Motorhead

by Landish, Lauren

“Say please,” I growl against her clit. I lick around her clit, her soaked hairs catching in my stubble and pulling, and I know I’m torturing her, but I need to hear it. “Be good .”

  “Please,” McKayla says, her voice rising higher and higher as before she can even get the word out, I suck hard on her clit, sending her crashing over the edge into an orgasm that shakes her from the top of her head all the way to her toes. I feel her heels drum against my back as I clamp my mouth around her pussy and she fills my mouth with her juices, a nectar that’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted before .

  I stand up, my cock raging harder than ever at the feast I just enjoyed, and pull McKayla’s nearly limp body toward me, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds. “You ready?” I ask before letting go. “Just a second .”

  “What?” McKayla asks fearfully, relaxing when I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. It’s been there at least a year, but old habits die hard, and my condom’s still there. “Hmm . . . not so bad a boy after all .”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I growl, but I’m amused as I roll the condom down my cock. Really, it’s just as much for my pleasure as it is for protection. I haven’t been inside a woman in a long time and I’m afraid I’m going to bust a nut in thirty seconds if I don’t have something to dim the fire just a tad. “You’re going to get fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked before .”

  “Good,” McKayla says, wrapping her legs around my waist. I line the head of my cock up and push forward. Her pussy seems to flow around my cock in a perfect velvety, clingy, tight embrace that takes my breath away before I stop .

  I look down, seeing the pain in her eyes, but she’s not complaining about the feeling of my cock filling her. Still, I pause, grinding against her and letting her adjust while I lean down to kiss her stiff nipple, sucking on it and feasting on her body again until I feel her relax, running her hands through my hair again. Pulling back, I thrust again, filling her all the way until I feel my balls press against the warm curve of her ass .

  “You’re fucking tight,” I growl around her nipple as I look up into her beautiful face, all big eyes and pink hair and sexy tremble to her lips. “You ready ?”

  She nods, her voice yanked from her throat as I pull back and thrust again. Even if I’m wearing a condom, I’m not able to hold back, and I fuck her hard, slamming my cock deep into her with every stroke. Each one is fabulous, and fucking McKayla is like nothing I’ve ever experienced with a woman before. It feels like her body was made just for me as my hips smack against hers and I kiss up to her mouth again, pounding her against the hood of her car until she’s gasping for breath. “Oh, fuck, Evan, you make me . . .”

  I cry out, biting her lip as I come and push her over again, her fingernails digging harder than ever into my back. I can feel a delicious pain as she breaks my skin, and part of me is happy about it, loving the pain as I fill the condom with jets of my thick seed .

  McKayla clutches me to her as she rides her own orgasmic rollercoaster, and when it’s all over, she strokes my face once, smirking. “Damn . . . that was better than I’ve dreamed about all week .”

  “McKayla, this doesn’t mean — ”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she says, still smiling. “You’re an asshole, this can’t be a relationship, yada, yada, yada. I get it. But still . . . that was one amazing fuck. And from what I see in your eyes, you’re thinking the same thing right now .”

  She’s right, and I shrug. “Well . . . your car’s clean .”

  “‘Ish,” McKayla says. “How much do I owe you ?”

  I just smile, withdrawing and cleaning myself up. “If that sort of shit ever happens again, gimme a call .”

  “Don’t know your number, and I’ve got a terrible post-sex memory. You need to come across the street and write it down for me .”

  I know what she’s doing, but fuck it. I get myself buttoned back up and even grab a semi-clean t-shirt from the office while McKayla gets her things back on, and I climb into the passenger seat as she drives back across the street. In the glove box, I find a pen and a piece of paper, where I write down my number. “Here you go. Don’t lose it .”

  McKayla gives me a show of folding up the number and tucking it inside the cup of her bra, grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll program it into my phone as soon as I get upstairs. Walk me to the door ?”

  I get out and walk McKayla the short distance to the front door of the salon. Unlocking the door, she sighs. “Thanks, Evan. Really. Not for the fuck, though that was great. But for everything before that too .”

