Mechanic: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 23)

by Flora Ferrari

  My body is bent in half, and it raises my bottom a little off the cushion. I never knew I was so flexible and I’m glad to suddenly find out, not to mention it opens up our evening for a whole host of positions.

  “I’m ready,” I say.

  “You’re not ready until I say you’re ready,” he says, holding his cock in one hand as he teases my lips, rubbing it up and down through my folds.

  “Please fuck me.”

  “I’ll fuck you when you’re dripping wet, and you can’t take it anymore. When you’re reaching for me, trying to pull me inside you. When you want me so bad you hate me because I won’t give it to you. And just when you’re about ready to scream because you’re so angry then I’ll give it to you. Then you’ll ride the rollercoaster of emotions that will cement this time in your mind like no other.”

  “This is like no other,” I say, realizing this might not happen as soon as I though, which angers me. Damn, he was right. He told me what he was going to do to me, how I was going to feel and he was right. I don’t know if I should admire him and be amazed at how well he understands me or so angry I should push him off me.

  But there’s no way that’s happening, because everything he’s doing feels oh so perfect. Too good.

  I breathe out hard and it’s met with a deep, musky moan from within him. He sounds like a wolf in the night of the desert, and I know the analogy isn’t that far off.

  But I’m ready to hear him howl. Howl as he calls for me, and even better when he unleashes inside me. I want him, and I want what I know he’s got for me.

  I grab for his hips and try to drive his cock inside me. I don’t have the leverage as I’m still bent in half…and enjoying every second of it.

  “You’re not angry enough. Not hot enough.”

  “I’m angry,” I say. “Angry that this is so perfect and so imperfect at the same time,” I whisper into his ear as he kisses my collarbone. “Because I want you to fuck me hard and you won’t give it to me.”

  “But I’m giving you something else. The anticipation. The realization of the need.”

  “I realize what I want already. I want you.”

  “You want me, but do you need me?”

  “I need you.”

  “I don’t believe you…yet.”

  I flop like a fish trying to lift my pussy just high enough so his cock goes inside me. I reach around behind him as best I can and try and pull his body down to mine. I’m angry, frustrated, and turned on like no other when I reach up and bite his shoulder. I see my teeth marks and I’m shocked. Shocked not just at what I did, but that he was able to bring out the animal in me. An animal that won’t be stopped, as I reach up behind his head and pull his lips to mine, pressing his mouth into mine as my fingertips press against his scalp.

  I’m kissing him wildly, his lips, his face, and back to his lips as our faces fuck. And then I feel it…

  His cock slides in me slowly filling the void as my mouth releases from his. “Ahhh,” I moan and my hands fall from the back of his head to the sides of the lounger.

  He leans back, spreading my legs open wider before setting my feet down softly on the chair.

  He’s got me wide open, as he moves in and out of me ever so slowly allowing me to feel his cock glide against each of the millions of nerve endings which line my pussy.

  “Uhhhh,” I say as my arms twitch and I reach for the arms of the lounger. I need something to grab ahold of. The ride is only going to get bumpier.

  He picks up his pace moving in and out of me in a rhythm I don’t even try and match. I’m his. He’s too big, too powerful, and too focused to be interrupted, or for me to even try to meet his cadence.

  He leans forward and I feel his hands grab the sides of the chair right next to my head. He’s dominating me in every way as he changes his angle coming straight down into me.

  “Oh yeah,” I whimper, causing him to drill me harder.

  “I want to feel you cum,” I say.

  His moan fills my ears as he thrusts wildly causing the legs of the chair to bounce off the tiles.

  The chair is bouncing up and down and sliding along the tiles as his dick slides in and out of me. And does it ever slide as my pussy is beyond lubricated for his rod. I’m gushing like a waterfall as I feel my orgasm start as my pussy grips for his dick.

  He feels it too as he thrusts three times more and then stops.

  “Uhhh!” he yells and I feel his warm load fill me completely, which sends my orgasm to another stratosphere, as everything inside me exits through my pussy. I feel weightless, like I’m bouncing around on the moon.

  And the moon is the first thing I see when my eyes open again, just in time to hear his yell echo through the valley and then watch as he falls on top of me.

  I took everything he had to give, and he gave me everything I could have ever wanted…and more.

  CHAPTER 12

  Mack

  “There it is!” I say pointing at the sign up in the distance.

  “Woo-hoo!”

  I pull the car over just before we reach the sign. We jump out and Dawna snaps a quick picture of the two of us.

  Welcome to California.

