Mechanic with Benefits

by Mickey Miller

  “Look Chandler, I’m a roly-poly on it’s back.”

  I chuckled slightly, but my mind was elsewhere.

  We had broken the pact, and for a couple of hours, it had been heaven. This had been the best night of my life.

  Until it wasn’t.

  “Squirt, calm down and let me get this other boot off.”

  “Okay,” she said, and looked at me with a cheesy smile that showed all her teeth. She propped herself up, swaying.

  “Chandler. You’re sad,” she said. “Why are you sad?”

  I looked at Amy, the glazed look in her eye, and I realized something. She wasn’t going to remember a damn thing about what I said tonight. I might as well relish the fact that, for one last night, I had my old friend to talk to. So I might as well be dead honest with her.

  “It’s a girl,” I said, pulling off the other boot and tossing it on the floor. I sat on bed, watching her. “She broke my heart. Or, maybe I broke hers. I don’t know. You have any advice for me?”

  Her jaw dropped and she was suddenly concerned. “Oh no. Oh no! Who broke your heart? What can I do to help?” She crawled forward on the bed, kneeled next to me, and rubbed my back. “What happened?”

  I shook my head and sat forward. “A girl who I liked for a really long time turned me down. And you know what, I can’t say I blame her. If I’m being honest with myself—it’s my fault. And I didn’t see that until tonight when something clicked.”

  “Oh my gosh.”

  Her hand kept moving in a circular motion on my back. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift around for a moment. When I opened them, I noticed her hand wasn’t on my back any more.

  I turned around. Amy had fallen back and was fast asleep in her sexy black dress, sleeping like an angel.

  Making me feel like the devil.

  I got up, poured a glass of water and took a couple of Advil myself, then set two pills on the nightstand where Amy would see them when she woke up. After I put her under the covers, I took off my boots, jeans, and shirt, and only threw on a pair of sweatpants. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and padded into the living room.

  Jess was already fast asleep on the couch.

  “Move on over little dog, this big old dog is moving in.”

  She grumbled as I laid on her favorite spot.

  “Oh come on, not you too.”

  She fussed, but moved to make space for me.

  I tossed the blanket I kept folded over the back of the couch and pulled it over me and tried to find my way to the Sandman, who had been so elusive lately.

  Nineteen

  Chandler

  I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours that night. I couldn’t be sure, but I think it was when Jess finally decided to jump down from the couch that I was able to fall asleep.

  Right as I was hitting what would have been my first decent REM cycle in days, I felt something warm touching me.

  I groaned and spun my body around so I was on my side. I opened my eyes, but didn’t see anything, so I closed them again.

  “Chandler,” the voice whispered.

  “That you, Angel Mary?”

  She giggled.

  “No silly. It’s me. Amy.”

  I must have been really out of it to not recognize Amy’s voice. I opened my eyes again, and she was sitting on the couch, still in her black dress from last night.

  “Hey. Move over,” she whispered.

  I lifted up the blanket and scooched my body toward the back cushions of the couch to make room for her. “How’s your head feeling, Squirt?” I mumbled.

  She slipped under the blanket and onto the couch, her body next to mine, touching mine. Um, okay. This was happening. Our bodies were touching.

  Hello.

  “It’s okay. Thanks to those Advils and water that my amigovio left me.”

  I smiled, ever so slightly.

  “Hey, give me this,” she said, reaching back and tugging on my arm.

  I loosened it, and she brought it over her side so we were full on cuddling.

  “Amy, I’m sorry about last night,” I said.

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said, stopping me. “I’m sorry I flipped my shit and turned into Mrs. Hyde. It’s just…seeing her touch you like she did triggered something in me. I’m not usually that illogical but I thought about the way I found David cheating on me, and I freaked.”

  “Understandable. And I have a history of being a womanizer. It’s not something I can change, unfortunately.”

  “But…you’re not sorry about breaking off the pact?”

  She wiggled her ass further into me. Fuck. Morning wood was on its way.

  “Fuck no. Even just that one kiss was worth it. No regrets. Besides, that pact was outdated.”

  Moving in a slow, circular motion, Amy ground her ass into my cock. I slid my hand from her stomach up to her hip and felt the rhythm of her grinding. She spun her body around so we were facing each other. Both of our chests heaved, breathing deeply. We touched our foreheads together.

  “Squirt. If we’re going to do this, I have to know that you trust me.”

  She looked me in the eyes and I held her stare. “You won’t get with anyone else while I’m here? You swear?”

  “If we do this, I’m yours, and you’re mine, and that’s the way it’s going to stay until one of us says any different. Be it a week, or longer, whatever you want.” I kissed her, briefly. “I don’t care what label we put on it. Amigos. Novios. Amigovios. Whatever.” If I didn’t do this with Amy, I would regret it forever.

  She let out a moan, and said something that I couldn’t decipher.

  “Amy,” I said, holding her tighter to me, “do you trust me?”

  “Chandler,” she whispered.

  I raised a brow. “Yes?”

