I don’t move this fast, I want to tell Liam.

I’m not the girl you can just seduce within an hour of meeting me.

But as Liam twirls his finger on my clit, I can’t tell him to stop. It feels too. Damn. Good.

And the truth is I want this. Need this.

I wrap my hand around his back, and gently caress the tattoo of an eagle. His back is huge. His muscles are hulking. His skin is rough to the touch.

“Liam, please,” I mutter.

He leans his forehead against mine, and I can feel the heat emanating from his head.

“You want me to stop, City Girl?”

I grind my teeth a little bit, and remember the rage I was feeling at this man not two minutes ago. It’s mostly been dissolved, but his mention of the dumb nickname he’s already given me sparks a surge of rage inside me.

I bite his neck, and he grunts, then pushes me off him. He looks at me with his amber eyes wide, full of fury and desire.

“Hell no,” I mutter, my voice caught mostly in the back of my throat. I smile a little. “I want you to go harder. That all you got?”

He grunts and my lips involuntarily form an O as I feel two of his fingers curve up and into me. I whimper and arch my neck back as he leaves a trail of kisses heading down to my cleavage.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Dirty girl.” He grunts again as his fingers rub against my g-spot. Even though the truck isn’t moving, I feel like I have to hang onto the armrest for balance. I try to look away, but he grabs my face and forces me to kiss him, attacking me with his mouth. Our tongues battle, though it’s hard for me to give him my full concentration with my pussy pulsing around his thick fingers. I want to nod and tell him that yes, this is what I want, but another part of me doesn’t want to give this asshole the validation he’s after. Yes, I’m a dirty girl. Yes, your abs, your tats, and your ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude turn me on. So what?

“It’s fine, you don’t have to answer,” he growls as though reading my mind. “These tell me what I need to know.”

He reaches his free hand up my shirt and under my bra to grab my tits. My nipples are hard as fuck, and he flicks them back and forth with his fingers.

“Oh fuck…” I mutter, fluttering my eyes. For a moment, I realize I’ve only heard this man’s name but once. I don’t even know his last name. I don’t know if he notices the awkward pause, but fuck him. He still refuses to call me Haley. Maybe I should just start calling him by some other name. The name SAM flashes through my mind.

“Sam,” I mutter to mess with him.

He swallows, and I swear, for once I see that lordly smirk leave his face and he actually looks concerned. “Who the fuck is Sam?” He growls.

I snort. “Sexy Ass Mechanic. SAM for short.” I bite my lip, then moan as he curves his fingers up towards my pelvis stimulating my g-spot, sending me to the moon and back. The smell of sex and pleasure fills the truck. “Oh fuck,” I mutter.

He’s hunched over me, his ass barely half on the seat. “Sam,” he nods. “I kind of like that, actually. And I’ll call you DAGNY.”

I whimper and wiggle my body. This whole having a conversation while I am approaching orgasm thing is not my usual style. “DAGNY? What the hell is that?”

He grabs hold of my hip, slips a hand behind my skirt and gives my ass a squeeze. Fuck, the man knows how to work his hands. Must be all that mechanic-ing he does.

“Dirty Ass Girl from New York,” he smirks, and continues. “I might have said sexy instead of dirty, but SAGNY just didn’t have the same ring to it.”

If his fingers weren’t knuckle deep in me, I’d giggle. Since when do jock-looking men with great abs and tattoos actually have a sense of humor? Instead, I open my mouth all the way. He bites my lower lip, then works his way back to my neck and latches onto my neck, suctioning like a damn vacuum.

“Ow! Fuck, what was that for?”

“Just wanted to mark you as my territory,” he smirks. “You’re mine now, Dagny.”

I want to protest. More than that, I want to slap this man across the face. But before I know it, he spins me around so my back is to the door, spreads my legs straight out and up, and dives down between them with his tongue.

“Fuck you, Sam,” I mewl. My blood boils, as I grab this man’s head and press it into my pussy as hard as I can. I grind my clit against his tongue while his fingers do work inside me. I thrust into him as hard as I can, but he doesn’t back down from the challenge.

Instead, he licks and sucks my pussy more voraciously, like I’m the tastiest thing on earth. Liam pulls his finger out of me, and wraps his hand around my leg. I squeeze his head with my legs.

