Knocked up by the Mechanic

My balls cinched almost painfully and the orgasm built fast and hard, starting in the base of my spine. Harley gagged and the sound of her suffering turned me on even more. I let go of her neck and used her hair to pull her to me. Her eyes were filled with longing and her nose was running because she was crying.

“Will you swallow my cum?” I asked her. She looked so innocent and goddamned sexy with my cock stuffing her mouth. She nodded on my length, but I wanted to hear her say it, so pulled back and she released my dick.

“I’ll swallow,” she said. She licked the length of my cock, balls to tip, her mouth swollen from the rough blow job.

“You’ll swallow what?” I asked her. I gripped my shaft and rubbed the tip of my cock across her lips.

“I’ll swallow your cum,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse from the deep throat.

I picked her up then and laid her down on the hood of Brooks prized Alfa Romeo Spider. I tore her shorts down her hips and didn’t bother with her top at all, before plunging my engorged erection as deep inside her as I could.

She called out and arched her back on the hood. Her pussy was wet and swollen and felt like it was made for my pleasure especially.

“Fuck me, Wyatt,” she said. She bit her bottom lip and I braced a hand on her shoulder for purchase, as I rammed away inside her.

“Fuck, Harley, I’m coming,” I said. I yanked her to sitting, pulled her chin to my groin and plunged my cock once, twice, deep into her throat. She licked at her own desire as it sheathed my manhood. Then Harley stuck out her tongue as I spurted hot jets of semen in her mouth and down her throat. I watched her in awe as she closed her mouth and swallowed my seed, licked her lips and then wiped them with the back of her hand. Her chest was heaving and mine was expanding with a strange sensation that I’d never match again. I thought it was euphoria from the explosive combination of fear and sex. Either that or it was love and my heart was swelling in my chest.

“Holy shit,” I said panting.

Her hair was half down, half a nest on the top of her head. Her face was tear and mascara streaked with smears of another man’s blood from my hands. Her nose was running too, but her eyes sparkled with happiness.

I grabbed her neck severely and stared deep into her eyes.

“You should have fucking shot me out there, Harley, because now I can’t fucking live without you.”

Chapter 9

HARLEY

We made love in the pool and then in the pool house after our joint shower; I let him come inside me and it heightened both of our arousal. Wyatt told me how he’d watched me change in the mirror and I got turned on again even though my whole body hurt, and love bruises and hickeys dotted my skin like a leopard.

“I thought those pool guys were coming to kill me during the blackout.”

“They were so distracted by Gianna, they left their dangerous pool-cleaning chemicals and had to retrieve them so they wouldn’t get fired.”

“I’m glad you came back,” I told him.

“When’s your dad’s flight arrive?” he asked me as I lay on his chest.

“I think around four, but I haven’t confirmed because we haven’t spoken for days.”

“He’ll kill me, Harley. Take me out to the woods and shoot me. He asked me to watch out for you, not to fall in love with you.”

I turned to him and pressed up on his chest searching his eyes to confirm he realized what he’d just said. My eyes welled with tears and I felt lightheaded as my chest filled with an effervescence that reminded me of the lighthearted joy of my childhood.

He pulled me into a kiss and I let the moment go. I was too frightened to say it back or to ask him if that’s truly what he meant. My feelings for Wyatt bordered on clinical insanity. I wanted to elope with him before my father arrived, move into his mobile home in South Banks and renounce my fortune in exchange for the safety of his arms. Eternity didn’t seem long enough for me to love and explore him. I never wanted to separate now that I had him in my arms.

But Wyatt seemed to withdraw when I didn’t say it back. Like he was suddenly reminded of how different we were and how a union like ours couldn’t possibly work.

“They’ll hate it and make it hell for us, all of them will, not just your family, even your so-called best friends. I’ve dealt with these people my whole life, Harley. They don’t make exceptions. They don’t change the rules.”