by Katy Kaylee
For a second I was completely sidetracked having her there with me but quickly recovered. The Camaro, right. “Right this way.”
I led her to the back garage, where a few cars were parked that needed to be restored and slid the protective cover off my vintage car.
Liv’s eyes sparkled in the light and a smile formed on her lips.
“You’d think she should be completely restored after all this time, but her parts are rare and they cost a fortune,” I explained.
She ran her hand across the sleek lines of the Camaro, and I couldn't help but stare at her. Was she doing this on purpose, or was she really interested in the car itself?
“It feels like just yesterday that tis car was parked in my dad’s garage, you, Jeremy and my dad working on it. It wouldn't even start,” she chuckled and glanced at me. “It think you just bought it.”
“You’re right. It wasn't running when I bought it. I had to pay a tow truck to get it to my house.”
She chuckled again. “You’re quite dedicated,” she said, her expression becoming serious. “A lot of people would have had it impounded. You kept going, kept working on her. You believe in her.”
“If I don’t, who will, right?”
Liv glanced at me and nodded slowly. “She’s kind of like me.”
“Why would you say that?”
“You’re the only one who believes in me, and sees my potential. I don’t get that a lot, you know. Between Jeremy, my parents, and Alice, I feel very left behind. They’re all smart and confident, they're good at their jobs.”
“You’re good at your job, aren't you?”
“Of course I am, but I hide behind a mask, which suits me fine by the way,” she said and motioned with her arms in the air, “I just meant that they’re good with people, face-to-face, you know. Alice can sell anything to anyone. My brother is an amazing architect, so is my father. My mother is a bad-ass litigator. They deal with people on a daily basis, in a cutthroat environment. I suction spit out of patients’ mouths.”
“And I fix cars of rich snobs and people who think their better than I am,” I said bluntly.
She smiled bitterly and sighed. “It’s sucks, doesn't it?”
“Yeah,” I sighed as well and bit my bottom lip.
There was a moment of silence between us and she walked around the Camaro again. “Have you picked a color for her?”
“I was thinking a metallic blue, with black detailing here,” I said and motioned to the front of the hood, where the headlights were.”
“That would look really nice. We’re still going for a ride when she’s done, right?” she asked and glanced at me.
“Absolutely,” I said and cleared my throat. “So, about that movie you watched.”
“Oh, right. I almost forgot about that,” she chuckled.
“What movie did you watch,” I asked and raised my eyebrows. “Was a dirty one?”
“No, not really. It had a shower scene though. Even though they don’t show anything, it was really hot and I got way more turned on than I thought I was going to. It was weird,” she answered.
“Why is getting turned on weird?”
“You know I’m new to this, so ever since you made me...” her voice trailed and I glanced at her expectantly.
“Since I made you what?” I asked.
“You know, down there,” she motioned to her hips.
I took a few steps towards her and looked at her intently. “Say it.”
Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head. “I can’t just say it.”
“Why not? It’s just you and me here,” I pointed out.
“Fine,” she gritted her teeth. “Ever since you made me orgasm, I’ve been feeling different. It’s like you opened up Pandora’s box, and all these feelings and sensations and desires fill me up like it never has. I don’ know what to do with them sometimes.”
“I hope you do something about it,” I pouted.
Her eyebrows sho up and her cheeks flushed even more. “Like, by myself?”
Her expression was almost horrified and it make me chuckle. “Yeah.”
“Oh, no. I don’t. I don’t even know how,” she stuttered.
“You don’t know how?”
She pursed her lips and shook her head.
“Have you tried?”
She shook her head again.
“Maybe you should,” I suggested. “And before you ask me how, you should just try it for yourself. Make yourself feel good.”
“But you do that so well,” she said, almost breathless.
I slowly approached her until I stood right in front of her and cocked my head. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes seemed wild with desire.
“I’m not going to be around all the time, Liv,” I whispered in a low voice.
She shivered slightly and placed her hands on my chest, closing the distance between our bodies by a few inches. She didn't say a word, or move again after that, making me wonder what she wanted me to do. There were a million things that I wanted to do to her, and a million things I wanted her to do with me, but I patiently waited. I wanted her to tell me, in her own words, what she wanted. I realized that she wasn't used to saying things like that out loud, but figured it was the only way to get her to open her mouth and say it.
“What do you want, Liv?” I asked, my tone still low.
“You know,” she said, her voice barely audible in the deafening silence. An occasional car sped down the street, echoing through the garage, its headlights momentarily illuminating the horizontal gap where the garage door and the floor almost met.
“I want you to tell me,” I ordered.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
I stepped away – knowing that if she really wanted me to do whatever it was she wanted me to do, she would stop me and say it – but the moment I did, it felt a little cruel. I wanted her to tell me, I needed her to tell me.
“Wait,” she said in desperate, hoarse voice which I had never heard before and I turned to her.
“What is it, Liv?” I asked. “What do you want?”
Her lower lip quivered as I waited in silence. “Do you like torturing me like this?” she asked and stepped back.
