by A. K. Evans
He held my gaze for a few moments while he allowed me to continue stroking him. But before I knew it, I lost purchase on his hardened length as he lifted me up and shifted me on top of his body.
I straddled his hips as he held a condom out to me. “You started this, you’ve got to do the work,” he declared, his hoarse voice indicating not all parts of him had fully awoken just yet.
Taking the packet from him, I tore it open as I shifted back on him. After tossing the wrapper off the side of the bed, I held the condom in my hand and examined it. I’d never done this before, but I appreciated Knox’s willingness to be patient while I figured it out. I quickly realized which way it needed to go on and did just that.
And as my fingers worked to roll it down his length, I looked up at his face. He was watching me intently, a pulsing need coursing through him.
Neither wanting to make him wait nor deny myself the experience of him this way, I held him at the base, lifted my hips, and positioned myself over him. Barely waiting another second, I slowly slipped down onto his shaft.
My head flew back as his fingers firmly gripped my thighs. After adjusting to the new sensation, I dropped my head forward and saw the devious look in his eyes. He was loving every second of this.
“Show me what you’ve got, Avery,” he urged.
I started off slow and cautious, trying to find a rhythm. It didn’t take me too long. And now I was moving my hips quickly over him with my hands planted firmly on his chest, receiving the best kind of praise from him.
He thought I was a natural.
I loved that.
Loved it.
Despite the fact that he’d told me I needed to be the one to do the work, Knox didn’t just lie there. He used his hands. A lot. He touched, teased, and squeezed me all over. Whenever I’d lean forward and was close enough to him, Knox wouldn’t miss the opportunity to put his mouth on me, focusing much of his attention on my breasts.
His mouth.
I was going to have to find the time to reciprocate at some point. Only I wouldn’t be using my mouth on his chest. I’d spend some time there, sure, but I wanted to try it out a few other places. Or maybe just one in particular.
For now, though, I wanted to be the one to give the both of us what Knox managed to do so effortlessly last night.
I wanted him to come hard.
So, I wasn’t immune to doing a little sharing of my own. With my hips in a nice, steady rhythm, I said, “You feel so good, Knox. I love the way you feel.”
His hands, one on my ass the other on my thigh, pressed in firmly.
Moving faster, feeling it build in my belly, I asked, “Do I feel good, baby? Do you like the way I feel?”
Something came over him, his eyes getting darker. “Love it, babe. You’re fucking incredible,” he asserted, his voice thick with need.
He loved it.
Warmth flooded me as my fingers gripped him harder. I started to lose my stride when, like a shot and seemingly out of nowhere, it hit me.
“I’m coming,” I warned him.
Only then did Knox take over. Letting out a growl, his hands flew to my hips, held them firmly in place, and he powered up into me. Fast and hard. So, so good.
My body trembled with the force of my orgasm, and it was all I could do to stay upright. Somewhere in the middle of it, one of Knox’s arm slid around my lower back to the opposite hip while the other drove into my hair until it landed just at the base of my skull. He tugged me forward and instantly claimed my mouth.
With the arm clamped around my back, he held on tight and thrust hard several more times before he thrust one last time and groaned as his orgasm hit. Not once did he loosen his hold. Not once did he break the connection between our mouths.
It wasn’t until both of us had made it through the final tremors of our orgasms that Knox gave a gentle tug backward on my hair.
His eyes searched my face. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I knew I had something I wanted to share. So, I blurted, “I was so worried you were going to be upset with me.”
His body tensed underneath mine. “For what?” he asked.
“For waking you up like that,” I answered.
Raising an eyebrow, Knox shared, “Babe, that’s not possible. If you want my cock, you can go for it at any time of the day or night.”
“What if you’re not in the mood?” I wondered.
Knox instantly flipped me to my back and kissed me before he promised, “I’ll always be in the mood for you. You’re crazy if you think otherwise.”
“Okay,” I replied because there was no reason for me not to believe him.
Lifting his body from mine, he grabbed ahold of my wrist and gave a gentle tug. “Let’s go get cleaned up so we can have some breakfast,” he suggested.
So, we did.
And roughly twenty minutes later we had brought our plates carrying bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches over to the couch. Technically, mine was an egg and cheese sandwich with the bacon on the side. Knox piled everything on his.
After taking several bites, he said, “Based on what I learned last night, my guess is that your plan for today is one of two things. Either you’re planning to go into the shop to work on the car all morning and afternoon, or you’re going to sit home and read.”
“Actually, I don’t really read a whole lot during the racing season,” I noted. “Since I’m such a homebody, I typically gather a bunch of books I’ll want to read when the weather starts to get cold out. Rarely do I dive in at this time of year.”
“So, you were planning on working on the car then?” he guessed.
I shook my head. “I hadn’t really planned that since it was Sunday, and I assume that nobody really ever goes into the shop on a Sunday,” I explained. “Besides, I do still have to maintain a house, do laundry, grocery shop, and watch TV. So, if it’s not a race weekend, that’s what I usually save my Sundays for.”
