My hips flexed instinctively and my head fell back. “Fuck,” I bit out at the first touch of her lips and her tongue to my cock. “Macy,” I whispered in shock, hardly able to believe those plump lips were wrapped around my cock. I wanted to be a gentleman, to tell her she didn’t have to do this, that she didn’t owe me anything, most of all this. But I couldn’t.
She moaned as she dragged her lips and tongue down the length of my cock. She took me deep just how I liked it, over and over again, using lots of wet lips and her tongue, that fucking tongue dragged along the underside of my cock until fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
“Yeah, just like that Mace. Fuck, your mouth feels so good.” My best friend sucking me off definitely wasn’t on my calendar for today.
She hummed her pleasure at my words, using her hands and her mouth to work me over. She took me so deep I hit the back of her throat and she didn’t even fucking gag, which only made me hungry to do it again.
And again.
And again.
She moaned with every stroke, swallowing around me until my vision blurred.
My spine tingled and my balls tugged up tight. Ready. “Macy,” I warned.
She didn’t listen, she took me faster, sucked my meat harder, and tugged on my nuts until I exploded, sending long, hot jets of come down her throat.
“Oh fuck!” My body went stiff for a long second and then jerked violently through the orgasm. “Fuck, Macy, babe. Oh… fuck!”
She didn’t stop but she slowed her movements, sucking just the tip of my cock where every nerve ending in my body was currently located. She sucked softly and slowly, humming her pleasure each time I grunted or groaned.
It was too much but I didn’t want her to stop.
Not ever.
She swallowed every drop and then looked up with a mischievous grin before licking her lips. “I get it now,” she said. “All the hype about blow jobs. Really fucking hot.”
My cock twitched, liking her words as much as I did. “So, you liked it?”
She nodded. “A lot. I’m soaked and horny,” she said, as though pleased and surprised by her own words.
Soaked and horny.Two things I loved in a woman, but she hadn’t given me the words. Not yet.
We laid there together in silence for a few minutes, her curled against my chest while I struggled to get air in my lungs. To clear my head and come to terms with what just happened.
“So,” she began, meeting my gaze with a grin. “What are we up to today?”
I laughed, shaky and helpless. “I’m working at the garage, which meanswe’reworking at the garage.”
***
Despite the early hour, Steel City Motors was already alive by the time we rolled in. Rock music blared from the speakers, conversations and bullshit flowed freely and loudly.
Macy looked overwhelmed at first, but she didn’t hesitate. She squared her shoulders even before she removed her helmet, ready to face the day. Whatever it brought.
She was curious as we stepped inside, taking in the cars and the bikes, the guys watching her with a mix of amusement and curiosity. When her gaze landed on the red Shelby Cobra that had seen better days and she turned to me with wide,excited eyes. “You got it! Holy shit, you got it!” Her excitement was palpable and she flung her arms around me, squeezing tight.
“How do you know it’s mine?” I asked.
She pulled back. “Seriously? How many times did you say you were gonna own one of these, even if you had to put her together yourself? I remember all about the V8 engine, the English chassis, and 4.3-liter engine.” She rolled her eyes. “I could talk about it in my sleep.”
Gio laughed. “So baby Vandal was a gearhead too?”
Her smile brightened. “Oh yeah, he would geek out about cars for hours.” She smiled at the memory.
“Well don’t be shy,” Gio encouraged. “Tell us all the embarrassing shit you can remember.”
Her gaze met mine. “You mean like the time he spray painted Marina Nolan’s sweet sixteen car because she was a mega bitch?” Her eyes softened and I knew what she was thinking.
