Torque

by anna snow

  He took his mouth from me and stood.

  I was afraid to turn and face him. Too afraid I’d see rejection in his expression, afraid he’d come to his senses and changed his mind, but that fear was empty.

  Through our reflection in the window I watched as he removed his pants. His cock jutted out hard, long, and thick.

  Beautiful. Just like Luke.

  His expression told me all I needed to know. He wanted this just as badly as I did.

  He moved behind me and slid that beautiful cock between my legs through the rush of wetness just the sight of him brought forth.

  I ached to have him in me.

  He leaned over my back. The fine hair on his chest and stomach against my skin sent a shiver through me. Every move he made against me felt so primal, wild, free.

  Our eyes met in the windows reflection. Chocolate brown eyes peered back at me. His expression held more need, more desire, than I’d ever seen.

  He stilled against me.

  “Luke?” Please don’t stop now, my mind begged.

  He twisted my hair around his fist and gently pulled my head back. Turning my face to his, he kissed my lips.

  “I’ve waited so long for this.”

  He pulled back, then in one solid thrust, slid his cock inside me. I cried out at the delicious sensation ripping through me.

  His size filled me, stretched me almost painfully. I panted, unable to catch my breath. He held still, murmuring encouragements in my ear, and let me adjust to his size.

  His free hand found its way back to my breast, down my stomach, to my clit, where he teased with feather-light flicks of his fingertips.

  I pressed back against him, begging for more.

  He began to move in long, slow, measured strokes.

  I felt like I was flying down the track at breakneck speed. Flying out of control.

  Luke was driving now. All I could do was hold on for the ride.

  My skin tingled, my chest constricted, muscles tightened with every thrust of his cock inside me.

  “So soft, so hot, my sweet Celeste.” Luke murmured against my neck, my cheek. “Take me in, take all of me in. That’s right, good girl.” He nipped my ear.

  His voice was gruff, almost unrecognizable. He kissed my lips, hand still firmly anchored in my hair.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He growled against my mouth.

  Luke had brought to life something inside me, something animalistic, something primal, and it demanded satiation.

  “More.” I panted.

  He kissed my lips.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  But I couldn’t find my words. My mind was overloaded with the luscious sensations he had ignited inside me.

  He pulled out and slammed back in. My hands shook against the glass.

  “Come on, Celeste. Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me.” I panted.

  He slammed in again.

  “Again.” He demanded through clenched teeth.

  “I need you, Luke. Fuck me, please. Don’t hold back.” I whimpered.

  He pulled all the way out then slammed into me again and again.

  Sweat beaded across my skin. My cries of pleasure were constant as he plunged his cock and out of me like a piston.

  I came with a scream. My body clenched around his cock, squeezing him, thanking him for giving me what I needed.

  My body shuddered.

  “Look at me, Celeste. Open your eyes and look at me.”

  I hadn’t realized I’d closed them, but did as I was told. I’d never liked being told what to do, never liked dirty talk, but coming from Luke’s mouth, it set me on fire. I felt myself grow wetter with every word.

  “I see you, Celeste. Now, see me. See me.”

  His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I watched the muscles in his chest and abdomen flex with every thrust. Luke’s beautiful face wore and expression I’d never forget. A mix of wonder, lust, desire, and determination.

  My pussy grew wetter, my body was already coiling for another climax when he stood up fully, gripped my hips in both of his hands, and pumped in and out of me hard and fast.

  Slam. Withdraw. Slam. Withdraw.

  He rolled his hips and then roared my name as he emptied himself inside me. The feel of his throbbing cock caused my climax to hit me so hard and fast it ripped a second scream from my lips. My knees buckled beneath me.

  Luke caught me up against his chest, then lowered us both to our knees, his cock still buried deep within me.

  He caressed my face, then tilted my head back and kissed my lips.

  I peered at him from beneath heavy eyelids.

  He appeared different now. Still like the Luke I’d always known, but different in a way I couldn’t explain.

  He wasn’t the boy I grew up with.

  He was a man.

  A grown, sexy, orgasm-inducing man.

  All of this time I’d been seeing him as Luke, the boy I played in the mud with as a child.

  He wasn’t that boy anymore, and after what had just happened between us, nothing would ever be the same.

  He brushed my hair away from my sweat dampened forehead.

  “I see you, Luke.”

  Chapter Five

  The garage had been one of my escapes ever since I was a child.

  The smell of oil, lubricants, tires, grit and grim, gave me an unexplainable sense of peace. When I needed to clear my head, the garage was the first place I went.

  As much as I’d wanted to stay snuggled up in Luke’s arms, in my big warm bed, I needed to think. Thinking with Luke’s hard body pressed against mine was impossible, especially if I wanted to make sense of what was happening between us, and make the right decision as to what to do about it. So, as always, I found myself in my garage.

  There were three cars in my garage at the moment.

  A black nineteen sixty seven Chevy Impala. A black nineteen sixty nine Dodge Charger, and my favorite, a blacked out nineteen sixty nine Chevy Camaro.

  I had a thing for fast, black cars.

