Mechanic with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  “Go away!” She snaps.

  But I don’t.

  Maybe Haley needs to be left alone. Maybe I am an asshole for proposing to her as a stunt.

  I can feel her heart palpitating as I wrap my hands around her stomach. Feel her hips. Work them up to her shoulders. But I can’t let go.

  “Did you see your ex’s reaction?”

  “My ex’s reaction? To what?”

  “Jack. When I proposed to you. The guy was pissed, Haley. Now, I’m not a betting man, but if I had to guess, I’d say he wants you back.”

  She spins around and looks up at me with glossy, puppy dog eyes. “You think?”

  I let my hands slip down her back and grip her ass. “I know when a man who wants his girl back. And he’s got the look.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I grunt, slipping my hands further down to the hem of her dress. “I just have really good bro-dar.” I pull it up over her ass cheeks, then caress the flesh of her round butt down to her thighs, and back. I love the way they feel.

  “Liam. We’re taking this too far.” She mewls as she presses her hips into me, gyrating them in slight circles.

  “You better get your story straight, Dagny.” I smirk.

  “You have no right to call me Dagny!” She snaps back.

  “Oh? Are you saying you didn’t like what I did under the table back at dinner?”

  She stays silent for a beat before speaking. “Maybe a little.” She says, and a slight smile starts to creep across her face.

  “I know what you want, Dagny,” I smirk. “and I aim to give it to you.”

  I kiss her on the lips, and we linger for a moment, our eyes closed. I love the cherry taste of her bright red lips. Is that her chapstick? Lipstick? I don’t know. But she tastes fucking amazing.

  But it’s more than just her taste. Something happens when we kiss this time, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. My heart beats like mad as she drags a finger through my hair.

  “Haley.” I growl when I release her.

  “What?” She mewls, her eyes wide open. Vulnerable with need and desire.

  “You feel that?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” she swallows. “I think I do.”

  “Fuck, I want you right now.” I say in a low voice, and then I’m slamming her body up against the nearest wall I can find. We grind our bodies against each other like teenagers at a high school dance.

  For the next minute. Ten minutes. Hour—fuck, she distorts my sense of time—we make out against the wall. Clothes on. Well, half on.

  She runs a hand over my stomach, touching every one of my abdominal muscles. The corners of her lips quirk upward in a slight grin as she touches every possible part of my body on top of my suit with the exception of my cock and balls.

  Which, by the way, are fucking aching. I want her to just dive on them in the worst way. But I also don’t want this moment to end.

  She’s looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, and her expression is a combination of desire, sadness, relief, and horniness, all rolled into one. I rub my hand over every part of her body I can find. Her tits. Her back. Her shoulders, her neck.

  Finally, I take off her dress and take in the beauty that is Haley. She is a national treasure, with her creamy skin, freckles, delicate pink nipples and that adorable, vulnerable smile. I have no doubt whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is highly regrets leaving Haley high and dry..

  Heh. I smile as I reach between Haley’s legs. Speaking of high and dry, she is the exact opposite of that right now.

  “Haley,” I grunt. “Get on the bed. Face down.”

  She flashes a quick look at me before jumping onto the bed as fast as she can.

  “Please Liam,” she begs on all fours. “Fuck me already. I’m ready for you.”

  I love her eagerness. She wants me to fill her full of that rural dick, and I’m not even finished taking off my suit and tie.

  I disrobe slowly, finishing taking down the buttons that Haley hasn’t yet undone. What I’ve got in store for us is going to take a bit of time. I take one button off at a time, keeping eye contact with Haley the entire time. She looks so damn ready. So hot. So wet.

  “Haley,” I say. “You’re quite impatient, aren’t you?”

  “I just want you to fuck me already, Liam. Please.” I don’t know if it’s on purpose, but she wiggles her ass a little bit, tempting me.

  Now in just my boxers, I stroll over to the side of the bed and pet her body starting with her neck, dragging a hand from her hair to her back, ass, until I end at her feet.

