by Lane Hart
What the fuck?
Jogging to jump in front of her, I grab both her shoulders to force her to stop and look at me. And boy is she pissed! Her entire ivory face is flushed, her jaw is clenched tight, and I’m almost certain that if I don’t look away soon, her angry blue eyes might turn me to stone.
“What’s wrong?” I ask her. Her response is to give me a hard shove backwards, catching me so off guard at her intention and strength, that I actually stumble backward a few steps. “Okay, He-Woman, could you please try using words now?”
“You’re an asshole,” she barks before trying to go around me.
“Well, yeah. I thought you already knew that,” I say when I grab her shoulders again, this time more firmly.
“Get your hands off me,” she says through clenched teeth.
“Why?” I ask in confusion. “The only thing I’ve thought about all day is getting my hands on you tonight.” My confession apparently throws her off because her eyes widen in surprise before the antagonism in them returns in full force.
“How can you say that after…after…?”
“After what?” I ask. “Because I just broke up with that bitch?”
“After that girl just gave you a blowjob!” she exclaims right there on the middle of the street. I’m starting to think we must have taken a wrong turn and ended up in crazy town.
“Josie, what the fuck are you talking about?” I ask.
“You…that…I don’t wanna talk about it!” she stammers. And if I wasn’t so confused, it would be sort of cute.
“Too fucking bad because I do!”
I let her go when she hangs her head, her hair shielding her face, but not before I saw the tears glistening in her eyes. Whatever is going on, the last of her fight just disappeared as she visibly deflates right in front of me.
“Josie?”
“It’s stupid,” she eventually says softly. “I’m stupid because…I mean you just broke up with your girlfriend, and we don’t even know each other, so…”
“So, what?” I ask with my hands gripping my hips hard so that I won’t reach out and shake the words out of her sexy body.
“I just wasn’t expecting to have to see you with some other girl.”
“What girl?” I ask, feeling like we might actually be getting somewhere.
“The girl in the garage!” she exclaims while pointing at it behind me. That’s when it finally dawns on me, and I sigh in relief. If I know what the problem is, I can fix it.
“That girl was Carly, one of my mechanic’s sister. She’s only in high school, but she’s actually great with cars, so she’s gonna take the place of the fucker I fired yesterday,” I explain. “That’s it. Nothing else, I swear.”
Josie scoffs and looks away. “And that’s why she was on her knees?” she asks.
“Um, yeah. She was checking the pressure in my tires…”
“Ha! That’s one way to describe it,” she says with a shake of her head.
“That’s what it’s called. I had her practice all the usual maintenance jobs on my truck.”
“And blowjobs? I heard you talking about her experience afterwards.”
“Her experience with cars!” I assure her, but it feels like we’re going in circles. I’m starting to think that Josie has issues with cheating based on her reaction to what she thought must have happened back in the garage. After last night, I can’t really say I blame her. So, I know only one thing that’s guaranteed to ease her mind - proof.
“Come on,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and holding it so tight she can’t pull away.
“Let me go!” she protests.
“Nope,” I say, forcing her to follow me back to the garage. Once inside, I take her to my office and sit her down in my desk chair. Then I pull up the security camera footage for the camera in the first bay and rewind it for her. After it’s ready, I hit play and let her watch and hear the last fifteen minutes. The screen eventually shows me calling out for her and then the empty garage. That’s when I hit stop and wait for her to respond.
“Oh,” is all she says, squirming in the chair.
“Someone cheat on you, Josie?” I ask when I squat down next to the chair to get eyelevel with her, but she continues to avoid my gaze.
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes still lowered. “Fiancé, after we had set a wedding date.”
“What a fucking asshole,” I grumble. “When was that?”
“Couple years ago,” she answers with a shrug.
“Well, I know from experience how insecure and uncertain that shit can make you feel,” I assure her, unable to stop myself from reaching out to stroke her cheek. “But I may not always have video proof to show you, so can you give me the benefit of the doubt until I actually fuck up?” I ask.
