Work Me Up

I lose track of time, of space. I forget about the garage around us, about the work we came here to do. About anything except fucking her, pleasing her, getting her off.

After a while, I shift under her, angling my hips so my cock drags against her inner walls. She moans and arches her back, her hips granting me deeper access than ever. I fuck her until I can feel her nails digging into my shoulders and her breaths coming in pants.

“Come for me, Selena,” I order, and that’s all it takes for her to completely lose control. She lets out a cry that tilts into a scream, as her orgasm rocks through her. The force of it makes her pussy spasm around me, clenching hard and releasing over and over in fast succession.

All the while I keep driving into her, fucking her hard and fast. Just when the orgasm seems to have faded, I reach down between us with my free hand and stroke the hard little nub of her clit, still thrusting my hips at the same time. She jolts as if electrocuted, starts to pant again, and before long she’s shouting nonsense syllables, crying out again as a second orgasm rocks through her.

I lose count of how many times I make her come, before I can’t control myself anymore. Before I pin her back and thrust once, twice, a third time, and let myself go, let myself come hard inside her, my hands so tight at her hips I’m sure it will leave marks tomorrow, but she doesn’t seem to care, because she’s crying out my name and burying her face in the crook of my neck, her whole body quivering.

When we pull apart, filthier than ever, it takes us both a moment to catch our breath. To trade grins, standing there completely naked in the middle of this mess of a garage. “Come on,” I tell her, extending a hand. “I’ll show you where the shower is.”

5

Selena

My father is going to kill me. That’s the only thought pounding against my temples, all night long, as I lie awake in bed and stare at my ceiling and decidedly do not relive any of yesterday.

Okay, so that’s a lie. In fact, I can’t stop replaying what happened in the garage between us, in the afternoon, after hours of covering ourselves in grease and arguing. I don’t know how the hell it happened, either. One minute all I wanted to do was smack Antonio for assuming so much about me, acting like he knew who I was and that I was some spoiled brat just because of my father.

The next minute, well…

I shut my eyes, and shiver again, remembering the way his hands always knew exactly how and where to touch me to draw out yet another orgasm, just when I’d started to think having another at that point would be impossible. And I can’t stop thinking about the expression on his face when he finished, when he came inside me, growling like a man possessed, his eyes on fire where they caught mine, the kind of heat I’d never seen in a man’s eyes before.

Like I was his. Like I belonged to him and him alone.

And… I liked it.

More than that. I wanted more of it, more of him. I wanted him to make me come undone all over again, the way he’d fucked me until I was screaming his name, pinning me against the very car of his that I’d half-broken.

But Dad will kill me if he finds out. It’s all I can think about, all I can do to remind myself not to dwell on those memories.

It’s true, too. If Dad knew Antonio and I slept together—or, well, fucked I guess, since there was definitely no sleeping involved—he’d assume I did it just to get out of my duties. Like I thought if I fucked Antonio he wouldn’t make me repair the car for him anymore, or he’d do the repairs himself and give me credit.

But that’s not true. I don’t know why I fucked him, really. He’s not my type at all. I normally go for nerdy guys, book-smart guys. The kinds of guys I met in college, or who are all in grad school right now, like I’d planned to be, if things had gone in the way that I’d planned, instead of…

Well. Instead of what happened instead.

My stomach churns. Sours.

When my alarm clock finally sounds, to wake me up for another long day of promised car-fixing, I roll over with my eyes stinging to slap it off, already wide awake. I probably only managed a couple hours’ sleep at best. Groaning, I haul myself from bed anyway, and scrub myself off in the shower, determined to wake up.

Today, I need to be on my guard. I need to make it very clear that nothing else will be happening between Antonio and me. No more longing stares or flirtatious jabs. No more kissing. Definitely no more pinning me up against cars and fucking me until I scream.