21 Taboo Tales

by Robin Pressley

  The mechanic narrowed his eyes.

  “Yes ma’am,” he said. “That’ll be 10 grand like we’s agreed.”

  My stomach tightened. That wasn’t what we had agreed on at all. I definitely don’t have that kind of money. What is this creep trying to pull?

  “Wait a minute, that’s not the price you told me on the phone.”

  “Well now,” he says in a low voice. “You ain’t tryin’ to cheat ol’ Wade are you?”

  He steps closer to me as he talks, the look in his eyes getting sharper. I try to sidle around to the door, and I catch a glimpse of my Uber driving away. God damn it.

  “You know that’s not true,” I say. “You’re the one who’s being dishonest.”

  He licked his lips and steps closer to me.

  “If’n you ain’t got the money,” he rasps, “Maybe you can pay me back another way…”

  His eyes flick up and down over my body. He all up in my grill now, and I can smell is foul breath. It makes me want to gag. I think back to the self-defense classes I’ve taken, and I’m getting ready to haul off and kick him as hard as I can right in the balls. But suddenly a voice comes, deep and snarling from the other side of the garage.

  “Back off, Wade.”

  It’s Nolan. He’s standing in the garage door. He’s so big and tall that as he moves forward he casts a shadow that falls completely over the creepy little mechanic.

  A wave of relief washes over me. But behind that feeling is another one. Something deeper. I feel my heart beat faster and my skin flushes with warmth.

  “Hey now, Nolan,” the mechanic sputtered, “there’s no need for—”

  “Shut up.”

  The mechanic does as he’s told. It was like his whole body becomes smaller as he takes a step back, raising his palms in a gesture that says “please don’t hurt me.”

  Nolan steps beside me, placing his big rough hand on my shoulder. Desire ripples through me. He doesn’t know how much I’ve been dreaming of his touch for the past days. He doesn’t realize the way he has invaded my dreams.

  Nolan turns to me and speaks softly, but in that deep rumbling voice of his.

  “Jordyn, go outside and wait in my car. The black Mustang. It’s open.”

  I start to say something, but he stops me.

  “I’ll take care of this, Jordyn.”

  Normally I really don’t like having a guy tell me what to do. I’m an independent girl. I can take care of myself, thank you very much. And honestly, if that creepy mechanic had tried anything physical, I think I could have held my own against him, even as small as I am. But there is something in Nolan’s voice when he speaks to me — a warmth. I know I will do anything he asks of me. Anything.

  I touch my hand to his chest. His heart is thundering beneath his shirt.

  “OK,” I say.

  He squeezes my shoulder ever so gently with his big hand. I walk out of the garage. Sure enough, there is an old-school black muscle car parked outside. I thought maybe Nolan came here in his tow truck to bring in another car, but I guess not. Why did he come here then?

  Something tells me he came specifically to check up on me and my car, but that can’t be.

  After a few minutes, Nolan emerges from the garage and strides toward the car. He comes around to my side and opens the door.

  “Jordyn, I’m so sorry about all of this. I guess I knew Wade was a bit of jerk, but I never thought he would try to pull something like this.”

  “Nolan, please don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be thanking you for showing up when you did.”

  He smiles warmly.

  “Anyway, I don’t think Wade will be bothering any young ladies anymore. I’ve given him his warning.”

  “Nolan,” I gasp, “you didn’t hurt him did you?”

  Through the windshield I see Wade stumble out the garage cupping his crotch with a pained look on his face.

  “He’ll live,” Nolan growls. “He’ll need an ice pack for his nuts though. As of today, I’m done doing business with Wade. I want you to bring your car over to my shop.”

  “Oh, you have your own repair shop?” I ask. “I didn’t realize that.”

  “Well, not a repair shop exactly. But yeah, I do work on cars too. We’re going to take your beetle over there. It looks like Wade did the minimum repairs necessary to get it running again, but it’s only a matter of time before it breaks down again. I want you to bring it to my shop so I can really fix it.”

