THE KISS ISN’T KIND. It isn’t sweet. There’s no consideration given to anything besides the fervor between us.
He moves forward until my back is pressed against the edge of the table, my face cupped firmly in his hands. His lips part mine, urging them open, until I give in.
My head is spinning, my personal space completely obliterated by Walker Gibson. His solid body is against mine, his scent flooding my airways, the taste of his mouth rocking through my veins and wanting, needing, craving more.
He wastes no time, dipping his tongue past my lips with such a strong, purposeful motion it verges on ownership. I taste his desire, feel the heat radiating off his body, experience the raw, unhinged lust he’s explaining without ever saying a word.
Moaning softly, my hands working their way into his thick strands, he holds me in place with the pads of his thumbs resting on my cheekbones. Each lick, each delve into my mouth, becomes more frantic. More heated. More on the cusp of spiraling out of control.
Moving so he’s straddling me, one foot on the outside of each of mine, I can feel his cock rest against my belly. The length presses against me like a steel rod ready to burst the denim covering it.
Releasing the tufts of hair laced through my fingers, I wrap a hand around the back of his neck. My palm lying against his uncovered skin, feeling the sweat beaded there, sends a full-body shiver racing down my spine. Working my hands down his back, each movement causing the thick muscles to flex and bend under my touch, I make it to the hem of his shirt and then down the backside of his jeans until they’re resting on his ass.
Taking my bottom lip in between his teeth, I moan into his mouth and jerk his body towards mine. My head is buzzing, my blood screaming, my pussy begging for relief.
Opening my eyes, I see his settled on me. He lets go of my lip and takes a step back, his breath as frenzied as mine.
His pupils dilated, his hair a wild, sexy mess, he sucks in a haggard scoop of air. “Does that feel like I’m just fucking with you?”
“You stopped, didn’t you?”
He starts to smile but stops himself. “I stopped for your own good.”
“I’ll put it to you like this,” I say, letting my libido do the talking. If he shuts me down, I’ll leave and never look back. “I need fucked. I’ll let you decide by whom.”
That’s all it takes. With a growl coming from deep within his throat, he stalks the short distance between us.
“I can always find someone else,” I say, my voice betraying me. “If you don’t wanna—”
“Stop talking.”
My mouth clamps shut, like it’s controlled by the man peering down at me. The heat of his focus warms my skin and my mouth opens again to drag a cool breath of air into my lungs. Only it’s not cool. It’s as heated as the stare firing down from Walker.
He grabs the edge of my shirt and yanks it over my head in one quick, unceremonious move. I have no idea what he does with it; I’m too busy watching him watch me.
My thighs clench together in a worthless attempt at quelling the incessant throb between my legs. I think he notices, the corner of his lip twitching in what I would guess is a halted smirk.
Biting down on his bottom lip, perhaps to avoid any further accidental giving-away of what he’s thinking, he hooks a finger in the waistband of each side of my shorts. The roughness of his finger running down my skin as he drags them to the floor causes my back to arch, a soft sigh escaping my throat.
As the fabric falls south, he bends along with it, until his face is level with my pussy. My shorts pooled at my feet and wearing only a faint pink lace bra and panty set, I gulp when he doesn’t immediately stand.
Crouched, he grips the table behind me with both hands, boxing me in. When he looks up, I almost melt. My knees threaten to give out as I take in the decadent smirk playing on his handsome face.
“The best part about this,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, “is going to be hearing you speechless for once.”
“I’m never speechless,” I lie. “You’re welcome to try though.”
A chuckle rumbles from his chest, the sound whispering over my bared flesh. I don’t even attempt to stop the quiver that comes as a result.
He places his hands on the globes of my ass, making me stutter a breath. His palms are splayed, his fingers covering my entire backside and kneading into my skin.
Before I’ve even processed this, before I can even wrap my brain around how we got here, his head falls forward.
“Ah,” I moan as his face buries into the crook of my legs. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue working its way around the lace of my thong. “Walker . . .”
Instinctively, I begin to pull back, but I’m yanked forward and harder into his face. Catching myself on his shoulders, partially bent over his crouched position, he hums against my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I groan, threading my fingers into his hair as my eyes roll back in my head. As the warmth of his tongue slides down my slit and then back up again, I whimper.
“Words, Slugger,” he chuckles.
“Ah . . .”
