The Mechanic

by Ramona Gray

  “No, Princess. You can take more. Just relax.”

  She clutched at my thighs but opened her mouth wider. I petted her hair again before sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked hard, her tongue licking and darting against my hot flesh and, fuck, if I wasn’t already close to blowing my load in her mouth.

  The way her lips stretched around my dick, the look of pure hunger on her face as she sucked so eagerly, made me hotter than fucking fire. I pulled out and groaned again when she leaned forward and licked away the precum beading out of the tip.

  “You taste good.” She sucked on the head again and protested when I pulled my dick out of her mouth.

  “Stop.” My voice was hoarse, and my thighs were shaking. “No more, Princess.”

  She gave me an anxious look as I lifted her to her feet. “I told you I wasn’t good at it.”

  I barked harsh laughter as I pressed my dick against her flat stomach. “That’s not it. You make me so hot, I was about to cum in your mouth.”

  “Uh, that’s fine. I don’t mind if you do.”

  Holy fuck. My little Ice Queen was trying to kill me. I shoved away the image of her pretty little mouth working hard at swallowing every last bit of my jizz. “Not this time, Princess. I want to be inside of you when I cum.”

  Her alarm was written all over her face. “You can’t do that. I’m not on the pill.”

  I leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. I liked that I could taste myself on her tongue and lips. I pulled my mouth from hers and stroked her cheekbone again. “I’ll use a condom.”

  “I have one in my purse.”

  “I’ve got some here.”

  I wanted to take her bare. Hell, I would have taken her bare if she hadn’t said anything. The urge to have nothing between us was almost too strong to resist. I had no idea if my sudden desire to knock Lily Carson up with my kid was because everyone would know she belonged to me or if my goddamn biological daddy clock was ticking. Either way, Lily was mine now and I couldn’t wait to see her growing big with my baby.

  “What are you doing?” Lily asked.

  I realized I was rubbing my hand back and forth over her belly, as if my kid was already in there, and I snatched my hand back. “Nothing. C’mon, Princess, time for you to cum on my cock.”

  I fucking loved the way she blushed whenever I said something crude. It made her satin skin even more irresistible. I led her to the bed and cupped her breast before kissing her again. I kissed her until she was moaning into my mouth and rubbing her perfect pussy against me. I wanted to take my time, wanted to explore every inch of her soft skin with my lips and tongue but I needed her badly. Next time I’d take it slow, but right now? Right now, I needed to be deep in her tight pussy before I lost my fucking mind.

  “You wet enough to take my cock?” I licked her bottom lip.

  “I – yes, I think so.”

  “Think so? Spread your legs, Princess. Let’s find out.” I stroked her lower belly, grinning when she parted her legs immediately.

  I cupped her pussy, rubbing my palm against the short patch of dark hair at the top of it as I stroked her swollen clit with my fingers.

  “Oh, oh my God,” she moaned again.

  “Pretty wet,” I announced, “but not wet enough to take my dick. Not yet.”

  I pushed her onto her back on the bed and shoved her legs wide open. I studied her pink pussy, her plump little lips were wet and begging for my tongue and her clit was peeking out from between them.

  “Jack,” she said uncertainly, “what are you doing?”

  “Looking at my woman’s pretty pussy,” I said. “I’ve never had such a pretty one belong to me.”

  “It’s not yours,” she said.

  “It is.” My voice was calm and unapologetic. Before she could argue again, I settled between her legs, buried my face into her hot pussy and went to work. Immediately, her tiny hands were clutching at my head and she was shoving her snatch into my face so hard, I could barely breathe. I didn’t mind. I fucking loved her reaction when I was eating her out. How the fuck that asshole ex-boyfriend ever thought she was cold, was beyond me.

  I licked and sucked on her sweet-tasting clit until she was about three seconds from cumming. When I pulled away, wiping my soaking wet face on the sheets, her loud cry of protest nearly deafened me. I grinned at her. ‘Not yet, Princess.”

