by Ciara Cole
Maya told herself he had to feel the same pull she did. She saw how he looked at her when he first saw her tonight, in her comely attire and mysterious evening makeup to complement her look. As they talked and ate, he never said or did anything out of place, or touched her inappropriately. Yet beneath the surface, and within the glint in his eyes and the husky heat of his voice, lay a spicy temptation. Telling Maya that it was up to her, to give in to it or shy away out of fear or self-preservation. Of course, she didn’t want to get hurt. Yet, neither did she want a golden opportunity to pass her by.
When something felt so natural, it was easy to simply let instinct take over. By the end of their dinner, Maya already knew she wanted this to go beyond tonight. Though how far was she willing to go, she couldn’t as yet ascertain.
Maybe she wouldn’t need to. Because there would be sometimes that everything would just align, and nature would simply take its course. Maya liked that Alain was confident, yet not brashly cocky. That he exuded control and dominance, without being arrogant or overbearing. He just had the whole package, making it easy for Maya to feel safe with him. Safe enough, to invite him in, by the end of the evening he’d brought her home.
Her reason was she wanted to see what he would think about the collection of cars stored in the garage, which had an entryway leading up to her apartment. The space was built to accommodate several cars but now held three. Though Maya had sometimes used it as a mudroom she’d mostly kept it free of clutter.
There were lockers and a workbench system, as well as various shelves, hook and racks affixed to the wall, which held the tools while keeping much of the checkerboard PVC tile free.
“The place is in pretty good shape,” Alain noted.
“I thought you’d be more interested in what shape the cars were in. Being a car nut and all,” she teased, and Alain turned to her with a small smile.
“Why do I have the nagging feeling you think I lied about being a mechanic. Am I right?”
Maya laughed at that. “Of course not. I believed everything you told me.”
Her bright smile slowly faded as Alain’s eyes gleamed at her breathy, artless words. The moment suddenly felt charged, and Maya was all the more conscious that she was alone with Alain in the dimly lit garage.
To her relief, he then broke the atmosphere by turning away and suggesting they look over the cars. Two were classic models, and really caught Alain’s attention as he gave a cursory look over them. Words like chassis, fabrication, painting and prep and other technical automotive terms mostly went over Maya’s head as Alain spoke about the work the cars needed done. But she did like his enthusiasm and his depth of knowledge about cars and engines.
There was something so irresistible and sexy about that. Maya couldn’t help the way her heart pounded and her nerves tightened as she listened to him while watching him move around checking things over with the cars. At one point he had to show her something and she drew in close, almost leaning over him and then realizing, their faces were almost level and their lips just inches from each other.
She hadn’t noticed that Alain was still and silent till she looked up from the car’s interior and her mouth almost brushed his. Maya instinctively reared back and almost landed flat on her ass if Alain hadn’t caught her deftly. One thought instantly coursed through her bloodstream as she felt his arms around her. Strength. Goodness, he was so strong. His touch was powerful and his capable hands made her feel delicate and vulnerable, and so much like a woman.
He didn’t let go of her even after she’d found her balance. Not like her legs could really keep holding her up, considering how wobbly they’d become from being in this situation with Alain. It seemed fate was always throwing them into these circumstances of physical awareness, just like back in the store earlier in the day.
Maya could remember the fleeting fantasy she’d had even as she’d been leading Alain into the dressing room. It had full length mirrors and chaise lounges in rich leather – and most importantly, a lock on the door.
Once inside, Alain would have the door closed and locked, the clothes forgotten as he stepped forward. He would turn Maya to face the mirrors, and with him standing behind her he would reach round and cover her clothed breasts in his big hands.
He wouldn’t have to say a word, as he stroked the nipples with his fingertips until the nubs became evident beneath the silk. Maya would watch, breathless, as Alain gently kissed her neck while opening the buttons on her ultra-feminine blouse. Feeling him nibble sensuously on her flesh, Maya would throw her head back against his shoulder, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the pleasure of Alain’s enticement. But then that sexily accented voice would rasp in her ear, telling her to open her eyes and watch him.
With that. Maya would obediently peel her eyes open and watch Alain finish her blouse, and then scoop out her breasts to swell over the cups of her bra. He would grab her chin and turn her face to the side so he could catch up her mouth in a kiss, as his other hand squeezed her breast and teased her nipples in his thumb and forefinger.
The heat would intensify between Maya’s legs at being kissed and touched by Alain, the moisture starting to trail down her inner thighs. Alain would break off the kiss and work his way down her neck, Maya moaning all the while as he continued to fondle her breasts in both his fine looking hands, so manly and masterful. Their eyes would meet in the mirror, and she would answer his smile with hers, just as she answered his dominant touch with no other thought but surrender.
The memory of that steamy fantasy flashed in mere moments, but it had Maya recognizing that in this instance, she felt exactly the same now as then…felt the irrepressible urge to submit, to completely yield to Alain’s thrilling mastery.
His eyes swept over her face and neck, her skin dewy and glowing, her chest heaving beneath her dress. His arms tightened a fraction, and he drew in a slow, deep breath. “You know two things I can never get enough of?” he said huskily, those ice-blue eyes hooded. “The smell of gasoline – and the smell of an aroused, sexy female.”
