Chapter 3
Igot a grand total of three steps away before he was on me.
His body impacted mine, he pushed me up against the garage wall, and he flattened himself against me.
“Oof,” I said, bumping my nose on the bricks.
He slid a hand around my throat and gently pulled my head back, even as he ducked down and very much not gently bit the side of my neck.
“Kevin,” I complained.
He humped against me, then grabbed my arms and brought them up, placing my hands at head height. “Brace yourself,” he said.
“Wow. Brace yourself? You’ve really been working on that sexy dirty talk. All that porn watching is finally paying off.”
“You love my dirty talk.”
I was on the fence about his dirty talk. Actually, I wasn’t. It was terrible but dear lord, it got me hot. Every time. I never knew if I wanted to exit the conversation or goad him into more, but either way, it had me squirming in seconds, which I suppose was the whole point.
He banged his hips into my arse and I bounced off the bricks.
“I told you to brace yourself,” he told me mildly, and did it again.
“Oh my god. Give me a second, will you? You’ll snap my dick off.”
“Here. Let me help.”
“Thank you, I—Kevin. That isn’t helping.”
He’d gripped my hipbones, stepped back, and hauled my backside out.
I shifted my hands on the wall to catch my balance, and by then he had me bent in half, making a ninety-degree angle with my torso and face parallel to the grimy floor.
Before I could demand he let me stand up, and then demand that he kiss me, he pushed my t-shirt all the way up to my armpits and ran his hands up my back (I couldn’t help arching into it) to squeeze around my ribs before dragging them back down.
Then he got to work on my button and zip.
I watched his long fingers expertly open my shorts, held my breath as he sensuously palmed me through my boxers, and was on the cusp of an encouraging moan and maybe a little push into it for extra encouragement when something rustled in the corner of the garage, bringing me sharply back to where we were.
In the garage.
With the mice.
Which Kevin had practically touched.
I twisted away and stumbled forwards. I didn’t have much room to manoeuvre, since the wall was right there, but I had enough to yank my shorts closed, put my back to the wall, and put my hand on Kevin’s chest.
He immediately grasped my wrist and held it in place as he stepped into me again, mashing me against the bricks.
My breath came out in a sharp puff. I did my best to push him away, grunting and shoving. He watched me, his face blank and his eyes hot.
The moment I stopped thrashing about, he leaned in and gave me a harsh, biting kiss. He groaned into my mouth. “Charlie.”
“Okay,” I gasped. “Okay. Yes. Let’s...no. No, let’s not.”
“No?” He’d been rubbing against me slowly, making me feel his erection, and he stopped with a quiet sigh.
“No. I mean, yes. But not here.”
“Why not here?” he whispered, nudging my head to one side and sucking on my neck.
I shivered and clutched at him. “We’re in the garage.”
“Yeah.”
He spoke against my damp skin, his breath first heating then cooling it.
“There are other things in the garage,” I said.
“Mm-hmm?” He tilted my jaw and went for the other side of my neck.
“Like…like mice. And spiders. Beetles. Ants. Probably moths.” My head fell back and I panted up at the dusty, cobwebbed rafters as he bit and sucked at my sensitised skin. “And whatever the hell is hanging up there in the corner. What is it?”
Kevin followed my gaze. “Wasp nest.”
I went rigid.
He, on the other hand, went limp. He sagged with disappointment as he said, “You’re not going to let me fuck you here, are you?”
“I can’t say that I’m in the mood for getting my dick out if there’s a chance of it getting swarmed by wasps mid-coitus.”
He snorted. “There isn’t a swarm. I said it looks like a wasp nest. Looks like an old one, too. Besides, even if they were swarming about up there, I don’t think they’d be all that interested in your dick. Unlike me.” He lifted his eyebrows but he didn’t touch me.
I shook my head.
He growled playfully, gave my neck one last little nip, and pushed back.
“I’m sorry, Kevin.”
“Nah,” he said. “Don’t be sorry.” He pulled me away from the wall, refastened my shorts, and turned me to face the door. “You go on into the house and leave me to it. I’ll have a quick wank, get on with sorting your boxes, and then I’ll come and give you a good seeing-to before supper.”
“Okay,” I said. “That sounds great. I’ll—hang on. You’re going to what?”
“Give you a good seeing-to.”
