan escapes me when he takes my nipple between his fingers, hardening it, his touch sending ripples of sensation through my belly and below.

  His other hand squeezes my ass reflexively, before lifting my shirt and pulling it off over my head.

  My bra follows.

  “Ah, God. So beautiful,” he whispers, bending to take one of my nipples between his lips. Jesus, Jesus! My pussy throbs and clenches as he flicks the hard tip of my breast with his tongue, then turns to give the other nipple the same treatment. Holding his head between my hands, I can’t suppress a moan and a shiver.

  “Mmmm,” he mumbles into my breast, taking as much of it into his mouth as he can. His hands are everywhere…on my waist, then on the curve of my rib cage under my breasts, then they follow the slope of my ass down into the valley between my legs.

  Ah, God…his hand cups my mound and caresses it tenderly, the heat from his palm warming and loosening my secret depths.

  My own hands are busy too, running themselves over his carved physique, up his v-shaped sides and around his wide, strong back, then digging my nails in lightly as he nibbles his way along my jaw.

  He takes a moment to pull his shirt over his head and––ahhh––the low light from a table lamp gleams mellowly against the arcs and curves of his shoulders…his pecs..his biceps….oh my gosh!

  He’s beautiful, a truly beautiful man.

  I’m speechless now, my head empty except for sheer animal lust.

  Both breathing hard now, his mouth crushing mine, I grasp at his bulging jeans and feel that tantalizing length and hardness that I had in my hand once before.

  I can’t get much of a grip through the straining fabric of his jeans. But he steps back and pulls at the waistband of my soft yoga pants, and with one smooth motion, he pulls them down, leaving me naked except for my lacy panties.

  Bending, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me the few s
teps to his big bed under the arched roof.

  Laying on the bed, I look up at him as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, his boxers going with them.

  His erection is magnificent, enormous, the deep pink tip rising from the thick, meaty length.

  It bobs, once and then twice, as if in greeting. He kneels on the bed with me and it releases a silver string of precum.

  My pussy throbs in sympathy.

  Growling, he kneels forward and yanks my panties off. “Oh, yeah…beautiful…you’re so beautiful, Wee Marie,” he murmurs. “Lemme see that pussy,” he whispers, parting my legs, his eyes riveted to my naked center.

  Holding my thighs open, he strokes a finger between my clean-shaven folds, spreading the wetness he finds there.

  Then he dips his head between my legs and takes an exploratory lick, making my thighs jump.

  “Mmmm, yeah,” he murmurs, “I knew you’d be delicious!”

  And he lowers his head and plunges his tongue inside me.

  Ahhh God! My legs tense as if a thousand volts passed through them. His tongue circles my opening, licking and seeking my cream unabashedly. “Mmmm,” he growls, snacking and smacking.

  He sits up, then re-settles himself so that he’s kneeling on the bed. “C’mere,” he says. “You’re small enough to try something.” He positions his pillows under my head and shoulders, and then, grabbing me around the waist, he pulls me to him so that my bottom is right under his face, with the rest of me nearly upside down. I fit perfectly there, cradled by his legs and his strong arms.

  I put my knees over his shoulders. “Play with your nipples,” he says, and I do, closing my eyes as he slides a wet finger into me, turning it this way and that, making my tunnel surge and twitch as he expertly delivers pleasure.

  Swiping his tongue over my nub, he whispers, “Oh yeah baby, what a nice hard clit you’ve got there.” Lick, swipe, suck, nuzzle. Oh God! “You gonna come for me again, hey sweetie? Oh yeah, I’m gonna make you come again, and this time I’m gonna lick up every juicy drop.”

  I moan senselessly while my hips writhe and pump, his words and his artful digit making me wild.

  He removes his finger. I open my eyes and watch as his head dips down and he gets to work.

  Wrapping his arms around my waist, he holds me tightly and begins flicking the tip of his tongue around the sides of my sensitive bud. Every few seconds, he pauses to circle my clit with his lips and suck on it, gently and then harder, backing off and then sucking hard, flicking and circling and edging me closer and closer to orgasm.

  My hands grasp at him where ever they can reach, my hips circle and jump, my moans filling the space enclosing his bed.

  His cock, hard as steel, bumps up against my back, dotting my skin with warm precum that cools as it dries in the air.

  A few minutes later, his chin and my own ass are covered with my juices.

  Now he lays me down on my back, slides a pillow under my ass and hunkers down in front of me. “Ahhh, God,” I moan, “don’t stop, don’t stop!” My hands grab at his head and hair mindlessly.

  Sliding that finger into me again, he turns it and begins stroking me on the inside, making my tunnel quiver and squeeze his finger…and then he fastens his mouth around my bud once more.

  Flicking, sucking, then swiping my clit with a flattened tongue, it’s only a moment before he amps the sensation up to the breaking point.

  My pussy squeezes in the first contraction, and he responds by holding my throbbing bud delicately between his lips…God he knows exactly what to do! And then, with one more stroke of his finger and one delicate stroke of his tongue, he sends me roaring over the edge, contraction after contraction of wild, bright pleasure lancing through my quivering body.

  My moans turn into high-pitched, whispery screams.

  “Ahhh….ahhhh! Oh God, yeah…oh yeah,” I pant, my thighs jumping and toes curling as my orgasm surges and slowly subsides.

  I’m instantly ready for more.

  “Mark…please… fuck me now…please, please, just fuck me now….”

