Filthy Sweet Mechanic

by Mia Madison

  “Ahh,” she gasps as I unexpectedly push one finger through her tight entrance all the way inside her tightness.

  “You’re so wet for me baby,” I rasp out, my throat catching.

  “I’m soooo wet,” she echoes in a drawn out caramel voice of utter bliss. She glides the backs of her hands up her neck to lift her silky tresses so the ends trail tantalizingly over her naked tits. I reach up and pinch a nipple, thumbing over the point.

  “Fuck me, Rand. Fuck me now,” she commands.

  I like her confidence but I’m still the one in command.

  “I’ll take a taste of you first.”

  I haul her hips up over my chest, trailing her nectar along my skin like she’s marking every hard muscle. She’s so tiny in my palms, it’s nothing to lift her hips up over my chin. Her scent drives me half insane, a shard of light hitting my brain. Holding her there, on her knees, her dripping pussy an inch above my face, I lick the length of her. She shudders and her upper body keels forward, her palms slamming down on the flatbed for support as she quivers on my tongue.

  That’s good. Because anyone might have passed and seen my bare chested baby rising up like a masthead on the back of my truck. She’s on her knees now over top of me driving me ever wilder. Like a beast, I drop her spread right onto my mouth and push my tongue into her hole.

  She squeals out loud. Her tits swaying and heaving with her panting breaths.

  She circles her hips onto my tongue buried inside her, forcing me in deeper. Her hand claws through my hair, wrapping its length around her fingers and straining the roots with her hunger.

  Her pussy clenches then shivers, before letting loose in a series of contractions that make her cry out.

  With my tongue still licking her clit, I slip my finger back inside her. She’s so wet it slides in easily and she takes me fiercely as I shove a second finger inside her. My fingers are so big, she’s stuffed full of me. I can feel her walls straining and I know my cock is gonna stretch her even more. Still she moans and writhes, murmuring my name as she lifts her hair and her tits so prettily.

  I scissor my fingers open inside her and she lets out another delicious low moan. I love how this girl responds to my touch and I don’t think I can restrain my searing dick much longer. The need to be enveloped in her tight pussy is overwhelming. I press at her resistance again so she arches and as I draw my fingers back across her g-spot she comes completely undone.

  Her climax started sultry in its development, but as she suddenly clenches around my thick finger, I feel the pleasure rush up her core. Her tunnel twitches through spasms and Caila arches, bucking and moaning loud enough to wake the entire town.

  My lust flies at my edges, demanding to be relieved. I withdraw my fingers and am rewarded with a pouty mewl.

  “Greedy girl,” I husk at her as I pull her back to position her writhing hips on the head of my dick and push all the way into the length of her clenching tunnel.

  “Ohhh,” she moans and tips forward, unable to support her shaking core any longer.

  Her hands palm the flatbed beside my ears and I cup her round ass in both hands to pull her an inch higher so I can suck her nipples.

  “Oh god,” she whimpers above my head as I thrust inside her harder, my fingertips delving into the juices soaking her rear chasm.

  She slams down on my length, wanting me harder even though I can sense how I’m filling her and stretching her walls to the limit. The intense hug of her pussy is taking me close to the precipice. I squeeze her perfect cheeks in my big fists until the flesh spills delectably between my fingers.

  “I could fuck you all day every day, Caila,” I grit out, coming closer.

  “Yesss,” she hisses, panting and pushing back on every thrust of my hips against her soaking folds. “I want you always. I want your cock filling me like – ohhh.”

  She moans out a long painfully pleasure soaked climax and unable to support herself on her hands any longer, her entire body collapses onto the flatbed of my chest.

  I slide my arms up to encircle her and her clenching pussy tugs my orgasm from me with a deep groan.

  Her fingers dagger through my too long mop of hair and I hold her tight to me as we shudder and retrieve our breathing. Her soft flesh presses into my hard ridges, molding into my sculpting like she was carved by a master craftsman.