“Before that. You’re going to have a quick wank?”
“Yeah.” He palmed himself. “I’m right riled up. I can’t turn it off like you can.”
“I didn’t turn it off.” I’d gone from a full boil to a light simmer, that was all. Because of wasps and mice. I think that was perfectly understandable.
Kevin shrugged.
“I didn’t!” I said. “I just can’t relax out here. It’s not my idea of a good time. It’s all…” I gestured around me. “Dust and junk and dark corners.” And mice and spiders and wasps. “It’s hardly romantic.”
“Aw. You want me to romance you, sweetheart?”
Yes. “Not in here.”
“Go on, then. I’ll see to business in here, and when I’m done, I’ll come and get all washed up, and fuck you silly.” He grinned at me. “Unless you want to join me in the shower, that is. I’ll let you wash me yourself, and you can make sure I’m squeaky clean.”
That sounded delightful. But, “While I’m in the house, you’re going to stand in here under that bare bulb and wank?”
“I’m about ready to pop off any minute. It’s not like I need candlelight and a fancy setup to get in the mood.”
I didn’t know why but I felt indignant at the idea of it. It seemed unnecessarily…functional.
Lonely.
Also, the food service professional in me couldn’t help but point out, “You’ve been digging around in all this mess. That’s unsanitary.”
He took a packet of sanitiser wipes out of his back pocket, and brandished them at me. “Happy?” He tugged a wipe out, used it, and tossed it over his shoulder. It landed somewhere amongst the boxes.
I straightened. “No, actually. I am not.”
Kevin’s already hot eyes sparked at my snippy tone.
I might not be in the mood to get carried away with passion myself right now, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t help him out.
I moved into his personal space. He tipped his head down, watching me. He blinked slowly.
“If you’re determined to have an orgasm,” I said, cupping his groin, “then I think you should let me take care of business for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Mhm.” He ran his gaze all over me and sighed happily. “Sassy homeowner gives handyman a handy in—uhn.”
Before he could trot out one of his terrible made-up porn titles that were even worse than his dirty talk, I pushed him against the wall.
“That’s right,” I told him. “And I’ll be expecting at least fifty percent off the bill for my trouble.”
Two could play at this game.
He shifted restlessly, his back to the bricks. His dark eyes were locked on my mouth.
“Well now,” I said in that vaguely stroppy tone that Kevin, for some reason, liked. “What shall I do with you? Hmm…” I pretended to think for a moment, then reached between his big thighs, right at the top. I gave him a brisk pat. “Open up.”
The skin around his eyes tightened momentarily but he did as I said, his boots scraping on the gritty concrete floor.
As soon as there was enough room, I gave his thigh a good smack. “Wider,” I said impatiently. “I need a bit of space to—eep.”
He tugged me in for a harsh, biting kiss that left me panting when he lifted away.
His lips curled in a smirk as he arched his back, tilting his pelvis and parting his thighs a little more.
Glaring at him, I popped the button of his cargo shorts, unzipped him, and pushed my hand inside.
He let out a short breath, head tipping down to watch.
Kevin was well-built and obscenely fit. His solid muscle mass meant that he ran hot even when he was slumped next to me on the sofa watching one of his home renovation shows or, if he couldn’t find one he hadn’t already watched, a reality show featuring something deadly, like ice truckers, Arctic fishermen, or rich housewives.
When he’d been exercising, I’d swear the air around him rippled, like a heat mirage shimmering off the road in summer.
And at times like his, he was scorching.
I cupped his erection gently. When I didn’t do anything else—I was savouring it, all right?—he slid his fingers over mine and squeezed.
“Yeah,” he said, and pushed into our combined grip. His other hand came to rest at the base of my spine and he held me close as he worked his hips a couple of times.
“Kevin,” I said hoarsely. “Let me…I want to touch you. Can I?—”
He shoved me back a step, got his shorts down as far as they’d go with his legs spread, which wasn’t all that far, hauled the front of his boxers down and tucked the waistband under his balls, and wrapped my hand around his bare cock. Biting his lip, he grinned at me.
“Okay,” I said. “Yes. This is better.” This was more than better—it was wonderful.
Kevin was smooth and hard against my palm. I loved the feel of him. I loved the bulk of his body right there for me to press up against, and the way his eyes were intense on my face as he rocked into my grip, the way he held my hips and tugged me closer and closer until I couldn’t move much at all.
