Chapter 10
CENTURY
By that evening, I’d spent too many hours buried under work and not nearly enough of them with Saylor.
I’d known before lunch that I wasn’t going to make it to the school when Saylor finished for the day, and the knowledge had put me in a foul mood that got worse with every hour.
The rest of the guys at The Pit noticed and wisely gave my custom bay a wide berth.
It was my space, built for the kind of work that needed precision and privacy, and sat apart from the main floor, separated by a rolling door on one side and a locked entrance on the other.
I stood beside a stripped-down bike frame, checking the curve of a custom bracket I’d shaped for a customer’s rear fender, when I heard footsteps stop just inside the open bay door.
I glanced up, expecting a mechanic or maybe Gauge coming to tell me some customer was whining about a timeline, but the world narrowed when I saw Saylor standing there instead.
She had a takeout bag in one hand and her schoolbag looped over her shoulder.
Her hair was pulled back in a way that made me want to wreck every bit of her composure.
Her clothes were more buttoned-up than what she’d worn to the track, but that almost made it worse, because now my head supplied the image of peeling away every respectable layer until she was flushed, breathless, and saying my name like she couldn’t remember anything else.
She lifted the bag with a sweet smile. “I figured you could use some dinner.”
My lips tipped up as my eyes swept over her. “Definitely hungry.”
She must have missed my double meaning because she just hummed, “Mm-hmm.”
“You come here to feed me?” I asked with a slow grin, stepping away from the bike.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower for half a second before snapping back up. “That was the general idea.”
Then she licked her lips. Not on purpose, which made it even sexier.
Her tongue slipped over that soft lower lip, and the sight hit me straight in the dick.
A growl dragged out of my chest before I could stop it, low enough that her eyes widened and the hand holding the takeout bag tightened around the handles.
I crossed to the rolling garage door first and hit the control, keeping my eyes on her as the heavy metal panels rattled down behind me. I went to the side entrance next, slid the lock into place, and felt the air change around us the second the click landed.
Outside the bay, The Pit kept running like usual, but in here, it was just us and the hunger I’d been holding back since I watched her walk away from me that morning.
Saylor swallowed as I turned back toward her. Her lips parted, and she looked away like she could hide the truth from me after letting her eyes crawl over my body a minute ago.
I stopped in front of her, close enough to feel the warmth coming off her body.
Her breath hitched, and I caught her waist and backed her toward the work table, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted and firm enough that she knew I didn’t expect her to. She moved with me, her eyes locked on mine, until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the table.
I took the food out of Saylor’s hands and set it on the workbench beside her without looking away from her face. Whatever she’d brought me smelled good, but I needed her more.
“Food can wait. You’ve been driving me fucking wild all day, baby.”
My hand slid around the back of her neck, my fingers sinking into her hair as I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her hard, swallowing the soft, startled sound that slipped out of her.
She melted fast, one hand curling around my biceps while the other landed against my chest, her fingers digging into the cotton like she needed something to hold on to.
I broke from her mouth just enough to drag in air, then hooked my hands under her thighs and lifted her onto the table.
She gasped, her skirt riding higher as she landed on the cool metal surface.
The sight of her sitting there with flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and her legs already parting for me nearly took me to my knees before I made the decision to get there.
I braced my hands on either side of her hips and leaned in close, letting her feel the heat of my breath against her mouth while I looked her over with zero shame. She trembled under that look, and fuck, I liked knowing she felt me before I even put my hands where I wanted them.
“You walk into my bay looking at me like that and expect me to eat dinner first?” I rasped, letting my mouth brush the corner of hers before I lowered it along her jaw. “Not happening. I’ve been thinking about every sweet little sound you made in my bed since I woke up beside you.”
“Levi,” she whispered.
I stepped back just far enough to reach for her skirt, pushing the fabric up over her thighs until it bunched at her waist. Her skin was smooth and warm under my palms, and her panties were a delicate scrap of fabric that had no business standing between me and what I wanted.
I slid one finger beneath the side, tugged once, and tore them off with a snap that made her gasp and clutch the edge of the table.
“Yeah, baby.” I dropped to my knees between her legs while keeping my eyes locked on hers. “That’s the name you use when I’m about to make you forget every other damn thing.”
Her thighs trembled when I pushed them wider, and the sight of her spread open on my work table, wet and already shaking for me, hit harder than any race I’d ever won.
My hands curved around her hips, holding her exactly where I wanted her while my mouth hovered close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off her.
I dragged my thumb over the inside of her thigh, slow enough to make her squirm, and smiled when her hips twitched toward me.
“Look at you. So fucking wet for me already. You came here with dinner, but this is what you really wanted, wasn’t it?
For me to lock that door, put you up on my table, and remind you exactly who you belong to. ”
Her breath broke on a moan, and I didn’t wait another second.
