Her Dirty Mechanic

by Bella Love-Wins

  Her hands on me.

  My mouth on hers.

  Her womanly scent calling out to me.

  With her legs fighting to straddle my waist, I drag her pencil skirt up her thighs, exposing her creamy skin. My hands slide up along her inner thighs, then down along her outer legs. Amber shifts on her backside a few times and scooches her skirt up high, past her hips until the tight bundle of black fabric covers several inches above and below her waistline. The she spreads and opens wide for me.

  Fucking perfection. That’s the overwhelming thought that surfaces as I admire her body. Her desire for me is starting to drive me insane with need. I have to fuck her right here. Right now.

  Resting my large hands to her knees, I part her legs even more and Amber places a hand over mine while the other lifts up to cup my chin. Her mesmerizing hazel eyes stare up at me.

  I’m about to fuck a customer on the job. But I don’t question it. We’re too far gone for that. And what happens next won’t be tender or slow.

  Fuck no.

  Wild, dirty and rough are the only ways this is going down.

  We won’t take off all our clothes either.

  I kiss hard against her jawline, inhaling her sweet perfume mixed in with her feminine scent. She purrs in response, and the sound is just as powerful as revving up her Camaro parked outside before I drove it in for servicing. Our lips meet again for a raw, firm kiss that makes my cock throb. And when her legs tighten around my waist as she grinds her hot pussy against my groin area, I have to pull away and look down between us, past the bundle of her skirt and the bottom flap of her silky shirt that stops at the top of her hips.

  Then I smile.

  She’s not wearing any panties.

  And her pussy’s glistening with need.

  This discovery does not go unappreciated by my cock, which strains against my boxers and overalls. Freeing it is long fucking overdue. With a hand weaved into her hair, I give it a little tug, exposing her collar bone. She holds her breath, waiting, expectant, bracing for me with her fingers now digging into my shoulders as she holds on tight. Gripping her ass, I anchor her mound against my cock, which is dying to be let out to play.

  Amber pants hard, pressing her breasts into my chest.

  “Diesel…” She hums out my name close to my ear and begs me to fuck her.

  I’m not sure how but between the two of us, we manage to unbutton my one-piece uniform—the inconvenient fucker has buttons down the front, not a zipper—and I find a condom in my wallet. I’m hard as granite. She’s primed and ready. And those soft little whimpers that leave her lips and hit the shell of my ear make me crave that snug feeling of being buried inside a woman.

  With my hands at her hips, I leverage my grip on her to tilt her waist back and drag her to me with a sharp jerk along the counter.

  4

  Amber

  I should have done this ages ago.

  Still, it’s better late than never.

  With one sharp push, Diesel enters me, and I hiss out a moan of pleasure. It’s a penetrating stab from his thick, rigid erection as he plants himself deep within me. All I can do is hold on tight, with my legs wrapped around his waist. As he pulls out slightly, I position myself, tilting backward for another direct hit. Hell yes, I want to feel the full force of his carnal attack. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man. This chance encounter has to make up for all that celibacy.

  It’s heat and pleasure. His roughness against my soft curves. And even though he’s wearing a condom—thank God for that—I still feel every move he makes inside of me. I’m sensitive to every shiver, moan, and sigh. And loving every thrust, shove and touch.

  We move. Together. A teeter tottering back and forth rhythm. And when I think I’m close to the edge, I find myself taking that much more pleasure from the way I drive him crazy as I drag my nails down his shoulders. My hips rock and my head tilts backward then forward again, covering his face and shoulders in a blanket of my long, blonde hair. I’m loving the way our breathing races and mingles together. It’s if we’ve done this before and know each other’s pace by memory.

  Diesel deftly flicks open the last few buttons of my blouse. As he pounds into me, he frees one breast. Massaging the flesh at the same pace as each thrust, he ducks his head and takes me into his mouth, bathing my nipple with attention, and then, finally, tugs it with his teeth.