And then he got bossy with it. He held me on the spot and pumped his hips against me, rubbing into me rather than letting me do the work. He ducked his head to get his mouth on my neck and his breath came short and rough.
“Charlie,” he groaned against my skin, making me shiver. His fingers tightened on mine and his hips sped up. “Fuck. Uhn.”
“Kevin, I’m…I’m supposed to be…I wanted to stroke?—”
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Uh-huh. Want me to…fuck. Ah, fuck. That’s nice.” He broke off for a fast flurry of pumps.
I was getting worried about his arse at this point. He only had his thin jersey boxer briefs between him and the brickwork. The speed and vigour with which he was humping me was surely going to graze his bum.
“Kevin,” I protested.
He slowed but didn’t stop. Tipping his head against the bricks again he sighed and continued to thrust against me, closing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
I tried not to preen. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to being wanted the way Kevin wanted me.
“Mhm,” he said, stroking my sides restlessly. “Get on, then. Do your thing.” His lips curled in a small smile when I pinched him for the order, but he kept his eyes closed. Kept moving, kept seeking the friction.
I eased away and put enough distance between us to flatten one hand on his hard abs while the other got on with business.
This, I’d got used to very quickly. Kevin and his raging libido meant I was more familiar with his dick by now than I was with mine.
When we first got together, he’d said that he didn’t expect me to match his drive, and that he’d be more than happy to have a quick wank while looking at me.
We had indeed done that a fair few times. More often than not, I’d ended up right where I was now, helping him out. Even if I wasn’t in the mood for an orgasm myself, I never passed up the opportunity to touch him.
I liked pleasing him. I enjoyed seeing what I did to him, how desperate he was for me.
Most of all, I enjoyed seeing his satisfaction and the way he glowed with happiness after.
He curled his hips even though I kept pressing against his abs in an effort to keep him flat, and he let out a constant stream of noise as I worked him. Moans, sighs, a rough laugh.
As he got closer to the end, his eyes opened and locked on my face in that unblinking way of his.
“Charlie,” he said, and came in my hand.
He was breathing in short, rough pants. My breathing wasn’t that much steadier. I rifled through his pockets for the wipes and cleaned us both up while he lounged there against the wall and watched me with half-lowered lids, smiling.
Once I’d finished cleaning us up, I tucked him into his boxers and worked his shorts up over his muscular thighs while he did absolutely nothing to help, just watched me.
“What about you?” he said, as soon as he was set to rights. He eased us around, stood me against the wall, and dropped to a crouch before me. “Still want to wait until we’re in the house, or have you changed your mind?”
“Oh,” I said quietly, grabbing for his broad shoulders.
Leaning in, he rubbed his face against my stomach and grinned up at me. “Yeah?”
Sod the wasps and the mice. I didn’t care. I touched his cheek. “Yes,” I said. “Please, Kevin, I?—”
“Oh,” came from the doorway. “Ohhhhhh. Sorry. Ignore me. I’m not here. I’ll come back. Carry on!”
I hunched over and nearly knocked Kevin onto his arse.
He braced himself with a hand on the floor.
“Oh my god,” I said, nearly knocked Kevin over again when I body-slammed his face in my struggle to get away from the wall and put some distance between us, and instead got flattened to it when he lunged up to standing and plastered himself against me.
“Calm down, Charlie,” he said. “It’s only Jasper.”
“Jasper, who didn’t see anything!” Jasper yelled from outside.
He would have, if he’d arrived a few seconds later.
“Ignore me!” Jasper yelled again.
“Kind of hard to do with him shouting like that,” Kevin said.
“Carry on and finish! I’ll be out here playing with Phil! Take your time!”
“All right, then,” Kevin said, and kissed me.
“Mmph.” I tossed my head. “No!”
Kevin sagged with a gusty sigh, his heavy weight mashing me into the bricks. “Let him wait.”
Even if I had been able to ignore Jasper, it was moot. The appalling thought of being caught with my dick down Kevin’s throat had well and truly murdered my erection. “No.”
Kevin dropped a quick kiss on my lips. He levered away from me in a vertical pushup, then hauled me from the support of the wall. “To be continued,” he said, and managed to make it sound like both a promise and a threat.