The flat part of his tongue rolls against my clit, the swollen bud pulsing against him. He works it around and around, working me into a frenzy. I press his face against me by the back of his head, moaning as he slides one finger into my opening.
Widening my stance, wanting to give him as much access as necessary, I almost come when he inserts another finger.
“Walker,” I hiss, working my hips around. “Damn it. That feels so good.”
As if that was some kind of challenge, he draws them both out and then slides them in again, repeating this movement as I bury my fingernails into his shoulders. He tunes me like a car, making me hum like a well-oiled motor that revs only for him.
He sucks in my nub, caressing it with his warm, wet mouth until he feels my legs begin to shake. As my body nearly comes apart, my legs threatening to give away, he lifts me up and sits me hard onto the table. The tools sitting on the far end roll to the floor, clamoring about as they find the lowest point in the room to stop. All the while, Walker leans me back on the table, my legs dangling off the end as he fingers me relentlessly.
“My God . . .” I say, my voice bouncing with each thrust of his fingers. “Walker!” I shout as the sound of my wetness echoes off the walls of the shop.
“You’re still talking,” he laughs.
Despite the noise of the incessant strum of blood pouring by my ears, I hear the tear of lace as my panties break free from my body.
I don’t even look down. I can’t. All I can do is feel the heat of his mouth going in for the kill.
As soon as his lips hover over my clit, everything explodes. “Oh!” I moan, my knees pulling back as he laps up the juices that begin to coat my legs and the table beneath me.
His fingers work me every which way, a thumb hovering over the opening of my ass. I suck in a breath, only barely registering what he’s doing, but the pressure just adds to the chaos wreaking havoc in my overstimulated body.
The orgasm is so hard it’s almost painful, everything so sensitive it almost aches. As I land from the climax of my life, I open my eyes to see he’s watching me.
“Feel good?” he asks, slowing his fingers between my legs.
I only nod, my throat dry, yet my need for this man unquenched.
He grins at my reaction, an easy, free kind of smile that I’ve only seen him use with other people. If my face wasn’t already so red, I’d worry he would catch me blushing.
Narrowing his eyes as he undoes his belt, he licks his lips for my benefit. Not wanting to give up all the power over an orgasm, I pop up on my elbows.
“How do I taste?” I ask.
His hands falter for a moment before he nods his head. “Like a girl who hasn’t been fucked enough.”
“I’d say that’s true.”
The belt comes off with a snap. “It’s your lucky day then, Slugger. I’m about to fuck you into tomorrow.”
MY BOOTS, SOCKS, AND t-shirt lie scattered off to the side. Standing in front of Sienna in only a pair of dirty work jeans, the threads held together by the grease of the day, I watch her absorb the situation. Watch her absorb me.
I never know what to expect from this girl, the girl who I can’t shake. The one I can’t dislike even when I try, and damn it, how I try. I haven’t scratched this itch for fear the irritation would spread far too deep, only to come to realize tonight, as she threatened to quit and never see me again, that I’m already fucked in all the ways that matter. Sinking into her sweet pussy at this point is a side note.
She stands next to the table in nothing but a light pink bra that does nothing but hold up her full, heavy tits. Her nipples are obvious through the lace, dark brown buds peaked and waiting for me. The sight of her alone has my cock throbbing so hard it’s already ready to come.
“Come here,” I say, unfastening the top button of my jeans.
She takes the few steps between us, her cheeks the color of her bra. Standing before me, her hair swept up in a messy up-do she must’ve created while I was stripping, she’s never looked more beautiful.
Bowing my head, I press my lips to hers. One toned arm slips around my neck, tugging the kiss deeper. My hands grip her sides before grazing over her ribs and thumbing the tips of her breasts. She responds with a shudder and breaks the contact. It’s just as well.
“Take off your bra,” I instruct, taking a step back.
“Not before you lose the jeans, Gibson.”
“Oh,” I say, arching a brow. “You think you get to call the shots tonight?”
“I think you want my pussy as bad as I want your cock. That gives me a certain leverage, yes.”
Shutting my mouth before I say something and piss her off, I look her dead in the eye as I unzip my jeans. She seems pleased as she reaches behind her back and fumbles with the catch to her bra. As my jeans drop to the floor, so does the lace. Both are tossed aside together.
As she eyes my cock and does the math, figuring how all of it is going to fit inside her tight body, I grab the length and give it a stroke for good measure. A bead of pre-cum pools on the head.
