by Sam Crescent
Shaking his head, Paul tried to push her out his thoughts. Working on cars usually took him away from all his troubles. Admittedly, none of his troubles were usually in the form of a full-figured, hazel-eyed woman. Absorbing himself in cars usually helped him work out his dilemmas, but all he could see was the perfect womanly body standing begging for his teachings instead of the rusty engine displayed before him. Rachel was far more appealing than a car.
Glancing over at the other mechanic working in his shop, Paul saw Darren was too busy working on the underside of a truck. He wasn’t leaving the shop. The only way for him to deal with the coming night ahead was to keep his mind focussed.
He pictured her tight nipples and the flush covering her skin as she waited for him last night. He wanted to feel them in his mouth and watch as they bounced while he fucked her. His cock thickened at the image running through his mind. Paul could picture Rachel’s face coming apart in orgasm with her screaming his name as she released.
Fuck.
“Get a grip, Paul.” He muttered the words to himself. His cock strained against the zipper of his scrubs, panting to get out. He winced at the restriction and adjusted his pants to try to get more room.
“Hey, Paul, what’s the matter?” He glanced over at his best mechanic, Darren, who’d popped out from under the hood of the truck, looking concerned.
Paul shook his head. “Nothing’s the matter. Can you take over this for me? I got somewhere else I need to be,” he asked, running fingers through his hair. His mind was so preoccupied he hadn’t done a single thing in the shop.
“Any woman I know?” Darren asked, making his way over to where Paul stood. The other mechanic on the other hand was incredibly greasy from working all morning.
“No, not this one you don’t,” Paul said, wiping the sweat from his brow. The last thing he needed was Darren blabbing to Mitch.
“Oh, is this the one?” Darren held his hands up in mock surrender, smiling.
Paul glared at him, wondering what the heck he was on about.
“One?”
“You know the one. The one woman you cannot get out of your mind and you’re constantly thinking about her, instead of the job at hand. She gives you blue balls just thinking about her, and you know deep down inside that you’re the only one who understands her. ‘The one’, mate. Everyone has heard of ‘the one’,” Darren said, sounding wistful.
“I thought only women were the ones obsessed about the one.”
Darren shook his head. “Nope, apparently guys can be just as obsessed. At least, this guy is.” He pointed at himself before taking a look at the car Paul had walked away from. “There’s no shame in wanting to spend your life with someone else. I know I want to settle down and have a family.”
Paul listened to Darren and nodded. “She could be the one. I don’t think she realises it, but I intend to make her realise it,” Paul said.
“You’ve got a lot to contend with then. Your reputation for a start. I’ve heard the ladies talking and whispering.” Darren didn’t say any more and went under the hood of the car that needed to be fixed that day.
Taking a step back, Paul allowed himself the freedom to think about Rachel. She had been the one woman he wanted and could never have. Everything Darren had described Paul felt for Rachel. There was no mistaking it. Rachel definitely was the one.
Packing up his gear, Paul thought about her. He thought about all his memories of her growing up with him and Mitch. When she was a kid, Rachel would follow him and her brother around all day. He and Mitch hadn’t minded at the time. It was only when they got a bit older and became interested in girls themselves that they started to have a problem with Rachel being around. After a few months, Rachel had simply stopped bugging them and went back to her dolls. She went away and did her own thing. Mitch had been thankful for the loss of his sister’s presence in their lives, while Paul had missed her endless chatter. He liked having her around, and he never found her company a burden. With age, watching her from afar became an obsession. Warning all the guys that surrounded her became an obsession, too.
At the time, Paul had never put his actions down to anything other than concern. Rachel was Mitch’s little sister. She needed them to protect her, and he did. Then the night of her eighteenth birthday happened, waking him up and putting him in his own personal nightmare, a nightmare he could never escape from. It was the same party where Mitch and Rachel tried to get over the deaths of their parents three years before and move on with their lives. Paul had been with them during the most horrid night of their life. He was there for Mitch to rant at and there for Rachel to cry on his shoulder. Mitch had been allowed to take care of his sister. The social worker felt it would be easier for Rachel to stay with her brother rather than enter care for three years. Paul’s family had promised to be there to assist. Both families were good friends prior to the Kramers’ deaths. That same party when Rachel turned eighteen Paul had watched her and planned to make her his woman. He was twenty-eight and had started up his mechanic shop. Paul had planned to marry her and give her a life full of love. He hadn’t spoken to her brother about his intentions. First he’d wanted to know what Rachel thought of being his woman. Looking back, Paul recalled he never got the chance to ask Rachel what she thought.
The shock had come when Mitch took him to one side and ordered him away from her. Mitch had spoken about how Rachel deserved better than a one night stand. Paul never got the chance to put Mitch in his place. He couldn’t, not after everything the two had been through. Paul still had both of his parents while Mitch and Rachel had no one, not even a distant relative to keep them company.
