by Maggie Kane
She moans and rocks her hips in time. I lavish my tongue over and over. Soon, she is screaming my name, and her hips buck wildly against my mouth. I stay with her, working her with my tongue, lapping up her juices. As soon as the last mighty quake has rocked her, I slide myself home inside her. My mouth is hard against hers, and her tongue tastes her orgasm on my lips. She moans as I thrust hard.
The condom feels like it is 800 miles away. I drag my mouth away. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“I’m good. Fuck me, Garrett. Please.” Her last word is a moan of need and longing. I kneel over her so I can watch her as I thrust home inside her again. Her breasts bounce with every motion, and she is pulling hard on the ties, arching her back up. She is like a vice grip around my dick. Holy fuck, she is a goddess, I think as her legs wrap around my waist.
That was the last thought I had before I lose myself, dick first in paradise.
Chapter 11
Mia
I open my eyes up blearily and am thoroughly confused. Naked, not my bed, lean, toned man next to me. It all takes a few moments to process. I had been sleeping like the dead, and my mind has a long way to come to return from its deepest realms. Finally, pieces start to fall into place and I remember.
I remember screaming Garrett’s name as I crashed through the most powerful orgasm in my life while he pounded me until he joined me. I couldn’t see anything but every touch of his mouth, every thrust of his hip, the ragged edge to his breathing are all etched in my memory. I remember how he had untied my hands and blindfold and pulled me close to his chest. He had run his hands lightly over my skin marveling at how soft it is until we both fell asleep.
Oh, God, I think. What did I just do? I wasn’t worried about getting pregnant or a disease. I had the arm implant, and if there was ever a man who was clean as a whistle, it is Garrett. But, I can’t stop thinking that I just let a man tie me up and fuck me. I wonder if that makes me a whore, and I chew my bottom lip as I think about it.
A wave of desire rolls through me as I think about last night. It had been intense but tender; erotically edgy but safe all at the same time. Garrett had been masterful in his control of the situation. He read me like a book and had made my body do things that I never knew it was capable of.
The bedside clock says it is 7:23. I need to get moving to be to work on time. I try to slip away without disturbing him.
“Going somewhere, Ms. Andrews?”
I feel a flash of heat in response his warm, sexy voice. Now, when he uses ‘Ms. Andrews’, instead of feeling like a kid in school, I feel like he is addressing me as a woman, an equal. It feels way different than it did 24 hours ago.
“Work. I’ve got to go if I’m going to get there on time.” I don’t resist as his arm snakes around me to pull me back down. My doubts of a few moments ago evaporate at his touch. I want to stay in this bed with Garrett and his hard, warm body forever.
“Mia,” whispers my name against my neck, sending shivers down my body. His hands are exploring my body, and I melt back against him. His tongue gently traces the tip of my ear before he pulls it between his teeth. I sigh out a moan and push back harder against him. His fingers roll my nipple as he tugs again at my earlobe.
My phone chimes distantly from the other room where I had left my purse last night. That is my alarm and if I don’t get my ass in gear, I will never make it back to my place, get ready and be at work by 9:00. With a monumental effort, I push away from Garrett. He doesn’t try to hold me. He just lays there watching me as I step into my dress from last night and button up the back.
I don’t see my panties and my bra is half hiding under the chair. I decide to leave them as a surge of emotions rises inside me. I berate myself for being a fool and acting like an idiot. What grown woman wakes up in a strange bed with a man she barely knows and pulls on last night’s dress? I’ve never done it before and feelings of shame rise inside me. I feel Garrett’s eyes on me, and I force myself to meet them.
I have no idea what to say. What do you say to a man who just tied you to a bed and made you feel more alive than you ever had before? I wish with all my might that I would suddenly develop the power to teleport myself. Short of that, I would settle for the floor simply opening and swallowing me whole. I don’t have any luck with either so I just look at those blue eyes that are boring right through me.
“Thanks for dinner,” I finally manage. “I guess you’ll let me know about the car?” The awkwardness is heavy in the air now, and I am completely at a loss. So, I do what anyone in their right mind would do, I run for it. I don’t literally run from the room. It’s more of a jog.
I have my purse and am at the door before his voice freezes my feet.
“Stop, Ms. Andrews,” Garrett says from a few paces behind me. The hard edge is there and I feel my stomach drop as a wave of goosebumps ripple over my arms. I hope he tells me to get on my knees again, I think. A heartbeat later, I think, I hope he doesn’t try to stop me.
I don’t move. I stop with my hand on the doorknob, and my face close to the door. I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the door. I wait for him to tell me that last night was a mistake or even worse, to remind me that I was paid in full for car repairs.
He stands close to me with his body pressing close to mine. He sweeps my hair to the side to gain access to my neck. I tilt my head in invitation even as my mind is telling me to open the door and leave. His lips brush that spot on my neck that is directly connected to my pussy. He lightly touches his tongue there, and I feel my core clench in response. I want him to fuck me right there in the entryway.