With the sway of a goddess, she moseys in front of me. Knocking my hand to the side and off the shaft, she wraps her smaller hand around the base of my cock.
“What are you doing?” I groan, her touch alone almost setting me off.
“Just seeing if you really want me,” she teases. Before I can stop her, she’s swirling her tongue along the head like it’s a Popsicle.
“Sienna,” I groan, flexing my hips forward. “Stop.”
“Stop talking.”
“Well played,” I say, accepting my own words back at me as I fight the urge to fuck her mouth. She’s every wet dream and grounded hope I’ve ever had, all wound up in this gorgeous body. It’s almost too damn much to take.
Looking at me through her thick, black lashes, she licks up the length and then drops her mouth over my swollen head. As she starts to take me in again, I clasp my hands under her arms and tug her to her feet.
Walking away, feeling her silent objection behind me, I dig through a drawer in the back and retrieve a condom. Ripping the package open and rolling the rubber over myself, I’m ready to turn around when her hands wrap around me and lay on my stomach.
She strokes the lines in my abdomen, her touch soft against the harshness of her breath whispering against the middle of my back.
“I want you, Walker,” she says, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.
Knowing myself too well and that I’ll start tripping up if I allow those words to settle, I whirl around. “I know you want me. You just came all over my face.”
The sting of her smack adds to the flame in my gut that’s already burning entirely too hot.
“The nice thing would be for you to say you want me too,” she says, forcing a swallow.
“Come on,” I sigh, pointing at my dick. “Does this look like it wants you?”
“Of course it does. But do you?”
I can’t answer that. Instead, I sweep her into the air, her legs locking around my waist. I’m surrounded by her sweet scent, the pulsing of her pussy riding up against my dick. She’s wet, so damn wet, that she slides up and down my shaft with every movement.
Just this feels good, so fucking good, that for the first time in a long damn time I don’t care about anything or anyone other than the two of us in this room right now.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I breathe, my teeth nipping at her ear. She squeals and tries to move away, only giving our bodies more friction to work with.
Her heels locked at my back, her nails digging into my skin, I crash my mouth onto hers. She meets it with matching eagerness. Need and lust make me dizzy, blocking out everything but what comes next.
Spinning us around, her foot catching a tray of bolts and screws and knocking it to the floor, I scramble to find somewhere to sit her. Pin her. Lay her out for the taking because if anything is true, it’s that I’m gonna fucking take her.
Our breathing is ragged, her hands yanking on my hair to lift my chin for more access to my mouth. She kisses me like a starved woman and I’m the last oasis in the desert.
“Get. Inside. Me,” she begs between breaks in the kisses.
“Stop being so bossy,” I say, tugging at her bottom lip.
“You apparently need told since it’s taking you so long.”
Slamming her back against the wall, I pin her and dig between us, freeing my cock, and lining it up with her opening. It’s my intention to take it easy, to go slow and enjoy it, but the frenzy of the moment puts all of that aside.
With a slight twist of her hips, she sinks down. Taking me in with a sharp gasp, her fingernails biting into my shoulder, she arches her back and takes in as much as she can get.
“Walker!” she yells, a stuttered breath punctuating the final syllable.
“Is that hard enough?”
“Ahhh . . .”
“Come on, Slugger,” I tease. “Words or else I’ll think you’re speechless.”
“Never,” she manages to eke out as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
My hips flex, giving my cock to her with a brutal urgency. She groans, her eyes giving up and staying closed, as I press into her like I’ve wanted to since the first night I saw her.
She squeezes around me, the muscles of her pussy pulsing. Grasping under her ass, holding her up, she grips my shoulders and holds herself in place as I pound her into the wall.
“I’m not hearing anything,” I say through gritted teeth. “Don’t let me down now.”
“Can. You. Go. Harder?” she asks, her tone coated with a plea for more.
“You sure?” I slam into her so hard I think I’m going to break her.
“Yes,” she almost whines. “Like this.”
The clock to the right of her head bangs against the drywall with the rhythm, the metal table beside us clamoring with each thrust. It’s a dizzying staccato effect, an almost musical element to the situation. As she constricts harder, her moans getting louder and more urgent, I suck in a beaded nipple and feel her come apart on my cock.
Her body gushes over me, the force of the ejaculation almost shoving me out of her. I drive harder into her, nipping and kissing my way from her breast to her mouth, swallowing her pleasured moans.