  The words are in golden cursive letters and there are three golden flowers right next to the welcome you receive. What a cool place. Even their welcome sign is done well. And now I can count myself as one of the lucky people who have been fortunate enough to make it to the golden state.

  “May I be the first to welcome you to California?” I ask.

  “We still haven’t crossed over.”

  “Which is exactly why…” I say, extending my arm, which she takes. We take a few big steps together stopping just on the Arizona side of the line.

  “On three.”

  “I’m ready.”

  “One…two…threeeee” she says and we jump across the imaginary line where the sign enters the ground.

  We kiss under the early afternoon sun and then race back to the car like two kids.

  “First!” we yell at the same time touching the doors on each of our sides.

  We laugh as we get back in the car and we’re on our way.

  *****

  Not forty-five minutes later we see the sign for Joshua Tree National Park.

  “Oh, the Joshua tree,” she says.

  “The U2 album or the actual thing?”

  “Let’s listen to it while we’re driving through.”

  I sort through my song list and sure enough, there is U2.

  “Driving through, or passing by.”

  “What’s the difference?”

  “Driving through we just…drive through. Passing by we can either pass by or…pass by.”

  “You said the same thing.”

  “But you know how it works down south. When somebody passes by they always stop for a visit.”

  “I’d like to visit one day.”

  “How about today?”

  “Do we have time?”

  “We did leave early enough this morning in case something came up along the way.” I grab the wheel hard with both hands and feel how the steering and alignment of the car are perfect. “Those mechanics did a great job getting us back on the road quickly.”

  “But they definitely aren’t the best mechanic we know,” she says, winking at me.

  I wink back. “It takes less than seven hours to get from Tucson to Hollywood and we left room for twelve.”

  “So we’re looking good.”

  “We’re looking real good, plus I can imagine just how good you’ll be looking when you’re naked surrounded by those trees. Like a work of art.”

  “Me? Please.”

  “I’d pay top dollar to see that museum exhibition.”

  “What museum would show naked photos of me?”

  “Not photos…art. And I’d be glad to add on a wing to my house to get that museum up and running.”

  “A shrine you mean?”

  “Hey, it’s art!” I smile mischievously. “Cal
l it what you will, but it’s art. Believe me, if you saw the way your body looked last night in the moonlight you’d see things the same way as I do.”

  “And how much would we charge visitors?”

  “No visitors.”

  “No visitors? Then it’s not a museum.”

  “Okay, two then. Just me and you.”

  “Why only us?”

  “Because I’m not about to let anyone else see that beautiful body. That’s mine and all mine now.”

  I realize I may have pushed it a little too far, but it’s too late to take it back, not that I want to.

  I want this girl and I want her to know it. We may still be getting to know each other, but I already know that’s just going to make me want her that much more…if that’s even possible considering how bad I want her now.

  She’s absolutely perfect for me, and it’s not just because I’ve had my face buried under the hood of cars for the last few years. She would have been perfect if I were twenty years younger or twenty years older. And she’s certainly perfect right now. It’s a coincidence that she came into my life when she did, but the timing is irrelevant…she would have come at some point. I can feel it. We were meant for each other. As crazy as it sounds, I know it’s true.

  We drive for another half a mile or so in complete silence. I’m not going to apologize for what I feel, and I know she’s not expecting me to. And from the part of her reflection that I can make out from her window, which she’s now looking out of, I can see that she’s both smiling and contemplating.

  “Yeah, let’s stop for a minute,” she says.

  I see a big group of Joshua trees off the side of the road up in the distance and also a place where we can safely pull over.

  I check the rearview and see no one behind us. In front of us the road is also empty.

  I pull the car over and park it in a concealed spot not far from the highway. It provides us an easy exit when we come back, and keeps the car hidden just in case anyone drives by, not that it matters. It’s a solid five minute walk into the area where the Joshua trees are, and when I take her hand she knows that’s exactly where we’re headed.

  CHAPTER 13

  Mack

  The summer sun is beating down, but luckily we find a large formation of rocks that provide the perfect cover. We’ve even managed to find a breeze, and we’re almost entirely surrounded by Joshua trees, getting the full effect of the Mojave Desert’s beauty.

  The smell of the desert is amazing, but even through the dry air, that has a very distinct smell of its own, there’s one smell that rises above all the rest.

  Her’s.

  She’s standing a half a step in front of me when I lean in and take in her scent, my nose lightly grazing the side of her neck. She leans toward me and the feel of her skin on my cheek has me ready to take her right here and right now. I kiss her gently on the side of the neck and as she turns her face towards mine I reach in and lift her straight up off the ground in one motion.