  Under the hood of the Camaro, I pulled the dipstick out and checked the oil, then slipped the stick back in place.

  To say the least, Luke and I had turned a corner in our relationship.

  But what were we now? Were we a couple, or was this a one-time thing? I had a hard time believing the latter but didn’t have a clue how the former would work. There was too much between us, and what happened in that bedroom changed everything.

  But for the better or worse, I didn’t know. Luke’s distance over the past two years still floated in my mind. We couldn’t move forward until I knew what had pushed him away from me in the first place.

  I closed the hood of the car and tossed the oily rag into the rag bin.

  “Now, that’s a sight I could look at forever.”

  Luke’s voice drew my attention.

  He sauntered down the steps and into the garage with a wide grin spread across his handsome face.

  “It isn’t everyday a man walks into a garage and finds his woman wearing nothing but a t-shirt checking the oil on a car.”

  I closed the hood, and then turned to face him.

  He reached me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and then lowered his lips to mine. I knew I should’ve stopped him before he kissed me, but the memory of how his kiss felt kept me from doing so. What if this was a temporary situation? What if we after this storm cleared, we were never like this again? His firm yet soft lips were a pleasure I couldn’t deny myself.

  That constant spark living between us ignited once again. Luke lifted me onto the hood of the car. I found the waistband of his sweatpants, and tugged them down just below his ass.

  Just he feel of his skin against mine had me wet and panting. He wedged himself between my thighs, and with a soft groan, slid his cock into my already wet, aching center.

  My body responded to Luke’s touch, growing wetter, hotter, speeding toward the finish line in record time.
<
br />   “My sweet Celeste.” He murmured against my lips. “You undo me.” His voice trembled.

  I opened my eyes and met his gaze.

  In that moment all I could think of was one resounding request.

  “Don’t ever leave me again, Luke. Please.”

  He wrapped his arms around me almost painfully tight, and relentlessly drove into me again and again.

  The sensation of the cold metal of the car beneath my ass, and the steel hard, hot cock pumping in and out of me burned through me.

  “I need you, Celeste.” He pounded into me. “Never leave you again.”

  I wrapped my arms and legs around his waist and shoulders, and held on until the sweet friction of Luke’s cock in my pussy built to an inferno and sent me spiraling over the edge.

  My muscles contracted, my back arched and I cried out the only word with any meaning to me. “Luke!”

  He wasn’t far behind. Three hard thrust later Luke growled my name as he spilled himself deep within me.

  We stayed in that position, wrapped around each other. For minutes? Hours? I didn’t know.

  Luke loosened his grip, stepped out of his pants, and then lifted me into his arms. He stepped around the car, opened the door, and slid us both into the backseat.

  We made ourselves comfortable. He stroked my hair and I made myself at home against his chest, trailing my fingers through his fine, soft chest hair.

  “Do you remember when you used to sneak into my room at night?” he chuckled. “You would drag that old pink blanket along behind you, wrap up in it, then snuggle up against me?”

  “Yeah,” I smiled. “When I was scared. Or when I had a nightmare.”

  He chuckled. “I didn’t mind. I liked when you came to me at night. You always made me feel a little less alone in this world. I missed mom and dad, and I knew that you were the only one who knew exactly how I felt.”

  I nodded against his chest. “That’s exactly how I felt.”

  “Grandpa never said anything.” Luke said quietly, twirling a strand of my hair around his finger. “He knew it was innocent. Knew why we sought one another out. We understood each other. Always had. Always will.”

  I twirled my finger in his silky beard.

  “What?”

  “What?” I asked in return.

  “Something’s on your mind. I can tell.” He placed his finger under my chin and lifted my face toward his. “You might as well tell me.”

  My eyes met his.

  “We might’ve understood one another when we were younger, but we haven’t even come close for the past two years. Why have you avoided me since your divorce?”

  He blew out a breath, then rubbed his goatee.

  “Things are different between us now, Luke. You might as well tell me.” I repeated his earlier words.

  He combed his fingers through my hair.

  “I was ashamed.”

  “Ashamed?” I frowned. “Of what? Of Lucy cheating on you?”

  “No.” he shook his head.

  “Then what?” I raised up on one arm to look at him fully.

  He swept his thumb across my cheek, then down and across my bottom lip.

  I kissed the pad of his thumb. He smiled, and this time it reached his eyes.

  “I was ashamed of how I treated you. That day when you came to tell me about Lucy and Jesse, I should’ve believed you. Instead, I said you were jealous and slammed the door in your face. What kind of friend does that?” He shook his head and looked away. “You’ve always looked out for my best interest, and I let some bimbo cloud my judgment of you. How could I do that to you?”

  I shifted to straddle his waist, then cupped his face in my hands, leaned down, and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

  “I won’t lie.” I shook my head. “I was crushed. I felt like you threw me away after a lifetime together, but what really hurt me was the way you kept your distance from me in the years after your divorce. I needed you so many times, but couldn’t come to you. I felt so alone.”

  Luke sat up and held me against his chest.

  “That’s not the only reason I kept my distance.”

  “Why else, then?” I tilted my head.

  “I wanted you.”

  “Wanted me?”