As she goes limp, letting me hold almost all of her weight up on my hands, her head falls onto my shoulder. I have to move, change things up, before this is all I remember.
Gazing across the garage, I spot an old eighties Corvette Peck has been restoring for someone in town. The curves in the hood almost make a makeshift alley for a body. Walking over to the hood, my feet slapping against the cool concrete, I lay her down on the hood of the car.
Her eyes go wide as she squirms against the sleek carbon fiber material. “What are you doing?” she asks, cupping her breasts in her hands. They spill over her fingers, a decided difference from the flatness of her stomach. “Isn’t this someone’s car?”
“Yes, it’s someone’s car. And I’m going to lay you down on the hood and make you come all over it. Sound good?”
Her eyes roam my body, down my jaw, across my shoulders complete with the imprints of her fingernails, and down the lines of my abs. She flicks her gaze back to mine, her legs falling to the sides. “You going to start now or what?”
A victorious smile stretches across my face and it’s reflected on hers. Bending over, I press a kiss against her lips as I find the opening of her pussy and work my cock back inside. It’s tighter now than it was.
Grabbing her hips and pulling her down the hood, I position her calves on my shoulders. Her tits bounce as I drive into her. “You feel so good,” I tell her, my brain getting fuzzy as I get lost in the rhythm.
My balls slap off her ass, her body squeaking against the car as I deliver us both higher and higher towards climax. Her blonde hair with faded purple streaks looks like a halo against the black paint of the ‘Vette, her porcelain skin like an angel.
Digging my hands into the dips of her hips, I hold her in place as I drive into her pussy. Each thrust, each penetration into her delectable body, brings me closer to the edge.
“I . . .” she says, trying to warn me she’s going to come. But I know. I can feel it. “Ah . . .” She moans, lifting her hips even higher.
Stroking as deep as I can get, hitting the back wall of her body, I feel the gush of her orgasm just as mine hits.
Her legs stiffen against my shoulders, her back arching off the car. She shouts my name, along with a stream of unmentionables, as I unload into the condom.
The orgasm feels like it’s ripping me apart, decimating every cell in my body, yet the best part might be watching her fall to pieces. The way her full lips part, her cheeks flush, a gloss of sweat dots her forehead. Knowing the contented look on her face is because of me is, quite possibly, the best thing I’ve ever witnessed.
And then it’s over.
My blood still roaring through my veins, unable to find its equilibrium, I pull out with a gentleness so as not to hurt her. Still, she gasps, sitting up and looking mildly embarrassed.
I want to tell her not to be, that she just gave me the best orgasm of my life. That I’ll never look around this building and not think about the way she looked on the hood of this car. But I don’t. Because I’m a dick. I have to be.
Guilt hitting me head-over-fist, I know what I have to do, even if I really don’t want to do it.
“Need a hand?” I ask, offering her one.
She takes it and scoots off the car. Looking back at where she just lay, she bites her lip. “Can we, like, buff out where my body was?” she says, peering up at me.
“I’ll do it later.”
“I’d rather no one sees that, you know.”
Instead of telling her there’s no fucking way I’d let anyone see that, I shrug. “I’ll get it tonight. No worries.”
Sienna watches me for a long moment. “So, what now?”
“What do you mean, ‘what now’?” I ask, even though I know exactly what she means. I also know what I need to do. I have to turn away from her to do it. “Now you leave.”
I cringe as the words fall out of my mouth, hang my head as I say them. She doesn’t say anything and I close my eyes and wait for it.
“Well, okay then. Now I leave.”
“Sienna . . .” I swing around on my heel, my heart striking so hard I think she has to hear it. There’s nothing I want more than to pull her against me, hold her, tell her how amazing she is. But what good would that do? None. “Um, thanks again for helping me tonight.”
She smiles, but it’s not the sweet grin I’m used to. It’s cold. Angry. Embarrassed. “Sure. No problem.”
She scoops up her clothes and disappears into the lobby. I see the light flip on in the bathroom as I get dressed. After a little bit, the door opens and the light goes off and I make out her shadow as she heads to the front door.
She pauses, maybe waiting on me to stop her. My hand reaches for the door, maybe to take her up on that. But for the first time in a while, my body and brain are on the same page and I do us both a favor and don’t. I just watch her go to her car, making sure she makes it safely inside, and then pick up a hammer and chuck it against the wall.