Work Me Up

by Wylder, Penny

  She snorts and sits back on her heels to cross her arms over her chest. “If I can’t wear tight jeans, why is it fair for you to wear a practically see-through tank top, then?”

  “First of all, I never said you couldn’t wear tight jeans. Just that they might be impractical when it came to working, but frankly, please do continue to wear ‘em. I don’t mind the view.” I tilt my head. “As for me, I don’t mind if you want to stare either. Look all you want.” I lean toward her, so close now that we’re sharing the same air. I catch her scent again, the way I’ve been doing all day. She smells floral, like sunlight and summertime, with just a hint of something minty on her breath. “You can even touch, if you’re a very good girl,” I add, my voice a low hum.

  Since I’m this close, I catch the sound when she inhales. A faint little huff that nearly undoes me. I watch her pupils close up, see the way they fix on mine, dilating. There’s a long pause, the air between us thick with the tension. You could cut it with a knife right now, I swear.

  Just when I start to lean back, to give her space, to go back to what we were doing… she grabs my tank top in a fist. And then, all in one motion, so fast I barely see it coming—and so forward that frankly, I didn’t think Miss Spoiled Little Rich Girl had it in her—she yanks me into her.

  Her lips collide with mine. It’s hard, no art to it. Just lips and teeth and tongue. But then I shift around, wrap my arms around her waist and tug her against me, taking control. And now there’s a smooth precision to the kiss, as I part her lips with my tongue, ease between them, teasing. Toying.

  All the while, my hands glide from her waist down over those luscious hips. The ones I’ve been dying to get my hands on all damn day. She quivers between my hands, and the motion is enough to make my cock throb with want. It’s already rock hard, has been since the second I told her how good her ass looked in those jeans. Because that’s the effect this woman has on me. She makes me hard in under a second. All it takes is a look from her, a word, a thought.

  To judge by the way she spreads her thighs to either side of mine and rocks against me, until the soft press of her belly digs against my cock, I have a feeling I’ve got the same effect on her.

  I tighten my grip on her hips and pull her down. Down, down, until those grinding hips of hers settle directly over mine, and my cock is digging against the seams of both of our jeans combined. She lets out a breathy little moan, and I grin.

  “You have no idea how badly I’ve been dying to get my hands all over you this whole day,” I whisper in her ear, my breath hot against the spot where her neck meets her jawline. I nip little kisses along that, then down her neck, until I’m licking at the hollow of her collarbone, and her head falls on my shoulder, all the breath in her lungs whooshing out at once.

  “I… might have some idea,” she replies softly.

  I grin, my lips still pressed against the smooth skin of her collar. “Even more so after you got your hands dirty. Frankly, I didn’t know if you had it in you.”

  She bites her lower lip when she looks down at me, from where she’s poised over my lap, a glorious, sexy as fuck mess. “I didn’t either,” she admits in a low, throaty whisper. “But… this has been fun.”

  I smirk and slide one hand along the hem of her jeans, palming the flat plane of her stomach. “I have to admit, though, garage work isn’t normally this exciting. At least, I’ve never fucked anyone helping me work on a car before.”

  Her stomach goes taut when I say that word. Fuck. I can practically feel her shaking with anticipation above me. But she manages to control her facial expression fairly well, at least, even if her whole body is rocking against mine, her hips drilling against me so she grinds against my cock, relentless. Merciless.

  “First time for everything, right?” She arches an eyebrow.

  And that’s when I decide I can’t take it anymore. I need her. Now.

  I lift her off of my lap with both hands, which makes my cock throb again, this time in a lame attempt at protest for stopping it getting what it wants. But the reprieve is only temporary. I stand and pull her up next to me. Our lips collide again, hungry this time. My hands go to the hem of her T-shirt, the one that’s practically see-through and already covered in grease streaks. I peel it off and toss it onto the ground beside us, then nearly freeze, because fucking hell, her breasts are even more incredible than I guessed they’d be.

  “God you are fucking incredible,” I murmur.