Picking up the other half of his sandwich, Knox reminded me, “It’s completely up to you, but I want you to know that if you are ever interested in going in on a Sunday to work on the car, I’m happy to go with you.”
I smiled at him and continued to eat.
“And if you decide that today is a day for laundry, housecleaning, grocery shopping, and watching TV, I just want you to know that I’ll stay late with you every day after work this week,” he declared.
“You’re the best,” I returned.
“I try.”
“Do you have anything planned for today?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nope. Why?”
“Well, I know I told you my two favorite things to do are reading and racing,” I started. “But I’ve actually got one more thing I really like to do.”
“What’s that?”
I bit my lip before I admitted, “The newest addition to my list of hobbies is you. If you’re up for it, I’d love to spend the day with you today.”
“Are we doing laundry?” he returned.
Shaking my head, I answered, “I mean, I might throw a load in, but I was thinking we could do some other stuff.”
Knox’s devious grin returned as he cocked an eyebrow. “Stuff?” he questioned me.
Was he going to make me say it?
I was suddenly feeling a bit shy. It seemed I’d been making a habit of doing this to myself. Feeling brave and powerful, I’d hint at wanting to do something. Unfortunately, the thing I was always hinting at doing was something I’d never done before.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with being adventurous and trying new stuff. The problem for me was that I wasn’t ever referring to doing something like jumping out of a plane and going skydiving.
Nope.
Not me.
I was the girl who wanted to go for all the glory. Or, I wanted to go for all the glory so long as I was certain that the man sitting on the opposite end of the couch from me wouldn’t think there was something wrong with me.
And in his defense, the
first time I’d been feeling courageous, which wasn’t even a full twenty-four hours ago, Knox never once made me feel bad about it. He took the time to listen to my reservations after I’d gotten myself in that situation and then made me feel much better about the whole thing.
And even this morning, he’d given me the same thing. I’d gone and done what I did by rousing him in a way not to be misunderstood, and when I expressed my concerns after the fact, he insisted I had no reason to ever feel that way.
Despite those reassurances and the fact that Knox made it clear he liked having sex with me, I was still nervous.
So, I pulled back a bit and answered, “Yeah, you know, I was thinking we could do some cuddling on the couch and watch TV.”
Not missing a beat, he said, “I heard the words you just said, but the look on your face up until you spoke told me that the stuff you’d been thinking about doing with me today had nothing to do with television.”
Yep. Knox was going to make me say it. I like him, but I wasn’t sure how much I liked the fact that he could read me so well.
“Well, I mean, a whole day of sitting around on the couch isn’t good for anyone,” I started. “We could do that in addition to some other things.”
“Like what?” he instantly replied.
I clenched my teeth together and could see by the look on Knox’s face that he knew precisely what he was doing to me. And he did not care one single bit. In fact, I would have ventured to say he was getting a kick out of making me squirm.
Fine.
If he was going to play it this way, I could do this. I hadn’t made it this far in my life by being afraid to put myself out there. Quite frankly, this caution I was suddenly experiencing was very new and unfamiliar territory for me. And it was something I only ever seemed to experience when I was with Knox.
Reminding myself that he was the one who made mention of my confidence, indicating it was something he found alluring, I decided to go for it.
Taking in a deep breath, I sat up a little straighter and shared, “I was thinking about last night and how wonderful you made that for me. And I guess I just thought it might be nice if I could do something just as nice for you.”
“You mean this morning wasn’t your way of doing that?” he wondered.
Shit.
At his question, I began biting the inside of my cheek.
This morning hadn’t been my way of doing that.
How was I supposed to admit to him that this morning was all about me just wanting more of him?
Apparently, I’d taken too long to consider the answer to this question and come up with a good response because Knox advised, “Your reaction is telling me everything I need to know. This morning wasn’t about that. No problem, babe. So, what nice thing did you have in mind?”
I swallowed hard and admitted, “I liked when you had your mouth on me last night… between my legs. Wouldn’t it be fair for me to be able to give you the same?”
“Are you trying to level the playing field?” he asked.
I wasn’t.
Truthfully, I hadn’t ever considered that. It was just easier for me to make it come across that way.
I shook my head in response.
“So, you just want to try it out then,” he surmised.
My eyes burned into Knox’s, but I stayed silent.
He must have, once again, read my mind because he muttered, “You really are a dream come true, Avery.”
“What?” I whispered softly.
Tipping his head to the side, he asked, “What are you confused about?”
“You realize you’re not sleeping now, Knox,” I confirmed. “You said the same thing this morning when I woke you up.”
“And?”
“And I just thought you said that because you were having a really good dream only to wake up and learn it was reality,” I answered.
He grinned. “I was,” he insisted. “But that’s not why I said it then, and it’s definitely not the reason I said it now.”