“I’m not torturing you, Liv. I just want to know what you want. Why is it so hard to say out loud?”
“It’s that that easy for me, Zac.”
“Why? You had the perfect life, with the most accepting parents in the world. They never questioned you or your choices.”
“Look, Im sorry that you and your dad-”
“Liv, don’t. This is not about him. My entire life no-one ever listened to what I wanted, and I’m not just talking about him. Everyone had a different opinion about my life and how I was supposed t have lived it. No-one care about what I wanted, or what I had to say. That’s why I left, and that’s why Alice still hates me for it. I never gave an explanation why. I was so sick of being treated like I didn't matter, like my wants and needs didn't matter.”
“Zac, I’m sorry. I didn't know about all that. I didn't know that was how you felt, okay.”
“Don’t apologize to me.”
“Then what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to tell me what you want, right now, or you can leave,” I answered, feeling too raw inside myself to keep it inside.
“Don’t you want to talk-”
“No. I want you to talk.”
Liv nodded quietly and walked up to me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and took a deep breath. “I want...”
My eyebrows slowly raised, and I waited patiently for her to continue.
“I want,” she whispered and took a deep breath, “you to fuck me.”
Finally.
I had been wanting to hear those words ever since the first night.
Olivia
I couldn't believe that I actually said that to him out loud, and sounding so desperate too, but I was glad that I did. I had been holding in those words for so long – it felt long to
me, okay – and now that I finally said it, it felt as though a massive weight was now off my shoulders.
I gazed up into Zac’s green eyes and instinctively, my hands lowered down to my shirt. Zac watched me intently as I slipped my shirt off, revealing a lacy bra that made my boobs look amazing – I knew it because it was true - had worn the bra especially for him. I knew pretty soon in this whole arrangement that we had that he was a boob-man.
I was amazed by the way he remained in control of himself, while I was over here wanting to yell at him to rip my clothes off.
Why couldn't I just say that to him?
What was I so afraid of?
“Zac,” I said in the most confident tone I could muster up inside me.
“Yes, Liv?”
I kicked off my shoes and walked to the Camaro, my eyes never leaving Zac’s gaze. His eyes practically glowed with intensity and a shiver of delight ran down my spine. I undid my skinny jeans and slowly pulled them down, not sure where this sudden surge of sexiness came from.
“I need some help over here,” I said with a pout.
Zac slowly approached me, but instead of grabbing me from the front, he twirled me around and bent me over the hood of the Camaro.
I let out a moan as he slid my lace panties over my butt and let them drop to the floor. I was already wet, and I could only imagine the satisfied look on his face when he noticed it.
“Spread your legs for me, Liv,” he said behind me and I obeyed. He squeezed my butt, lifted my one leg onto the hood of the car, opening myself up to him. I expected him to undo his pants and fuck me like I wanted him to, but he didn't. His fingers found their way inside me, and it send pulses of pleasure through me. His finger slipped in and out of me, quicker and deeper. I moaned loudly, my cheek pressing against the hood of his Camaro. I was pushed over the edge, and I called out his name.
His fingers slowly slipped out, as if he was satisfied by this and he scooped me up in his arms, only to place me down on the hood of the car again. On my back this time. He spread my legs and knelt in front of the car. As his fingers softly caressed the inside of my thighs, his lips touched the soft wet skin between my legs. An eruption of pleasure and desire flowed over me as he continued to suck on my clit. My back arched, feeling the cold metal against my heated skin and I moaned again. It echoed through the garage, but I didn't care. All I cared about at that moment was that Zac was burying his face into my pussy, devouring me.
“Oh my god,” I cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped its way through me, breaking me down to my core.
One would think that it would satisfy my needs, but I only wanted more.
Zac’s face parted away from me and I glanced up at him He undid his jeans, freeing his rock hard cock and grabbed my hips, but before he rammed himself in me, like the men in porn movies would do, he glanced at me, as if waiting for my cue.
“If I hurt you-”
“Oh, stop being such a pussy, and just do it,” I growled.
He was just as surprised as I was, and we stared at one another for a moment. He shrugged his shoulders slightly and pulled my hips up against him. With his free hand, he grabbed my behind my neck, bringing my lips towards his. He sucked on my bottom lip for a few seconds before sliding his cock inside me with hard and deep thrusts. I was overcome with pleasure that it didn't even hurt one bit. This was what I had wanted for a while now, and now it was finally happening. I was getting fucked, hard by the hottest guy in the entire planet, on the hood of the car I had dreamt of riding in since I was in high school. Now I was getting ridden on it.
Zac let go of the back of my neck and lowered my down on the hood again. He grabbed my hip with one hand and slid his hand down my back, undoing my bra rather skillfully. His hand cupped my naked breast as he thrust inside me.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled as his cock filled me up.
He let go of my hip and grabbed both my breasts while his thrusts continued, rhythmically pleasuring me. He lowered his torso onto me, his mouth sucking my nipple, pushing me over the edge more than once. I even lost count of how many times my pussy contracted against his cock, but everything blurred around me.