“So you’re saying you’re gonna fuck up?” she asks, finally looking me in the eye with the hint of a smile lifting her lips.
“Probably, but not cheating. Never have and never will,” I declare.
“But we’re not…I mean, that’s why it was stupid that I overreacted.”
“We’re not yet, but I hope we will soon,” I admit, rubbing a palm up the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You can’t?” she asks, blinking at me in surprise.
“Nope.”
“Oh,” she mutters softly.
“I thought about you last night when I got myself off in your shower…”
“You did?”
“And again this morning,” I add, unashamed. “Tonight, when I’m alone, I already know I’ll be thinking about how you taste, how many times I could get you off in one night, and what sounds you make when you come.”
“Oh.”
Her lack of a verbal response makes me chuckle. “I just told you I’ve been thinking about eating you out and what you’ll scream when I’m fucking you, and all you have to say to that is Oh?”
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip before she tells me, “Oh is usually the sound I make when I come. I don’t know how I taste, and my old record is four times in one night.”
I laugh and then have to clear my throat after her confession. “Well then, good to know, and I guarantee I can easily beat four.”
Josie giggles and shakes her head. “You’re so cocky.”
“Come home with me.” The words just fall out of my mouth, not the least bit smooth, but fuck it.
“What?” Josie asks, her mouth hanging open a moment before she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. The sight causes a party in my boxers. Mostly it makes my dick twitch and swell, lengthening to epic proportions.
“I need you to come home with me tonight,” I look into her big blue eyes and tell her honestly.
“But – ”
I press my index finger over her lips. “No buts, just leave your car here tonight, and I’ll take you to work tomorrow.”
“I’m gonna need breakfast again,” she says with a sigh, making me relax since she’s on board with all my naughty plans tonight. “I mean, if you’re actually able to wring that many orgasms out of me, then I’ll be hungry. And when I’m hungry, I’m really grumpy to my coworkers, so –”
I interrupt her, grabbing her hand to pull her to her feet. “I’ll take you to breakfast in the morning, but only after I eat you in the shower first,” I assure her.
“Deal,” she agrees with a laugh.
“So now are we good?” I ask to make sure.
“If you don’t think I’m psycho,” she mutters.
“I don’t think you’re psycho. You’re just…cautious.”
“Psycho,” she says with a smile.
“You maybe acted a tad psycho.” I hold up my finger and thumb about an inch apart. “But it’s okay.”
“Sorry,” she tells me softly.
“Don’t worry about it,” I say. “Oh, and your car’s fixed. Wanna see it before we leave?”
“Yes,” she says immediately. Leading the way with her hand still in mine, I pull he
r through the garage until we get to the bay where her classic ride sits.
She doesn’t loosen her grip on me as she runs the fingertips of her free hand over the door panel. When her forehead wrinkles, I can tell she’s not happy with the cosmetic blemishes, but a paint job that will do the car justice is beyond my skills.
“I can give you the names of a few local body shops,” I tell her because I don’t want her to be upset. She obviously loves her car as much as I love my truck, so I wish I could fix it for her.
“Yeah, okay. Thanks for putting it back on,” Josie says when she turns back to me again.
“Sorry it took so long,” I tell her, not just referring to the door. Because just then, I do what I’ve been thinking about doing for the last twenty-four hours. Stepping forward, I tug on her hand to pull her to me, closing the distance between us, making my intention clear when I cup the side of her face. Josie stares up at me and doesn’t try to pull away. So, finally, I lean down and brush my lips over hers. Her soft lips touching mine is all it takes for my entire body to start humming with need. Cold chill bumps run up and down my arms, simultaneous to a spark of white-hot lust blazing to life inside me. I’ve never felt anything like it is the last coherent thought I have before our gentle, exploratory kiss turns insatiable the very second our tongues meet.
Releasing my hand, Josie’s fists clench the fabric of my coveralls over my chest to pull me closer, at the same time I weave my fingers through the back of her hair with the same intention. When she opens her mouth on a moan, I take advantage and plunder it with my tongue because I’m desperate to be inside of her any way I possibly can.