  I realize, now that she’s shirtless, that the blush doesn’t stop at her cheeks, whenever it comes on. And I grin, knowing something about her that not everyone can see, now.

  “Where else do you blush, delicate thing?” I grin when I catch her eye.

  But she sets her jaw, eyes narrowing. “I’m not nearly as delicate as you think, dirty boy. Don’t let the blushes fool you.”

  My grin widens at that.

  The pink bra she has on isn’t even a push-up. Her breasts are just that perky. I’d know, because I waste no time at all in removing it, tossing it the same way the shirt went. Then I dip my mouth lower, lower, down her chest until I reach her breasts, where I circle one nipple with my tongue, pressing hard, never quite letting it graze the tip, not until she’s already rock hard.

  Only then do I run the flat plane of my tongue over the crest of her nipple and savor the way she gasps and arches against me, her whole body moving, supple, her skin smooth as fucking silk.

  I suck her nipple into my mouth entirely, my tongue toying with it, and her hands weave through my hair, slow at first, until all at once, they clench hard into fists.

  I smile against her breast. Then I slide my mouth of her tit, and kiss my way over to the other one.

  “God damn it. Are you going to fuck me or not, Antonio?” she murmurs, her hands still fisted in my hair, as I start to lick and suck at her other nipple.

  “Mmm,” I hum against her chest, which makes her suck in a sharp, startled breath once more. “Depends.” I draw back far enough to tilt my head and peer up at her. “Do you want me to fuck you? Right here in the middle of this filthy, greasy garage? All covered in muck from a hard day nearly breaking those pretty nails of yours…”

  “Do you want to fuck me or fight me?” she practically growls through her teeth.

  Which makes me stand, and in one motion, jerk her around so her backside faces me. Then my hand goes to the clasp of her jeans. I undo it, and slide one palm down the front of her pants. “Why not both?” I reply, my voice low too, very nearly a growl itself.

  She shivers against my palm. I slide my fingers lower, until I feel the smooth skin over her mound.

  “Clean shaven,” I comment, my mouth beside her ear. I trail my tongue along her lobe, and she sighs a little, before she catches herself. “Were you expecting this, then?”

  “N-no,” she whispers. The slight hesitation gives her away.

  My smile widens. “You were, weren’t you. You came here wanting this. Admit it.” My fingers slide farther down, down. I reach the edge of her panties. Lace. As if that’s not a dead giveaway. I don’t know a single woman who would wear lace panties unless she wanted someone besides herself to see them.

  “Maybe I… have a hot date later. You don’t know,” she says.

  Then my fingers skip under the panties, and she stops talking to bite her lip instead.

  “You had a hot date… which you were going to go to all covered in car engine grease,” I muse. My fingertips reach her clit, now, and I graze against it ever so lightly, barely even a touch. Yet it’s enough to draw a faint keening sound from her mouth, as she arches back against me so hard that her glorious ass collides with my cock, and fuck, it takes everything in me to stay in control, in command.

  Because this woman makes me want to lose all sense of either.

  My fingertips press past her clit, and I reach the lips of her pussy. I spread them slowly, taking my time. Enjoying this moment. I slip one finger between them, and trail it along the length of her
slit.

  “You,” I say, pressing my finger farther into her slit for emphasis, “are absolutely fucking soaked.”

  She lets out a sound that’s halfway between a growl and a groan, and then says, through gritted teeth, “Fine. Fine! You’re right, are you happy? I wanted to tease you. I wore tight jeans to make you stare, because—ah,” she stops, as I press my fingertip right up against the entrance to her pussy. I tease at it, pressing my fingertip in just barely, withdrawing it. In again, just the tiniest bit. She arches her hips, bucking against me like she’s trying to fuck my hand. “I wanted to… flirt. I don’t know.”

  “Fuck me?” I ask, one eyebrow arched.

  “Yes. Maybe? I don’t know.” She pauses to glance over her shoulder, and this way, half bent over the car she broke last time we met, with her hair wild and falling over her eyes, she looks even hotter than ever before. If that’s possible. She looks wild. Like she’s capable of anything. “You must know how fucking hot you are, fucker,” she says, though she grins when she says it.