  “Fuck we fit together well,” I husk into her hair.

  “I’ve never felt like this,” she whispers, still panting after her explosive release. “I never knew it could be so good.”

  “Me either, my baby,” I burr. “Me either.”

  No word of a lie and I wish we could lie there all night, resting together in the afterglow of our shared lust. I want Caila to know this wasn’t a quickie. Despite the location and how we were overtaken by need that threatened to burn us up, she belongs to me now.

  “You wanted to tell me something,” she murmurs, her satisfied passion all soft on her lips.

  With her cheek resting on the round swell of my pec muscle as she trails a little finger along each ridge and hollow of my abs, I’m not about to ruin the most perfect moment I’ve ever known.

  “Only how much I like being with you,” I say, my voice catching in the back of my throat.

  I wish I could take back everything I’ve done in the past but I can’t. Either she takes me as I am or she doesn’t. I need her to accept me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen, except wreck the intense bliss, yeah bliss, I don’t care if I sound girly soft. There is no feeling like this in the entire universe.

  Chapter 10

  Caila

  I don’t want to move.

  Partly I’m completely spent, a jello blob. My muscles refuse to coagulate the strength to lift me up from Rand’s chest. Or perhaps I just don’t want to tear myself away from being so divinely skin to skin with him. My cheek is hot against his hard muscle and I can hear the deep steady beat of his heart even though it’s on the other side from where I’m resting.

  I can’t separate myself from this man. It’s like I’ve been glued to him through the pores of our skin. The aroma of his masculinity mixes with our passion and I also inhale the deeper scent of his sweat, the grease he works with every day. It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled. My clit engorges again, greedy for him but I’m still a jellyfish lying on my rock, basking in the divine calm after the orgasmic storm.

  “Why aren’t we tucked up in a bed together so I could fall asleep like this?” I murmur.

  I want to wake up and have Rand inside me again whenever I want him.

  “I want that too,” he says, curling a strand of my hair round and round his thick finger.

  “If I don’t go home my father will be so upset.”

  Damn did I say that out loud? I only meant to think on the workaround for that problem.

  “I’ll take you home, sweetheart,” Rand says.

  Sweetheart.

  Such a honeyed name coming off his rough mouth. My pussy pulsates with eager remembrance of his forceful tongue plunging deep into me. His rough stubble like a low grade of sandpaper gritting across my spread folds. Just enough friction to incite the most delicious trembling all the way through me.

  How do I tell him I want to stay with him?

  What if he’s decided he’s had the little rich girl, defiled her and is now ready to roll over and crash?

  He slides one strap up over my shoulder and helps my liquefied limbs as I struggle to sit up. Then his impressive abs lift him up to sitting and he pulls my legs behind him so I’m sitting on his lap again. With his dick brushing my folds, my body lights up immediately. I think I could want this man constantly. Whatever it is he does to my body, I want it all the time. More and more. I can’t imagine feeling this electricity with anyone else.

  He tips his head forward to tongue my nipple. Then bites the point until it engorges eagerly and then swirls the hard bullet on his tongue like fine claret.

  “I fucking love yo
ur body, Caila.”

  He looks up at me with a grin then carefully brings my dress up to cover my bare breasts. He gives one mound another squeeze through the fabric and bites the bobbing point, like he’s bingeing on me and can’t ever get his fill either.

  “Yours is pretty hot too,” I reply, trying not to sound too sulky. I don’t like feeling this young.

  If I were a grown woman, that is one that lived in her own place and had a real job, I wouldn’t have to be taken home to my parent like this. I could sleep wherever I chose.

  “I guess you have work tomorrow,” I say as he jumps down then lifts me from the flatbed. He takes my hand to walk me to the front of the cab.

  “It’s Wednesday, so...”

  “Right. Hump day.”

  “Hump day?”

  “You know mid-week. Over the hump and it’s all downhill to the weekend.”