  “God yes,” I cry out in response to the perfect pain-pleasure mixture. So perfect that my core tightens and starts to pulsate around his cock, and bursts of light flash behind my eyelids, calling me to my peak.

  He pumps and grinds and rolls his hips, fucking the orgasm out of me. The want and need are as palpable and sure as the waves that start to surge with each penetrating move he makes. Then he drives harder and faster. Deeper and hotter. To my point of no return.

  I call his name through my climax like I’ve known him forever, my body tensing and exploding and relaxing all at once, and Diesel lets out a throaty guzzle of a groan, gritting his teeth as he joins me with his own release. When he comes, it hits like me hard. He hisses and bites down on the nape of my neck, sucking and kissing as pleasure engulfs our bodies. In my haze, I can almost feel him let go of some of that despair I saw in his eyes. He lets go of everything. The pain. The hurt. The sadness and loneliness.

  For a moment—or twenty—I’m overflowing from the relief of letting Diesel be the first man to fuck me since my husband passed. Intoxicated by everything he is and numb from the unplanned yet clearly necessary hookup, I gaze up at his face again to find a sweet, exhausted grin on his face.

  5

  Diesel

  Amber relaxes into my chest, her head on my shoulder as she comes down from her orgasm. It’s uncanny how natural and relaxed she is in my arms. After some time, she sits up and pushing her wild tresses away from her flushed face.

  She smiles. “Well. That was…memorable.”

  “Yeah. Damn right it was, Amber.” I withdraw slowly from her and step back a bit. Disposing of the condom in the nearby waste basket I lift my coverall back up.

  Even the gritty, brooding beast in me wants to treat her like a lady, so I help her off the counter and lower her until she can stand. She’s so calm, considering what we just did. Amber tugs at her skirt, pulling it down into place over her trim legs. I point her to the customer restroom and head to the staff area to clean myself up.

  When I return from the men’s room, I see Amber with her purse on her shoulder, her clothes back in place, and her hair neatly tied back away from her face. She has a compact mirror in front of her, applying pink lipstick over her luscious lips. Too bad those lips didn’t make their way around my cock. Maybe next time…

  If there’s a next time.

  Not wanting to spoil the moment with talk, I unlock the customer exit and push the door open to let her out to her car. She struts by me and I follow her to her sweet ride, pulling the door open for her as she searches for the key I gave her back. Once she finds it, she slides in behind the wheel and looks up at me. We share a knowing look, and then she pulls her gorgeous legs into the car and closes the door.

  As I stand there wondering if it’ll be too forward to phone her at the number we have on file for her, Amber rolls down the driver’s side window.

  “Thanks for making my Camaro purr,” she says, her face flush and beaming with playfulness.

  I give her a one-sided grin. “Miss, here at Smooth Ride Auto, we aim to please.”

  “You’ve got another satisfied customer, Diesel, if that’s your real name.”

  I hope she’s interested in signing up for the repeat customer package. Well, my dick does. And I’d be up for getting to know her better. That’s a monumental step forward for me, considering the state I was in before she sashayed into Smooth Ride Auto.

  “Maybe I was wrong…about those eyes of yours.” She slips me her phone. “Add your phone number in here, Diesel. I’ll text you, so you have mine too.”

 
With a nod, I put my digits into her contact list under Diesel, but add my first name with it and take the extra step of texting my phone, so she doesn’t have to.

  “It’s Dean,” I tell her as I pass the phone back to her.

  She doesn’t know it yet, but I plan to hear her call me by that name sooner than she thinks.

  6

  Diesel

  Three Months Later

  I pull my truck into the parking lot at the Whiskey Spirit Saloon where Amber tends bar one night a week. Shutting off the engine, I peer inside. Although the place closes in thirty minutes, it’s crowded. Patrons order their last fueling of alcohol or make the final moves to pair up, so they’re not spending Friday night alone and lonely.

  That’s not my worry anymore. Amber’s coming home with me. Just like she does on most Fridays when her boys are out with the sitter.