“Fuck yeah,” I say, impressed by this man’s ability to take my--abuse? I’m pushing him into me with all of the strength I have, and he’s loving every second of it.

My orgasm crescendos. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. A stranger--licking me, sucking me, lapping me up. I’ve had fantasies like this, sure, but I’ve never acted on them before. Who the hell am I?

Maybe Liam is right. I am Dagny. Dirty Ass Girl from New York.

Dagny and Sam. A match made in heaven.

Or maybe made somewhere else.

He lifts his head for a moment, and takes a deep breath. “You love this shit, don’t you?” he grins, and his look is the cockiest thing I’ve ever seen. I grind my teeth because I don’t want this asshole to be right. Some sexy mechanic shouldn’t be able to piss me off one minute, then deliver the most pleasure I’ve ever experienced the next.

“You’re an asshole,” I counter, not wanting to admit how badly I want this.

He shrugs--well, as much as you can shrug when you are basically on your knees in a truck--and runs his tongue around both his upper and lower lips. “I don’t usually like the taste. You taste sexy as fuck though. Must be that city water.”

“Shut up and fuck me with your face,” I murmur--and then my eyes widen when he pauses. Have I crossed a line? Liam likes a dirty girl, sure, but is there such a thing as too much?

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, and I have the answer to my question when he dives back in.

The man is crude, he’s crass, and his tongue maneuvers so well inside me I get a little angry that the most orally skilled man I’ve ever met is also the biggest asshole. But right now, it’s not like that matters. I can’t even think, what he’s doing feels amazing.

My breaths shorten. I’m racing to the top of my orgasm when he pauses and glances up at me. He opens the door and wipes his face, which is covered in my juices. “Out,” he orders, a one word command.

And we’re back to asshole Liam, who’s bossing me around. Still, when he arches an eyebrow, I have a hard time denying those pretty, amber eyes. His lashes are the type that I know a girl or two in New York who would kill for.

“Okay,” I mutter, as I hop out of his truck and into the dead of the night.

It’s so quiet outside, I can hear the crickets chirping in the cornfields to the side of the road. There isn’t another car in sight.

That’s Blackwell for you, I suppose. Middle of freaking nowhere, USA.

And a good thing too, that it’s in the middle of nowhere, because my dress rides up my hip as a shirtless man guides me by the ass to the back of his truck.

I swallow, and have to look up at the stars to make sure this is a real thing. This is happening, I’m giving in to this man who I’ve just met, but is quite possibly the sexiest mechanic ever.

I walk tentatively around to the back of the truck. He pulls down the tailgate of the truck, then grabs me by the waist, picks me up and sets me down so my feet are hanging from the truck.

“Wait,” I groan. I love looking at his rugged good looks in the moonlight, which makes Liam’s face glow. He pulls my body in toward his, and I hook my legs around his waist. He tips my chin up to look at him, and just stares at me for a few beats.

“Dagny...I like that name, by the way. They don’t make girls like you in Blackwell.” He cocks his head to the side, and sort of smiles down on me. It’s the kind of smile where I don’t know if he’s taking pity on me, or if he is genuinely as in awe of me as I am of him.

I take a deep breath and run my hand from his chest to his ribcage, past his abs. I don’t stop until I reach down inside his jeans, and grab hold of his cock.

It’s stiff in my hand, though not rock hard yet. I don’t imagine Liam having a cock any less hard than those abs I just felt up.

He grunts when I grab the thing, and follows that up with a short breath. It’s not much, but that little breath is the first time I’ve seen the man act vulnerable in any way at all, all night.

“You like it when I grab your cock like that, don’t you?” I say, licking my lips. He doesn’t take his eyes off mine, but his expression is a lot more glazed over than it was before. I think I may have finally found the man’s Achilles heel. Big surprise, it’s between his legs.

I stroke it back and forth a little inside his jeans. It’s tight, and there’s not much space to maneuver him around. I reach down with my other hand and unbuckle his jeans, then take down his zipper, until his member flops out.

“Oh fuck,” I let out, acknowledging the fact that I’m not sure how much of this thing I’m going to be able to fit into my mouth...or anywhere.