It didn’t matter to Mitch that Paul never had any intention of treating her like a one night stand. Even back then, what he felt for Rachel went far deeper than a quick fuck. The thought of hurting her made him want to tear his own heart out and offer it to her. She was everything to him, and over the course of this supposed teaching he would show her how much she meant to him and make it so she could not live without him. He was a selfish bastard. Rachel wasn’t looking to be with him for anything other than to know about sex.
He left Darren to deal with the last of the cars and went home.
Paul got home with enough time to properly prepare for tonight. He showered and shaved, dressed in casual blue jeans and a white shirt. Before he headed over to Rachel’s he checked through his supply of sex toys spread out over his bed. All of them were still in their packaging. He’d bought them a couple of years ago and kept them in a box marked “Rachel”. All of the toys spread out on the bed had never been used on another woman, and he would never dream of having another woman use them. They were his supply for Rachel alone. The sex toys he’d used on other women were in the trash. The women of his past were staying firmly in his past. Looking through his vast supply, Paul realised he didn’t want to use any on her. The time would come to play with the toys. For now, he just desired their time together. He craved to feel every inch of Rachel wrapped around him, skin to skin and to have no interference from any toys or clothes, nothing.
His body ached to feel her next to him. In the next few hours he’d finally get what he’d been yearning for. Rachel would be his. Mitch wasn’t around at the moment, and Paul was free to love her to his heart content. Feeling happy about what was about to happen Paul gathered up his toys and dumped them back in the marked box. There would be a time and place for them. It wasn’t for tonight. He didn’t want tonight to progress too far. Touching and tasting were on the menu for Rachel and for himself. He intended to get naked and memorise every inch of her.
All he needed was to control his urge to claim her completely. His one goal was to remind himself that Rachel was still a virgin. Nothing about her innocence had changed. Control was so important to him. It was vital to every Dom to stay in control. Glancing in the mirror, he took a deep breath and headed out of his room.
From the floor near the door, he picked up his overnight bag, which he’d
packed the night before after he’d walked her home. Grabbing his keys from the stand he made his way out of his home and over to his woman’s house. Gazing up at the stars, Paul knew his prayers had been answered. Tonight was his chance at a future. Tonight was everything to him.
Chapter Four
Rachel sat on the porch steps leading to her house waiting for him. The front yard was overflowing with grass. Glancing over at the length Rachel decided she’d cut it tomorrow. There was no way she was getting all sweaty before Paul arrived. Was she supposed to go to him? She hadn’t phoned him to find out if he wanted her to go to him.
Crap, she wasn’t used to this.
None of the guys she’d grown up with had ever approached her. All of this was too new. Staring up at the stars she wondered if she could really go through with this. Could she let Paul teach her about sex knowing in her heart, he only cared for her, not loved her?
Don’t back down now.
I’ve come too far to let everything go.
Thinking about the kiss the night before, her body quivered in a mixture of excitement and fear. His passion was far more extreme than she ever imagined. The way his lips nipped at hers along with the grip of his hand in her hair was intoxicating. Her excitement built at the prospect of what they were about to do. She did not want to mess their time up. One wrong move and he’d scarper. Paul was putting his friendship with Mitch on the line for her.
Once she settled into bed last night she couldn’t get Paul and his passion out of mind. Rachel didn’t have a clue what to expect, and she wouldn’t get any answers from her questions without asking him. The one thing she could guarantee was to trust him.
Cutting thoughts of him with other women out of her mind, Rachel returned her gaze to the gate.
Shaking her head at her waiting, Rachel made her way back into her house. She would appear too eager waiting for him on her front porch. Moving to her kitchen, she washed out her cup before going through to her sitting room and collapsing on the sofa.
She resisted the urge to bite her nails as the time went by. Nerves were nipping at her demanding that she cancel everything planned with Paul.
The bravery of last night vanished, and what was left was a nervous pathetic excuse of a woman.
Should she run, get out of there as fast as she could without being detected?
Why am I running?
I love Paul.
I want to be with him.
Running is not the answer.
Keeping her butt on the sofa she waited as the time ticked on by.
Her nerves turned to impatience.
When was he going to get there?
Tapping her fingers on the sofa her impatience grew. It was only a little after seven. Mitch had phoned earlier in the day to ask how she was doing.
Mitch advised her to go to Paul if she needed anything. At the time she’d been taking a drink of coffee, which ended up all over the counter.
The time went by, and she got up from the sofa and started to pace the hallway, looking into the sitting room as her gaze strayed to the clock. Would he even bother coming? Her thoughts were getting more erratic as the time went on.
Had he even given her a time other than night?
God, she was a mess. Pacing, practically rubbing out the carpet waiting for the guy she had waited on for most of her life.
She shook her head and went to leave the hall, giving up on him, when she jumped out of her skin.
The doorbell pinged.
Swallowing, checking her hair, and trying to calm her rapidly beating heart, Rachel went to the door to check to make sure it was him. Her heart lifted at the sight of Paul with a bag flung over his shoulder. Without thinking twice she opened the door.
He filled the doorway. His huge muscled body looked tense and waiting.
