Page 22 of Damaged
After a quick shower, I leave to pick up breakfast for us to bring to the garage. We won’t be there long like last time. It’s just an oil change, but hell if I get to look at that sexy car again I will. Plus, I’m hopeful this will get us back to feeling comfortable around each other.
Pulling up to the garage, Brett is already here. I hop out with our bagels and coffee, making my way inside. He’s under the hood when I walk in, his tight jean-covered ass is the only thing I can see. Just friends, you’re just friends.
“Hey, getting started without me?” I say, walking over to him.
He comes out from under the hood, grinning. He lifts his shirt, exposing his damn six pack, wiping his face. Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.
“I only just started,” he says, laughing.
“I umm, I brought breakfast,” I say, stumbling over my own damn words.
Handing him the bagel and coffee, he winks. Fucking asshole winks. “Thanks.”
We get to work on the Nova, well more like he does, but I do help a little. Watching him work is like watching porn. The way he moves flexing the muscles in his body, the grunting noises he makes when he’s tightening or loosening a bolt, and the smell of grease and oil are like sex thick in the air. Yeah, this just friends thing is working well for me.
When he’s finished, I help him clean up and he closes the hood. “So, do you work on her often?” I ask. Conversation hasn’t been flowing like I’d hoped, but he seems just as awkward as me. I’m looking for anything at this point.
Wiping his hands, he turns facing me, as I lean on the hood. “Not as often as I’d like. I won’t see her again for another three thousand miles.” It’s quiet again and he blows out a breath. “So you have any plans tonight?”
“Oh, umm, no I don’t. Probably just going to chill at home. What about you? Any big plans?” Big plans? Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?
He laughs, and drags his hand across the scruff on his face. “No, no big plans. No plans at all.”
A small laugh escapes me and I cover my mouth with my hand. I have no idea why I laughed, maybe it’s nerves, maybe I just find it funny he has no plans. Either way, it’s not really funny.
He raises an eyebrow and smiles, making those damn eyes shine. “Oh, you think it’s funny?”
“No, I don’t,” I say, but only start laughing harder.
He steps closer to me, caging me in with his big arms. “What exactly is so funny about that?” he asks, in a deep, sexy voice.
My heart starts pounding and suddenly it’s not so funny anymore. Not when he’s so close. Not when he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive. “Huh?”
Leaning his head closer to mine, I feel the air change. It’s full of sexual tension just like last weekend. My pussy notices too because suddenly I can’t think of anything else but him making me come.
“Eva,” he whispers, searching my eyes.
“What Brett?” I whisper back.
He doesn’t say anything, just slams his mouth to mine. It’s totally unexpected, but fuck do I want it. My body melts into his as he lifts me to sit on the hood of the Nova. His strong hands run the length of my body before wrapping in my hair. He pulls my hair, turning my head and deepens the kiss. Nothing he does is gentle. He’s in complete control and it’s so damn hot.
We break the kiss and his eyes are wild with lust, making my already wet pussy, soaked. He doesn’t say anything, just unbuttons my jeans and slides them down my legs, along with my panties. Pulling my shirt over my head, he tosses it behind him. He looks from my breasts to my eyes and back again. He chooses to leaves my bra on, which he has no idea how grateful I am.
Leaning forward he bites down, hard, on the area between my shoulder and neck. It hurts, but the pain just turns me on more. The cold metal of the hood on my ass, his warm body against my front and the stinging pain he just created is overwhelming in the best possible way.
He pulls back slightly and reaches back, pulling his shirt over his head. Fuck. His body is like nothing I’ve ever seen. Every move he makes flexes a different muscle, making his tattoos stand out that much more. It makes me want to trace each one with my tongue, ask why he got them, what they mean. But I’m quickly distracted from that when he buttons his jeans and pushes them down just enough to have his cock, his thick, hard cock, spring out. He’s not wearing any boxers for fuck sake.
I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom, he took out of his pocket, over himself. Digging his strong fingers into my hips he pulls me to the edge of the Nova and without any warning slams into me. Tossing my head back, I shout out his name. My nails dig into shoulders and part of me hopes I break his skin so I can mark him. Leave him with a reminder like he did to me.
I already know I’ll be bruised where his fingers are digging into my hips and it only turns me on more. He pounds into me, the button of his jeans hitting the bumper, as he hits the right spot over and over.
“Fuck, Brett,” I moan, wrapping my legs around him.
“You like that? You like my cock in your tight, wet cunt?” he asks, in a low, gravelly voice.
“Yes,” I whisper, tightening my legs.
He continues his punishing pace, bringing me closer to my release. “I want to feel you come Eva. Your pussy gripping my cock, while your orgasm crashes over your sexy body. I want you to feel me everywhere,” he says, digging his fingers in harder and biting the opposite area between my shoulder and neck.