  “You’re welcome.” I lean in for some unknown reason and give McKayla a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry about the sick fucking prank. You’ll be fine .”

  McKayla gives me a smile and gives me a kiss back on my cheek before opening the door and going inside, locking it behind her. From the digital clock on the counter, I see it’s nearly one in the morning, but I don’t feel sleepy at all as I watch her disappear into the back of the shop, a light turning on for a moment in a stairwell before she closes the door .

  I turn to head back to the garage, and just as I step into the street, there’s a roar of a powerful engine. Bright lights flare, blinding me as I quickly jump back. A big sedan narrowly misses me as it goes roaring down the street toward downtown .

  “What the fuck?” I start to yell before stopping myself. I still can’t see much. My vision’s still a little dazzled by the lights, and the car’s too far away now, but there’s a disquieting feeling in my stomach that whatever this ‘prank’ against McKayla was, it’s a lot more than some kid doing something stupid .

  I wait for my eyes to clear before crossing the street again, going back inside the shop and rolling the doors down. I look through the narrow plastic window in the door at the Triple B and make a decision .

  Until I’m sure McKayla’s safe . . . I think I might sleep here every night. Just to be sure .

  Chapter 15

  McKayla

  “E arth to McKayla . . . come in, bitch. Can you hear me?” Brad asks, all giggles as he catches me drifting off once again .

  I’m trying to focus. Data entry isn’t my strong suit to start with, but these bills have to get paid. I love feeling the twenties and occasional hundreds between my fingers, but that doesn’t mean I like dealing with the paperwork. It’s why we spent the money for a totally integrated point of sales system, but it doesn’t do everything. So I try and focus, but even as my nails, blood red today, clickity-clack on the keyboard, my mind wanders .

  For the last few days, I’ve popped between virtually euphoric at the amazing sex with Evan, dreaming about how he put me up on the hood of my car and pounded into me like an animal unleashed, and feeling creepy-crawlies down my spine at what was done to my car .

  Evan tried to make me feel better, cleaning it up and then opening up to me more than I thought he ever would, and he’s tried to assure me that it was probably just a stupid prank. But I haven’t overlooked the fact that he’s more or less moved full-time into the apartment above the garage since the gross incident, almost like he’s protecting me. While that helps me feel safer, it also means that every night, I have to fight the urge to call him or go over there to see if maybe he can give me a little bit more assurance, if you know what I mean .

  Brad sighs with a laugh and brings me fully back to the moment .

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Just daydreaming for a minute .”

  Brad sets his makeup brush back in his case, shaking his head. “Girl, those aren’t called ‘daydreams’, they’re called fantasies. And yours were written all over your flushed face. Although with the way you were walking the other day, I’d say you were more likely replaying memories .”

  I reach a hand up to my cheeks and blush even further. I didn’t tell Brad about anything that happened, and I can’t get a read on him whether I actually was walking a little weird or if he’s just fishing. We’ve joked about it before—we call it the ‘Drought Br
eaker,’ although I’d say my wide-hipped mosey isn’t as funny as Brad’s waddle. “I wasn’t — ”

  “Aha, caught you!” Brad crows with a triumphant little clap. “I was kidding, but your reaction says I’m damn close to the bullseye. Just what devious things are you imagining doing with your greased up biker across the street ?”

  We both swivel our heads to look out the windows and into the bay doors of the garage across the way. It’s past sunset, but the lights are on inside, giving us a great view .

  Evan and TJ are walking around a car, appraising it as they point and talk. Evan leans over to get under the hood and my eyes lock on his ass, covered in tight denim with a big grease swipe where I’ve seen him wipe his hands countless times in the last few weeks. It’s just about the same place where I want to dig my nails into the dimples of his ass as he pounds into me .

  Brad, I can tell, probably knows what I’m thinking. “Mmm, damn, boy. Yeah, I can see why you’re cooking up some afternoon delight dreams about that yummy goodness. Jesus, I didn’t think you could get something that nicely fitting without being stretch jeans .”

  I sigh dreamily, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the counter. “It’s even better without the jeans. Best ass I’ve ever had my hands on .”

