Miss Mechanic

I slid my hands under her ass and pushed her clit into my mouth. I sucked, circled, licked, teased until her entire body went tense and she cried out. It was something fucking else, hearing her moan like that. Being totally focused on nothing but her pleasure. Nothing else mattering other than the way she tensed and tightened and moved against my tongue as she rode it out.

I wiped my mouth with my hand and kissed her. She groaned, but she fisted her fingers in my hair. Pure desire thundered through my veins as she flicked her tongue against my lips. I knew she was tasting herself, and for some reason, her insistence to kiss me deeper and harder turned me the fuck on.

“I need a condom,” I murmured against her mouth.

“Top drawer,” she murmured back.

I moved left.

“Other top drawer.” She giggled.

“Excellent directions, yet again.” I opened the top drawer to the sound of her husky laughter and found the box. It was full, and I paused for only a second before I smirked and opened it.

I snatched one out and went through the motions of putting it on before I situated myself back between her legs. She bit her lip and let it go, then grabbed me again, pulling me to her and wrapping her legs around my waist.

I reached between us and pushed my cock into her.

I stopped, and she shoved off the bed.

We flipped.

My ankle hit the banister at the end of her bed, but I didn’t have a chance to say anything, because Jamie was now on top of me, legs either side of my hips, with my cock buried completely inside her.

Her hands made indents into the mattress either side of my head. She grinned down at me, her crazy hair falling in a curtain around us.

I just stared at her—her shining eyes, her flushed cheeks, her parted, smiling lips—then slid my hand up her back and kissed her. My hand formed a fist in her hair, and she moved her hips up and down, her pussy tightening each time she took me again.

Kisses. Hands. Grabbing. Nails. Scratching. Heat.

It was fucking insane how she moved, taking me deeper and quicker as time moved. My hands slid from her hair to her hips, and as desperation pumped through me and my balls tightened, I grabbed her full hips, stilled her, and took control.

I pounded my cock into her, holding her in the same position. She gasped and moaned almost at the same time. Her arms gave out and her forehead dropped to my shoulder. Her pussy was so wet and tight that I groaned every time I held her in place over me.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she moaned. She grabbed my arms and her nails dug right in, and she tensed completely, crying out.

I held her hips against mine and thrust into her until I came, too. I snaked my arms around her spent body, still on top of mine, and pressed a lazy kiss to the side of her head.

We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other. I didn’t want to move unless I absolutely had to, but Jamie pulled herself up and off me, only to slump on the bed next to me.

She was breathing heavily, and when I turned my head to look at her, she turned hers and met my eyes. “Hi.”

I laughed, peeling the condom off. “Hi.”

“I need to pee.” She rolled over and stood up too quickly. Her knees buckled, and she immediately dropped back onto the bed, making me laugh again. She flipped me the bird and tried again a few seconds later, this time taking it slower.

She managed to make it out of the bedroom.

Still laughing, I stood up myself and searched for a trashcan. I found one by the door, so I dropped the condom in it and retrieved my boxers from the floor.

I grabbed my jeans and paused. Should I put them on now? Should I wait for her to come back?

Fuck. This was why mixing work and pleasure wasn’t good. I didn’t want her to think I was fucking her and running. Not only would it be awkward tomorrow, it wasn’t true. I just didn’t damn well know what to do.

“I didn’t lock the door when we came in. I just did—” Jamie stopped in the doorway, a light-blue robe wrapped around her body. It barely skimmed her thighs, and she clutched it closed at her chest. Not only had she locked the door, she’d braided her hair on the way back. “Oh. Uh, are you leaving?”

“I don’t know?” I cleared my throat when I realized how dumb that answer sounded. “I don’t know. Would you prefer if I did?”

“I don’t, um. I don’t know.” She clutched the robe tighter and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you think you should?”