  In the single hottest thing a girl had ever done to me, she looked me dead in the eye while she slid a hand slowly down my body. She started at my chest, and ran her hand over my nipples before sliding it slowly down my abs, tracing every ridge. When she got to my waistband, she looked me in the eye; she traced her lips with her tongue, pausing for a moment before slipping her hand into my boxer briefs. She gripped the base of my now hard-as-a-rock cock, and her eyes widened.

  She spoke in a low whisper. “I might be crazy, but I do trust you. And also trust that you’ll fuck me so hard with this that I’ll be walking side to side.”

  “Fuck.” I groaned, and my eyes rolled in back of my head.

  I slid my hand from her hip and give her ass a squeeze. She moaned. “I love that.”

  “Me too.” I smirked back.

  “Chandler…are we really doing it?” she asked. “There’s no going back after this.”

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  We made out voraciously, our bodies becoming a mishmash of squeezing, moaning, groaning, grinding, pulling, rubbing, and dry humping.

  Her skirt rode up her legs until it was as high as her belly button. I slipped a hand onto her thong.

  “You’re wet already.”

  “Un-huh.”

  “Fuck that’s hot.”

  She pulled in my head and turned it a bit so she could whisper directly in my ear.

  “I already woke up and pleasured myself thinking what you would feel like.”

  “This morning?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Fuck.”

  She lifted her hips so I could pull her thong off with ease. I moved the tip of my middle finger in circles on her clit. She moaned while I gradually built the pressure. She ground her hips against me my finger, adding a little twist.

  “Do you like how my finger feels?”

  “I love it.”

  I covered her lips with mine for a kiss, then came back up. “You know what I’ve been dying to do?”

  “What?”

  I hooked a finger into her, and she moaned. I forced a second finger inside, and she got even louder. Before I could go any further, I pulled them out.

  “I’ve been
dying to see what you taste like.”

  I licked my own two fingers.

  “Oh God, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said.

  “You’re sweet, almost like honey.”

  Before she could respond, I threw the blanket off and wrapped my arms around her legs then picked her up in a fireman’s carry. She squealed. “Where are we going?”

  “The couch is fine and all, Squirt, but we should do this on the bed.”

  I gave her a light smack on her ass. She moaned.

  “What are we going to do, exactly?”

  I pushed the door open with my foot and, once we were inside, dropped her down to her feet, catching her so there was no impact.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and inhaled. “Everything.”

  She put her arm behind me and dragged her fingernail lightly back and forth across my back.

  “What do you mean, everything?”

  “We’re going to do everything we should have been doing these past five years.”

  I lifted her chin toward me with my finger and kissed her slowly and steadily. I took my time, savoring her lips.

  “Mmm,” she moaned.

  I tugged at her dress, which was still riding on her hips, and she aided me in slipping it off. She slipped her hand into my sweatpants and gave me a squeeze.

  “Oh God, Chandler.”

  I growled back at her, low and throaty, and nibbled on her ear. “I love the feel of your hand around me like that.”

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she whispered as she stroked her hand back and forth on my cock through my sweats.

  “Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” I reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her ass, grinding her hips into me. “But there is something I want to do first.”

  “What?”

  I released her from my grip, jumped onto the bed, and laid down on top of the covers. I took a moment to take in all of her sexiness. Just standing there she was fucking hot. “I want you to ride my fucking face. I want to taste all of you.”

  Her jaw dropped and her body shuddered, and she tumbled onto the bed. On her knees, she moved toward me. “No one has ever said that to me before,” she murmured.

  “Shut up and get over here.”

  An ear-to-ear smile spread across her face. “Earlier, you said you’d always dreamed about this moment.”

  “Since the day I met you.”

  “I’ve dreamed about it too.”

  “You dreamed about sitting on my face?” I strategically stuck my tongue out a little bit and twisted it.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “That and so much more.”

  “Well, I advise you to get the fuck over here right now so we can indulge in this mutual fantasy of ours.”

  The next thing I knew, she was kneeling over my face. She was a little tentative at first, so I started gradually. First, I licked her folds delicately, swirling my tongue over her clit. Her breathing came in short strokes. Hearing her tiny little inhales made my cock harder with every breath. Then I lapped her up greedily, like a hungry man who had been starved.

  And I had been.

  For five years.

  She lost control, ground harder on my mouth and tongue.

  “Oh God, Chandler!”

  She screamed my name and rode me to her first orgasm. Her entire body convulsed, and she leaned back and put her hands on my stomach, needing the extra balance to remove herself from me. She flipped onto her back and stayed there for a moment. I watched her breasts as her chest moved up and down while she caught her breath.

  “Well, after years of waiting, I finally proved myself right. Yes, you do taste very close to honey nectar.”

  “Chandler…” She smiled at me lazily.

  “Yes?” I smirked.

  “You didn’t even take your sweatpants off,” she pointed out.

  “I didn’t.”

  “Let me help you with those.”