  He nodded. “Fuck, Celeste.” He blew out a pent-up breath. “Even before my marriage went in the trash, I found myself thinking about you, and not in the, I-wonder-what-she’s-doing, kind of way.” He shook his head. “No, I thought about the way you smiled when you won a race. The way the light glitters off of that raven black hair of yours. I found myself wondering how your breasts would feel in my hands. What sounds you would make when I slid my fingers into you.” He nuzzled my neck. “What you would look like while I fucked you on the hood of this very car.”

  My heart pounded.

  “I thought about you every minute of every damn day. I can’t count the times I woke up in the middle of the night, cock in my fist, dreaming of you.” He slid his hand between our bodies, then down to slide along my wetness.

  I closed my eyes as he used his fingers to tease my clit, then dip deep into my pussy.

  “I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head,” he murmured between kisses against my chest. “And in a way I blamed you for Lucy cheating.” He looked me in the eyes. “I thought maybe my constant thoughts of what I wanted to do to you, with you, caused her to stray, but I was wrong.” He slipped his thumb up and over my clit, through my wet folds.

  My eyes fluttered shut.

  “This has been growing between us for longer than either of us realized. I’ve been in love with you all of my life, Celeste. I was just too close to see it.”

  “I’ve loved you, too.” I admitted. Somewhere deep inside, I suspected I’d always known that I loved Luke, but like him, I was too close to the situation to see how our love for each other had changed over time.

  “But what do we do about it now?” I opened my eyes, and ran my fingers through his hair.

  Luke removed his hand from me, raised my t-shirt up and over my head, and tossed it into the front seat.

  He grasped my waist and raised me up, then lowered me slowly onto his cock.

  I slid down one delectable inch at a time.

  “We accept it.”

  Luke kissed me, then pulled away. “This is where we’re meant to be.” He thrust beneath me. “Together. Just like this. Always.”

  In that moment, I knew every word he said was true. We’d always been more to one another, but we’d been too close to see what that more was.

  Now, it was glaringly clear.

  I rode Luke with slow, steady movements. There was no rush. He leaned into me, took one turgid nipple into his mouth. I gasped when his tongue made slow, lazy circles around that aching peak.

  He suckled first one, then laved attention on the other as he explored every inch of my body with his. The silky feel of his goatee against my breast, his hands gripping my ass urging me to move harder, faster, his teeth nipping and grazing my nipples, his amazingly hard cock sliding in and out with precise, measured thrusts, sent me barreling in a release that had me seeing stars.

  “That’s my girl. Now, come for me again.”

  Luke surged up from beneath me. He pressed his lips to mine. Before I could catch my breath, another release washed through me just as in a heated rush he growled and came inside me.

  Chapter Six

  Luke hopped out of the car window, grabbed me in his arms, and swung me around.

  After Harry and the entire garage congratulated us on, “pulling our heads out of our asses,” as they so eloquently put it, Luke moved into my house, our house now, and had jumped back into racing right alongside me. As a matter of fact, we hadn’t left each other’s side in the last year that we’d been exploring our new relationship.

  Everything was the way it should be, and I’d never been happier.

  Luke kissed me and smiled.

  “Alright, knock it off, you two.” Harry grinne
d as one of our mechanics, Kevin, wheeled him over to us.

  “Sorry, Harry.” I laughed, then leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

  “No, you’re not.” He chuckled.

  “You’re right.” I laughed. “I’m not.”

  “That was a nice win out there, son. It’s good to see you behind the wheel of a car again. Too bad Celeste can still beat you.” He laughed loudly.

  “That’s cold, old man.” Luke laughed along with Harry’s teasing.

  Harry’s expression became serious. “You two don’t know how happy it makes me to see you together. Where you belong.”

  I kneeled down beside his wheelchair and took his hand in mine. “It was thanks to you that we found where we belong in the first place. You took us in and loved us. You put up with us acting like children, and if you hadn’t sent Luke out in that storm to check on me, I don’t think we would have ever gotten our act together. I love you, Harry.”

  Luke kneeled down beside me. “She’s right.”

  Harry smiled and patted our hands. “And I love you, too.” He sniffed. “Now, enough of this mushy business. This isn’t a chick-flick, this is a racetrack. Get out there and take care of business.”

  “Yes, sir.” Luke tossed Harry a playful salute, kissed me one more time, and jogged back to his car.

  Harry squeezed my hand, but kept his eyes fixed firmly on the track.

  Epilogue

  Eight months later…

  Luke and I sat on the hood of the only car in Harry’s Garage.

  We both knew that Harry’s time on Earth was limited, but his passing still brought us to our knees.

  Three months later, and we were still trying to get our lives back to normal, or at least as close to normal as possible. Nothing would ever be the same without Harry.

  I flipped the sealed envelope over in my hands.

  “Are you ready?”

  “No.” I admitted, but there must be something important in this note that Harry wanted us to know, or else he wouldn’t have arranged for it to be delivered after he passed.”

  Luke wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his side.

  I slid my thumb under the envelope flap, broke the seal, then pulled the paper out and unfolded it.

  “What is it?”