
Текст книги "Mechanic"
Автор книги: Alexa Riley
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Two
Penelope
“Let’s do a shot!” my cousin Lizzy shouts as she jumps up from our table and starts dancing backwards to the bar. Her brown curly hair bounces with her steps as she nearly runs into two people along the way. Her moonwalk makes it clear she doesn’t need another drink, but I sure do.
My body is still buzzing from the orgasm Paine gave me hours ago, and I need something to take the edge off. If this is what orgasms are really like, I’ve been missing out. I’m starting to think the ones I’ve been giving myself aren’t orgasms at all. When Paine touched me, it was as if my body came to life for the first time.
I still can’t believe I did that. I’m chalking it up as one final dirty thing I did before I get married next week. I’m guessing Scott would never talk to me the way Paine did today. I know for a fact he doesn’t get the response from my body that Paine does.
I follow Lizzy to the bar, needing another shot so I can forget about my impending nuptials to a man I’ve met a handful of times. The only time I ever talk to him is when I’m trying to reach my father. I’ve not so much as hugged the guy. I was just as shocked as everyone else when I got the wedding invitation in the mail. An invitation to a wedding I didn’t even know was happening until two weeks ago. Apparently, right after I graduated from college I was to be wed. Glad I got the invitation, otherwise I may have not known.
I’d planned to come to town and tell my father that I would marry his lawyer over my dead body, but I got shut down fast when he informed me that if I didn’t do as he commanded, he’d cut me off from seeing my grandmother. I’ve just graduated with my business degree, and I don’t need him or his money anymore. I can get a job and make my own life, but telling me he’ll never let me see my bedridden grandmother again was enough to have me doing whatever it is he wants. It was the nail in my wedding coffin.
My grandmother is all I have. I have no idea how she puts up with him, but she doesn’t have anyone else to rely on. Having never known my mother, I clung to her as I was growing up. She was the only softness in my life. My father just treats me like an object he can use to further his political career. I was shipped off to boarding school at the age of eight, where I stayed until I graduated high school and went right into college. Both were all-girls schools. My mother died in childbirth, so my grandmother stepped in as best as she could. My father had the final say, though, using my need for a good education as a reason to send me away. Thankfully, I had my grandmother’s letters to keep me company, and any holiday I had, she would come visit me, saying I didn’t need to come home. I think she knew even then that he held all the power over me, and as she got older and her health began to fail, he now has power over her. The two of us try to cling to one another while someone else calls the shots.
Maybe that’s why I had my reaction to Paine. I’d never met a man like him. He has power within him, but it didn’t feel like he wanted to control me. No, it felt like so much more than that. It felt like Paine wanted to devour me. He wanted to consume my body, yet in his presence I felt like I had the dominance. He oozed sex and masculinity, and it woke something inside me I didn’t even know was there.
“Two lemon drop shots, please,” Lizzy says to the bartender, and he gives her a look like really? What did she expect? The bar is worn, with old pool tables, dartboards, and a wooden floor that has seen better days. I like it, though. It goes with the town. The place feels homey, like everyone knows everyone else. Sadly, I don’t know anyone here, and I grew up in the town. Well, technically it was my home address, but I was never here. I was always away at school or some kind of summer program. When I did get to come home, I spent all my time with my grandmother at the family estate. My father now lives in the mayor’s mansion, and oddly enough, I’ve never even been inside it. Although I’m going to see it soon because I’m getting married there next week. I have to hold back the eye roll at my own thoughts.
“Two vodka shots will be fine,” I finally say, seeing that neither one of them is going to move. “Whatever kind of vodka you’ve got is fine.” The bartender fills two shot glasses and slides them across the bar to us.
“He didn’t even chill them.” Lizzy eyes the vodka like it might bite her. I don’t blame her, but at this point I just don’t care. I’d take a shot of anything. “Told you we should have gone to DeDe’s.” She pouts at not going to the nice bar in town, but I wanted to come here because it’s different to places I normally go to. I find myself wanting different a lot lately.
“Just do it fast.” I grab one of the shots and shoot it back. The burn of cheap vodka makes me cringe, but for some reason I smile.
Lizzy coughs, then grabs the man’s beer next to us to use as a chaser. She’s comical about it, and it gives the stranger an in to talk to us. “Can I buy you ladies another? It’s the least I could do for the bride-to-be.”
