Fix My Car, Break my Heart : Part 3

Oh. My. God! What the fuck is going on between my legs? I'm barely awake but I'm on the verge of cumming. I feel a warm body pressed up behind me, a long, muscular leg hooked under mine, propping it up as MY, that's right MY mechanic's fingers make slow, lazy circles around my clit.

"Good morning," he murmurs in my ear as my eyes flutter open.

"Good mo. .. noooo, don't stop," I plead as he slides his hands up my stomach, making my clit feel woefully abandoned. He chuckles in my ear, tightening his hold on me as he pulls me closer. His lips skim over my shoulder as I try to push his hand back between my legs.

I pull and tug at the damn thing but he's way too strong and he knows it. His chuckles becme louder until he's full-blown laughing at my efforts. Cocky bastard. He splays his fingers on my stomach, lips lazily playing in the crook of my neck.

"Is this what you want?" he tortures as he languidly strokes my pussy with one finger, never actually passing the outside of my lips. He pulls his hand away as I try to grind my hips into his hand.

"Fucking tease," I mutter as I give up trying to get his hand where I want it and tilt my head to give him full access to my neck. As frustrating as he is, his lips are still amazing and I don't want him to stop.

"I'm not a tease," he protests, pretending to be wounded by my statement. Full-on sexy pout mode is fucking hot on him.

"Are too," I reply, guiding his hands upwards towards my breasts. He lets me move them, stopping just shy of my nipples.

"Am not," he says, gently nipping my skin.

"Are too," I shoot back, softly stroking the back of his hands as he slowly strums his thumbs over my nipples, sending jolts of desire ratchetting through me.

"Am not," he retaliates by suddenly tweaking my nipples. I gasp in suprised pleasure as I arch into his hands. "Teases have no intention of following through," he whispers as he bumps me with his hips and rolls me onto my stomach, covering my body with his.

"And you do?" I ask hopefully, unable to hide the delight in my voice as he rolls his hips against me, letting me feel exactly how prepared he is to follow through.

"Definately," he whispers in my ear, pinning my upper body down with his chest as he slides into me. I swear my lady parts practically squeal in pleasure as he fills me, carressing, nudging, rubbing against virtually every sweet spot inside me. I want to say something, shoot back some witty retort, but my mind is a pleasure-filled haze and I can't seem to make my mouth do anything except fucking moan like crazy.

I grip the sheets under me, luxuriating in the feel of his palms sliding over the backs of my hands, twining his fingers with mine. His lips pluck at my neck, driving me beyond insane. He drives into me, slowly, lazily and it's not long before I want more, need more, crave more.

"Please. .. " I beg, gasping as he swivels his hips deliciously before going back to his slow thrusts.

"Tell me," he demands, fingers tightening around mine.

"Tell you what?" I quiz in as innocent a voice as I can muster, given the situation.

"Tell me what you want," he commands, planting a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder-blade. Helloooo new-erotic-sweet-spot-that-I-didn't-know-existed.

"I want a fucking cookie," I quip, doing my best to meet his thrusts, attempting to urge him on. I fail miserably at that because the cocky-yet-adorable-bastard is angled in such a way that I can't move an inch. I'm totally at the mercy of his slow, frustrating, teasing thrusts and he uses that fact to his advantage as he gently bites my ear lobe and demands that I tell him what I want.

"Make me," I request as I squeeze him with every internal muscle I can control.

"Fuck!" he rasps, involuntarily shifting back a little. The move drives his cock even deeper into me and inadvertently gives me a little more wiggle room. .. literally. I take full advantage of the moment as I wiggle my hips from side to side before backing into him, taking over the pace.

He growls into the crook of my neck. God, I adore those growls, they make my insides melt, my knees weak and set my lady bits on fire. Suddenly, his hands leave mine and I feel firm, strong fingers flex into my hips as he pulls me onto my knees and slams into me harder, giving me exactly what I've wanted from the second I woke up. Granted it's only been a few minutes, still. ..