Apparently, Josie has the same idea, because she yanks the zipper of my coveralls to my waist and then pushes the material frantically down my arms until it slips off. Needing to feel more of her body against mine, I pick her up and sit her ass on the hood of her car. She’s flat on her back the next second, taking me down with her and wrapping her bare legs around my waist. Our kiss deepens; and when our two most important body parts line up perfectly, we both moan like we’re in heaven or hellish agony. I’m not sure which. Unable to stop myself, I shove my boxers and coveralls lower, so that there’s only the thin, so fucking thin and damp layer of Josie’s black cotton panties between my hard cock and her pussy.
I feel like a rabid sex fiend when I roughly push her dress up her waist as high as it will go, growling in regret that I didn’t take it off her before I got her laid out in front of me. Thank fuck Josie’s right there with me, knowing exactly what I need, or just wanting it as much as I do, because she sits up and has the offending clothing over her head seconds later.
“Fuck yes,” I groan before grabbing the backs of her thighs and giving them a tug forward, tackling her down so that her back slams against the hood again. After that, Josie fills my mouth with a string of moans and hums with every breath as she wraps her legs tighter around my waist and lifts her hips to try and find more friction. This woman…there are no words.
Knowing she needs relief as much as I do, I reach down and jerk on her panties, lowering them so I can grab a handful of her pussy. She cries out, breaking our kiss, and precum seeps from the tip of my cock feeling how hot, wet and perfect she feels. My fingers turn greedy, and my thick shaft pulses in jealousy when I start rubbing Josie’s clit and easing one finger inside her tight heat.
“Oh. Oh God,” she gasps and throws her head back, squirming on the hood of the car underneath me. I take the opportunity to get acquainted with her neck and chest before pulling the cups of her black bra down to say hello to her perky tits with my eager mouth. As soon as I latch on to her nipple, Josie screams and her body quakes with her release. I look up at her face and watch as she comes apart for me for the first of what I already know will be many times. Not just tonight. I’m almost certain that I’ll never get enough of this woman.
Without lifting her head, she reaches between our bodies and fists my cock to start stroking it, taking me nearly to the point of no return, at least for this round. I gently remove her hand, wanting, no, needing to be inside her the first time. Crazy with the desperation to have her, I grip my cock to plunge into her wonderful depths…just before reality hits me.
“Fuck!” I shout, hanging my head in defeat.
“Yes! Please fuck me,” Josie moans. Arching her back, she pulls on my shoulders to try and bring me closer. She’s killing me.
“Sorry, Josie,” I tell her as I catch my breath and try to figure out a solution to this dilemma. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Oh,” she says, her body going lax with understanding. “I’m on the shot,” she says a moment later.
“You’re not the problem, Josie. I am,” I tell her honestly with a sigh of annoyance. “She was…ah, the bitch, ACHB, was on the pill, so we didn’t use anything…but since she was cheating with that asshole, I need to get tested.”
“Ohhh,” Josie says, her eyes widening in understanding as she reaches down to pull her panties back up. The move is almost so fucking sad that I could cry. “Well, um, thank you for being honest.”
I swipe a hand over my face, so fucking angry at that bitch for still managing to screw me over, even now. Especially when I have Josie so damn beautiful and amazing on the hood of her El Camino, wearing nothing but her black bra and panties. It’s such a shame to let her go to waste. Actually, there’s no reason I can’t show her a good time, even if I can’t have one. Getting her off is almost just as good.
Grabbing both sides of her panties, I start lowering them again, all the way down her legs.
“Ah, Lawson, what are you doing?” she asks. “I thought you just said…”
As soon as her panties are out of the way, I throw both of her thighs over my shoulders before she can react and bury my face in between her legs.
