by Grace Risata
He raised an eyebrow and seductively asked, “What are you staring at, Alyce?”
So he wants to play coy, does he? The jackass knows damn well what I’m staring it…his delicious transformation. I liked him before and I liked him after. I just liked him period. But I’ll play his little game.
“I’m sorry,” I said, eyes growing wide in mock embarrassment at being caught in a leer. “I wasn’t staring at anything. I’m ashamed to admit that my mind wandered for a second there. I’m having problems concentrating. It’s been quite a while since I’ve gotten laid and it’s starting to affect me in strange ways.”
He kept a straight face, but the corner of his mouth twitched up as though he were forcing himself not to react. I was about to ask the reason behind his sudden haircut and new clothes, but Kennedy came up and blocked my effort to get any information.
“Thank you so much for not giving me away, Alyce,” she muttered under her breath and pulled me over to the nearest round table. “You’re a great friend.”
“Yeah, I’m a saint. Would you care to explain why you left work early to go home sick, only to magically turn into your twin with your arm in a sling? I have a feeling there’s a good story somewhere in there.”
Kennedy glanced over at Dixon and then lowered her voice in an attempt to keep our conversation private.
“I haven’t been able to get in contact with Kassie since Saturday morning. She texted me to let me know I shouldn’t worry, but I don’t know any other details. She’s not with Brad or Tyler.”
“That’s strange.”
“Not really…my sister has been talking about getting some work done on herself and she knows how pissed off I get. Kassie is a beautiful girl and I’d hate to see her do anything drastic.”
“Well she’s obviously not getting a boob job. You guys are very well off in that department.”
Dixon began to chuckle and then turned it into a cough so it wouldn’t be completely obvious that he was eavesdropping.
“I think she wants Botox on her face and maybe some lip injections.”
“What the hell? You guys are my age! Twenty-eight is way too young to be doing any of that shit.”
“Kassie won’t listen to reason. You know that as well as I do.”
“That still doesn’t explain why you swapped identities.”
“When I couldn’t find her this morning, I knew there was no way she’d show up at work and would probably get herself fired. So I faked sick at my job in order to come in late at her job. I figured if I had my arm in a sling then it would make my tardiness seem legit. It also prevents me from doing anything on the computer since I don’t know what I’m doing anyway.”
“Good plan.” It was devious. I’ll give her that one.
“What’s a good plan?” Debbie asked, coming up from behind me and grabbing a seat at our table. “Leaving me with all the work? Because I sure don’t appreciate it.”
The stressed out woman dumped two large stacks of paperwork on the table and explained, “With one arm out of service, it’s very convenient that Kassie is unable to help me fold and stuff all these invitations.”
“Invitations for what?”
“Thank you for asking, Alyce. It’s nice to know that someone gives a shit about what goes on around here,” Debbie spat bitterly, more flustered than I’d ever seen her before. Her blonde ponytail was askew and her arms flailed while she spoke. “We’re preparing for our annual charity gala ball where eighty percent of our donations come from. Without that event, we wouldn’t be able to keep the lights on. The printing company got everything ready later than usual because one of their machines broke. We couldn’t get a different vendor because they give us a hell of a deal. That means I have to do two weeks of work in one week…by myself. Kassie picked a fine time to get hurt.”
No way in hell was I about to tell her that Kassie was getting Botox and Kennedy wasn’t really injured.
“I can help if you’re in a jam,” I offered. “What do I have to do?”
Debbie lit up with unbridled happiness and I thought she was going to hug me.
“I would owe you big time if you did that!” she exclaimed. “Kassie can go back to keeping an eye on the front desk while I show you how these are all assembled. They have to be in a certain order…”
She went on to explain the process and we got to work, leaving me no privacy to talk to Dixon. I did glance up every once in a while to ogle him, something that did not go unnoticed judging by his amused expression.
After about ten minutes, he must have gotten bored and realized there would be no more flirting. The impatient man abruptly stood up and asked Debbie to sign him out for the evening.
“Hey,” I said, giving him a heads up, “I won’t be here tomorrow because I have an appointment to get my car fixed.”
“What’s wrong with it?” he questioned in concern.
“A light in the dash went on and I need to have it taken care of. My princess must be in tip top shape at all times.”
He nodded and went on his merry way, tight jeans hugging his ass in all the right places and making me sigh with sexual frustration.
Debbie looked up at my inadvertent noise, and raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to do that out loud. I’m just really worried about my car. You know…random lights coming on can be very expensive.”
That must have been a good save on my part, because she launched into a very lengthy story about her cousin’s neighbor’s blind spot detection system blowing a sensor and costing several thousand dollars to fix. I listened while commenting appropriately and secretly daydreaming of Dixon’s tight ass.
I really, really needed to get laid.
Just as I was imagining him as a gladiator in a toga battling an army of villains, my cell phone beeped with an incoming text.
“If you want me to look at your car, bring it over to my house at eight o’clock. The third garage door from the left after you turn into the complex.”