  I do. I can’t help it. “Nice of you to admit it, at least,” I tell her. Then I push my finger inside her pussy. Her reward for being a good girl.

  She moans loudly, her whole body sinking against the car.

  I push deeper, deeper. The woman really is fucking soaked. And her pussy feels so tight, too. One curl of my fingers and I can drag along her walls, making her buck and twist. But even though she keeps trying to thrust against me, ride my palm, I move slow. In, out. Easy and steady. In, out.

  Her breathing gets harder. Faster.

  So does mine.

  “You’re pretty fucking gorgeous yourself, you realize that, right, Selena?” I whisper.

  “I’ve… been told. Once or twice,” she says, her voice tight with concentration, like it’s taking all of her willpower to speak rather than dissolve.

  “Not nearly enough, then,” I reply, and she goes quiet then. I worry I might have offended her, but then she starts to move again, rocking against my hand so that her clit grazes against the heel of my palm with each movement.

  “Ah, ah.” I slide my hand out of her jeans, and she lets out a frustrated little whine of disappointment. “You’re not getting off that easy,” I tell her, winking and stepping back. She whirls to face me, her whole top half flushed, her jeans unbuttoned, looking an absolute, glorious fucking mess. As she’s staring, I raise my hand to my mouth, and slowly, my eyes never leaving hers, I suck her juices from my fingers.

  Fuck.

  She tastes even better than she smells. Sweet and a little salt. Like sex and woman and white hot lust. And she’s right here, chest heaving, staring at me, at the tip of my fingers—literally, a moment ago—waiting for me to do whatever the hell I want to her. I know how hungry she is right now. I know she’ll do anything.

  “Take off your jeans,” I tell her.

  She can play the game just as well as I can. She keeps her gaze locked on mine, searing through me, as she slowly undoes the zip the rest of the way. She makes a point to wriggle her hips as she slides out of the jeans, letting them pool around her feet before she steps out of them.

  “Panties too,” I say, but she sets her jaw hard.

  “You first.” She arches an eyebrow. “Shirt and jeans have got to go.”

  I grin. But fair’s fair, after all. So I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it up and over my head, tossing it into one corner. Her eyes go straight to my chest, and I smirk, watching her study the muscles, as if she’s counting every single one of my six-pack.

  “What’s the matter, never seen all these before?” I lift one eyebrow at her.

  “Not really,” she replies, surprising me with the truth. This girl has a way of doing that. Of being so walled-off and defensive when anyone else would be open and normal, but then opening up at moments like these, right when I least expect it.

  She’s the kind of girl who could never get boring, I’m sure of that much, at least.

  “Come on,” she eggs, with the kind of grin that no one in his right mind could possibly say no to. “Jeans too.” Then she hooks a thumb under the side of her panties, toying with that delicate, lacy fabric. “Or don’t you want me to lose these?”

  I’ve never taken off my pants so fast in my fucking life. I drop them beside us, kick them out of the way, and then I refuse to wait any longer. I advance, pinning her against the side of the car, her warm, soft body pressed up against mine, so fucking soft, everywhere that I’m hard.

  “My turn,” I say, my voice so low it’s nearly a growl. But I can feel her react, feel her breath catch with her chest pressed up against mine, and I’m close enough to watch the way her irises flare wide with desire.

  “Your turn,” she agrees, her voice barely a breath, before I dip to claim her mouth with mine, kissing her harder than before, sucking at her lower lip, nipping gently at the skin until she gasps.

  All the while, my hands follow the curve of her, from her breasts down the taper of her waist and back out to the flare of her hips, before I arch them up and over, under the slim hemline of those barely-there panties, and down to grip her ass tightly in both fists.

  Fuck, she has an incredible ass.

  One that tightens as she arches her hips against mine, grinding into me. And fuck, there’s only the few tiniest scraps of fabric separating us, her lacy panties and my boxers, so she’s practically grinding right against my cock, which presses against her belly, the soft rise of her mound.