  The tone of his voice makes it clear that he’s not asking or offering that I take my car to his shop. No, this is an order. He’s commanding me. He’s not being harsh about it, though—there’s a soft warm undercurrent to his voice that makes we want to do whatever he tells me too.

  But there’s a little problem.

  “Nolan, I’m practically broke as a joke,” I tell him. “There’s no way I can pay for more repairs for Vinny right now.”

  “Vinny?”

  Whoa, he just totally tensed up when I said that. I wonder what that’s all about.

  “Vinny is my nickname for my car,” I laugh. “I know. I’m a nerd.”

  Nolan relaxes and chuckles a little.

  “Anyway, I’m not going to bill you for working on Vinny,” he says. “It’s going to be strictly pro bono. You can think of it as my way of making it up to you for putting you in this shitty situation with Wade. Now, do you have to work today or anything?”

  I shake my head. Tonight is my day off at the bar where I work, and I don’t have any nursing classes today.

  “Good,” Nolan says with a smile. “Then you can follow me back to my shop. I’ll go slow just in case Vinny has any problems along the way.”

  There he goes again. He’s not asking, he’s telling. Normally that kind of bossiness would piss me off, but Nolan has all of the alpha qualities to back it up.

  Anyway, getting Vinny well and truly fixed up would be amazing. Plus, I definitely wouldn’t mind the chance to spend a little more time around Nolan, even it is just going to be strictly professional. I’d like for it to be much more than that, but I remind myself that’s impossible.

  That’s okay. I’m an adult. I can keep myself under control, right?

  “Okay,” I agree, climbing out from the passenger seat of his truck. “I’ll follow your lead, Nolan.”

  6. NOLAN

  “Wow, this place is amazing, Nolan!”

  Jordyn is strolling through my auto shop, checking out all of the custom cars that I’m working on. My place is totally different from Wade’s. I keep everything pristine and all of my tools are state of the art. I should have just brought her car here in the first place, but I guess I felt like that would have been inappropriate. But now I feel like shit for getting her mixed up with that creep Wade. Well, he won’t be messing with her anymore. I made sure of that.

  “But I thought you were just a tow truck driver,” Jordyn says and then blushes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, Nolan.”

  “No worries,” I laugh. “But the tow truck is just a part of my bigger business restoring hot rods. I spend a lot of time traveling to junkyards to pick up old cars that I can use for parts. I used to pay someone to do that for me, but I figured what the hell, I’ll just get my own truck and do it myself.”

  Not to brag, but my shop is the best in the city. I struggled at it for years, but in the end it’s paid off. I’ve made a fortune doing top-level custom jobs. However, all of my hard work has required some sacrifices, like not starting a family. I guess if I had found the right woman, things would be different.

  “Do you operate this whole place by yourself?” Jordyn asks, “It’s huge.”

  “Hell no,” I snort. “I’ve got a whole team of guys that work form me. Best mechanics in the country. But today is the day we’re closed, so that’s why no one else is here, which is perfect. It means I can work on your car in peace and quiet.

  There’s another reason why it’s perfect that we’re alone, but I don’t want
to say it out loud.

  “Come over here, I want to show you something.”

  I lead her down to the end of the shop to show her one of the cars that we’re in the process of working on for a client.

  “Oh my God,” Jordyn squeals. “Nolan, that is too cute! It’s just like the movies.”

  What I’m showing her is a custom VW beetle like hers, only this one has been done up to look just like Herbie. It’s got the classic red white and blue racing stripes and the racing-style number 53 on the front luggage compartment lid, doors, and engine lid

  “Can you do mine like that, Nolan?” Jordyn teases.

  “I can do it any way you want it,” I tell her, my voice clouding with desire.

  Almost without realizing it, I’m standing behind her, my hands on her shoulders. As if by instinct she leans her body back into mine. He soft little tush presses against my crotch, and it’s a good thing my jeans are tight enough to hold my hard cock down.

  “Nolan,” she half-whispers, “You don’t have to do that.”