  I take a step forward, pressing her back against the rocks.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, figuring it’s not too comfortable for her.

  “I want it rough,” she says.

  “Then that’s exactly how you’re going to get it.”

  She leans forward to kiss me as my hand grabs the back of her top at her waist and I pull it straight up and over her head, my knuckles grazing the rocks. I don’t feel the pain, only the desire I have for her.

  She unhooks her bra and her breasts come bouncing out right in my face. I take one in my mouth and begin sucking her nipple, feeling it harden instantly. There’s a popping sound as I release her breast from my mouth, before quickly grabbing both of them with my hands. Her legs are wrapped around me and her ass is against the rocks, the position working like a chair which leaves my hands free to wander.

  Her midsection is balanced perfectly between the pressure of my hips, and the rocks behind her, but if she wants rough, then that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

  I squeeze her ass hard, stepping away from the rock. I release my grasp and her feet find the ground.

  I grab her hips and spin her around to face the rocks. I hear her hands slap against the rock, as she lets out a whimper. She arches her back and presses her ass back into me hard, finding my cock before moving her hips as that incredibly juicy booty of hers grinds into my erection.

  I unbuckle my belt rip my zipper down, opening my fly. I feel her hand reach back for my cock, grabbing a handful through my underwear.

  I raise my hand, belt in tow, and crack my belt against her pants.

  “Ahhh,” comes from her lips, and I feel her grip on my dick harden. Damn, this is escalating fast.

  I grab my boxer briefs and pull. Her hand feels the movement and she releases my dick, allowing me to slide my clothes down to my ankles.

  I grab her pants and panties together with white knuckles and yank them down, exposing her ass almost as quickly as my belt finds it for the second time.

  I look down at that round apple and see the sweat dripping down her lower back knowing that she’s only going to get hotter.

  She rotates her head back toward me as far as she can, and I pull my hand up giving her two fingers, which she accepts in her mouth, sucking their length.

  I spit on my other hand and then send it down in-between her legs, rubbing her folds. Lubricating her was worthless…she’s already dripping with more of her own juices than my mouth could have ever matched.

  I line my cock up to her pussy and slide it in slowly, feeling her open for me.

  I feel her teeth drag across my fingers as she slides her head down in unison with my cock which is still sliding inside her.

  She pulls both hands off the rock and grabs my hand by the wrist, sucking my fingers wildly sending me into a fucking frenzy as I bend my knees and thrust harder and deeper inside her.

  After an absolutely full and complete night of sex, she’s loosened up for me and accepts my entire length.

  “Uhhh,” comes from her mouth through gritted teeth. She’s breathing out hard through her nose and I can feel her mouth filling with saliva. This is beyond feral, and I’m beyond the point where I can trick myself into extending the time before I erupt.

  I reach one hand around her middle pulling her back into me with each thrust. She’s still mouth fucking my fingers just as aggressively as my cock is fucking her dripping wet pussy.

  Her eyes come up and back to meet mine. Seeing what I’ve done to her, how I’ve reduced her to a feral animal out here in the scorching heat, reduces me to the same. My hips buck and I absolutely explode inside her.

  “Oh fuck!” she says, pulling my fingers from her mouth as her body convulses.

  She braces herself with one hand against the rocks as she climaxes with me.

  “Unreal,” I say a half minute later, my heart absolutely pounding.

  “That’s what I call a pit stop,” she says.

  I laugh and reach down and slowly pull my cock out of her. It’s super sensitive from the friction caused from my size and her tightness.

  “Is that a rattlesnake?” she says.

  “Well I’d go with a cobra or an anaconda, but if you want to call it a rattlesnake then I’m okay with that.”

  “Not your cock. That!” she says pointing at a snake lying in the sun five yards from us.

  “No quick movements and we’ll be okay,” I say, grabbing her top and bra. “We’ll get dressed over there,” I say.

  We slowly walk back toward the car keeping an eye on the rattler.

  “A rattlesnake just watched us have sex,” she says. “What kind of adventure is this turning into?”

  “For us or him?”

  She laughs.

  “You know I have to sign a release if you want to use this in your comedy routine tonight,” I joke.

  “Comedy routine? There was nothing funny about that.”

  “Are you afraid of snakes?”

  “I’m not
even thinking about that reptile. I’m thinking of how you took me from zero to sixty so fast, and I’m not sure how that makes me feel.”

  “Should I slow down a little?”

  “No, and that’s exactly the problem. This is all moving so fast…and I like it.”