Chapter Fifteen #2
“Give me something, Jason,” she leans her pert ass against the hood of the truck. “Where did you get this car? I don’t want to play guessing games with you. I do that enough as it is.”
She was already nosy before we started sleeping together, but apparently fucking for a week has made her even bolder.
I roll my eyes. Grabbing a piece of scrap wood and a marker I use for drawing guiding marks on projects, I scribble a single word on the board.
DAD
Mara’s hazel eyes scan the board earnestly. I know it didn’t take her longer than a second to read the word but she stares at it longer. Then her eyes meet mine.
God, they’re beautiful. The mirage of colors in her irises is easy to get lost in. But the pity they hold morphs into curiosity.
“Dylan wouldn’t tell me what happened to your dad,” she announces. Good, it’s none of her business. “He said it’s not his story to tell. But I suppose you won’t tell me either.” I shake my head slowly. No way in hell am I reliving it. I already have to see it in my sleep on a regular basis.
“Fine,” she concedes.
Planting both hands on the hood, she lifts herself so her ass and thighs sit on the flat metal while everything below the knee dangles over the edge. Keeping her hands flat against the hood, she hunches her shoulders forward.
“Tonight’s New Year’s Eve. Do you usually stay up until midnight?”
My shoulders rise and fall in a silent chuckle. I haven’t stayed up on New Year’s since I was a kid. Dylan and Mom tried to get me to in high school but I didn’t care to stay in my father’s presence any longer than I had to.
“Will you stay up tonight?”
Why the hell does it matter?
“Come on! It could be fun. We can have some drinks, play games. Dylan even made snacks. We’ll have our own little party.”
At first thought, a party with my brother and the stray I’m fucking doesn’t sound like much fun. But maybe afterward it’ll turn into a party of two.
I stalk toward her with devilish intent, darkening my gaze so she knows what’s coming.
Seeing her perched on the hood of my truck makes me all kinds of hard and crazy.
Especially while she’s wearing one of my flannels, and the top few buttons are undone so I can see down to her bra while she’s hunched over.
Her fading blonde hair is brushed over one shoulder in loose waves from sleeping with it in a braid.
She’s sexy as hell. Always has been. She could be wrapped in a carpet and still turn me on. Maybe that’s why it makes me nervous, because I don’t like someone having that much power over me.
I walk toward her grabbing my cordless jigsaw and set it on the hood of the truck beside her.
I grip her knees to spread her legs apart which she does so easily like a good little girl.
Her need for me turns me on just as much as her rosebud lips.
She’s willingly giving me the power in this situation.
One hand smooths the flannel fabric over my chest while the other supports her against the car as she leans her torso back a bit, arching her back so her tits are in the air.
The music changes to the next song as it shuffles through all the music downloaded on my phone.
The heavy sounds of “Power Over Me” by Dermot Kennedy fills the space as I give the buttons on the front of the snow pants a sharp jerk, the snaps break contact and I’m pleasantly surprised to see she’s going commando.
As soon as I slide my fingers between her legs, she’s wet for me.
A sick satisfaction takes over me. I lower my face closer to hers and deeply inhale her feminine scent before flicking her clit with my index finger.
The quick pressure makes her body jerk so I wrap my free arm around the small of her back, tugging her closer.
Her breathing becomes erratic, nothing consistent about it aside from the way her breathy moans consistently make my cock stand at attention.
Then I shove two fingers directly into her tight pussy without warning. God, she’s tight. I knew she wasn’t a virgin and I thought maybe she’d be a little…worn out, for lack of a better description. But just like the rest of her, her vagina is just to my liking.
I start pumping my fingers in and out of her, curling them against her inner walls in the process to work her like an instrument. And I’m proficient at playing Mara.
The higher she climbs into the sky, the more flushed she grows. Her cheeks turn pink, her chest reddens a bit, and her lids grow heavy. Reaching out for support, she wraps a shaking hand around my neck as my pace quickens until she’s panting and proactively gyrating in my arms.
Nervous about the intimacy of that gesture, I remove her hand from my neck and flatten her suddenly against the hood of the truck.
Her body meets the truck with a bit of a thwack but it doesn’t seem to bother Mara.
In fact, it seems like she likes it. I’ve noticed how her eyes darken with need when I’m rough with her, how they practically scream for more.
So I grab the jigsaw, flick the switch to turn it on, and press the butt of the tool (not the sharp end) against her clit so the vibration ripples through her from the center out.
All while furiously finger fucking her into oblivion.
This, to my surprise and delight, makes her go wild.
She lets out a moan of “oh god” and laces her fingers through the roots of her hair.
I know when her breath hitches and her eyes shut that she’s about to come so I press the active jigsaw body harder into her clit right before she erupts.
Her body clamps and pulsates around my fingers.
A cry that could be mistaken for painful bounces off the walls of the shop in a key that ignites me.
When her eyes open they meet my fierce stare.
I hold her gaze for a minute and give myself permission to lose myself in her endless hazel abyss.
She hesitates before taking another breath like it might kill her.
But my actions might.
I remove my fingers from her pussy and suck them between my lips, cleaning my fingers of her, swallowing her down.
Releasing her, she’s star-struck where she sits on the hood.
I wave my hand in the air in the universal sign for “wrap it up” so she knows to replace the tarp before she heads back inside.
And I go back to my work, pretty proud of myself for the look plastered on her face.