“Alain, I…” Maya’s chest felt so choked with excitement she couldn’t form any more speech. Knowing that Alain could tell she desired him was both shaming and exhilarating.
He swooped in for a kiss, and Maya instinctively went still and experienced the first few moments of savory passion, there on Alain’s delicious lips. Stifling a moan, she drew back and turned her head.
“Whoa, Alain, didn’t you consider I just might have a boyfriend,” she protested while pulling out of his hold.
Alain looked around the garage. “He’s not here, is he?” He reached for her again and tugged her purposefully to pin her against him. “And you wouldn’t have shown up for dinner tonight – in that dress – if you had a boyfriend.”
Mixed in with the chagrin she felt that Alain could be so sure the said boyfriend didn’t exist, Maya felt a hidden excitement. He was right about dinner and the dress. The black, clinging silk with its lacy back and the cutout that revealed a diamond-shaped expanse of her spine, was definitely screaming ‘single and ready to mingle’ to the discerning male. There goes my plan to play it subtle, thought Maya wryly.
“I guess you possess keen powers of insight,” she murmured, while her heart pounded as her breasts became tightly pressed to his broad chest, “What other things are you so sure of?”
“Well, for one, that I’m a damn good kisser,” Alain said. “And that deep down, you’re worried what one kiss with me would make you do.”
Maya huffed, just as she grew more breathless by how the distance between their lips grew smaller as he advanced. “Now that sounds like a challenge. What makes you think I’ll bite?” she asked.
“Because you’re just as curious as I am. About this.” He placed his hand on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh through the soft fabric. His touch, his nearness seemed to make the air sizzle with awareness all around them. With her attention on the hand he now had trailing from her hip and up her waist, Maya
was caught unawares when Alain planted a deep kiss on her lips.
Maya made a weak attempt to struggle but the blast of hormones catching fire within her, took over. She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to kiss him back. It started off soft and clinging till Alain deepened the kiss, hungrily devouring her mouth as his hands moved over her body massaging her soft, firm flesh.
Alain hadn’t been joking – he was definitely a good kisser. Her body reacted to the touch of his lips and hands in the strangest way. Her heart was pounding, knees weakening, she felt him capture her plump lower lip and suck it into his mouth. It brought a soft whimper from Maya’s lips and Alain groaned thickly in his throat, pulling her in harder against his body. It was thanks to his firm grip on her that kept Maya from dissolving into a blissful puddle of goo.
Maya was already losing what little control she had left, her nipples throbbing painfully in arousal. She wanted him to take her hard, fast and deep – and all after one soft kiss. Was she crazy?
Sweet, long moments later they parted slowly and looked directly at each other.
“This isn’t right,” Maya said, while thinking, they’d only just met that day – and she barely knew that much about him. Yet how come his touch, his kiss made her want to throw caution to the winds?
“And that makes it twice more fun,” Alain responded, which caused Maya to giggle. However, she wasn’t laughing when Alain slowly yet commandingly began to back her up. He stopped only when Maya felt the solidness of the wall at her back, and then he seized her mouth in another famished kiss.
As their lips dueled hotly, he rubbed his hands over her body. Her breasts, her hips, her ass. He cupped the firm, generous globes and squeezed while letting out a deep, low growl of appreciation.
Maya was having trouble breathing. She couldn’t believe this was happening – her handsome foreign stranger was now passionately making out with her. He lifted her by the waist and carried her towards the nearest car and gently placed her down on the hood. Those knowing hands thoroughly inspected her quivering body, making their way beneath the neckline of her dress. Maya moaned with pleasure as Alain caressed her breasts over her bra. She didn’t even know when she made a grab for his head and pulled him in for a closer kiss. In the meantime, he’d tugged down the cup of her bra and freed her nipples which he gave light tweaks with his fingers. Maya gasped into his mouth, saying his name.
The sound of it on her lips seemed to make him even more enflamed. With a groan he shifted a hand beneath her skirt to press against the wet spot forming on her panties. Maya jumped at first but quickly adjusted to the sensation of Alain touching her lace-covered sex. Even as her head reeled, Alain bent to capture her nipple in his mouth, sucking the areole whole and making Maya moan all the more.
Maya could literally feel her juices dripping from her folds down on the car, as Alain stood between her parted legs. While he sucked on her nipples one after the other, he delved underneath the covering of her panties to stroke her sizzling entrance.
“Fuck. I’m dying to taste you here,” he said while stroking her lush folds, “And find out if you’re as sweet as I imagine. But I’m worried I’ll want more than a taste.”
His accent sounded even sexier now that he was aroused. Maya quivered at his words, also asking herself if she wanted things to go that far so soon. If Alain wanted more, and then more, would she have the heart to stop him? Especially when she knew she wanted him just as badly?
She ached for him, ached to free that impressive bulge in his pants and take his hardness in her palms. Maya wanted to share as much pleasure with him as he’d given her with his lips and fingers. His mouth, sealed over her breasts, and his skilled fingers, stroking on her clit and plunging in and out of her moist hole…It was almost enough to send her off the peak into blissful oblivion.