I hop down to the pavement and squat so I'm at eye level with his hard length. I would get down on my knees, but there's no way I'm letting them get all beat up from the concrete. Squatting in my heels isn’t the most comfortable, but it will have to do.

I grab hold of his shaft and guide him toward my lips, then swirl my tongue around his tip. I flash my eyes at him before I take him in my mouth. He's got his hands on his hips and his eyes are rolled back in the back of his head.

I focus on him, and he puts a hand on my head as I take the first couple of inches, massaging me, not forcing me. This reinforces my feeling that I've found his one weakness.

“Ahh fuck. Haley,” he mutters, and it's not lost on me that this is the first time he’s muttered my real name.

Whatever his reasons for that, it spurs me on, and I grow even wetter as I take him deeper in my mouth, bobbing back and forth on his cock.

His breaths grow shorter. “Aw, shit, Haley,” he drawls, as I relax my throat and work a couple more inches of his thick, long cock. With my eyes closed, I run my hands up his abs and back down. He gyrates his hips a little bit with me as I bob with increasing enthusiasm. A thought crosses my mind that, with how hard Liam wanted me to fuck his face with my pussy, I bet he thinks I can’t be as dirty as he was.

I take a deep breath and bring my face into his cock, so deep my lips touch his pelvic bone. He grunts loudly and holds my head down on his cock, my lips gripping his hard flesh. The noise gets louder, and he moans. “Don’t stop,” are his breathy words.

Even as he releases me from his grasp, I swirl my tongue around his hardness, determined to have him fuck my face even better than I fucked his. If he’s dirty, I can be dirtier.

A whirring noise gets louder, and I’m not sure it’s Liam’s moan. I wonder…

“Don’t fucking stop,” he commands me, and at that exact moment I realize a car is fast approaching. I could stop, but I don’t. I’ve come this far.

I try and take a breath through my nose as the car drives past.

“Wooooo you get it gurl!!!” Shouts a woman’s voice from the car before it speeds past. The normal me might die of shame at being the focus of a scene like this. But realistically, I don’t know a damn soul in this town, so what do I care?

“You are a dirty girl who likes sucking that big rural dick,” Liam growls. “Aren’t you?”

He pulls my head off his cock, yanking me by the hair. “Mmm-hmm,” I nod, and his pre-cum drips down my chin. I go to wipe it, but Liam grabs my wrist before I touch my face.

“Don’t you dare wipe that off of you,” he smirks. “I want you dirty, Dagny.”

“Okay,” I whisper, and with that I realize I’m totally at this man’s mercy. A part of me is scared to admit how much I like being his dirty ass girl from New York.

“Now hike that skirt up and show Daddy that sweet, slick pussy of yours.”

I swallow, and do as he says. Stroking his cock with one hand, he runs a finger on my wet slit with the other.

“I don’t know how a girl as sexy as you ended up in Blackwell tonight, but I sure as hell am not going to lose this opportunity.”

“What opportunity?”

“Just get up in the truck bed. I’ll show you.”

I glance at the blue metal truck bed. “It’s cold,” I protest. “Can’t we just go back to your place?”

He smirks, and leans in to whisper in my ear. “Maybe you fuck on nice white sheets with a high thread count back in New York City, but in Blackwell, this is how we do it.”

He cocks his head to the side a little, still stroking his cock while he basically fucks my entire body with his gaze. “It’s getting cold,” I mutter, a feeble protest. “Aren’t you a little chilly with no shirt on yet?”

I can feel the temperature dropping. And a breeze is picking up.

“You don’t think you can handle me. I get it.”

“Oh, I can handle you,” I snap back.

“Alright then,” he says.

He picks me up, and places me on the truck. “Ooh,” I moan from the cold of the metal on my bare ass.

My opening is at the perfect height for him to enter me while he simply stands up. He flops his cock a few times on my wet slit, then eases it in.

“Liam,” I whisper, and tighten around his cock. When the wave of pleasure washes over me, I feel another emotion too. I’m angry.

My blood boils, this damn asshole can make me feel things I haven’t felt in years. “Fuck you,” I taunt, and I grab him hard on the chin and squeeze. But it’s not him I’m really mad at. It’s the world, for being the way it is.