I adjust the stupid sash I’m wearing. Lizzy and Deb demanded I put on the pink band emblazoned with ‘Bride-To-Be’ in pink lettering. The guy is hot, but not Paine-hot. The thought pulls my mind back to Paine again. His thick, muscular body leaning close into mine. His huge hand on my waist as he holds me in place. His dark-blond, shaggy hair and scruffy beard made him look wild. His waist was trim, exaggerating his broad shoulders, and those arms looked like he could pick up ten of me. He looked like he’d run a motorcycle club on one of those TV shows. I bet he even drives one. God, what would it feel like to be on the back of his bike? I squeeze my thighs together as I remember his long thick cock. I think about the vibrations from a motorcycle and having him between me like that, and it’s enough to have me soaking my panties all over again. Just the thought of Paine has me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life, and all I can think about are his dirty hands on me.
“Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!” I hear the other girls from our table start to chant, and it pulls my thoughts away from Paine. I really wish Lizzy hadn’t set up this little bachelorette party, but she has no idea I have no desire to get married. We are distant cousins, not super close, having really only spent some holidays together over the years. Between that and a few random emails, she doesn’t know what’s really happening.
I had no idea she had anything planned, but when she told me we were going out, after the day I’d had, I just went with it. Now I’m wearing this stupid sash and crown, and I don’t know how my night could get worse. At least I convinced them to come to Smokey’s tonight instead of somewhere else. I just need a dive bar with lots of alcohol, and this is the perfect place.
We take the next round of shots that the guy next to Lizzy bought us, and I have to promise to save him a dance when the music starts up. We all chat and drink for a while until the bar finally fills with music, and all of us girls jump up. We head for the small makeshift dance floor as the house band starts to play. I’m feeling good from the alcohol, and I sway my hips, closing my eyes and enjoying the music.
“Holy shit. Paine’s here.” At Lizzy’s words, my eyes pop open. “God, he’s so fucking hot.” She knows Paine? Of course she does. She grew up here and everyone knows everybody, it seems. It takes everything in me not to turn and look at him, so I hold my drink and focus on the stage. I look down at myself, and it makes it me curse. Shit. The sash. Lizzy stares unabashedly, not an ounce of shame. “Oh my God, he’s coming this way. Damn, Penelope, he looks pissed.”
Three
Paine
I walk into Smokey’s and head to the bar. It’s surprisingly busy considering this hole in the wall is usually half-empty. After the day I’ve had, I need a drink. I move over to my usual stool, and Jake, one of the bartenders, comes over with my usual beer. To say I’m a creature of habit is an understatement. I like my order, and I like things to be simple. But little Duchess came into the shop today and shook my whole world upside down. I need to have a drink and try to forget about her, something I haven’t been able to do since she strolled into my life.
Butch and Joey stand behind me, and Jake slides their usual to them. I grab mine and nod my thanks, but he stands in front of me, not going anywhere. When I raise an eyebrow in question, he leans over the bar like he’s got a secret for me. What the hell? Are we in sixth grade?
“There’s a bachelorette party happening here tonight if you guys are looking for some action.”
I can feel Joey’s eye roll beside me, while Butch leans in a little closer. I, on the other hand, have no interest in getting laid tonight. I’ve had enough trouble with pussy today to last me a while.
An image of my little Duchess’ cunt flashes in my mind, and my dick twitches. What I wouldn’t give to have slipped my thick cock inside that tight hole. I bet she would have sucked it off just from the twitches of her orgasm. I shake my head and take a drink of my beer, hoping to wash the thoughts away.
“Point me in the right direction, Jake. You know I’m always looking for some fresh trim in this town.” Butch sits up and peers over the crowd as Jake points towards the dance floor. Curiosity gets the better of me, and my eyes follow Jake’s pointing finger. Suddenly, Butch laughs and looks back at me. “Looks like that rich chick with the Porsche is the bride-to-be.”
I grip the bottle of my beer so tightly, I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter. Everything in my vision goes red, and suddenly, my beer is being taken out of my hand. I look over and see Joey has taken it from me, and she’s giving me a look.
“I’ll hold it for you, boss,” she says, and nods over to the dance floor.