“You are so beautiful,” he says simply. “Don’t for a moment think otherwise.” He reaches around me to twist the door handle, and poof- I’m standing on the porch without having realized my feet carried me there. Go figure, I can teleport after all. I allow his words to sink in. I feel my body go hot and cold and shivery all over. That was definitely not what I had been expecting.
Feeling surprisingly light, I hop in the borrowed Audi and head home to get ready for work.
Chapter 12
Garrett
I work all weekend on Mia’s car. I knew it was a mess, but I had no idea how much until I started digging. I called in several favors to get the parts I needed delivered on the weekend, but by Monday morning, the car is done. Mike would have taken a solid week and a half working on it at the garage. Of course, I worked on it for almost the same amount of time because I couldn’t sleep for images of Mia tied to my bed tormenting me.
I’m tired, crabby, and horny as hell when I pull Mia’s car into the garage. It is early, and Mike isn’t in yet. I tuck the car in behind the tire racks in the spare bay, hoping that he won’t notice, and I won’t have to tell him to mind his own fucking business.
I called Mia this morning to let her know the car was done. I invited her over for dinner tonight to swap vehicles. She flat out refused to meet me anywhere but here at the garage. I sensed she was still trying to come to terms with what had happened three nights ago. She had been all business, calling me Mr. Castle and telling me she would make sure she topped off the Audi before bringing it in. She had left an envelope with $700.00 on my coffee table Saturday morning. This morning she said that she trusted the account was settled and told me that I could just leave the keys in the ignition. She would leave the Audi where she had found it. That way I wouldn’t have to interrupt my work.
I had told her that I would have her keys on my desk and that her account was most certainly not settled. I told her I expected to see her in my office by the close of business today. Then I had hung up. I felt a little guilty knowing that she was going to go through the whole day off balance and upset, wondering what I meant about her account.
I pace around the office unable to settle to any task before forcing myself into my chair to start work. I want her here, now. Mike wanders in about 20 minutes late and looks in to see me staring at a blank computer screen.
“Must
have been one hell of a weekend,” he comments and continues on to the bay where his first project of the day is waiting. I can’t even bring myself to chew him out for his tardiness, a Monday morning ritual for the last 5 years.
By noon, I am ready to spontaneously combust. I‘m talking on the phone to a supplier about a part that was supposed to have been in this morning and not listening to his excuses as to why it wasn’t. I hang up, cutting the jackass off in mid-sentence. He will have the part over even faster now since he wants to keep my business and thinks I am beyond angry with him. I couldn’t care less where the part is. I just saw Mia get out of my Audi.
I wait for her in my office. Mike brings her back and gives me a rogue wink before he walks away, pointedly closing the door behind him. She is in a sharp, black power suit with a jacket and skirt that fits her curves perfectly. She stands in front of my desk and drops the keys to the Audi in the middle of it.
“What do I owe you,” she asks, not looking directly at me. Her gaze is focused somewhere in the vicinity of my left ear. I see she has a death grip on her purse.
“Nothing. I believe I owe you.”
Her eyes snap to meet mine, trying to read what I mean in my face. I open a desk drawer with casual slowness and pull out the envelope she had left on my coffee table. I slide it across the desk to her. She makes no move to take it.
“We had a deal, Mr. Castle. Dinner and $700.00 for a running car. I would assume that since I have been summoned here this afternoon, you have completed your side of the bargain?”
Hello, Ice Queen, I think and resolve that she will melt before she leaves.
“You stayed Ms. Andrews,” I remind her in a very soft, dangerous voice.
“I would prefer to keep the original agreement for the repair. What happened,” her words falter, and I watch her flounder for a moment before she plunges ahead, “The rest of it should be regarded as entirely separate.” She meets my eye and I want to clap for an award-winning performance. Her face is flaming red, and her neck is blotchy. She is upset, embarrassed, angry and if I’m not mistaken, aroused.
“Come with me, Ms. Andrews. Let me show you a few things on your car so you don’t undo all of my hard work.” I walk out of the office, leaving the envelope on the desk, and her scrambling to catch up.
I weave through the stacks of tires and lounge against the hood of the little car. Three large double tier racks of tires separate this bay from the other two, and we mainly use it for storage. I can hear Mike working on something and singing along with the radio.
Mia follows me and stops several feet away from me and crosses her arms in front of her. “Mr. Castle, I have a presentation in exactly 1 hour that I cannot be late for. Can we move this along?”
“Come here, Ms. Andrews.” I put an edge in my voice, and I see her eyes widen slightly. She approaches warily and glances over to the neighboring bay to see if Mike is going to rescue her.
She stops a step away from me and meets my eye, issuing one of her unspoken challenges. You just chose the wrong time to throw down the gauntlet, I think. “What is it that you want to show me,” she asks and looks over at the car, trying to seem impatient. I can see her pulse jumping in her neck, and the red blotches have only intensified.