  I’m not sure what she means by “that” but I do know that I’m about three seconds away from crossing the line with this sweet little girl. I back off. She lets out a sigh that sounds like it could be from disappointment.

  “Well, let me get underneath Vinny and take a look,” I tell her, walking back across the big garage. “I won’t be able to fix everything today, but I can make a start.”

  A few minutes later, and I’m lying on my back on a rolling mechanic’s creeper looking up at the undercarriage of Jordyn’s car. I’m tinkering with it and trying to stay focused as she walks around looking at things. Every now and then I look over at her bare calves as she strolls by, and my cock pulses with desire for her.

  Shit, gotta focus. Can’t think of her that way. But she’s not helping any.

  “I’ve always been so impressed with a man that can fix things,” Jordyn says in a seductive, breathy voice.

  “Oh you know, it’s no big deal really…”

  I just try to stay focused on the machine that I’m fixing. It takes every ounce of my will power to stop myself from thinking about how much I’d like to take out my tool and go to work on Jordyn’s undercarriage instead.

  Her feet stop moving and I hear her sit down.

  “I think it is a big deal, Nolan,” she says. “I like it when a man knows how to use his hands. When he’s totally in control of the situation. It’s just so…oh what’s the word I’m looking for?”

  I don’t offer any suggestions, and I try not to let on that right now I am barely in control of anything. Does this girl have any idea how much I’m struggling to hold back my forbidden desire for her young body?

  “Hot,” she breathes. “That’s the word I was looking for. Hot.”

  I don’t answer her. I can’t. I just wipe the back of my hand across my brow, smudging away the sweat developing there.

  “Nolan,” she calls. Her voice sounds so soft and young. So innocent. I swallow hard. Does she have any idea what she is doing to me? I don’t move.

  “Nolan,” she says again, “Look at me.”

  She’s going to be the death of me. She really is.

  I roll the creeper out from under the bug and tilt my head up to look at her. She’s sitting on a metal folding chair by the workbench, her little knees together, her head bent low. She is looking right at me from under her lashes. She looks like a cat getting ready to pounce.

  She spreads her legs apart slowly, swinging her left leg out first, then her right. Her cutoffs are so short I can see damn near everything except a thin little strip of denim is covering her pussy lips.

  I go to get up off my back and bump my head on the running board.

  “Oh, be careful!” she says, gliding off her stool and walking toward me.

  “I’m fine” I grunt, as I squint in pain. When I open my eyes, she is standing right over me, straddling me.

  “Do you want me to kiss it, make it better?” she purrs.

  But she doesn’t bother to wait for my answer. The next thing I know she has lowered her hips onto my crotch. She’s so soft and warm between her legs.

  She leans forward and stretches herself out on top of me, her big firm breasts pressed against my chest. She grips my shoulders and pulls her face close to mine smiling. She kisses my forehead where I bumped it. The pain from bumping my head disappears instantly, but her kiss burns like fire.

  “Jordyn,” I whisper.

  And then her mouth is on mine, hot and wet and hungry.

  7. JORDYN

  I crush my lips against his so hard that it hurts—a delicious, desperate kind of pain. I flick my tongue along his lips and pepper his face and neck with kisses. The taste of his skin and his powerful masculine smell is driving me wild.

  I know I’m throwing myself at him. I’m not even asking permission. But there is at least one part of him that didn’t seem to mind, and that part is as hard as an iron rod between his legs. I start rolling my hips, rubbing myself against his pole.

  Holy shit, he is packing a real monster in his jeans. Seriously, that thing feels like it must be bigger around than my freaking wrist. I feel a slight twinge of regret as I realize that I’ll never be able to feel his gigantor cock inside me due to the problem with my super-tight pussy.

  But I’m so wrapped up in the heat of the moment, that thought gets pushed aside. For now, I’m more than happy to feel his cock stroking against my outside.

  I spread my legs as wide as I can and hump him. The aching between my legs is so intense that I can’t bear it.