  She let loose with a string of curses that would have made a sailor blush. I laughed and kissed her flat stomach. “You’re gonna cum on my cock, remember?”

  “I can’t,” she practically wailed as I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom. I rolled it on as she sat up and gave me a desperate look. “Jack, please. I was so close.”

  “I know.” I relaxed on my back on the bed. “Climb on, Princess.”

  She eyed my large dick with trepidation before straddling me. I cupped her perfect tits and played with her nipples until she was grinding her pussy against my hard stomach.

  “Oh,” she moaned as she rubbed harder. “Oh, that’s so good, that’s so… no, Jack! Stop it!”

  I had gripped her hips and forced her to stop moving. She glared at me and I could see she was itching to smack me. Her glare turned to a pout. “I hate you.”

  “No, you’re gonna fucking love me as soon as I give you my dick,” I said with another laugh. “Lift up.”

  She braced her hands on my chest and raised her lower body. I rubbed her pussy for a few seconds before guiding my dick to her hot hole. As she lowered her pussy down over my dick, we made identical moans of need. Holy fuck, she was so goddamn tight.

  “It’s too big,” she complained. She stopped lowering herself over my dick.

  “It isn’t.” I cupped her hips and forced her to take more.

  “Oh God. It is.”

  “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Keep going.”

  “Thanks for the pep talk, Coach,” she snapped.

  The sarcasm in her voice made me laugh and she gasped before suddenly pushing hard. Her pussy swallowed my dick like it was made for it. She gave me a surprised look when she took the final few inches. “I took it all.”

  “Good girl. Now fuck me.”

  She gave me a nervous look before moving her hips up and down. I groaned, and my fingers dug into her hips as she moved with slow deliberate strokes. “Is this, I mean, does it feel okay?”

  “Princess, it feels fucking amazing. Move faster.”

  She did what I asked and made a little squeak of surprise when I started meeting each of her thrusts. She was a little awkward at first, but it didn’t take long for us to fall into rhythm. When she started to pant and moan and toss her head back and forth, I sat up, flipped her onto her back and slid my dick back home into her sweet little pussy.

  “It feels so good,” she moaned. “You’re so thick, it feels… crazy good.”

  She hooked her legs around my waist and I leaned down and sucked on her nipples until she was wiggling and squealing under me. I propped myself up on my hands and stared at her bouncing tits as I pounded into her. I wasn’t sweet about it. My woman needed to know what it was like to have a proper fucking.

  She clung to me, her hips rising to meet mine. Our bodies slapped against each other and when I felt her pussy start to flutter around me, I whispered into her ear, “You gonna cum for me now, Princess?”

  “Yes!” She shouted. “Oh God, oh fuck, oh God, yes!”

  I grinned with satisfaction when she came with a shriek that rattled the goddamn windows. I thrusted harder and faster. Her pussy was squeezing around me like a vice and I moaned her name before sliding in deep one last time and cumming hard. I shook above her, throwing my head back and shouting my own hoarse cry of pleasure as her tight little pussy milked my dick with hard and rhythmic pulses.

  When I finally collapsed against her, panting like I’d just run a goddamn marathon, she stroked my back with her soft hands. I kissed her damp neck and rolled off of her before disposing of the condom. I
pulled the covers over both of us and relaxed on my back. She curled into me like a tired kitten. She was undoubtedly exhausted. She obviously didn’t sleep well at her piece-of-shit trailer.

  She yawned and rubbed her hand across my chest. “I came, and I didn’t even have to touch my clit. I can’t believe it.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  She giggled sleepily, and I curved my arm around her, holding her against me. Her voice thick with sleep, she said, “Should I go now?”

  “No. Go to sleep.” I rubbed her lower back as she snuggled closer.

  “Was I really bad at sex?”

  “You were perfect, sweetheart. Go to sleep now.”

  “’Kay. Night, Jack.”

  “Good night.”

  Her breathing slowed and deepened within a few minutes. I stared at the ceiling as I rubbed circles across her back. Lily didn’t realize it yet, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She was mine now. Later today, I’d take her back to her trailer and help her pack up her shit. She was moving in with me so I could be sure she was safe.