  “Someone’s eager,” I say softly, my voice filled with amusement.

  “I noticed,” she replies, arching an eyebrow. Then, as if to demonstrate, she does a slow roll of her hips, pushing her body more firmly against my rock hard cock.

  I feather her jawline with kisses, soft and light, to keep myself under control . Until I reach her ear, where my lips brush against the sensitive skin there as I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

  She shivers, then, and the motion fucking kills me, pressed up as she is against my hard shaft. But I don’t give her time to recover, or to distract me again. In one easy motion, I hook my thumb around her panties and jerk them down. The moment they’re over her hips, they fall to the floor quickly, so I can slide one hand between her thighs.

  She’s soaked.

  “Thirsty girl,” I point out, my gaze fixed on hers, filled with heat.

  She makes a little noise in the back of her throat that I take for encouragement, and I spread the lips of her pussy with my fingertips, pressing the tip in to stroke along her slit. At the same time, I and tug my boxers down, stepping out of them.

  The second they fall, Selena’s eyes go straight to my cock, widening with what looks like a mixture of surprise and desire. “Fuck. You’re so… big…”

  I’ve gotten that reaction before. I smirk a little, knowing what she’s seeing. My hard cock standing at attention, swollen with desire for her, the veins along the edges standing out from the rest. But I have eyes only for that sweet pussy of hers. I use my hands to nudge her legs wider, then push one finger inside her, savoring the way it glides right in, slickly, since she’s already so wet for me.

  “Oh god,” she manages.

  I just grin and add a second finger.

  She moans this time, arching her hips up and off the car, toward me. But I don’t let her get comfortable, not yet. I’ll give her what she wants when I want her to have it.

  Drawing my fingers out of her, I ignore the little faint gasp of protest that escapes her lips. Instead, I bend down for my jeans, root through the pockets until I come up with the condom I keep stashed in the one pocket, for emergencies. This definitely qualifies. I tear the corner of the packet with my teeth and slide out the condom, unrolling it over my hard shaft with one expert hand, my eyes fixed on Selena’s the whole time.

  She doesn’t look at me, though. She’s too busy watching what I’m doing, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. Girl wants it bad.

  There’s som
ething sexy as fuck about knowing how desperate a girl is to get you inside her. “You want me to fuck you now, Selena?” I ask, my voice low and thrumming with suppressed desire.

  “Yes,” she breathes, without even waiting to take a breath, and she reaches for my cock. I let her take it, let her feel the hard length of my shaft, try to wrap her hands around me. It takes both of her hands to circle me entirely, at the base, and I notice her lower lip quiver when she touches me, gauging my size.

  “You sure about that?” I arch one eyebrow, smirking, even though I’m just as desperate to get my hands on her, truth be told. But I want to hear her say it. I want her to beg me for it.

  “God, yes, Antonio, fuck. Please fuck me.”

  With a grin somewhere between animal and feral, I step forward again, pinning her against the car once more. And then I wrap both hands around her waist and lift her against it, so her ass splays against the unbroken rear window. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I balance her there with one arm while I reach down with my free hand to grip the base of my shaft, and guide the tip to her entrance.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the first minute I laid eyes on you,” I murmur, our lips bare inches apart.

  Hers tremble. But after a moment, she raises her eyes, locks them onto mine. “I want to feel your cock inside me,” she says.

  Fuck. The mouth on this woman.

  “If that’s what you want,” I say, soft and low. And then the tip of my shaft is pressed up against her pussy lips, parting them. I find her entrance, and she lets out a sigh that transitions into a low, lasting moan, as I slowly, slowly press my cock inside her.

  Fuck she’s tight. Her pussy grips me hard as a fist, and I have to go slow, easing into her an inch at a time. All the while her legs tighten around my waist, and her hands dig into my shoulders as she clings to me. I can feel her chest pressed against mine, her nipples hard as rocks in the cool air of the garage. We’re both messy as hell, streaks of grease on our hands and forearms from the work we were doing.

  If you ask me, it only makes Selena hotter.