“Oh, shit!” she exclaims, and when I hear the thud of what was probably her head hitting the hood, I smile against her flesh. But then my tongue is tasting her sweet, warm honey and I’m lost to everything around us. There’s nothing else, just my mouth devouring her, her thighs squeezing my head and her cries that are growing louder and more incoherent as she gets closer to climaxing.
“Uh. Uh. Oh!” she screams when her hips go wild with abandon, grinding her pussy into my face when she comes. After that, both of us only make animalistic sounds. Josie mewls and grunts in the sexiest fucking way while I keep eating her. I growl in approval against her clit with every little noise she makes that tells me she’s completely lost to the pleasure.
“Lawson! Lawson, I can’t…I’m…I’m…”
Her words are music to my ears. Ears that she may actually be damaging from the amount of pressure her thighs are putting on them, but so worth it.
Give me one more, baby.
I promised her more than four tonight, and so far, she’s already had one by my hand and two by my mouth.
“Oh God!”
Make that three with my mouth. I’m going for a world record with this woman tonight.
I slowly swirl my tongue around her sensitive flesh as she comes down from her most recent orgasm. So what if my cock is dripping and threatening to blow up on the hood of her car? It was worth it to make her feel good. If I know Josie, and I’m starting to think I actually do even though we just met, I bet she’s gonna repay me in ways that will blow the fuck out of my mind. Not because she thinks she has to, but because she wants to.
I kiss my way around her inner thigh that’s slick with her sweat and juices running down it. Mmm-mmm-mmm. I can’t get enough of her.
“Wow,” Josie says softly. “My car just got one helluva bath.”
That makes me chuckle, just like most of the things that come out of her mouth. Lowering her legs from my shoulders, I brace my palms on either side of her head to lean over her.
“Can I take you home now?” I ask her with a kiss to her temple. “Well, after we make a pit stop at the pharmacy for a big box of rubbers.”
“Yes,” she says wit
h a smile, winding her arms around my neck. But then her smile starts to slip off her of face just as quickly as it appeared.
“What?” I ask.
“You’ll, um, change the sheets and all, right?” she asks, reminding me of the nastiness that awaits me in my apartment.
“Ugh, I need a whole new mattress,” I tell her. “How about we stop by so I can grab some clothes, and then stay at your place tonight?” I suggest.
“Much better,” she agrees with now a beautiful, unconcerned, stunning smile.
“Let me just, ah, use your restroom to clean up first,” she says, so I stand up and put my dick away before offering her a hand to help her up. “Thank you,” she tells me when she’s on her unsteady feet again.
When her palm unexpectedly strokes my cock through my clothes, my hips punch forward so hard I nearly knock her over before I catch myself on her hood. “And, um, I promise we’ll take care of this soon,” she says, making me groan when she lets go and walks away.
Chapter Nine
Josie
I’m shaking all over, including my hands, so badly that I can barely work my panties up my legs or get my dress back on straight. What the hell just happened? I mean, I know what happened. Lawson gave me three…no, four amazing orgasms. But before that, I was all hysterical, crazy jealous, psycho bitch, and then I felt like an idiot for thinking the worst of him, and after that we were kissing.
I lick my lips just to taste his warm, cinnamon flavor that still lingers on them. Yum. And why is that scent so familiar? I don’t know the answer, and everything else is a whirlwind of sensations that my body couldn’t seem to get enough of. Like right now. Just knowing that Lawson, the most gorgeous man ever, is on the other side of the bathroom door has the pulse between my legs throbbing again and my stomach tensing with a hunger for him that I’ve never felt before. The intensity of my need to kiss him and…and touch him, to have him touch me again is so demanding that it almost hurts.
I reach for the sink counter to hold myself up when the memory of his mouth makes my knees weak, and my already wobbly legs tremble. Squeezing my thighs together and pressing my pelvis into the hard counter, I’m so close to coming again when I close my eyes and remember how incredible his tongue felt. I’m right…there. Right…there…“Oh God!” My head falls forward as my body shakes all over, nothing compared to the orgasms Lawson gave me, of course, but the idea that what he did to me was so good I just came spontaneously is outrageous.