His eyes widen and his jaw practically falls from his face.

“What the hell did you just say, Dagny?”

“You heard me,” I say. “Fuck y--” my sentence ends in a whimper when he slams into me, deep. I fall forward and bite his shoulder.

I see the vein in his neck throb, and I wonder if I’ve hit a nerve with him. I know he has.

I moan, and lean back, arching my body as he quickens his pace. I try to tighten around him, but he’s taking up so much space inside me, I feel as though my pulses do nothing to him.

He brings my legs up to his shoulders, and thrusts harder and faster, ramming his powerful hips into me. My toes curl and my legs shake. I feel my orgasm build higher with every deep thrust of his.

I lick my lips, and scowl up at him through the haze of my pleasure bubble. He thinks he’s being dirty? I’ll show him.

“Choke me.” I mutter.

He grunts and his face tightens. He seems angry, like he’s mad he didn’t think of the idea first as he slips his hand over my windpipe and holds on just enough to block my airflow a little.

I struggle to breathe a little, but I enjoy the high it gives me. I grab hold of his thick forearm with both of my hands.

“Harder,” I croak, and follow that with a whimper. “Oh God, don’t stop,” I yell. He fucks me so hard I wonder if my back is bruising against the metal truck bed. I’ll deal with that tomorrow.

Suddenly, he pulls out and I feel like I’m left with a gaping hole in my stomach cavity.

“On all fours!” He commands.

I breathe hard, trying to regain my breath, and contemplate doing as I’m told. This is a struggle for power, but right now I need the pleasure he can give me. I need to comply.

So I get on my hands and knees on the truck bed and glare over my shoulder. He’s finally removed his jeans.

“You’ve got a helluva nice ass, Dirty Ass Girl from New York. Anyone ever told you that?”

I swallow. “Yes.”

“Good. Because it’s true. I like that you don’t lie to me. Now back up.”

“And slide off the truck bed?”

“Just do it!” he commands, and I backwards-crawl into him. My body is covered in sweat, and maybe I’m just hallucinating, but I swear I feel some misty rain begin to fall.

He grabs my legs, places my feet down on the pavement, and pushes my torso against on the truck bed. I feel his hand running over my asscheeks, and then a sudden smack on one of them.

“Ooh,” I scream. “What was that for?”

He shrugs. “Because I wanted to. You have a gorgeous ass, Dagny. I like how it looks when it’s pink.”

I wonder how he can make out the shade of my ass in the moonlight. The drizzle picks up, and I am definitely not hallucinating the wetness of the rain on my back.

“I see. Well too bad you spank like a little boy.”

He clenches his jaw. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you?”

Before I can answer, he enters my pussy with his massive tip. I place my palms flat on the truck to brace for his size. He spanks me again, much harder this time.

Whap.

“Yes,” I manage to groan. “Very naughty.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls, his tone animalistic as he shoves himself all the way into me.

I shriek, and right as I do, a bolt of lightning runs across the sky.

“Oh my God!” I yell, but the third word is drowned out by the sound of thunder crashing across the nighttime sky.

The rain starts to pick up. I couldn’t care less. There’s only one storm I’m thinking about right now as Liam slaps my ass again and again, making me squirm.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I quiver. “Harder, baby, harder!” I yell. I catch myself. I can’t think. Did I just yell baby?

He slams his hips into my ass, and the sweat of our bodies combines with the rain as it begins to pour down. He grabs a section of my hair and pulls it hard, and I’m over the edge.

I scream, I squirm, I clench my pussy around his thick-as-hell cock.

“I hate you,” I scream as I come all over his impressive length.

I feel his cock twitch inside me, and he grunts louder than I’ve ever heard him. Thunder crackles again in the sky, and I feel an emptiness inside me as he pulls out.

All I hear are short breaths as I stare at the bed of the truck while he shoots ropes of warm liquid onto my ass.

When he’s done, we’re both panting in the pouring rain. I slide off the truck and stare up at his wet body, my eyes moving up until they meet his face. His nostrils flare.

“Now that we’ve taken care of that, I’d better check under the hood of your damn car,” he growls.