Page 57 of Happy Hour

“Fuck...” Jameson cried out slowly pulling his jeans and boxers down, revealing his incredibly hard camshaft to me.

I’ve only handed out a few camshaft micro polishing’s in my time (which is just a thorough cleaning of the camshaft to keep from thrust failure—which would be horrible by the way), and I’d never finished one or given one to such a monstrous shaft before. Though I was terrified, I decided to just go with and try.

After sneaking a quick glance at Jameson’s lust stricken eyes, I lowered my head in his lap and darted my tongue out to taste him. Jameson took a sharp intake of breath, arching his back slightly and raising his hips when I did that.

Just do it Sway, don’t be scared of the colossal shaft staring at you. Just do it.

After myNikepep talk with the pervy pit lizard within me, I lowered my mouth, slowly wrapping my lips around him. There was no way I’d be able to get the entire thing in my mouth, so my hand had to assist.

His camshaft was perfect—absolutely perfect.

Seriously though, if he weren’t so good at racing, I’d think he could have a job modeling this flawless member. I felt drunk on his scent alone, the taste and the feel of him inside me.

“Jesus Christ honey, you’re amazing...god...don’t stop.” He groaned. His eyes focused on my ministrations as he moved my hair aside for a better look—the other hand was on a roll bar gripping it tightly.

I don’t think he would have let me stop at that point. And I didn’t as I drew him back in, grazing my teeth gently along his sensitive skin. I bobbed, I swirled, I stroked, and I licked.

I could tell by the way he was moaning my name over and over again, that he was close. There was no more dirty heathen talking, there was no more teasing. It was just breathless moans of pleasure, pleasure I was causing.

Hot damn.

I was on a mission, and I’d finally found something that made Jameson Riley speechless. Well, aside from him moaning my name, but that seemed to be the only word he could form, so he threw his head back and held on, his hips squirming and lifting to meet my stroking and sucking.

I don’t know what our newfound fascination with race cars was but I wasn’t about to complain. I will say that trying to give someone a good micro polishing in a race car that only had one seat and a shit load of obstacles in the way, it was extremely difficult, damn near impossible.

What was even more impossible...getting some alone time on a race weekend.

“Jameson, are you in here?” Alley called into the garage when she opened the door that was not more than ten feet from the car we were currently in.

During the race weekend, the cars were held inside the garage area under lock down. Being in here wasn’t even legal and neither was our public display we were putting on.

Just another embarrassing situation to add to my dossier.

It wasn’t lost on me that it was damn near three in the morning, why she was looking for him wasn’t really a concern, but it did cross my mind. I stopped my bobbing but of course kept him in my mouth, what kind of pit lizard would I be if I let go?

“What are you...?” Alley looked closer I’m sure.

Naturally, I couldn’t tell, because once again, my head was buried. Only this time, I was in Jameson’s lap and my mouth wasstillwrapped around his camshaft assuring his thrust bearing wouldn’t fail.

“Jesus Jameson,” Alley balked. “you’re such a whore.”

He laughed. “Let’s face it Alley...you’ve caught me inworsepositions.”

I was half-tempted to bite him because now, I wanted to know what’sworsethan getting caught micro polishing in a race car.

Instead of biting, I decided to make this more awkward for him by continuing my efforts.

His hand flew back to my hair, trying to stop me, but I was determined you see.

“Whore!” Alley yelled and I assume began to walk away by the shuffling. “Gordon wants to see you in the morning. Something about doing a burnout on the track...” she sighed loudly just about the time Jameson threw his head back against the seat. “I don’t even want to know how much you’re going to get fined for that little stunt out there.”

I don’t think Alley was looking at him because when I snuck a peek at him, his head was leaned back and his eyes were closed.

“Are you even...Jameson...oh,how disgusting!” She wailed and stomped towards the door leaving both of us laughing but the laughing didn’t last long, especially with the vibration it created around him.

“My god,” His hands flew to my face trying to pull me up. “Honey...you...I’m...you...” he moaned trying to pull me up again.

Shaking his hands away, I doubled my efforts causing him to give up and finally let go. His hips moved once, then again with a shudder and a scrumptious groan, Jameson let go completely. Tighten his grip on the roll bar, his hips jerked as I once again showed him just how skillful I was in the art of engine maintenance. All this, him, the noises he made, the feelings I was having was a pit lizards dream come true, my dream come true.

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