  “I know you want me to fuck you already, Dagny,” I smirk. I can see how her blood boils a little when I say her nickname, and it eggs me on. “But, when you asked me to come with you here, you said I could fuck you whenever I wanted. And I want to have a little fun with you first.”

  “What are you going to do with me?” She pleads.

  “You’ll see,” I smirk, taking a lock of her hair in my hand. “You’ll see.”

  “Fuck, Liam. You’re not going to hurt me are you?”

  I reach into my bag and take out a bottle of oil. “Haley, this is what’s known as sex oil, for lack of a better word. My brother sent it to me when he was on a trip overseas in India. It’s the original massage oil from the kama sutra practice.”

  She swallows, breathing hard. “So what are you going to do with it? I’m already so wet.”

  I smirk. “Don’t you worry your cute little heart, Haley. I’m a mechanic, remember? I know how to work my hands. Now lay flat on your stomach and relax.”

  She hesitates a moment, tossing her hair back when she tilts her head slightly and looks at me.

  “You do this with all the girls you hook up with?”

  I look down and away a moment before bringing my eyes back to Haley’s blues. It’s a fair question, but I don’t know what to say.

  Tell her I’m developing a special affection for her based on nothing but a feeling in my gut that I just noticed tonight when we were making out like teenagers against the wall?

  Tell her I’ve had this oil for two years and been carrying it around for an opportunity like this?

  “Just lie down all the way,” I grunt, and jump on to the bed, straddling her back to force her to lie flat. Before she can ask me any more questions, I slide my hands from her shoulders and neck down to her lower back, and repeat the motion.

  “Mmm,” she moans. “Feels so good.”

  “I’m just getting started,” I say as I run my hands in symmetry up and down her shoulder blades, lightly at first and then deeper, stronger.

  “Ohh, careful,” she mewls.

  “Too rough for you, honey?”

  “No,” she replies. “Keep doing it.”

  I trace her ears, her neck, and even her jaw. She breathes deeply, each exhale exhibiting a kind of ecstasy.

  “Thank you.” She moans.

  I smirk as I rub her top half up and down. She thinks I’m doing this for her. That’s where she’s dead wrong. Haley has a light, fucking angelic presence about her that has me begging to do this, so I can explore every available inch of her physical body.

  Pressing my chest down and into her back, I reach down and around her body to her breasts, rubbing them back and forth.

  “I’ve never done anything like this. You’re like my dirty masseur.” She giggles in a kind of far-away opiatic state. “We’re gonna get the covers so dirty.”

  “I am your dirty masseur.” I whisper in her ear as I draw my oiled hands down her hips. “Stop worrying about the damn covers.”

  Her protests about dirtying up the covers evoke images of me dirtying up her soul. Doing something to her for the first time. My cock aches in my boxers as I press against her ass. The big guy begs to get let out of his cage. He wants action. But it’s not quite time yet.

  I sit up on my knees again and slide my hands down to Haley’s lower back, but this time I drop them lower to that holy grail, her ass. So
tight. So supple. So beautiful. I rub the flesh of her ass back and forth with a healthy quantity of oil, pressing hard. I slip my hands down the cusp of her ass where the fold of skin meets her thighs, down to almost her knees, and slide them back up again.

  “Oh my God, Liam. I think I might come from this.” She mewls.

  “No coming until I say,” I bark out. As soon as the words leave my lips I realize they sound harsh, but I have a big finale coming and I need Haley to be ready for it.

  “Okay. I won’t. I trust you.” She purrs, and it’s not the fact that she’s listening to my orders that spurs me on to rub her harder, but a single word she uses.

  Trust.

  I have her trust, as fucked up as our newfound relationship may be, and I need to make good on my current promise.

  “Stay with me and I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have. You ready?”

  “Uh-huh,” she moans.

  I stand up on the bed and kick off my boxers. I’m hard as a fucking brick, and when I see Haley’s ass below me, lying on the bed, it might as well have a fucking target drawn on it.

  I kneel back down and give her body a long, slow massage stroke that starts at her feet, slides up her calves to her ass and back, and ends at her shoulder blades.