My brows pulled together.
Knox took one look at the confusion on my face and wondered, “How is it possible that you don’t know just how incredible you are?”
My lips parted as my lungs stopped functioning.
“Avery, babe, you’re the perfect woman,” he started. “You love cars. You love racing. You’re smart, beautiful, and confident. All that alone would be enough. But on top of all that you are, you love my cock. There should be no doubt about it. You’re a dream come true.”
I loved his cock.
He just said it.
And I couldn’t sit here and deny it was the truth.
Especially not when he said it alongside all the other stuff and ended with telling me I was a dream come true.
But because I’d never been the kind of girl to not try and save face, I did my best to play it off.
“I love your cock?” I asked, attempting to sound accosted.
His grin grew. “You love my cock, baby.”
I waved my hand in the air as though dismissing his words and explained, “I’m not a sex fiend, Knox. I just… well, it’s like having a new toy.”
“A new toy?” he repeated.
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure you understand. When you get something new, it’s exciting and you want to play with it all the time. But you eventually get used to it, and the appeal is no longer there in such a strong way. I’m certain this will be the same.”
Knox’s brows shot up. “Maybe I should withhold it from you then,” he suggested.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head and a sound escaped from the back of my throat. He couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t survive.
A moment later, Knox burst out laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” I asked.
He reached out and tugged me over toward him. The minute he had me in his lap his voice dipped low and he said, “You love my cock, Avery. The thought of not having it terrifies you.”
I didn’t respond. I simply scowled.
“Don’t worry,” he went on. “I won’t take it away from you. But I will be making sure I spice things up a bit so you can’t get used to it.”
I slumped against him, feeling a relief so immense I couldn’t begin to describe it.
Knox’s body vibrated with laughter, and he hugged me tight to him.
Following a beat of silence, he whispered, “My dream come true.”
It was nearly done.
I just had tacked the final piece of the puzzle. Or, more specifically, the cage in Avery’s car. All I needed to do now was make sure the fitment was perfect before I completed the welds on it.
Walking from where I was working out in the shop toward the office, I couldn’t help but let the reality of the situation settle inside me.
I was walking into the office to get my girl. Just as I’d promised her two weeks ago right before I asked her out on our first date, Avery and I were no longer just friends. And the last two weeks of my life had been some of the best.
Considering how volatile things had been from our very first meeting, it wasn’t a surprise I was struggling to accept just how good things were between us now. Of course, I had a small thought in the back of my mind that made me wonder if this was just the way of it. Things are always good in the beginning. Had Avery and I already experienced the worst of what would happen between us before we got together or was it possible there was more to come?
Not wanting to assume the worst and bring my good mood down, I pushed the awful thought to the back of my mind and walked through the steel door into the office.
Avery was on the phone when I walked in, but that didn’t stop her from flashing a big, brilliant smile at me. I returned the smile and added a wink.
I could see her instantly melt. Any time I winked at her, she couldn’t hide how much she was affected by it.
“Alright, well this worked out well then, John,” she said into the phone. “I’m glad we were able to fill the spot for our last-minu
te cancellation and get you in much sooner than your originally scheduled date. We’ll see you next Tuesday at one o’clock then.”
There was a pause while John responded. Then, Avery ended, “Have a great weekend.
Goodbye.”
After she disconnected the call, she returned her gaze to me and said, “Hey, baby. What’s going on?”
“I need your body,” I declared.
Her eyes widened. “We’re at work,” she murmured.
I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a laugh. While there was no denying that I thought about sex with Avery and did it often, it seemed she always had it on her mind. And I loved that.
But it still didn’t stop me from teasing her about it.
“Babe, am I not doing enough of a good job to keep you satisfied at least long enough to get through the work day?” I asked. “You came two times this morning.”
Shock washed over her face, and she stood to make sure nobody was standing down at the opposite end of the hall.
“Why would you say that?” she hissed.
Shooting her a dubious look, I returned, “Because it’s true.”
“Yes, but the rest of the guys here don’t need to know that!” she scolded me.
I looked around the office before bringing my attention back to her. “Nobody else does know,” I assured her. “Relax, Avery, I wouldn’t have mentioned it if someone else was around. I don’t need them even having the thought of you coming in their minds.”
Ignoring my words, she asked, “Well, if that’s not what you were talking about, what did you mean?”
“I need your actual body. I just tacked the door bars on the car and want to make sure the fitment is perfect before I weld them in,” I clarified.
“Really?” she replied, standing up immediately.
“Yeah. Why would I make that up?”
She shrugged and returned, “I don’t know. Maybe you were trying to impress me.”
“Impress you?”
Avery nodded.
“Why would I be trying to impress you?”
Reaching out to grab the cordless office phone to bring with her out into the shop, she suggested, “Maybe because you don’t care that we’re at work and you’d want me to be a willing participant in a secret romp somewhere here in the shop.”