  “Do you have plans on the weekend?”

  A kaleidoscope of butterflies lifts off in my stomach.

  “We could do something, if you’re free,” he adds.

  Oh god, please. Fuck yes.

  “Something like we just did,” I ask, cheekily.

  It’s starting to rain. Rand opens the door for me just as a screech of tires pulls up on the main street. My eyes naturally bat in that direction and the butterflies crash to earth when I see Boone’s black Camaro. My ex climbs out of the car and strides toward us.

  Not again.

  “Boone what are you doing here?” I say. “Go away.”

  “Your father told me you went out to dinner,” he barks. “He thought you were with me. He said he wouldn't have let you leave the house unless he thought you were with me. I’ve driven around every fucking restaurant in town looking for you.”

  “Why? It’s none of your business where I’m eating or who I’m dating.”

  It’s true. While I didn’t exactly lie to my dad I didn’t contradict his belief that I was dining out with my reformed ex.

  Rand’s heavy hand slides into the small of my back, both comforting and protective.

  “I told you, we’re done,’ I insist as forcefully as I can in my jellied state. “That’s never gonna change.”

  “I get that,” Boone shouts, “but I don’t want you out with this animal and nor does your father.”

  “You told him?” I wail.

  Shit. I wanted to be the one to break it to him.

  “I told him I had a pretty good idea based on the ridiculous thing you’ve got for this low life.”

  “Get in the car, baby,” Rand tells me.

  I do as he says. I know from experience there’s no point arguing with Boone. I sure had enough experience with that and how he just flips everything I ever said right back on me until I feel like a dog chasing its tail round in circles.

  Boone says something to Rand as he walks around the front of the cab to the driver’s side. I notice he’s not remotely bothered by my ex’s remarks, or the way he tries to block his path for a showdown. He simply sweeps him to the side and steps past. I can’t make out what Boone’s saying to him, even though he’s pretty mad. Rand gets into the cab and Boone steps back from the truck. As though he’s afraid Rand might knock him down again.

  Rand is livid though as he starts the engine and pulls away. His jaw is wired shut, flexing in fury as though it’s taken all his effort to hold back. Boone is in the street, banging on the hood, calling something out to me, his eyes all lunatic wild.

  I feel embarrassed for him. I know he doesn’t really love me as much as this behavior would indicate. He’s just obsessing over losing proprietorial control. That too was an imagined stance as he never really held that over me but that didn’t stop his fantasy.

  He steps away, his gaze fills with fear as Rand floors the gas. I know he’s a great driver but Boone leaps away like he’s terrified Rand’s going to mow him down.

  “Sorry about that,” I whisper once we turn the corner.

  “It’s not your fault,” Rand grits out through compressed lips.

  “He’ll get over it.”

  Rand just nods, emits a low sound from his lips. Something raw, almost as though he’s in pain.

  “He’s probably right,” he says at last.

  “Right about what?” I say, leaping ready to disagree if he’s going to take anything Boone said as gospel.

  “That I’m not good enough for you.”

  “That’s horseshit and you know it. A man can’t be measured by what he does or earns.”

  “Can’t he?”

  “Rand, what is it? You aren't going to let my idiot ex tear apart our evening?”

  “It was beautiful, what we had.”

  A shiver goes through my heart as he says that with a sort of finality.

  “So forget about Boone,” I plead.

  “Oh, I have, but I doubt you will.”

  “Honestly, I’m not attached to him in an way. If you think this between us is some rebound thing, or me trying to piss him or my father off like a rebellious little brat, you’ve got me all wrong,” I need to convince him.

  “I don’t think that about you at all Caila. I think you’re incredible. Your mind, your passion, your body, I love all of it. This has been the best night of my life and I don’t give a shit if that’s a pussy thing to say.”

  “It isn’t,” I say.