Hmm. Maybe I’m getting some action after all.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dixon
My apartment had no view of the garages, so I was forced to wait outside in anticipation of Alyce’s arrival. I fucking knew she’d show up right on time. By the way she was staring at me today like I was a very expensive cut of steak, I bet she’d be early.
I caught her practically drooling on several different occasions as she gazed longingly in my direction. I’m not sure if it was my new appearance, her lack of action in the sex department, or a wicked combination of the two. It really didn’t matter. All I knew is that I finally started to feel like more of a man, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.
I pretended to fuck around in the garage while I waited, making sure it was well-organized. Since I crashed up my car on the night I got busted, the space was emptier than usual. I did have a few blankets covering up my motorcycle and all my tools in case anyone drove past when the garage door was open and had some thoughts about stealing my shit. There was a pretty penny in toys out here and I’d be damned if a thief was going to just walk right in and help himself.
A car door slammed outside and I took a peek to make sure it was Alyce.
Right on time. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.
Wait a minute, what do we have here? She parked in a spot near the building and she’s walking across the lot like it’s her own personal catwalk. And that outfit…fuck. Black jeans that fit like a second skin paired with black heels and a fire engine red tank top? Are you fucking kidding me right now?
Damn. I think she’s trying to prove that I’m not the only one who can clean up nicely. If I can’t fix her car in about fourteen seconds, I’m going to admit defeat, bend her over the hood, and take what’s mine.
“Hi,” she said, giving me a little wave as she approached.
“Why don’t you pull your car into my garage so I can see what the problem is?” I suggested, wishing I c
ould instead put my cock into her pussy because this raging boner was turning into a hell of a problem right now. The situation didn’t improve when she simply turned and walked back towards her car, giving me a magnificent view of her tiny little ass as she sashayed seductively.
Fuck.
I ran a hand through my hair and instinctively checked my back pocket to make sure the condom was still there. Not that it would have went anywhere, but I needed to feel it.
I got out of the way as Alyce drove her yellow mustang into my stall, infinitely thankful the garages were all separated by concrete walls and very, very private. If I had to inspect her car in the open, things would not go according to plan.
“Pop the hood,” I instructed before she got out of the vehicle. “I need you to start the engine so I can listen for any strange noises.”
Alyce did as she was told, soon joining me and casually peering over my shoulder. Her soft hair brushed against my arm as her tits pressed into my back. She strained to get a better view under the hood and I strained to keep myself in control. This was no easy feat. The intoxicating scent of her orange shampoo mixed with whatever womanly hormones she was putting out, and I couldn’t concentrate at all. If the entire engine in the car had been ripped out and replaced with a group of dancing monkeys, I wouldn’t have even noticed.
“Why don’t you turn off the car and then let me tell you what I think is the problem,” I suggested, coming up with a brilliant plan to get into her pants.
She shut off the engine, came back to where I was standing, and looked at me intently for a diagnosis.
“The natural light coming through the garage door is making it a bit difficult to point out your issue,” I explained, hitting the button that would close the door and give us some privacy. I have to admit that it was a bit romantic with just the two of us in my garage, a lone light bulb hanging from the low ceiling and casting a glow on her beautiful face.
“So this light works better?” she asked skeptically, most likely realizing it was way darker in here than it had been a minute ago.
“Mmhmm,” I muttered, pulling her closer and spinning her around so she was facing the car engine and my front was pressed to her back. I leaned down, taking her with me, wrapping my arms around hers and pointing to some non-existent part of the engine.
“See…there’s your problem.” I moved my hands lower so they rested on her hips. “Your battery cables might not be clamped tightly enough.”
Alyce leaned closer for a better look, fully bending over, allowing my rock hard erection to rest firmly against her ass. I grabbed her waist and thrust into her from behind. I’d imagined us in this position during several different daydreams and, now that it was coming true, I couldn’t hold back the excitement.
“Do you know what else is wrong?” I whispered, inches away from her ear, taking an opportunity to nibble the soft flesh. “Your throttle body seems to be clogged up. I think I need to clean out your pipes.”
Reaching a hand up her shirt, I slowly fondled perky nipples that stiffened under my masterful touch. It was plainly obvious that she needed this just as much as I did.
“Yes,” she murmured with encouragement, tipping her head back to give me better access. Brushing aside the dark tresses, I trailed kisses down her neck with cautious restraint. If I truly let myself go completely savage, this would be over before it began. I had to take my time and show Alyce what I was capable of. I had to make her desperate with a need that only I could satisfy.
“Lean forward and let me show you something else,” I commanded, reaching around her waist and unbuttoning her jeans while she remained bent over, beckoning me to take that sweet ass.
Without wasting the time to pull down her pants, I plunged a finger into her slick pussy. Fuck. Alyce was soaking wet, eager for me to take whatever she had to offer. I added another finger, pumping them in and out, satisfied with the response she gave. Tiny whimpers that swiftly turned into long moans erupted from deep within her throat. While I skillfully explored her g-spot, I reached around with my other hand and began to tease her clit. This elicited a string of guttural noises that caused all the blood to rush to my cock.