I felt beside myself with pleasure and one final eruption inside me made me frantically call out his name.
Much to my surprise, Zac pulled his cock out of me, but before I could say anything, or protests, I watched as he came all over my stomach. His sticky white fluid was warm against my skin. I panted as he stood upright, still supporting his body weight against the car and glanced down at me.
I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I could have sworn I saw a hint of worry in his green eyes.
“How was that?” he asked while catching his breath.
“It was just what I needed,” I answered honestly.
He glanced at me for a few seconds and stepped away from the car. I sat up and glanced down at the sticky white goop on my stomach.
“I’ll get you a towel,” he said but before I could say anything in return, he pulled up his jeans, and headed out of the garage.
Feeling a little exposed, I crossed my legs, as well as my arms over my boobs, and a sinking feeling appeared inside me.
I hoped that there wasn't any cameras inside the garage, or else Zac would be in big trouble, and of course I would never be able to forgive myself, or set foot here again.
Zac returned with a towel and handed it to me. “Sorry, it’s a bit wet.”
The irony wasn't lost on me and I chuckled. “It can’t be as wet as me.”
Zac glanced at me and his stare made me a little uncomfortable, watching me wipe my stomach.
I quickly got dressed while Zac cleaned off the hood of his car. “Can I help you with anything?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine,” was his answer.
“Are you okay?” I asked and he turned to me.
“I’m sorry for going on about my dad and how unfair my life was in comparison to yours. It wasn’t right of to say things like that. I know that we’ve both been through pretty shitty times and I had no right to say that mine was worse than yours,” he said slowly, meaning every word.
“But it was, Zac. You lost your mom, you and your dad don’t talk to each other. It was hard on you then, and it still is. I can see it.”
He lowered his gaze and sighed.
“I know you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s fine. I just need you to know that if whenever you feel ready to talk about it, whether it’s today, or tomorrow, a week from now, or even a year, I’ll be here for you. I will listen, and I will not judge you,” I said to him.
He turned to me and shrugged. “I know.”
“And I don't want you to ever think that you’re alone in this world. I see you, and I see your pain. You’re not invisible, okay?” I said and touched his arm.
He nodded wordlessly and looked at me, his green eyes suddenly filled with power and strength.
He stared at me, and something inside me shifted. I didn't know what exactly it was, but as I had poured my concern out to him, telling him that I would be there for him no matter what, I realized that there might be something more than the post-orgasmic feelings coursing through my veins.
Was I feeling something for Zac?
Honestly, I had felt something for Zac almost my entire life, but this was so much more than that. For the past week, we had talked so much, even though most of it was sexual, and I enjoyed his company. He made me laugh, he was funny, and not at all the asshole I initially thought he was. He was caring and sweet, and very thoughtful.
I had to stop myself from thinking all these things, because Zac an I had made an agreement that he was only going to help me with sex, and everything else that went along with it.
Was this also a part of it? Distinguishing love from lust?
Oh my god. Did I just think about love? Was I in love with Zac? Had my crush developed into fully fledged love just because we were sleeping together?
No, that was ridiculous. I could stop whenever
I wanted to, right?
Shit, I was in trouble, I realized.
Before either one of us could stop it, I leaned in closer to him, and his hand cradled my face. I felt as though time had stopped, and that everything else had just become insignificant. Zac leaned in, and our lips touched for a moment.
The way his lips brushed mine was different. It was filled with an emotion which I had longed for, for a long time. As if on cue, as to ruin a perfectly good moment – which clearly wasn't meant to happen in the first place – my phone buzzed in my pocket and Zac took a step back.
“You should probably get that,” he murmured.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and shook my head. “I don’t ever answer my phone when I’m with you.”
He narrowed his eyes at me and cocked his head. We spent the next few seconds glaring at one another until my phone stopped ringing.
Zac opened his mouth to say something, but his phone rang on the back counter and he glanced at me apologetically. As he rushed over, he said, “It’s Alice.”
I took my phone out of my pocket and frowned. “She called me too.”
“Hey, sis,” Zac said into his phone and glanced at me. “What’s going-”
I studied Zac’s face and tried to listen, but it was definitely not Alice over the phone. Had something happened to her?
There were a million thoughts running through my mind, but I was too terrified to ask Zac. He didn't even look at me while he listened to the caller, and simply nodded.
“Thank you for the call. I’ll be right there.” He lowered his phone and I only then noticed how pale he had become.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“That was Kindred Hospital. Alice was in an accident,” Zac answered.
“Oh my god, is she okay?” I exclaimed.
“They said she had a bit of head trauma, but she’s awake,” he said. “And she broke her arm.”
“Did they say what happened?”
“Apparently she was in a car accident,” he answered.
“A car accident? She doesn't even have a car,” I mumbled and turned to the door. “We’d better get going.”
“Wait,” he said and grabbed my arm. “You’re coming with me?”