I don’t say a word as I get up and start to make my way over to a crowd of girls. There’s probably about a dozen of them, all in various stages of drunkenness. I see Lizzy Eastman standing just in front of what looks like the back of my Duchess’ head. She’s turned away from me, and Lizzy is standing in front of her, almost like she’s blocking her.
“Hey, Paine! It’s so good to see your body, I mean, you.” Lizzy snorts as she slurs her words, and I’m a little concerned about how she’s going to get home. We aren’t best friends, but I know her name and have seen her grow up around here. This is a small town, so even if we’ve never been introduced, we know who the other one is.
“I got this one, boss,” Butch says, tapping my shoulder and stepping up beside me. “What’s up, Lizzy. Show me some of those dance moves.” Butch takes her hand and Lizzy follows him around to the other side. Butch may talk a lot of shit, but deep down he’s a good guy, and I know he’ll make sure she’s safe.
I’m still standing in the same spot, and little Duchess hasn’t moved an inch. She’s tight with tension and facing away from me. It’s as if she thinks if she doesn’t turn around, then I’m not really here.
“When’s the big day?”
I see her shoulders deflate a little, and she turns to face me. She looks me up and down and licks her lips, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her right here, right now. Those thick lips look like they’re just begging for a dick, and I want to help her out with that need.
“You gonna answer me, Duchess?” I try to keep the anger out of my voice, but I don’t think it’s working.
She looks around and then bites her lip, once again making me want to stuff my cock in her mouth. She finally brings her eyes back up to mine. “Next week.” The words are barely whispered, but I hear it over the music.
Why do her words feel like a shot to the heart? Like I’ve lost something that I never had to begin with? I need to get my shit together. Obviously, this little rich girl just wanted to play with a boy from the wrong side of the tracks before she got married. Have one last little fling. Well, I’ll give her something to remember before she says “I do.” I tell myself this, but it’s a lie. I want her myself.
Grabbing her by the arm, I start dragging her towards the back of the bar. I only feel a slight protest, but she quickly matches my pace and comes along willingly. I pull her down the long hallway that leads out to a back alley, but instead of going out there, I open the door to the back storage room and pull her inside. There’s just a single lightbulb overhead, and once I turn it on, I close the door behind us and lock it. The room is full of cleaning supplies, a bucket and a mop. It’s a small dirty room and just about perfect for what I want from her.
I turn to look at my Duchess and see her eyes are a little wide with fear. “What do you want, Paine?”
“I want you to leave that crown on while you suck me off.” My words are filthy and cocky, but I don’t care. She wants to be used up and have a fling, I’m going to get what I can. Never mind what my heart is telling me. I’ll ignore it for now.
Her little tongue comes out and licks her lips, like she’s preparing, but she shakes her head. I let out a short laugh and crowd her personal space.
“Are you trying to tell me no? You couldn’t seem to find that word earlier today either, Duchess.” I undo my belt and then my jeans. I keep eye contact with her as I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my hard cock. I wrap my big hand around it and stroke it a few times. “You wanna get dirty with a man from the wrong side of town before you tie the knot, then you better get on your knees and get to it, Duchess.” I need those juicy lips surrounding my dick.
“It’s not like that,” she says, licking her lips again and looking down between us. Her eyes grow wide when she sees how big I am, and I feel my cock grin as she starts to reach out towards it. Before she makes contact, she looks up at me hesitantly. She’s had to have done this plenty of times, so I don’t know why she’s nervous. She needs to get on her knees and open up. I’m horny as fuck because of her, and she needs to fix it.
The thought of her with other men makes me so fucking jealous. I’ve never felt this kind of raw anger before, and it’s driving me crazy. Normally, I’m a laid-back guy who doesn’t get caught up in women, but one sight of this little thing and I’m being led around by my dick. The sight of her sash and the words ‘Bride-To-Be’ written across it make me even madder.
I reach out, quickly snatching her wrist. “You ran out so fast on me earlier, I didn’t get your name. Why don’t you use that sweet little tongue of yours to spell it out on my cock?”
Her mouth opens in shock, but I see her pupils dilate, the gray darkening as a shiver goes down her back. She can fight it all she wants, but she loves the dirty talk. If this is all I can have of her, I’ll take it and deal with the consequences later. I’ve got to cum before my balls explode, and this is all her fault. Time for her to pay up.