  I slide out of the truck and head into the bar, giving the regular bouncer a nod. He waves me by as two young women leave, both unsteady on their high heels.

  “You’re a hot one,” one says over the music spilling out into the night air.

  “Nice,” the other slurs, smiling up at me.

  I wink and offer a distracted smile. I’m not interested. Not now that I have a sweet slice of Amber Roberts in my life. She satisfies me whenever we get the chance, with those luscious lips of hers and her tanned, toned legs that undo me every time they wrap around my waist. She keeps her nails long because she likes to. And I love that too—I’m a sucker for that back scratch. And every chance I get, I treat her to dirty talk and going down on her while she speeds along in the Camaro.

  She’s brought light into my once dark world with her… everything.

  Her hair.

  Her eyes.

  Her fuckable body.

  The way she let me fuck her. The way she touches me.

  And it’s not just the physical. Our worlds have begun to weave into each other. I’ve met her boys and her father, and they’ve welcomed me with open arms.

  There’s no two ways about it. Amber jump started my heart and touched my soul. I feel alive all over again with just her smile. Knowing she cares and is beginning to lean on me for support means more than I can ever tell her. To see how great a mom she is, and how gentle and patient she is with her father as he fades away slowly, well, it speaks volumes. Her sassy, confident side is almost as appealing as the vulnerable part of herself that she lets me see sometimes, the little girl dealing with the loss of a father, a man who was a solid rock in her life.

  She’s damn brave through it all. A rock herself. I admire her for all she’s juggling. Running two businesses, raising three children, caring for her dad, and still making room to fit me into her life. I’m grateful to have this chance to give her my love and anything she needs.

  Fuck yes, I love her.

  We just fit together.

  Like nuts and bolts.

  The music is still blaring as I smile and make way through the busy crowd. The neon lights are on above the bar, flashing the last call message and illuminating a sign below it that reads, ‘You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here’. I glance over at the bar where I see her hand over a couple of cold ones to a tall guy in tight jeans. He swaps a handful of cash for the beers and she dazzles him with a showy smile and a thankful wink.

  It doesn’t bother me at all. She’s going home with me.

  I can’t blame the fucker, either. Amber’s hot as hell tonight. Her hair is piled up high on her head with a few loose strands framing her face. Her eyes are bright behind thick eyelashes and that sexy smoky makeup on her eyelids. She’s in a snug red and white plaid, button-down shirt, the swell of her perfect tits teasing out the top where one button is undone. And her low riding knee-length denim skirt shows off her narrow waist, curvy hips and legs that go on for miles.

  My cock stands at attention in my jeans just from looking, already aching to claim her again.

  She must sense me nearby because she meets my eyes through the crowd and smiles at me. Giving her a warm smile, I take a seat at an empty bar chair and wait for her to finish her shift. She knows I’m watching and she loves it. Amber turns to the bar to pour a drink and then signals to one of the waitresses, who brings over the lowball of ice and two fingers of eighteen-year-old scotch.

  “Hey, Diesel,” she says, placing the drink in front of me. “Your usual.”

  “Sure, thanks.”

  I hand her enough cash to cover a decent tip and lift the glass, motioning to Amber. She blows me a kiss and goes back to cleaning up and closing the day’s receipts. I’m one lucky man, finding her. Or letting her find me. As I sip on the gold colored liquid, I understand that I’ll never totally forget how much I lost, but Amber taught me how to live again. How to let her love me. These three months we’ve been dating, fucking, and learning all there is to know about one another have been a healing.

  That’s why tonight, I’m going to tell her the three words she deserves to hear.

  Twenty minutes later, the club is almost empty, glasses and beer mugs are getting put in the steam dishwasher, floors are being cleaned, and all the liquor is locked away. I close out of the Texas Hold’em Poker app I’ve been messing with on my phone and walk over to where she stands now, just outside the bar area.

  Amber wraps her arms around my neck and relaxes into me.

  “Long night?” I ask against her ear, running my hands along her back.