Waiting for what, she wondered?
“Hello.” She croaked the word as her mouth suddenly felt dry, and her palms were all sweaty.
“Are you going to invite me in?” His hot voice was practically singing to her.
She hesitated. If she let him through that door there was no turning back. “Come on in.” Rachel moved out of the way and let him past. She could not give him up no matter what her brother might think.
The door clicked shut, and silence descended in the hallway.
“I didn’t think you were coming,” she said, trying to break the ice.
“I told you to trust me, Rachel. When I say something I mean the words I speak. I was coming to you, but I didn’t give you a time. Next time I’ll give you a time,” he said, dropping his bag onto the floor. His bag landed with a hard thump. Rachel gasped as the sudden, abrupt noise made her jump.
“Next time?” she asked, glancing at his bag and then at him.
“Of course there’ll be a next time. You don’t think you’ll learn everything in one night, do you?”
He moved closer. Part of Rachel wanted to move back away from him. She couldn’t find her feet to move. They seemed to be solid and stay put where she stood.
Paul reached out stroking a finger down her face. Closing her eyes she enjoyed the feel of his touch. His finger traced down to her collarbone, and his whole palm rested over the pulse of her neck.
She felt his breath fan across her face. He was so close.
“Take your clothes off,” he said, whispering the words against her ear. Jerking back, Rachel gasped and opened her eyes, searching his. He gave nothing away. There was no emotion on his face at all.
“W-what?” She hadn’t stuttered in so long. Her heart fluttered inside her chest.
“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked once again. Last night wasn’t nearly long enough for me to get my fill of you.” He fingered the collar of her shirt then took a step back from her.
Rachel stood staring at him unsure what to do. His eyes stayed on her as he waited for her to comply. Licking her lips Rachel kept her gaze on his as she removed her clothes. Each layer she took off made her pussy melt. His pupils dilated, the only sign he was affected by her getting undressed.
No longer hesitating over her reactions, she quickly got naked in front of him, leaving all of her clothes in a pile to the side. Locking her fingers together, she rested her hands at the front.
“You take orders well,” he said. “Next time don’t question me. Just remove your clothes.” He stepped closer once again. She watched as he reached behind and flicked the clip open holding her hair. The long locks fell down around her. “I love your hair. I don’t want you to get it cut ever.”
“I won’t,” she promised.
He inhaled some of her scent and then stepped back. “I can’t wait for the day when you’ll tease me while removing your clothes,” he said.
“You mean a strip-tease?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not a whore. I will never ask for money for sex,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“I’d never pay you. Strippers are not whores, Rachel. A lot of pleasure can be had if you let go of some of your inhibitions. Like I said, soon you will tease me with how you strip, and you’ll love it.” Rachel nibbled on her lip while thinking over his words. Could she get off on teasing him as she got naked? She didn’t think it was possible, but if it made him hot then she’d be more than happy to do it.
Paul clicked his fingers, gaining her attention, and once he held her, he started removing his clothes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m getting naked. It’s only fair.”
She watched, fascinated as he got naked. Paul didn’t linger on each item. He was quick until he stood before her naked.
He made her mouth water. His body was rippled with muscles. All the years he’d been working on cars and going to the local gym had paid off. He looked so damn sexy, powerful, and in control. She thought about the images she’d seen on the erotic books she read and the ones she found online. Paul reminded her of those images.
Hard muscles, smooth sk
in, rock hard cock, and sexy male filled her hallway. Her hallway had never looked more appealing than it did in that moment.
She was fascinated by him. His body was the total opposite of hers. She was soft while he was hard. Her gaze travelled down his body once again. His cock stood up proud and jutted out from among dark pubic curls. The strength in his legs made her wonder if he could pick her up. Paul hadn’t tried in so long. There was the time when she’d fallen over when she was younger and he’d carried her home for her mother to make it all better. That memory was a long time ago.
Glancing back at his cock, Rachel was struck with how big he was.
Would he even fit inside her? She knew he had to. There was no such thing as too big a cock. The tip glistened in the light of the hallway.
“Look at me, Rachel,” he said.
She did.
What was going to happen now?
****
Paul stared at her seeing the fear in her eyes. He wasn’t a small man, but he wasn’t going to hide from her. This was his chance to experience everything with her, and he intended to take full advantage of it.
“Come here, Rachel.”
He gave her marks for not hesitating. She glided over to him without breaking eye contact. Her large breasts bounced with each step she took. Rachel had never been smooth on her feet. The urge to chuckle was strong. Paul ignored it. He didn’t want her thinking he was laughing at her because he wasn’t.
She stopped in front of him. Her head only came to the top of his chest. She’d always been a little thing. Paul felt like a powerful man as he stood in front of her naked. All he imagined was bending her over her sofa and taking her hard. The image of her slit opening around his cock was too much. Blocking the images out of his mind, Paul concentrated on the here and now. Rachel wasn’t ready for him to lose total control. She was a virgin with a need for time. Maybe one day but not today.