  I hear Brad’s gasp and realize I said that out loud, not in my head as I’d intended. Shit .

  Brad’s eyes bore into me, his voice demanding as he plants his elbows right across the counter from me, lowering himself to stare into my face. “Spill it, bitch. Don’t even try to back out of it now .”

  Before I can say anything, there’s a honk from across the street. We both look up and see Evan rubbing the back of his head, glaring at his brother. TJ looks across the street, trying not to laugh as he points and says something that makes Evan flip him the bird before stomping into the garage. TJ raises two fingers in a wave, and I return the greeting with a smile, thankful for the delay before I tell Brad what happened .

  Brad offers a little finger waggle to TJ too, watching him disappear before hitting me with his full attention. “Well ?”

  “Well what?” I try in a last-ditch effort to not have to spill it .

  Brad’s not having it. “Bitch, don’t make me turn you from Marilyn Monroe to Marilyn Manson .”

  “I think I’m more Shirley Manson, don’t you ?”

  Brad growls, and I laugh, throwing up my hands. “Okay, okay. Chill. So, the other day after we got back, I was really feenin’ for a burger around midnight. So, I pulled on some clothes and came down to make a drive-through run. When I came downstairs, I unlocked the car and grabbed the handle to open the door and there was something all over the handle, door, and window, but I didn’t notice at first. It was . . . oh, God, this makes me wanna hurl even thinking about it, but it was semen. I screamed, and then I got mad and started stomping around. Evan came over to check on me because he heard the commotion .”

  Brad interrupts me, his eyes wide in shock. “I thought this was a story about your seeing his ass. Now I’m fucking freaked out. Are you saying Evan jacked off on your car ?”

  I look at him, wondering if he’s had hearing loss recently, then realize I have been sort of babbling and going fast. I probably sound like a lunatic. “No, of course not. I’m getting there, but you need the whole story. So I was just totally freaked and grossed out. I mean seriously, it’s creepy as fuck to find your car door turned into a frosted fucking donut. Evan calmed me down but offered to call the cops. I said no, figuring they’d just blow it off like some damn teenage prank. Then he offered to use the power washer in the garage to clean it off. We got to talking . . .”

  I realize that I don’t want to tell Brad the things Evan shared with me. They feel private, like he gave me a little more than he does most folks, and I hold that dear. Brad seems to understand, though. “And? About the hands on his ass part .”

  Giving my friend a grateful smile, I wrap up my abbreviated tale. “Well, one thing led to another, and we had sex on the hood of my car. Kinda reclaiming it from the bad memory with a good one . . . a really good one .”

  Brad looks me up and down, then he stands up, rubbing at his cheek. He’s still a little playful, but there’s a side of him that’s serious right now, too, and both are present in his eyes. “We’ll get back to the other stuff, but first of all, how good are we talkin’ here ?”

  I chuckle, squeezing my thighs together as a memory tingle starts up between my legs. “Legitimately, the best I’ve ever had. Even Mr. Hitachi upstairs can’t keep up .”

  Brad snaps his fingers, whistling in admiration. “Well, all right then. What’s next ?”

  I shake my head. “There is no next. He’s been clear he’s not looking for anything serious, and I’m not exactly a ‘wait for him’ kind of girl. I guess we’re just going on as usual, and if something happens, it happens .”

  Brad looks shocked for a moment, his mouth hanging open, then he bursts out into laughter, bending to put his hands on his knees as the tremors of laughter shake his whole body .

  Through his fits, I can barely make him out, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wait for him . . . if something happens, it happens .”

  I slap his shoulder, not amused. “Quit laughing. This is serious .”

  Brad tries to reel it in, taking some big breaths, but his shoulders are still bouncing with suppressed laughter. “Okay, so serious. Got it. Let’s get one thing straight. You are not some Sit-Around Suzy who’s gonna wait for him to ask you out on a dinner and movie date. You’re a shot caller. You get shit done on your terms. Yeah, so you’ve picked a fucking vertical uphill battle this time, but that’s on your heart . . . and your nether regions. The pussy wants what the pussy wants, I guess .”