“If you don’t intend to go all the way, you better stop me now,” he rasped, pale blue eyes blazing directly into her widened brown orbs.
“Alain, I want you, but…”
“Too fast?” he asked after a few moments when her voice petered out. Maya viewed him cautiously, wondering if he’d pay heed to her concerns, or simply venture on with his seduction. Either way, she couldn’t really see herself putting up much of a fight. Not with the way she was hot for him. Just, there was that small part of her that held some doubts if this was what she truly wanted. Sex for the sake of it, nothing more.
Hours later, Maya was still questioning her senses and how she could possibly have let the night end the way it did. Most women would kill to have been in her shoes, the object of desire for one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. Maya kept wishing she could turn back the clock, and maybe it would be Alain keeping her warm in bed and not these mass of pillows surrounding her.
Even a warm soak earlier hadn’t eased her raging urges. She could still remember Alain’s last kiss, filled with the same temptation as ever, and yet mingled with a sweet reassurance – one that told her he understood her hang-ups about tonight. Maya remembered saying something about at least offering him some coffee upstairs, but he’d chuckled darkly and said it wouldn’t be just coffee he’d be interested in if he came up with her. As such, she saw him off to the door and watched his car leave, and it was then she began to feel the first prick of regret.
One that had continued to spread till it was an aching inferno between her legs. His kisses had tasted so good. His hands on her body had set her alight, even as his mouth and tongue on her breasts, and yes even that hint of biting teeth – had pummeled her with pleasure.
She’d been a fool to let him go, and she probably wouldn’t get another chance, thought Maya. She rolled up and down the sheets for a bit longer before exhaustion finally won – but even in her dreams, she could never run away from the memory of those intoxicating moments of passion with Alain.
Chapter Three
Alain was just closing the trade show, after debuting some of their newest, most advanced quick-change bolts for car races. Normally he enjoyed fielding questions about his latest product line, and discussing patents with business associates as well as motor magazines present. Yet today felt different, as he couldn’t wait for it to be all over.
It could be that more and more, he was realizing that work couldn’t really give him everything. He’d spent so much time and dedication to get to his present level, but for too long he’d focused on work and no play. Considering that he was actually in town to take a vacation, it was no wonder he was already tired of the business scene. Good thing then, that for the next few weeks he had nothing else to do but focus on some personal time.
Alain remembered telling his mentor and former boss, Stephane, about his intention to restore an old car for his vacation – and how Stephan had laughed and said he wondered how a car was going to keep Alain warm at night.
Alain now wondered the same thing, while keeping in mind the gorgeous Maya from two nights ago. He thought of what had first drawn him to her when they met, and how it had him in pursuit without even giving himself time to think it through. For Alain, apart from her undeniable beauty and allure, there had been something else. Her confidence. That was what he found most beautiful thing about a woman, of any color. The way she spoke and carried herself, and the way she looked at him that got his blood rushing from his head down to his crotch, was enough to make her a fascinating prospect.
It was the third day since he’d last seen her, and he was of the mind she’d been afforded enough time and space to sort out whatever she’d been worried about that night. Because Alain promised himself that the next time he had the chocolate-skinned Maya alone, he’d be giving them both what they so manifestly craved.
Chapter Four
When Alain called to tell her he would pick her up for dinner at 7, Maya felt relieved. She’d been so close to ringing him up herself, after three days of them not seeing. She hadn’t been sure if she should be the one to make the next move. Men took pleasure in the chase, right?
Whatev
er the case, Maya wasn’t in for games – not with Alain. One promise she made herself as she got ready for the night, was to let each moment lead the way. She didn’t plan on making any rash decisions, but she was determined not to inhibit herself either.
Alain arrived and again, she saw that look in his eyes that told her he liked what he saw – her choice of attire was a success, then. Before she could get in the car, he turned her round and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Whew, thought Maya. Was that a promise of things to come? Because it already had her feeling like jelly – in the best way.
Instead of heading for a restaurant as Maya expected, Alain informed her that he’d picked dinner up already, and they were going to have a picnic somewhere alone. Maya was brimming with excitement and curiosity, wondering where the location would be. But Alain didn’t let her in on it until finally, they arrived.
He brought them to a stretch of beach, very quiet and secluded. Maya liked it instantly, and got right into the mood of dinner in an outdoor romantic meal. They stretched out a blanket and Maya removed her high heels, sat down and curled her legs under her. Alain had got them some delicious Chinese, filled with things that were easy to feed her while they talked and laughed while enjoying the gentle atmosphere.
The washing waves, both serene and spine-tingling at the same time, the night-blue sky above them filled with stars, and the electric attraction between them, was all that kept them company. Maya had no idea how Alain had arranged such a beautiful spot just for them, but she appreciated the nice touch. It was a while since an admirer had gone out of his way to make her feel special.
Much mellowed out after a couple of hours of good food and company, Maya didn’t demur as Alain came behind her and softly kissed her neck. She did feel a shock when his hands came round to fondle her breasts through her dress – but then she decided she liked Alain’s boldness. No dithering with this guy, she thought with a gasp of pleasure.
