Unsteady (The Torqued Trilogy Book 1) (36 page)

Tools rattle together with my movement, and I’m ready to fuck her against any flat surface, this bench, the wall, floor…. It doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to me.

Sure, I should be gentle with her and take my time because I don’t know what this could mean, but I’m a starving man. I can’t think clearly enough to slow down and I’m racing toward what I know can sedate this unattainable addiction.

“Do you have a condom?” she asks.

I nod. “There’s one in my toolbox.”

Stepping back, I reach over to my toolbox and grab the condom I’ve had in there for the last six months. Thanks to a joke between Tyler and Colt.

Lenny takes that moment to lean back and catch her breath. Her hands are out beside her and she spreads her legs a bit wider to give me a sneak peek at her dripping wet pussy.

When I have the condom on, I step toward her again running my finger slowly down her center soaking in her juices. At my touch, she whimpers. Actually fucking whimpers.

“Slide off the bench,” I tell her in a slow, commanding voice. She does as I say and as soon as her feet touch the ground, I turn her so that her ass grinds into my cock. My head falls forward, resting against her shoulder as excitement shoots through me with her every movement.

My mouth moves over her shoulder to the base of her neck where I bite down tenderly. “Put your right leg on the table.”

She does exactly as I say, her neck arching as I run my tongue over the path my teeth made. I position my cock right at her entrance, guiding my latex-sheathed dick inside what I can only describe as paradise.

I can hardly control myself when I enter her and she clenches around me. My hips automatically move quickly, in jerked motions until I gather my senses and make sure I don’t blow my load right away.

“Oh God, Red… you feel so good.” Her legs spread wider as we struggle to find proper balance. And then she gasps.

My body shakes as I groan. The way her pussy curves to my dick, the pressure that’s already building in my groin with how wet and warm she is, it’s too much.

Maybe it’s my pent-up frustration for no sex in the last two years, but the visual of Lenny bent over this damn bench has me ready to come the moment I begin to move.

It’s her perfect plump ass, the thickness around her hips and the way they look with my greasy fingerprint all over them.

Lenny lets out the smallest moan, her hands shuffling on the bench to find something to grip, letting me know she wanted this just as badly as me. They find leverage on the edge, her fingertips white.

When I begin to move, Lenny’s back arches off as she raises her chest off the bench and I want to flip her over so I can see her amazing tits bouncing with every thrust. But I don’t. Instead, I keep my right hand on her hip and that amazing fucking ass, threading my left into her hair taking a fist full and pulling back with the slightest bit of pressure.

With each movement, she cries out, begs even. I can barely hear her over the howling wind and rain, let alone see her in the dim lighting but it’s enough I have to slow down a few times.

“Oh God, Red. Fuck me. Fuck me hard…,” she begs.

Shit. The way she says my name, it’s all I can do not to blow my load right now.

I can’t rush this. That’s the last thing I want.

Squeezing her hip and tightening my hold on her hair, I angle her hips enough that I can go deeper. Thrusting my pelvis upward, she gasps, “Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. Please.”

As badly as I want to come inside of her right now, I want to make her come on my dick. I
need
to see that.

Gliding my right hand across her stomach, I move it between her legs. Lenny shudders as I drag my thumb over her folds before pressing down on her clit.

“You like that?” My voice is labored. It’s been a while.

“Seriously, Red, don’t stop,” she begs, her voice barely audible over the pounding wind and rain. Every time my name passes between her lips, it sends a jolt of energy to my chest, an almost burning stir I begin to crave.

“I’m just getting started,” I tell her. With the way she’s moaning and panting out heavy breaths, I know what we’re doing. This intensity that’s so fucking consuming, it’s undeniable. It has me fucking her in the shop because I just can’t wait. I have to have her like this. I also know, this isn’t the end. Where I once thought if I fuck her, I could rid the need, I know that’s a lie now. It will
never
be enough.

Both palms splay out on the bench as if she knows she should brace herself and she arches her back even more trying to take me deeper. That’s it. I can’t hold back any longer. I move my hand back to her hip and grip tighter, my body repeatedly slamming into hers. With every thrust, my balls slap her pussy causing to her moan louder, the bench shaking and rattling as brake cleaner bottles fall to the concrete with our movements.

Lenny’s body stiffens as she cries out, her orgasm rolling through her body, a strangled plea falling from her lips as her pussy contracts around me. “Jesus Christ,” I grunt, trying to catch my breath as my breathing spirals out of control.

Moving my hand down to slowly massage her clit, I coax her along, drawing out the sweet sensations for her, whispering how fucking sexy she is when she finally lets go. I kiss her shoulders, marking her skin with my teeth as I suck and gently bite.

“You don’t know how fucking badly I wanted to see you come on my dick.”

When she looks back at me, her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

Have I rendered her speechless?

As I bend my head forward, I grip her face and so that I can I make her look at me as our lips make contact. Her greedy tongue meets mine and I flip her around and lay her on the bench, her back pressed against the cool metal as she opens her legs to me.

Though I can’t see her all that well, the flashes of lightning are enough and the idea that I can’t see
everything
is somewhat more of a turn on. It leaves a little to the imagination.

“Christ, you’re driving me fuckin’ crazy,” I curse into her hair, pushing it aside, my hands tangling a fist full before my mouth and teeth find her skin.

With my hands on the edge of the bench, I take a step forward, the bench hits the wall with my thrust inside her. Placing my hands on her hips, I drive her into my every thrust.