  And then I give her ten more, just like that.

  “Oh my God I’m so wet,” she cooes.

  “Oh? And how wet are you?”

  “Too wet not to have a cock in me.” She moans.

  “Spread your cheeks for me, Dagny.” I say, and she immediately curls her ass up a little bit and presents herself.

  “Very good girl. You’ve gotten so much better since the first night. And now, for your reward.”

  I guide my tip into her slit, and that feeling of ecstasy written all over Haley’s face is mirrored on my own as her tight cunt swallows the first few inches. I thrust easy for the first few, back and forth, getting her adjusted to my size.

  She’s so wet, it doesn’t take long before I plunge all the way inside her, gritting my teeth in pleasure, grunting like a madman as I fill her up.

  I fuck her like a wild animal, slamming my hips into her ass so hard she’s got to grip the headboard to keep from moving.

  “Can I please come now Liam?” She manages to say. With my cock being all the way inside her, I’m very impressed at her ability to form a full sentence.

  “Come baby.” I say smoothly. “Come all over my fucking cock. I want to feel you pulse all around me.”

  “Oh my fucking God.” She whimpers.

  Such a quiet noise in contrast to the way her body thrashes, hot skin pounding against mine.

  She bucks her hips and I hit a spot deep inside her pussy with my cock.

  I grunt and finally she pushes me over the edge. I love the way she tries to stifle her own loud as hell moans by screaming into the pillow.

  I come harder than I’ve ever come before, grappling her arms and grabbing her tits as I do.

  We lay in post carnal ecstasy on top of the covers, breathing hard, chests heaving, the sweaty limbs of our bodies intertwined randomly.

  “What the fuck did you just do to me, Liam Blackwell?”

  “I should ask you the same thing, you damn siren. Making me lose my mind.”

  “I blame you. It was your idea.”

  “My idea…to make you wait so your orgasm was ten times stronger? Or to have sex at all?”

  “Stop.” She says, pushing my head and cheek away. “But seriously. I think I’m turning into an addict.”

  I arch an eyebrow. “An addict of?”

  “This!” She says then reaches down to grip my cock that is still slick with her juices.

  I give her hip a smack. “Oh, of my cock. Well I know of a good cockaholics anonymous number you can call to get that problem solved.”

  “Oh do you? Please. What is it?” She asks playfully, going along with my joke.

  “It’s already in your phone.” I smirk. “Under ‘Liam Blackwell.’ Just give him a call and he’ll solve your problem.”

  Smiling, she rolls her eyes and sighs. “You are fucking crazy, you know. And I like it.”

  I pull Haley’s body into my own. Our sweaty bodies stick together, and I remind myself to crank up the A/C. You know, if I’m ever inspired to get off this bed tonight. Which I highly doubt with how comfortable I am having Haley’s body jammed into mine. “I’m glad you’re okay with me being crazy as fuck.” I say.

  “I have to be.” She answers. “With how crazy I am, I attract the crazies. It’s like the law of attraction or something.”

  “Crazy is as crazy does, ma’am.” I murmur in my exaggerated Blackwell accent.

  “Is that from a movie?” She asks, scrunching up her face with a confused look.

  I shrug and kiss her on the lips.

  Suddenly, there’s a pounding on our hotel door.

  “Who the hell could that be?” She asks. “It’s one a.m.”

  “Just ignore it.” I say, and go back to kissing her.

  The pounding starts again, and a wave of rage courses through me. “Go the fuck away!” I boom.

  The pounding hits again. I spring to my feet, and head for the door. Haley jumps under the covers.

  “Put some pants on, country boy.” Haley protests.

  “Fuck pants.” I mumble. If you’re banging on my door at one in the damn morning, as I’m kissing my girl, I’ll answer the door however I damn well please.

  I whip the door open, and it’s none other than Mr. Fucking Ex factor, rings under his eyes, shirt untucked, and slightly swaying.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I snarl.

  He opens his eyes wide when he sees me, and his eyes travel down my body until they land on my junk.