  She pulled her body up to her knees. I lifted my hips off the bed, and she pulled my sweatpants and my boxer briefs off in one swift motion. She tossed them off the bed and crawled in the space between my legs, on her knees. Making eye contact with me, she wrapped a hand around the base of my cock. I let out a muffled groan as she stroked it a few times. I held my arms behind my head, smiling broadly at the sight of Amy touching my cock. She turned her face downward, as if she was thinking about going down on me, then turned back to me.

  “Hey Chandler, can I tell you something.”

  “Of course.”

  She swallowed. “I’m nervous.”

  “About what?”

  “This is our first time. What if you don’t like it?”

  Amy nervous in a sexual situation. She always talked so upfront about sex, I was surprised to hear her admit this to me. But then it hit me why she would be: all those bad boyfriends and poor sexual experiences. The only thing I wanted for Amy was to enjoy herself.

  “I already do like it. I fucking love it.” The way I growled the words while looking her in the eye left no room for doubt.

  “You do?” she asked, still uncertain.

  “I loved tasting you,” I said, hoping she knew I meant it, saw it on my face, in my voice. “And now I’m enjoying watching you stroke me. For once, I’m not stroking myself to the thought of you. It’s the real thing.”

  She moaned.

  “You’re wet again, aren’t you?”

  “You act like I stopped being wet during this session at some point.” She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn’t make out.

  “What did you just say?”

  She hesitated. “I said, hell, I’ve been wet since I saw you on the plane.”

  “Fuck me, Squirt.”

  “Okay.” She smiled, looking devilishly angelic, if that was possible. With Amy, I was learning that anything was possible if I just opened my mind up to it.

  Realizing something, I laughed heartily all of the sudden.

  “What?” she asked, startled.

  “I love how you haven’t taken your hand off my cock during this entire conversation. This could be a like a fun new way for us to chat.”

  “The ‘Amy Strokes Chandler’ Cockcast,” she joked. She squeezed a little harder and I let out a noise that was half growl, half laugh.

  “Amy, get on your back.”

  “Okay.”

  She eagerly jumped over to the other side of the bed and starfished.

  “Is missionary your favorite position?” she asked.

  I went over to her side of the bed, my cock rock hard. “It is when I want to look at your pretty brown eyes as I fuck you.”

  She arched her back.

  I was just about to enter her when she stopped me. “Wait,” she said, suddenly. “Where is your condom?”

  “Condom?” I repeated, blankly. “Fuck me.”

  “No,” Amy said with just a hint of sternness. “Fuck me is exactly what you can’t do without a condom.” She mumbled a little something after that.

  I rubbed my forehead and looked down at my hard dick, wondering how I could have not picked up condoms at any point this week. “What did you just mumble under your breath?” I asked her.

  She sighed. “I’m on the pill. I never tell guys that, though. Ugh, especially not the first time.”

  “You’re not comfortable. It’s fine.” I didn’t have to glance down again to feel how hard my cock was. Every time my heart beat, it pulsated. But I wasn’t going to do anything that made her uncomfortable, especially our first time.

  She made a come hither motion with her hand, and I lunged forward, propping myself up by my hands on either side of her. She grabbed the back of my neck with her hand, pulled me in close, and whispered in my ear. “The only reason I’m doing this, Chandler, is because I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever dated—anyone I’ve ever met. And if I can’t trust you, well, I can’t trust anyone. And I don’t want to live like that.”

  “I feel the same way,” I said.
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  “Then fuck me how you want.” She looked me right in the eyes when she spoke. It wasn’t lost on me that this was the very first time she’d put the emphasis on the fuck as opposed to the me.

  Lying on her back, she reached for my cock to guide me in. I grabbed a knot of her hair. Not to tug—yet—but to anchor me.

  As I eased inside of her, Amy stared back at me, and I realized that for maybe the first time in my life—fucking was much more than about the sex.

  It was about sex with her.

  She was slick, but still, I started slow. She let out several mutters. A purr, a whine, and several short breaths.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah. Goddamn you feel so good Chandler.”

  I ground my hips slowly, letting her feel every inch of me inside her as I stroked her.

  She turned her head and bit into the pillow. I grabbed her chin with my hand and made her face me again. “What are you doing?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “When I fuck you, I need you to look at me.”

  “Okay,” she whispered and turned her head back. As I kissed her again, I sped up the pace of my strokes. She wrapped her legs around my back. I bit her lower lip. My breathing sped up. Hers did too.

  “Oh, and one more thing before I lose control and go crazy on you,” I managed to say. “The walls of this apartment are soundproof.”

  At that moment I struck deep inside her and she let out a cry. Her legs came apart, and I peeled her body back.

  I picked up the pace to a smashing speed, and felt her hips slap against mine in rhythm with every stroke. She wailed, and every time our bodies slammed together it was like another wave had struck, forcing her voice to break for a moment.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Gonna come,” she muttered, the only decipherable syllables she’d said in quite some time.

  “I want you to come. Come hard all over me.”

  She rocked back and forth faster and I went with her, matching her pace. “Holy fuck,” she yelled.

  She turned her head again toward the pillow. Once again, I grabbed her chin and made her face me. “Don’t you dare come without looking me in the eye,” I said. Then a noise filled the air that I can only best describe as singing.