Yes, yes, mother-fucking yes! This feels amazing and I try to gasp, scream, yell, anything, but all that escapes my lips is what sounds embarrasingly like a whimper as I back my hips into his. My body is on fire, screaming for release. The feel of him behind me, strong legs holding mine in place, porn-tastic fingers gripping my hips, is more than I can take.

"You drive me crazy, you know that," he moans in my ear right before I explode, my inner muscles spasming and milking him. I'm vaguely aware of someone screaming like a fucking banshee and it takes a second before I realise it was me.

"That was one hell of a wake-up call," I practically pur as I feel him slide out of me and stretch out next to me. I want to turn my head and smile at him, but I feel totally drained, in a good way. My alarm clock is perched on my nightstand and it's glowing numbers tell me that it's only 6 am.

I only got 2 hours of sleep last night, but I'm not complaining. Last night was probably the best night of my life. After our romp in the kitchen, we ordered pizza and ate it in my living room. I admit, pizza wasn't the only thing that was eaten. I'm probably never going to be able to sit on that couch again without my lady parts screaming for attention.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and gravelly as he gently runs a finger down my spine, making me shiver.

"Mmmhmm," I reply, turning to face him as he scoots closer, his hand resting on the small of my back. I like how it feels, the pressure isn't offensive, its warm and makes me feel. .. .desired. Something I haven't felt in . .. God knows how long.

Crap, no, don't do this, I can't go letting myself think things like that. I don't even know this guy's last name. By tomorrow he'll probably be just a wonderful, amazing, fucking awesome memory. One to replay when I need a boost, but not one that I have a right to miss.

"Are you ok?" he asks, gently stroking the side of my face with his thumb.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I ask curiously.

"Well I. .. I uh. .. " he stammers. I curl my arms under my head, giving him a soft smile as I mentally brace myself for the inevitable 'gotta-go-babe-this-was-fun' that I'm certain is about to fall from his lips. I'm not the one-night-stand kind of girl, I've never done this before, but I've heard stories, seen the movies, read the books. I know how it goes, you're not supposed to feel as sad as I do right now about him leaving.

I just want to wrap my arms around him, maybe my legs too, and keep him in bed all day, all night, all fucking week, but I know that's not an option. I keep a smile plastered on my face, if he's about to leave, I don't want to be remembered as that sad, clingy girl that couldn't let go. I'm going to be that sexy, confident. .. . who the fuck am I kidding? I'm going to be that wanton, awkward slut that masturbated in his shower and attacked him in the truck.

"Did I hurt you?" he blurts, his face a mask of concern as he cups my face.

"I underst. .. wait what?" I ask, cutting off as I realise he didn't just say he had to go.

"I know I was a little rough at the end there, and you haven't moved yet," he explains, gently pulling my hip, letting me know he wants me to turn on my side to face him. Awww, damn him for making my insides even more melty.

"You were perfect, I enjoyed every second" I say, turning to face him, being careful to keep my hands away from him and tucked securely under my head. If I touch him again, I might not be able to let him leave. "I'm just a little tired, but it was totally worth it."

He smiles at me, his face awash with relief as he kisses my forehead. Dammit, he's making it so hard, I want to touch him, need to touch him, SHIT, I'm touching him. My hands are trailing up his forearms to settle around him as he curls a finger under my chin and kisses me.

"I have. .. " he starts as he leans back, finger still curled under my chin. Oh fuck, here it comes, he has to go. Keep it together, keep it to-fucking-gether. No matter how badly I want him to stay, I mustn't tell him. "A confession to make," he finishes.

"What is it?" I ask, disarmed by the guilty look on his face.

"I've wanted you from the second I saw you," he says, sliding a leg over mine as he moves to cover my body with his. His elbows rest on either side of my head as he leans down to kiss me.

"Your sleeve had slipped down to here," he says, planting a kiss on my upper arm, exactly where my sleeve had probably been.

"And your bra strap was showing," he plants a kiss on my shoulder where the strap had been.

"Beads of sweat were gliding down here," he trails his tongue down my chest, before planting a kiss between my breasts. "Black lace was peeking out from under your shirt."

A happy whimper escapes me as his lips close around my right nipple.

"God, I love those sounds you make," he murmurs around the taut nub of flesh secure in his fuck-tastic mouth. I love how he makes me make them, but I'll never say it.