  I made a grunt of surprise when the damn cat jumped up on my bed. I glared at him and made a shooing motion with my free hand. He ignored me and, purring loudly, stretched out across my legs. Well, shit. Guess I had a goddamn cat now too.

  Chapter Eight

  Lily

  I didn’t mean to sleep so long. But yesterday was a long and profoundly weird day, and my body definitely wasn’t used to three orgasms in less than twenty-four hours. Feeling safe and protected in Jack’s arms, I’d fallen into a rare dream-free sleep that I didn’t wake from until almost noon.

  “Jack?” I called again as I walked down the stairs. I was wearing just his shirt and I tugged at the hem. I was pretty sure he wasn’t here, he had a business to run after all, but I peeked into all the rooms anyway before wandering back upstairs. Why hadn’t he woken me? We didn’t know each other that well and most people didn’t leave virtual strangers alone in their house.

  I sat on the bed and smiled at the way Greg was curled up on Jack’s pillow. I rubbed his head and he purred before tucking into himself. He was enjoying the warm house.

  So are you. It’s warm and you don’t have to worry about someone breaking in. Not to mention that Jack is actually a pretty good guy. Plus, he makes you come. You should stay.

  I laughed out loud. Stay? I couldn’t just invite myself to live at Jack’s house. What the hell was wrong with me? Jack had wanted to fuck me, that much was obvious, but he had and now we’d go back to being strangers. I wasn’t good enough at sex to keep his interest and besides, I was the laughing stock of the entire town. Oh, and completely broke and friendless.

  Jack had his own business, friends, and a nice house. He would never want an actual relationship with me.

  He said you belong to him.

  No, he said my pussy belonged to him. Big difference. He didn’t mean it anyway – he just liked the dirty talk, that was all. It got him going.

  It gets you going too.

  Yeah, it did. I would add it to the list of things I had learned about myself in the last twenty-four hours.

  -Will offer my mechanic a blow job for car repairs

  -Will let my mechanic finger me in his office

  -Will let my mechanic eat me out in his truck

  -Will let my mechanic fuck me for a warm place to sleep

  -Will enjoy the dirty talk from a certain mechanic with an incredible body and the ability to make me come like a fire hydrant

  I couldn’t even deny that I enjoyed not just the dirty talk, but all of it. I wanted Jack to do those things to me. In his office yesterday, I’d had my first taste of what it was like to orgasm with a man and now I was suddenly addicted to it. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to live with Jack for warmth or security. I wanted to live with him for the orgasms and the chance to see if maybe we could be something more.

  God, I was so fucked up, it wasn’t even funny.

  Depression filled me up like water in a balloon. I should have been dressing and leaving Jack’s house for my shitty trailer. Instead, I took off his shirt, crawled back into his bed and rested my head next to Greg’s on the pillow. He purred and stretched, touching my face delicately with his paw before closing his eyes.

  I closed my eyes. I was tired and sad, and it wouldn’t hurt to sleep another few hours. Jack wouldn’t be home until at least five. I would leave before he returned but I’d use the next couple of hours to take advantage of his warm house and bed.

  * * *

  In my dream, Jack was curled up behind me. His big hand was cupping my breast, pulling gently on my nipple as he kissed my neck. I lifted my chin, giving him better access to my throat. His kiss turned into a suck, a bite to show others that I belonged to him. The thought of belonging to him sent a little spasm of pleasure through my belly. I ground my ass against his hard cock and reveled in the low groan he made.

  This was the best dream ever.

  “Open your eyes, Princess.”

  I tried to ignore his low voice. If I opened my eyes, the dream would end. I didn’t want it to end. I wanted him to touch me and fuck me and -

  “Wake up.”

  I grumbled and opened my eyes reluctantly. I blinked and stared at the wall in front of me. The afternoon sun shone beams of light across the floor. God, I wish I could have slept even just a little longer. It was such a nice dream.