“You need to see this,” I say as I undo my jeans. My cock is rock hard and is eager to be free from its confines. She sucks in a breath, her mouth opening slightly as she stares at it. I stroke it slowly, and she swallows and licks her lips.
The bell rings in response to a car pulling up outside. Mia jumps and starts to back up.
“Get on your knees, Ms. Andrews,” I say in a low, hard command. She looks at my cock, then up to my eyes, and back down to where I am still slowly stroking. The garage door goes up in the farthest bay and unintelligible voices mix in with Mike’s music. “Now,” I bark, and I see her desire win out over her caution.
She pulls her skirt up a bit and drops to her knees. I don’t even get a chance to say another word before her mouth is around me. She is hungry for it and sucks hard and deep. Her mouth is bliss around me as she slides my full length into her mouth and throat. She holds me there and bounces just a little, working the tip. Pulling back, she sets into a rhythm, sucking hard. I feel my hips flex with her, and her hand joins her mouth. Her firm grip strokes and twists, working in tandem with her hot wet mouth. She is making soft moaning noises, and I can imagine how wet she is right now. I think about bending her over the back of the car and thrusting my hips hard.
I want to bury my hands in her hair, but it is pulled up in a tight twist. I remember that she has a presentation for school, and I don’t want to mess up her hair. I steady myself with one hand on the car and the other rests lightly on her head. I clamp my mouth shut, trapping the moan of pleasure trying to escape. I can hear Mike in the far bay talking and wish he and whoever he was talking to would go the fuck away.
She pulls her mouth away from my dick and works it hard and fast with her hand. She has just the right pressure, and it is slippery from her mouth. She drops her head and licks my balls. I do groan, but keep it low and quiet. Her mouth is magic as she licks and sucks the boys. Her hand is working its own magic, and she has me close to the edge. When she moves her mouth to clamp back on my cock with the intensity of a vacuum on steroids, I let myself go.
Thrusting hard into her mouth, I explode. My roar of ecstasy is trapped in my chest. Her hands are on my hips, drawing them toward her harder on every stroke. She sucks until I stop pulsing. Looking up at me, she deliberately swallows and smiles a slow sexy smile. She grabs me and licks the tip where a little more cum is leaking out before sucking me lightly some more.
Mia pushes herself gracefully to her feet and kisses me softly on the mouth. I can taste myself on her tongue and it is incredibly hot. I am not done with her, but I have to force myself to let her step away and slide into her car. I get myself arranged and back in my jeans before I press the button to raise the bay door.
My heart rate is just beginning to fall when I hear Mike yelling for me. I double check that I am decent before I step around the stacks of tires to meet my next customer.
Chapter 13
Mia
I pull over a few blocks away. My hands are shaking, and my mind is scattered. It is definitely not safe for me to be driving. I take deep breaths and will myself to slow down. I have never done anything like that before. There were people just on the other side of those tires. I had wanted to be on my knees in front of him from the moment he called me this morning. All he had to do was say the word. What the fuck is wrong with me?
The weekend had been a sickening elevator ride of heady rushes of lust and excitement followed by plummeting doubts of bewilderment and shame. I had decided last night, or more like the wee hours of this morning, after putting the finishing touches on my project, that I was going to conclude my business with Garrett Castle and that would be the end of our acquaintance. It was done, and it wasn’t going to happen again.
My resolve had lasted less than 12 hours. I had it all planned out when he called this morning. I thought I would be safe as long as we met at the garage. What a naïve idiot I am. I give myself a mental shake. My internship was riding on my presentation in 30 minutes. I need to get my act together.
I wrestle the images of Garrett out of my mind and lock them away in a little corner. I know they will not stay there willingly, but I have them cornered for the moment. I swing into the parking spot with plenty of time to spare. I check my appearance in the rearview mirror. Other than some darkness under my eyes thanks to several sleepless nights, I look like a put together young professional woman. You can’t tell that I had been in flagrante delicto just moments ago.
I put on my game face and concentrate on my proposal. If this goes well, I hope to land an internship that will launch my career. I watch two of my classmates’ presentations before my name is called. I take a deep breath and walk with confidence to the podium. I am in the zone. This is my shot, and nobody
, certainly not Garrett Castle, is going to mess it up.
“Good afternoon. Thank you for coming to suffer through what must be tedious amateur presentations to your trained eye. I appreciate that you came in person as opposed to sending a flunky in your place while you put your time to better use perfecting your golf swing.” I had their attention and had received several smiles and chuckles. I feel it all click into place as I dive into the project that I have been pouring my heart and soul into for weeks. It is a SWAT analysis of a local business, and I have several practical, affordable, and creative ways they can improve their advertising and sales. The 20-minute presentation is done in a nanosecond. I receive a solid round of applause and several nods as I leave the front of the room.
Cara, my best friend, is in the back of the room waiting for me. We get out the door before she squeals with excitement. “Holy shit, Mia! That was fantastic!” She practically tackles me one of her exuberant hugs. I take a couple of steps back at the force of her embrace and stumble into a tall, nice looking man just walking out of the door.