  What a damn psycho. “Yeah, I know you haven’t seen anything like this before, but it’s pretty rude to stare at another man’s cock.”

  He straightens his gaze and finally looks me in the eye. Sort of. His eyes are pretty shifty. I assume it’s because he’s a two beer queer who can’t handle his shit.

  “Need to talk with Haley.” He slurs. “It’s an emergency.”

  I stare him down, my face hot with rage. “Kind of late for that, don’t you think? I suggest you get the fuck out of here, before I show your city boy pansy ass what we do with guys like you in Blackwell.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Haley

  I scramble to get out from under the covers and get decent. I throw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt while I watch the surreal scene unfolding before my eyes.

  Liam is totally naked as drunk Jack babbles to him about something I can’t quite make out.

  “That’s what I’m saying.” Liam growls as I draw near to the door frame. I want to admire the handsomeness of his naked body, but due to the sheer ridiculousness of the current situation, all I do is step in front of him. And tell him to go put some shorts on. He reluctantly agrees, leaving me alone with Jack for a moment.

  “Oh that’s really fucking fresh, Haley. And you said you’re not sleeping with him until marriage.”

  I roll my eyes. “You never did have a sense of humor, Jack. Especially when you’re drunk. So why don’t you just tell me what you came here to talk to me about.”

  Jack shifts his weight a little from side to side, seeming uneasy. Liam is back standing behind me, now with shorts on. He still looks scary as hell, with all of the tattoos he has wrapping around his torso, neck, and arms.

  “All I can say,” Jack says, “Is that it’s extremely important. And I can’t tell you in front of him.” He nods his head toward Liam, who has the meanest expression I’ve ever seen a man have. I notice his fists are clenched. He wraps an arm around my shoulder.

  “Anything you have to say to Haley you’re gonna have to say in front of me.” Liam drawls. “Because I don’t trust your conniving city ass one iota.”

  “Oh? What the fuck do you know about me, buddy? You don’t know me. Haley and I were together for two yea
rs.”

  “It was three,” I correct.

  “Whatever. It was a long time. And I need to talk to you. Now. In private.”

  “No,” Liam interjects, crossing his arms. “Not happening. I’m not letting you say one fucking thing to her right now. How fucking drunk are you, City Boy? You look like you are having an allergic reaction.”

  “That how your relationship goes, Haley?” Jack appeals to me. “You just gonna let him run your life like that? Just come in here and control you.”

  I take a deep breath. As bad as Jack was to me, one little conversation can’t hurt. And I hate to admit it, but he’s right. I could use some closure, and if right now is when he’s going to give it to me, I might as well do it.

  “It’ll be alright.” I say to Liam, running my hand down his chest. “I’ll just talk with him a moment in private.”

  “No!” Liam snarls, his tone nasty. “I don’t know what it is about this guy, but I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him. Which is pretty far, since he’s clearly never been in a real fight before. But I don’t like abusing men who are too weak to defend themselves.”

  “Yeah, I bet you don’t.” Jack barks back, suddenly cocky. “I can see it, smell it on you. You’re a fucking thug. The worst breed of person. Me? I’m a Harvard grad. You lay a hand on me and I’ll have you carted off so fast.”

  “How fast?” Liam says. “You never finished your metaphor.”

  I giggle a little. Jack never was one for being quick on his feet.

  “You know what, fuck you. You know what I mean. Haley, come with me so we can talk for five minutes.”

  I press my palm into Liam’s chest. “Five minutes, honey. Just five. I’ll be right back. Just need a little closure.” I whisper. “It’ll be good. It will make tomorrow less awkward if the air between us is cleared.”

  “No,” Liam still snarls. “I’m looking this man in the eyes, and I can’t trust him. He gives me that snake-like, sharky, city slicker feeling. I can’t let you go.”

  My emotions bubble over. “What the fuck, Liam? You can’t just control me like this! This isn’t some game now, this is my life!” I push him away, and slam the door in his face. He stops it from shutting all the way, but not before Jack and I take off down the hallways and disappear at a half trot. We take the elevator up and enter Jack’s room.