Slowly, she nods her head and runs her hands down my chest and stomach, making me hate my shirt as she moves lower down my body and gets on her knees in front of me. I hold my cock out for her, and I watch as she reaches out and takes it from my shaking hands. I feel a tremble go through my body at the same time, and I don’t know why I react to her the way I do. I don’t have any control over my need, and it’s maddening.
“Open up, Duchess. I want you to earn that crown you’re wearing.” She opens her mouth, and I reach down, grabbing her soft blonde hair in both hands. She looks up at me through her long black lashes just as the tip of my cock touches her lips. “And when you get me off, I want you to drink down my cum so that when you go back to that asshole you’re going to marry, you’ve got me in your belly.”
A white pearl of cum beads at the end of my dick and drops onto her bottom lip. She licks it up, and I feel her warm tongue against my cock, and it makes another white pearl appear. She wiggles the point of her tongue into the hole of my cock as if she’s trying to get all of the flavor she can. When I see a bit of cum coat her tongue, she closes her eyes and moans at my taste. At the sight, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes tightly and trying to think about baseball. I don’t want it to be over yet. Jesus, I don’t ever want it to be over.
Suddenly, I feel her warm mouth open wide over my dick, and she sucks me to the back of her throat. I look down, and the sight makes me grip her hair tighter. I feel her tongue licking the underside of my cock, and it massages more cum out of me. The thick vein underneath is pulsing, and I know she’s getting thick drop after thick drop in her mouth. It turns me on to think of me inside her and having her on her knees in front of me gives me power.
“Goddamn, Duchess. You give such good head. I think you might suck my soul out of my dick.” I feel her giggle around my cock, and the feeling goes straight to my balls. She’s got a mouth made for fucking, and I start to pump my hips a little while holding her hair. I fuck in and out of her mouth, and she just kneels there, taking it.
Her hands come up to stroke the length of my cock she can’t get in her mouth, and she grips me there, rubbing up and down as I keep up my shallow thrusts, her mouth open and taking what I give her. I want this to last forever, but her mouth is too sweet. It’s too hot and too good, and I won’t last much longer. I can feel her excitement while she’s licking me, and I can see her body moving to her own rhythm. She’s turned on by this, and knowing that takes me to the edge. Fast.
She’s moaning around me and nearly giddy as she sucks my dick. She’s loving it, and I can’t hold on. “I’m gonna nut, baby. You want it in your mouth or on your face?”
She pulls back just a second and says, “Mouth,” while catching her breath and going back to my cock. She sucks harder and deeper, and it’s so good. I want to close my eyes, but I can’t stand the thought of missing a single second of this.
Just before I let go, I see one of her hands move from the base of my cock and go between her legs and up her dress. The fact that she’s touching her pussy while sucking my cum is all it takes to send me over. I grip her hair around her bridal crown and pull her down on my cock as I cum deep in her throat. I feel her swallow around the head of my dick, and I’m barely able to stand upright as she takes every drop of me.
I watch as the hand between her legs speeds up, and her body tenses at the same time as mine. Jesus Christ, she just came while sucking my dick. Goddamn, I wish I could taste that orgasm. I wanna get her on the ground and sixty-nine with her. If she cums just from sucking my cock, imagine what she’d do if I was eating her pussy at the same time.
After I come back down from outer space, I gently touch her hair and stroke her cheek with my thumb. I feel so protective of her, and right now, I just want to scoop her up in my arms and take her home with me. We lock eyes, and something passes between us. It’s as if she’s reading my mind and asking me to take her away.
I open my mouth to ask her to come with me. I could take her home and never let her leave, she’d be mine forever, but suddenly there’s a loud crash on the other side of the door. The spell is broken, and she’s on her feet in a flash. I hurriedly tuck my cock back into my jeans and turn around, pulling the door open.
“There you are!” Lizzy belts out, and I see Butch running up behind her, throwing his hands up in apology. “I’ve been looking for you for forever. We gotta go. One of your sorority sisters—Mindy, Wendy, Cindy, I can’t remember her name. Anyway, she threw up on the drummer and we gotta go. The limo is about to leave. Bye, Paine. Always nice to see your body, I mean, you.” Lizzy reaches out and snags my Duchess’ wrist, pulling her from me.
Just before I can reach out and pull her back to me, she’s through the door. I take one step, and she turns back to me, shouting over the music.
“Penelope. I was spelling out Penelope.”