I leaned in and put my mouth on her, and the first drag of my tongue through her soaked heat nearly snapped what little control I had left.
She tasted fucking perfect, sweet and hot enough to make my grip tighten on her thighs as a low groan tore out of me before I could hold it back.
Her body jerked beneath my hands, her hips lifting off the table like she was trying to chase more and run from it at the same time, and the contradiction made something possessive roll through my chest.
I pinned her with one forearm across her lower belly, holding her exactly where I wanted her while I licked deeper, taking my time because I’d been imagining this since she walked into my bay.
Her head tipped back, her mouth falling open on a gasp that turned into my name when I sealed my lips around her clit.
The sound hit me straight in the cock, making me throb so hard behind my jeans that the pressure bordered on pain.
I worked her slowly at first, my tongue circling and flicking, taking her apart with my mouth until she forgot about everything except me.
“Fuck, Saylor.” I dragged my mouth just far enough away that my breath washed over her swollen, glistening flesh, making her shiver hard enough to rattle the tools beside us.
“You taste so good I’m already thinking about dragging you back to my bed and keeping my head between these thighs until sunrise.
This pussy’s telling me you knew exactly what you wanted.
Me on my knees, making you come so hard you won’t be able to stand straight when I finally let you off this table. ”
She whimpered, fingers twisting into my hair, trying to pull me closer.
I caught her wrists with one hand and pressed them to the table beside her hips, then looked up the line of her body while my tongue slid over her again.
Her breasts rose and fell beneath her shirt with every ragged breath, her skirt bunched around her waist, her thighs trembling open around my shoulders while she tried to hold herself together and failed piece by piece.
The sight burned itself into me, and I knew right then I’d never work at this table again without seeing her like this. All mine, her slick heat on my tongue and my name breaking apart in her throat.
I went back to her clit harder, sucking it into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue until she cried out, her spine bowing off the metal surface.
Her taste flooded my mouth, and I groaned into her, using the vibration deliberately.
Then I slid two fingers through the mess I’d made of her, teasing her entrance without pushing in yet, just letting her feel the promise while my mouth kept working that swollen little bud.
She clenched around nothing, her hips grinding helplessly, and I smiled against her because she was so fucking responsive it made me want to ruin her in the best way possible.
“That’s it, baby. Grind against my mouth. Use me. Fuck my tongue. I have you spread open on my table, dripping down my chin, and I’m not stopping until you break for me.”
I finally pushed my fingers into her, slow enough to make her feel the stretch, dragging a strangled moan from her lips as her inner muscles clamped down around me.
My mouth stayed on her clit while my fingers worked her open, curling just right until she made a helpless noise and tried to close her thighs around my head.
I shoved them wider with my shoulders, grinding my aching cock against the edge of the table like a starving bastard because tasting her had turned into its own kind of torture.
She got louder as I pushed her closer, her breathing breaking into uneven little cries that made the locked bay feel more private than any bedroom.
Her thighs shook around my head, her hips lifting with every stroke of my tongue and fingers, and when I looked up, her face was wrecked in the prettiest way I’d ever seen.
Eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flushed, mouth open, she looked like she was right on the edge of begging, and I wanted the words almost as much as I wanted the climax.
“Look at me,” I ordered, pulling back just enough to make her whine at the loss before I pressed my thumb against her clit and kept my fingers moving inside her.
“Open those pretty eyes and watch me. I want you to know who’s making you feel like this.
I want you always thinkin’ about being bent over something sturdy with my hands on you when you walk into my bay. ”
Her dazed eyes opened and locked on mine while her body clenched around my fingers in a way that made my control splinter.
I held her stare and lowered my mouth again, giving her no warning before sucking her clit hard enough that her cry tore through the room.
When the orgasm finally hit, her body locked tight before shuddering beneath me as she screamed my name and came all over my mouth. “Levi! Yes, oh yes!”
I stayed with her through every wave, easing the pressure only when her cries turned breathless, and her thighs started trembling too hard to hold themselves open.
Her release coated my fingers and tongue, and I licked her slowly while she twitched through the aftershocks, not wasting a damn drop because I was already addicted to the taste of her.
By the time I finally lifted my head, my chest was heaving, my jeans were painfully tight, and Saylor had melted backward on the table like I’d taken every thought out of her head and left only pleasure behind.
I stood just enough to gather her against me, and her forehead dropped against my shoulder.
I felt her shaky little laugh before I heard it.
I kissed the side of her head, entirely too satisfied with myself and not remotely interested in pretending otherwise.
I brushed my mouth against her ear and let the smugness bleed into my voice. “Dinner’s probably cold now, but I don’t give a shit, baby. Best fucking meal I’ve had all week.”