  “Definitely busy.” She lifts up on her tiptoes and presses a firm kiss on the lips. Wet, hot, and promising more. “I can’t wait to go home with you tonight.”

  I pat her on the ass for good measure and grin heartily as we head out hand in hand. She’s got this big, tough greasy monkey in the palm of her hands and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

  The bouncer holds the door open for us as we leave, and I help her up into the passenger side of my truck before going around to the driver side.

  “What do you think about that upgrade on the Camaro I was researching?” she asks when we’re halfway to my place.

  “Which one is that? You know I can handle it for you.”

  “I know,” she says. “But, I want to help. Maybe even get dad to help on his good days, you know?”

  I nod. “Of course, sexy. You know I’ll help wherever you want me to.”

  “Thanks, babe. I was thinking about adding those aluminum shocks with the clear anodized finish. You know the ones, right? Those five-eighths of an inch center-grounded hard-chrome piston rods with the precision-machined pistons.”

  I reach over and pull her across the seat and into my arms. “Damn girl, I love it when you talk shop like that. Makes me hard as fuck.”

  She tosses her head back laughing and runs a flirtatious hand down my chest and abs. “It’s right on time,” she teases, sliding her hand lower as we get to a stop light.

  Pushing her hand the rest of the way to my cock, I lean down, my lips so close to hers that I can feel the warmth of her breath. “You want some of this? You know that can be arranged while I take some of this,” I groan, quickly slipping my thick fingers between her bare legs and up as far as they’ll go under her skirt.

  “God…” She lets out a long, heated moan, parting her legs for me.

  “I’ve been craving you all week long,” I admit.

  “Me too, babe.”

  She applies a bit more pressure around my dick and I can’t wait to drive off as soon as the red light switches to green. I need to get her to my place and in my bed. Naked, so I can worship every square inch of her.

  Then she whispers, “Right here, Dean. Right now. Please, babe.”

  God, I love hearing my name roll from her sexy lips. My actual name and not the nickname everyone calls me. I’m sure there’s a shit-eating grin on my face at her plea. Checking my rearview mirror, I confirm there’s no one behind me, pull over to the curb and shove the gear into park. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I cradle her neck and lower her backward until she
’s lying flat on the seat. One leg is propped on top of the seat back, the other’s already gripping my waist.

  With a rough yank, I push her skirt past her hips and run my hands along the sides of her smooth thighs and long legs, then back up, wedging between us to touch her swollen bud through silky panties drenched in her sweet, feminine scent.

  Amber’s body bucks up off the seat from my touch. “You make me so wet.”

  “And now I’ll make you scream.”

  I gaze down at her face, hair fanned out around her head and shoulders, framed in the street light that streams in through the windows. Then I hear my voice rasp out, “I love you, Amber Roberts.”

  “I love you too, Dean. So much.”

  This isn’t how I pictured telling Amber how important she is to me, but I hope to God she sees the moment as a special one for us. If not, I guess I’ll tell her again later tonight. And again. As many times as the opportunity presents itself.

  Hooking my fingers into the tiny string of her thong panties, I move it to the side and lower my head between her thighs. I inhale the sweet and musky aroma that’s uniquely her. She’s so fucking ready for me, my hands, my mouth, my tongue, my onslaught of attention. With a handful of her perfectly shaped ass in each hand. I run my tongue along her clean-shaven pussy lips.

  Amber moans, gripping fistfuls of my hair as I taste her sweetness. Her hips lift up tight to my mouth and her legs parts more fully. She’s sexy as hell and driving me crazy with each second that passes. Her scent washes over me as my tongue circles in and out of her. I admire her responsiveness to my touch, and stare up from her folds to take in the look of abandon in her half-lidded eyes.

  “God, Dean.”

  I bury myself into her pussy once more and squeeze her ass, devouring her, kissing, teasing, licking and laving. As she writhes beneath me, I feast hungrily on every drop of her arousal, and ignore my rock hard erection that’s jammed against my jeans. It takes some effort not to reach down, unleash it from its prison and bury it deep within her tight walls.