  I need to try drawing him out on what’s put so much distance between us but it’s like Rand’s retreated into a cave. In the end I just leave it, thinking I’ll give him time to cool off, get centered again and let him see I’m not that girl. My interest in him is genuine. It goes beyond a steamy fuck with the dirty local mechanic.

  We turn into my street and we’re just a few doors from my house, when a raccoon darts into the street. Rand throws on the brakes hard. I’m thrown forward on my seat belt and his arm flies up to protect me.

  “Sorry,” he blurts out. “I’m a little jumpy. Are you okay.”

  “I’m fine.”

  He sits motionless as though he’s still stunned. And then I think maybe he’s waiting for me to get out.

  “Could you drop me in front of the house, please,” I say.

  Now’s the time for Rand to see that I am not ashamed to be seen with a blue collar man. If my father knows about this, if Boone did tell him, then he’ll have to deal with it.

  Rand is still silent, staring through the windscreen like he’s witnessed some horror.

  “It’s raining,” I say, touching his arm.

  He looks confused at that. He’s not the sort of man that carries an umbrella with him. Something like rain he’d just let roll off those huge shoulders.

  It takes a bit of effort for him to pull himself together. He edges the car forward, keeping his eyes fixed firmly ahead. When he rolls to a stop, leaving the engine running, I lean over to kiss him. He allows me his cheek and that’s all. I guess he’s worried in case my father is waiting up.

  “See you soon then?” I press.

  He doesn’t reply. He waves his huge hand, grunts out a goodnight and drives off.

  Chapter 11

  Rand

  I should have told her when I had the chance.

  Hearing about my past would have been so much better coming from my lips. Not from those that have a vested interest in making me look as bad as they possibly can in Caila’s eyes.

  I feel like an ass driving away but it’s fucking tearing me up inside. I’m not the sort of man to let her see my weakness. She can know what she means to me but my own pain is my problem. I won’t ever dump that on her. It’s my job to shield her from that shit and make her feel secure.

  Or it was.

  I’m some kind of idiot for imagining I could ever be with a woman like Caila. She’s far too good for me now. Maybe she always was. And maybe all I deserve is desperate women willing to overlook my past for the sake of having the hard man.

  My room disgusts me. It’s clean and tidy but lacking every home comfort.

  I lie on my
bed – Even a college kid would be ashamed of the low futon, barely full-size. The rain is coming down hard on the roof.

  The fucking rain.

  The ceiling fan takes me off into another realm, when I was on an upward track to having my own business. A chain of garages across the big city, where I’d be the boss, managing others. I don’t mind being a nobody now, grateful to have my life still and earn a living. But for the first time discontent rises.

  If Caila were here with me, nestled up to my side, I could put up with this dumpy apartment box. But I can never bring her here. I’d have to know she was really in love with me to ever let her see how I live. And even then, she’s too good for this kind of life.

  I reach for my phone to send her a text. The urge to let her know I’m thinking about her. But before typing a word, I put it down again. Telling her good night only increases our connection. And I’m sure by now her father has filled her in on my history and she hates my guts for claiming her before she knew who I really am.

  After admiring the fucking ceiling all night long I’m a bear in the morning. I didn’t get a minute of sleep. Not even when the recall of how Caila bucked back and forth across my lips made me take my wood in my fist to beat out the tension. If anything I was even more wound up after, in a frenzy of sheet tangle and craving her body molded against mine. I picked up the phone then and sent her that text, even if saying good night at 4am was a little late.

  She’s branded herself into me so permanently I might just turn as obsessed as that rug brat, following her around town just for a glimpse of her. Although I’d never bust in on her happiness like he did. Seeing her with another man would skewer me alive but I’d have enough respect for her to suck it up and trust she knows what she wants.

  A couple days pass in a dream and not a good one. A shattered one if I’m honest. The possibility of building something with Caila destroyed right under my nose. I don’t hear from Caila at all, so I know she’s heard my story and is ghosting me.