  I grin. Brad’s right. After all, I went after what I wanted last time too. Now that Evan’s had a taste . . . I bet he’s already thinking about wanting another round, even if his damaged side says he can’t. “This is why you’re my best friend, Brad. And if you ever repeat that, I’ll tell everyone your man-scaping secrets .”

  “Meow, retract those claws. I’ve got you, babe.” He stops laughing, his face going serious again. “But listen, I know you’re a big girl and can handle your own shit, but if anything like the deal with the car happens again, tell me so I can have your back. And if there’s no future with Evan, just watch yourself and don’t let it go too far. Shit can get too deep quickly if you’re not careful .”

  I nod and give Brad a hug. “I promise. Don’t worry, Evan made me promise the same thing .”

  “Oh, really?” Brad asks, hugging me back as he looks over my shoulder across the street. “Maybe Mr. Bad Boy Biker has some redeeming qualities besides a nice ass .”

  “And a big wrench .”

  Brad growls. “Bitch, don’t make me choke you .”

  “How do you know I wouldn’t like that?” In a fake sultry voice, I moan out, “Choke me, Daddy .”

  Brad shakes his head, the horrified laugh barely held back. “This is why I date men. Women are weird as fuck.” He walks back to his station, and I hear him mumbling about pirate porn and near-death experiences just to get off .

  Not able to resist one more twist of the knot in his knickers, I sing-song after him, “Don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it .”

  Chapter 16

  Evan

  I ’m staring upward, my shoulders aching and sweat trickling down my spine, face and arms reaching deep into an engine when I hear my brother mutter ‘oh, shit’ under his breath. I’m still fucking with Fast Eddie’s Mustang, currently working on pulling his transmission so I can tweak his gear ratios. Eddie wants to shave a tenth of a second off his quarter-mile time next month and is willing to pay for it. Beats doing oil changes on Corollas any day of the week .

  My voice echoes in the metal around me. As I set my tools aside, I’m glad he didn’t slap the hood like he sometimes does. I’d have cut myself up pretty bad if he did. “What’s wrong ?”

  TJ�
��s voice has a note of wonder and a note of amusement as he replies. “You’ll see. You just need to get straight, right the fuck now. Incoming, coming in fucking hot .”

  Wiping my hands on my work jeans, I turn from the lift to look at TJ, wondering what the hell’s gotten into his head. I see him staring out the bay door and follow his sightline. I’ll be damned. Coming in fucking hot is right. McKayla is strutting across the street, obviously beelining right for the garage with steel in her eyes, carrying a white box .

  I drink her in, my eyes taking in every detail from her curled hair and long lashes to her halter-style top that pushes her tits out on display, to her high-waisted shorts that stop high on the long tanned length of her legs, down to the little lacy socks and platform heels she’s wearing .

  I feel my pants get tighter around my thickening cock and reach down to adjust myself without even thinking about it. It’s only after I do that I realize that I’ve probably left a huge grease stain on the crotch of my jeans. Busted .

  McKayla doesn’t miss a thing, her eyes tracking my hand with a little smirk of victory. Walking into the garage, she stops and gives us both a megawatt smile, not quite showing off her figure but still making herself the sexiest thing to walk through the bay doors since . . . well, since the last time she was in here .

  “Hey, TJ . . . Evan.” She says my name like it’s got a couple of extra syllables, and even I hear the huskiness, and my cock responds, standing even taller as I remember her moaning my name on the hood of her car as I rammed into her .

  Goddammit. I’m right back in that moment, and by the look in her eyes, she knows it. It makes me angry that she’s trying to tease me when she knows that can’t happen again. It shouldn’t have happened last time, but that night was so fucked up, and the way she pressed her tits against my bare chest . . . fuck, I’m still a man !

  I stand with my legs wide, hoping for some relief, and cross my arms over my chest. Part of me wants to run over to the sink and grab a handful of Gojo, the obnoxious hand cleaner every mechanic knows . . . just to clean up a little .