Her hands raise up over her shoulders and my left hands slips off her hip and onto the bench before I move it to her neck. There’s a moment, a split second when I wonder if I’m being too rough with her.

“Fuck…!” She moans, arching back as her legs raise up and she lays them on my shoulders.

Driven with need, my mouth is all over her beautiful legs that have taunted me for weeks as I slam into her, the bench and tools on it shaking as I do so. I can’t take it any longer, my orgasm begins to surface.

I try to keep going, but there’s not controlling it this time. Thrusting faster, my body tenses, my orgasm so intense I have to grab onto the edge of the bench so I don’t collapse because of its aftershocks, my panting gasping breaths taking over.

Groaning into the side of her calf, my body shudders against her, pushing forward once more, pulsing with my release.

I don’t move right away, neither does Lenny as our breathing attempts to even out.

I gasp when I pull out, the heat and intensity immediately replaced by the harshness of my reality. I just fucked Lenny. In the shop.

I set her down on unsteady feet, my heart racing. Attempting a deep steadying breath as I try to collect myself, I step back, but I let my eyes wander to her naked ass on that bench and the ink on her side. I’ll certainly never look at my work bench the same.

She stands, a sheen of sweat has formed across her body almost making her glow in the dim light. It’s clear by her rapid breaths, she’s trying to calm herself down after what just happened. It’s also a good sign. I wasn’t the only one enjoying what we were doing.

She looks up at me and I wait to allow her to talk first, but instead of saying something, she just starts laughing.
Laughing
. Not exactly reassuring after what I thought was damn good sex. I mean, yeah it was quick, but pretty fucking awesome if I say so myself.

“What are you laughing at?” I ask her, unable to hide the uncertainty in my voice.

She stops and lifts her hand to run through my hair. “I’m sorry. It’s just that your hair is a mess. It’s standing up in all angles and you look like one of those troll dolls I had when I was a kid. You know the ones that you shake and their hair stands up straight.”

Troll dolls, really?

I smile and then reach to her hair mimicking her movements. “Yeah, well yours isn’t looking too hot either.”

A moment of panic flashes in her eyes, and I can’t help but laugh. She brings both of her hands to try and comb through her hair, but seems to realize a hot shower and lots of shampoo are her only options.

I continue to stare at her, noticing her hair isn’t the only victim of our impulsive actions. Her face, breasts and hips are covered in greasy hand prints. Her body looks like a road map of our passion. I fucking love the way I look on her. Almost makes me angry she’s going to erase any trace of this moment as soon as she gets into the shower tonight.

Watching her, it’s clear now there’s parts of her that were completely untouched until I got my dirty hands on her, marking her in all the ways she needed.

Another loud crack of thunder and flash of lightning tear me from my trance and I look down realizing that not only are we both standing here naked, but I still have the condom on.

Her gaze travels the length of my body, taking in the sight before her. Clearing my throat, I reach down and toss the condom in the trash next to my toolbox. I need to remember to empty that before Daniel does the trash in the morning. The last thing I need is to come up with a reason why a used condom is in my trash can.

It’s not that I’m ashamed or regret a minute of what just happened, but until I figure out what’s going on between Lenny and me, I don’t need anyone else giving me shit.

After I throw the condom away, I reach down to retrieve my jeans. They’re still soaked so pulling them on is a bit of a chore.

Glancing over to Lenny, she’s followed my lead by gathering her clothes and getting dressed. I groan internally not ready to give up the sight of her incredibly hot body. Turning away, I reach for my shirt.

Once we both get ourselves together—physically at least—I take a look around the shop. It’s obvious that we’re not getting anything else done with this engine tonight.

“We should just call it a night. With the power out, we aren’t going to be able to get anything else done tonight anyway. The generator only powers the apartment.”

Lenny looks at me for a minute, and I can see uncertainty flashing across her face. “Oh, okay. Sounds good.” She turns and begins to walk toward the door.

“Hold up. Let me just lock up and I’ll walk you around to Tyler’s door.” I quickly walk over to the office door and then the back doors making sure to lock them both. Heading back over to backdoor where Lenny is standing waiting for me, I stop briefly at my toolbox to grab my keys, wallet and cell phone.

As soon as I get to the door, Lenny steps outside into the rain and heads to the side of the building where the stairs lead to Tyler’s apartment. I walk behind her giving her a little distance, trying not to crowd her. I don’t know what she is thinking right now, and I have to admit, I really hope whatever is going through her mind isn’t regret.

Once we reach the stairs, I grab her by the arm and turn her around so that she is facing me, pressing her against the side of the building. Rain pelts the side of our faces, cool drops against heated skin.

Her eyes are aimed at the ground and I use my index finger to lift her chin so that she has no choice but to look at me. Once she does, I can see the conflict in her eyes. It’s obvious her brain is flooded with questions about what just happened. I want to reassure her that everything is fine and we will figure it out, but the truth is I don’t know what tomorrow brings, so I decide to say something to calm her in the moment.

I move my hand to cup her face, wiping away a smudge of grease and then place my other hand around her waist. Leaning down, I slowly kiss her neck, my open mouth tasting what I know I’m going to think about all night, and then move to whisper in her ear. “Don’t overthink this, Lenny.”

Lifting my head, I take a step back. We both stand in the pouring rain, barred in a moment until she smiles, one side higher than the other. “See you Monday, Red.”

Sweeping sheets of water from my eyes, I watch as she enters the apartment not turning around as she shuts the door. Letting out a deep breath, I head to my car.

Once inside my car, my mind shifts through the memories of the night.

And I’m hard again.