"I didn't want to let you leave, I wanted to take you to my office and fuck you till you screamed my name," he husks, moving up to nibble at my neck as he slips a hand between my legs, stroking me in firm, sure movements. This is crazy, the whole time he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. We could have totally acted out my sex-on-his-desk fantasy.

Oh God, I want him again, I want him inside me, need him inside me.

"And then I heard you in my shower," he confesses as he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, moving up to stare into my eyes. Shit, I feel like. .. it's indescribable, I want to tell him it's too much. That if I let myself get lost in how he's making me feel, this will be so much more than a one-night stand to me. That he should just fuck me and leave because the longer he stays, the harder it'll be.

"I wanted to throw the door open and get in there with you," he groans as he slides into me. He leans his forehead against mine as he continues to stare into my eyes. Shit, I'm going to remember those eyes for the rest of my life. I'll be like that old lady in the titanic, remembering her lover, except if my mechanic was the one dangling off a piece of wood, either we'd both freeze to death, or I'd find a way to get him on that plank with me.

"Why didn't you?" I ask, my question ending in a moan as he eases his hips back, leaving just the head of his cock lodged inside me.

"I thought to myself," he eases back into me, "What would a girl like that, want with a guy like me?"

"Are you kidding?" I ask in a breathless voice, even though he's moving slowly, I can already feel my orgasm building up low in my belly. "Have you seen yourself lately?"

He dips his head to the side of my neck, a low rumbling, chuckle revertebrating through his body.

"I thought I was hallucinating when you kissed me in the truck," he continues, all the while slowly pumping me. One hand leaves my wrists to strum a nipple as his lips tease the other.

"I probably would have ripped your clothes off right there on the street if that old lady hadn't shown up," he says, his words garbled as he increases the suction on the firm nub in his mouth. I cry out in pleasure as the hand on my nipple slides down to my clit, rubbing in quick, sure circles.

He stiffens above me with a short yell as my walls spasm around his cock. His lips find mine as we both ride out the waves of pleasure that cascade over us before slowly ebbing away. He slips out of me and pulls me to lie with my back to him as I try to catch my breath. I can feel his heart pounding through his chest as he holds me close, his breath hot on my neck.

I want to stay awake, I really do, just to enjoy the way it feels when he holds me, to bask in the calm, happy feeling that an intense orgasm always gives me. But the events of the night before are catching up to me and I slowly succumb.

I feel his lips on the back of my head as I drift off to sleep. His arms encase me, pulling me into the harbor of his muscular chest. I can't begin to describe how much I love the way it makes me feel safe, protected, desired, cared for.

~*~

I smile as I wake up, stretching my arms over my head. My entire body is deliciously sore, a lasting reminder of what my mechanic and I did all night and part of the morning. Wait, something's wrong. My bed feels cold. There's no warm body pressed up behind me. No faint smell of cologne that clung to his skin this morning. There's no hand on my hip. ... . My mechanic is gone.

I sit up quickly and scan the room, my heart sinks when I realise his clothes are gone, maybe he's in the bathroom. A quick search of the house lets me know that he isn't here. A peak out the window reveals that his truck is gone. He's gone. Left while I was sleeping without so much as a good-bye. I sink to the floor under the window, pulling my knees to my chest as the words resound in my head. Gone, my mechanic is gone, not so much as an it-was-fun-babe, or an I'll-see-you-around. He's just. .. . gone.

From the minute I woke up this morning, I knew it was inevitable, he would have had to leave. We both had to get back to the real world, what we had was just a fleeting moment of lust, nothing more. I'm not going to cry over that, I'm not. Fuck it, I refuse to cry, that would just be silly.

A tear splashes onto my knee, making a liar out of me. I remember how he looked at me as he slid into me. The way he made me feel like this was more than a one-night stand, like. .. as crazy as it sounds, given the short time we knew each other. .. like he cared. I thought I was at least worth a good-bye. Guess I was wrong, act like a whore, get treated like a whore. Fuck, here come the tears and I can't make them stop.

To Be Continued. .. .. .