  “Do you have any idea how much I like coming home and finding you warm and naked in my bed, Princess?”

  I jerked wildly but Jack’s hand on my breast kept me firmly against him.

  Holy shit. Not a dream.

  “Jack?” My voice was froggy with sleep and I couldn’t stop my moan when Jack flicked my nipple and licked the curve of my throat.

  “Wh-what are you doing here?”

  “It’s my bed, Princess.”

  I flushed and tried to get out of bed. He made a noise of disapproval and pulled me even closer, his big hand squeezing my breast.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had slept so long.” My apology sounded super lame even to me. Jack’s warm hand continued to cup my breast and when his long fingers pinched my nipple, I squealed and arched my back into his touch.

  “Jack, please, I have to go. I have to be at work by seven and -”

  “It’s only three, Princess.” His hand caressed between my breasts before tracing circles on my ribs.

  “What? Did you – why aren’t you at work?”

  “I took the day off. You can do that when you’re the boss.” His low chuckle made my stomach muscles flutter. Or maybe it was his hand rubbing just below my belly button that made them flutter.

  “Oh. Okay, well, I should probably, uh, leave now.”

  Before I could squirm free, Jack pushed his hand between my thighs and cupped my pussy. I immediately parted my legs wide, feeling kind of sluttish but not really caring, and he pressed a kiss against my neck.

  “I think you need another fucking first. Don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I ground my ass against his cock. “Yes, I need that.”

  He fingered my clit, sending little shockwaves of pleasure up and down my spine.

  “You like that, sweetheart?”

  “So much,” I moaned. “You’re so good at this.”

  “That’s right, I am. I’m gonna make my little Princess feel so good. I’m gonna give her a nice, slow fuck.”

  “Condom,” I gasped. “We need a condom.”

  He took my hand and shoved it between our bodies to where his cock was pressing against my ass. “Already taken care of, sweetheart.”

  I touched the thin rubber and then he tugged my hand away before resuming the slow exploration of my pussy. I arched against his hand when he slid two fingers into me. I clenched around them, unable to hold back my moan of disappointment. They felt good, but I wanted more. I wanted his thick cock.

  “You need more, sweetheart?”

  It was like he was read
ing my damn mind. “Yes. Yes, please.”

  He pulled his fingers out of my wet pussy and showed them to me. “Look how wet you are for me.”

  I turned my head and kissed him hard on the mouth. “You do that to me.”

  He kissed me again, this one was slow and thorough and perfect. I sucked on his tongue and he moaned into my mouth before pulling back. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re so fucking hot.”

  “No, I’m the Ice Queen.”

  Why the hell did I say that? What was wrong with me?

  Jack laughed and shook his head. “Trust me, you’re not. That dick ex-boyfriend of yours was wrong. You’re not the Ice Queen, sweetheart, you’re the Fire Goddess.”

  I burst into laughter, a little worried that Jack would be offended but completely unable to stop myself. To my delight, Jack laughed with me before pressing a kiss against my mouth.

  “Did you ever think I’d be such a fucking cheeseball?”

  “No,” I giggled, “I really didn’t.”

  “Your fault,” he announced.

  I gave him a mock scowl. “How is it my fault that you’re a – ohhh…. oh my God.”

  Jack had slid his hand between my thighs again and given my clit a light pinch. It felt amazing and I clutched at his thick forearm. “Do that again.”

  “What? This?” He pinched my clit again and I squealed and dug my nails into his arm.

  “Holy fuck!”

  He laughed and rubbed his dick against my ass. “Language, sweetheart.”

  “Again,” I begged.

  “Not yet.”

  “Jack!” I smacked his arm in protest and he nipped at my neck before lifting my leg up. He shifted behind me, I felt his cock brush against my clit, he shifted again and… oh God, there it was. The head of his cock sunk into my pussy. I pushed back against him as he lifted my leg a little higher and moved down a bit more to get the right angle. He pushed, and I looked between my legs, watching in fascination as my pussy took inch after inch of his thick cock.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he breathed into my ear.

  “Please,” I moaned.