  Nolan knits his brow, and I know he’s feeling it too. I rub myself against him deep and hard. I want to make him cum in his jeans. And as I rub and hump and stroke, that desperate ache grows and deepens. I’m so wet that it’s soaking through my own jeans and coating the insides of my thighs.

  Nolan brings his hands up to my hips, but he gives no resistance. He doesn’t try to stop me as I rub my desire against him. In fact, he’s helping me grind against him even harder and more deeply.

  “I’m wanna come,” I moan into his ear. “Oh god, I wanna come so bad.”

  And then, out of nowhere, it just slips out

  “I wanna come so bad, Daddy!”

  And then I do, and hard.

  My climax ripples outward from my core, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. My muscles clench and release, and my body spasms wildly as I lose myself in the intense orgasm. I’m only faintly aware of the intense wetness exploding between my legs as I gush onto his lap.

  It seems to last for minutes. Aftershocks of the orgasm echo through me a few more times until I finally have to stop rubbing because I’m too sensitive down there. I collapse on top of him, limp as a ragdoll.

  “Jordyn?”

  I suddenly feel the whole reality of the situation come rushing over me. What the fuck did I just do? How did I get so out of control? Did I just fucking call him Daddy? I jump up off of him wringing my hands.

  “Oh my god Nolan, I’m so sorry!”

  I can’t believe myself. I’ve never done anything like that before. I mean, talk about jumping a guy’s bones. He probably thinks I’m completely insane. I can’t look him in the eye

  “Jordyn, it’s okay, I—”

  “I’m so sorry!” I say again. I can feel my face scrunching and tears welling up inside. I’m going to cry and I don’t want him to see it, so I run out of the garage, the whole world a tear-stained blur.

  How am I such a mess?

  8. NOLAN

  Lucky for me, I just happen to keep an extra pair of jeans in the garage because I just came buckets all inside the pair I was wearing. Jordyn did quite a number on the outside too. I change and then head out to find where Jordyn has run off too.

  My head is still reeling from it. The vision of her moaning and screaming on top of me—the expression of exquisite agony on her face. God, she is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

  And she had called me �
�Daddy.”

  I shake my head. It feels so wrong, and yet…I want to hear her sweet voice say it again. But first I need to find out where the fuck she went. Just as soon as the whole whirlwind started, it was over and she ran off crying. Did I do something wrong to upset her?

  Finally, I find her sitting on the back porch of the shop. She’s got her head down and her hair is covering up her face like she’s trying to hide.

  Fuck seeing her like this pains me something awful. I don’t want this sweet girl to feel bad ever. It’s my duty as a man to make sure that I take care of whatever problems she’s got. But right now I’m so damn confused. I have no clue what’s going on with her. One minute she’s hornier than a jackrabbit, rubbing herself out on my aching hard cock, and the next she’s crying.

  Maybe it’s some personal issue she’s got. Maybe I don’t have any right to go sticking my nose in her business. But my protective side is too strong. I have to get to the bottom of this and make her feel good again.

  Lord knows she just made me feel really good a few minutes ago when she humped me so hard that I blew in my jeans.

  I sit down beside her and rub her back.

  “Jordyn,” I whisper. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to upset you.”

  She chokes out a sob and her whole body shudders under my touch, but she leans into me ever so slightly.

  “Oh Nolan,” she sighs, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I mean, I just jumped on you without even asking permission. I don’t know what came over me.”

  Smiling, I reach up and thumb a tear from her soft cheek.

  “Sugar, you can jump on me anytime you like. No permission necessary. I’ll just have to make sure I keep a spare pair of jeans around all the time.”

  At that, she giggles through her tears. Then she glances down at the crotch of her shorts, which are absolutely drenched from where her pussy gushed when she was riding me. She quickly snaps her knees together to hide it, and her face flushes the cutest shade of pink.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps. “I can’t believe what a mess I made. Nolan, I’m really sorry I—”

  I shush her with my thumb, brushing it slowly along the soft cushion of her plump bottom lip. Fuck those lips felt so good pressed against mine. I can’t help thinking about how good they would feel wrapped around my cock. As if on cue, it bucks inside my britches.