“I need you, Alyce,” I hoarsely declared, ripping the condom out of my pocket, pulling down my pants, and rolling it in place.
“Yes,” she begged while shoving her jeans down to her ankles, “please!”
With one swift motion, I buried myself deeply into her eager pussy. My hands held tightly to her waist as I took her from behind, thrusting unmercilessly, savagely, each time deeper than the last. She arched her back and met me, stroke for stroke, desperate for more.
There are no words to describe how it felt when I was having sex with Alyce. Better than any other sensation I’ve ever experienced. She was so confident, so beautiful, so responsive to my every touch. It made me feel like a master composer playing the most meaningful symphony and hitting every note perfectly. Like I was in total control of my life, on top of my game, finally whole again.
Sweet cheeks made me feel like a real man for the first time in a long time. So you can damn well be sure I did my best to make her go fucking nuts, paying attention to every single erogenous zone on her body, and even inventing some new ones.
While working up a sweat to guarantee my Alyce got the ride of her life, and struggling to keep my shit together long enough to get her off before I exploded, I noticed that she had quieted down a little bit. What had been an untamed tiger just moments ago while I was playing with her clit, had now turned into a domesticated house cat. What the fuck?
“You okay, gorgeous?” I muttered breathlessly, savoring the tightness of her body and how I fit so perfectly inside of it. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I blissfully closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.
“Sure,” she replied unconvincingly.
Fuck. What the hell was I doing wrong?
I froze, balls deep, and demanded, “Alyce, tell me the truth. What’s wrong? Be honest.”
“I can’t…I can’t come like this,” she admitted, nearly sobbing.
“Why? Does it hurt? Am I too deep?” The last thing in the world I wanted was to stop, but if this caused her any physical pain then I’d end this in a heartbeat. When your partner isn’t enjoying it, what’s the point?
“I…I…it feels so good. I don’t want you to stop…”
“But?” I asked, sensing there was more she needed to say. I gently stroked her back, massaging with my thumb while I patiently waited for some answers.
“Maybe I’m close, but it’s like torture. I don’t think I can really come in any position besides missionary.”
“That’s like saying you can’t eat any food besides pizza, chocolate, and cheesecake. There’s nothing wrong with that, baby.”
To prove my point, I slowly eased my way out of her and ignored the screaming protests of my unhappy cock. Taking the few steps over to my tool box along the wall, I ripped off the blanket covering my costly equipment.
With a flourish, I folded the soft microfiber in half and spread it on the floor.
“It ain’t a five star hotel room, but it’s the best I can do on short notice. You in?” I asked, reasonably sure she’d be agreeable.
Alyce nodded her head, face lighting up with hope. That’s my girl. Up for anything.
We picked up where we left off, this time with me on top, and it took about a minute before she began to tighten up and spasm around my dick. But it wasn’t just one orgasm. Nope. Alyce came two more times, one after the other, boom boom boom. Each time I felt the clenching sensation of her pussy squeezing me, I had to fight like hell not to erupt inside her.
It was that good. Beyond amazing. Fucking stupendous.
I claimed her mouth, tongues moving in the same rhythm as though it were a choreographed dance we’d practiced countless times. Sharp nails dug into my back and I cradled Alyce’s head in my hand so she wouldn’t bang it on the hard concrete floor.
It’s difficult to fuck like
an animal when you’re trying to be gentle at the same time.
All of a sudden she arched her back up and grabbed my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I let go, unable to stop myself from shooting my load into the condom. Luckily Alyce came one final time, and she stilled beneath me after flopping back on the blanket.
We lay there, bodies intertwined, and it was the most relaxed I’d felt in a long time.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “One day you’re gonna get sick of pizza, chocolate, and cheesecake and decide you want to move on to ice cream, pie, and steak.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I mumbled, wondering if she was hungry. There was no way I was capable of moving one single limb on my body, let alone getting up and calling for food, so I hoped that was not the case.
“I can only do missionary. That’s going to get old after awhile.”
“Are you seriously worried about that? Alyce, I love pizza, chocolate, and cheesecake. I don’t want to eat anything else.”
I froze. I hope she didn’t think that meant I loved her. Honestly, I just really liked those foods. I’m not adventurous with the shit that I eat. If I like something, I stick with it. Girls can be clingy though, and I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. I mean, it’s only been a few weeks. Time for some damage control.
“Besides,” I continued, “it’s not like you can’t start off in other positions and just end in missionary. Quit stressing out so much. I want my girl to enjoy herself and live in the moment.”
“Your girl?” she asked, paying way too much attention to the dumbass words spewing from my mouth like projectile vomit. How deep of a hole can I dig myself here?
“Not like I own you or anything. You can come and go as you please.” Does that sound kind of cocky? “I mean…I’m glad you came over so I could look at your car.”
“You never did fix that, did you?”
“I might have been pre-occupied with something else,” I replied with a smirk, running my thumb over her cheek and ultimately stroking her silky hair. “Which light came on in the dash? I can look at it for real in a minute. Believe it or not, I do know a thing or two about cars.”
