Page 43 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

I smiled against his skin, my fingers teasing over the exposed edge of his boxers, feeling the hard length of him beneath. The power in that moment sent a thrill through me, knowing I could make him lose himself.

I wanted to taste him. To hear him come undone.

To get to know more ofhim.

I looked up, meeting his gaze, holding it as I tugged at his jeans, sliding them lower. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his hands fisting at his sides.

And when I leaned in, pressing my lips just above his waistband, his restraint shattered.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.

I took my time, teasing, tasting, reveling in the way he responded to every flick of my tongue, every slow stroke of my lips. His hands tangled in my hair, not guiding, not demanding, just holding, as if he needed something to anchor himself.

When I finally took him fully into my mouth, his entire body jerked, a raw sound tearing from his throat.

“Aurora.”

I hummed against him, letting my tongue trace slow, deliberate patterns over him, enjoying the way his muscles tensed, the way his hands flexed, the way he was completely at my mercy.

And God, I loved it.

I loved the way he came undone for me.

Loved the way he said my name like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth.

Ethan’s entire body trembled beneath my touch, his fingers tangled in my hair, his breath ragged and uneven. I could feel the tension coiled inside him, the barely restrained control threatening to snap.

And I wanted him to snap.

I wanted him to lose himself completely.

With one last slow, deliberate drag of my tongue, I pulled back, my lips brushing his skin as I whispered, “I want you.”

Ethan cursed under his breath, his grip tightening as he pulled me up, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. It was fire and urgency, his hands roaming over my body once again.

He lifted me effortlessly, his strength undeniable as he carried me to the bedroom. The air between us was thick with need, the anticipation almost unbearable as he set me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine.

“You sure?” His voice was rough, edged with restraint, but his eyes. His eyes were pure heat.

I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him down so I could feel every hard inch of him against me. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

That was all it took.

His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts—leaving a trail of heat in its wake. I arched into him, desperate for more, for all of him.

Clothes disappeared between heated kisses and wandering hands, the cool air against my skin only making me more aware of how much I needed him.

When he finally pressed against me, skin to skin, I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. He was slow at first, teasing,torturing, dragging out the moment until I was trembling beneath him, my body aching for release.

“Ethan,” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Please.”

Something in him shattered at that word.

With a groan, he pushed inside me, filling me completely, stretching me in a way that sent pleasure sparking through every nerve in my body.

I clung to him, my breath stolen as he moved. Deep, slow strokes at first, making me feel every inch of him. His name was a prayer on my lips, his hands gripping my hips, anchoring us together.

Then the pace changed.

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