  He’s already opening the drawer of his nightstand and extracting a condom. Deftly he tears the package open and rolls the rubber down over his cock.

  Then, in one swift motion, he’s kneeling between my legs and positioning the head of that fat cock between my sodden, pulsating lips.

  One push, two…and then he scythes himself into me…ahhh, Jesus!

  He stills, trembling, breathing hard…eyes closed and head turned away.

  His cock is huge, filling every part of me. Even soaked as I am, it hurts a bit.

  I squirm and writhe, then hold my breath and wait.

  “Fuck,” he says, and it comes out as a long sigh as he lets his breath out and slowly starts moving. His brilliant eyes open and look down at me. “What a nice pussy you have,” he murmurs, almost to himself, then he kisses and nuzzles me as he moves slowly within me. My flesh grips him, tightening involuntarily against the slight pain of his movement.

  He stops, taking a hissing breath, then his eyes close again and his head tilts back as he lets himself settle into my hot, soaked depths.

  A centimeter at a time now, he moves back and forth, before backing off just a little. The pain dissolves into a pure, molten pleasure, making my pussy squeeze him, hard.

  “Ahh, I can’t…you’re so tight…I can’t hold back…fuck!”

  “Just fuck me,” I say, my voice half-pleading, half-commanding.

  I start moving, grinding him, pumping my hips against him. “Just fuck me as hard as you can!”

  His lip curls up and with a grunt, he obliges, settling his elbows on either side of me, trapping me in his delicious embrace.

  He pulls his hips back and then slams into me, pushing the breath from my lungs. I grab hold of his upper arms for dear life as he pounds me, making my juices squelch as my hips circle involuntarily, greedily seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he’s delivering.

  My breath comes out of me in puffs, punctuating every movement of his body.

  He fucks me harder and harder, flesh slapping flesh, his own breath pistoning in and out of his lungs along with his thrusting. He’s in near-silent concentration while his thick, hard cock pleasures me, eliciting a sobbing moan from my throat.

  Giving a final hard push, he holds his breath, grinds himself deeply inside of me… and stills.

  “Uuuhhnnnn!” he cries out, and then again, and again, as he hardens within me; every jump and twitch of his cock evident in my tender flesh as the pleasure contractions sweep through him.

  His handsome face scrunching endearingly, his lips pulled back from his teeth, I pump my hips as hard as I can, drawing out his pleasure, watching his O-face with wonder and delight.

  A soft snore wakes me up. I open my eyes, unsure for a moment where I am.

  Then I remember. I look over and there’s Mark’s sleeping face, smooshed into his pillow, a few inches from mine.

  I smile and rub the sleep from my eyes.

  We’re entwined in his sheets, our legs tangled together, one of his hands tucked under my ribs.

  My slight movement wakes him up. His blue eyes open and stare through me for a second before focusing on my face.

  “Mmmm,” he says, his lips curling in a soft smile. “Morning.”

  “Morning,” I reply, putting my hand in front of my mouth in case I have the dreaded Morning Breath.

  “Time is it?” he says, then tries to stretch his arms and legs. “Ouch…my hand’s gone to sleep. Did you gain weight overnight or something?” I move to roll off of his hand, but he pulls me closer instead, wrapping both his arms around my head and tucking his chin over top of it. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  He kisses my head, cuddling me into his big, warm body.

  Twining my leg with his makes me wince, my movement telling me that you can’t fuck three times in one night without becoming a little sore in the dow
nstairs “area”.

  But it’s a feeling I really don’t mind having.

  I smile, remembering.

  “Last night was awesome,” he whispers. “I can’t remember the last time I came so often. Or so hard.”

  “Me neither,” I say. “I’m raw.”

  “Me too,” he chuckles.

  “You sure know what you’re doing down there in the, er…Lady Bits Department.”

  “Lady Bits Department!” He laughs and kisses my head again. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”

  We lay quietly together, enjoying the sleepy warmth.

  “I’m so glad you enjoyed our impromptu date, Miss Sinclair. There’s plenty more where that came from. I can’t wait to….”

  Suddenly, we hear the sharp metallic sound of a key in the lower shop door, followed by the creak of the door opening. Four sharp beeps follow, which I recognize as the sound of the alarm code being keyed in.

  Mark and I look at each other quizzically.

  “You expecting someone?” I say.

  “I…not today. Not this soon. But it must be either Rob or Abraham.” He gets up and starts pulling his pants on. “No one else has a key.”

  Not this soon? What’s that mean?

  Now, voices drift up from below, followed by the sound of the big garage door trundling up.

  “Sounds like whoever it is brought company,” I check my phone. “Geez! It’s only quarter to seven.”

  “Hang tight. I’ll be right back,” he says, heading towards the stairs.

  But a familiar female voice rings out. “Hey! Anyone home?”

  Mark looks down at me and shrugs. “Um. You might want to get dressed too, sweetie.”

  The voice continues: “Hello? Mark? Markus! Rise and shine!” A giggle follows, then the voice comes closer to the stairway. “Hey! We had to get up at stupid o’clock on a Sunday for this, so you better be up too!” Pause, then: “I hope you’ve got coffee on, Markus! It’s the least you can do at this ungodly hour!”

  Yup. It’s Brenda.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Marie

  Mark and I hastily pull our clothes on.

  I come down the stairs behind Mark.

  When she sees me, Brenda lets out a shout of laughter.

  “Hah! Look at you with your bad self! Doing the walk of shame, huh?”