“How’s she handling?”
“Fucking beautiful,” Jimmy says, staring at his car. “Wouldn’t have changed the color if it wasn’t for my opponent having the same color. You could say that doesn’t sit well with me.”
Tazen laughs. “Yeah, I get you. Jimmy, this is my girl, Quinn. You met her at the unveiling of Chief.”
Jimmy looks over to me, but my heart is doing beautiful happy dances because Tazen just called me his girl again. Fan girling be damned, that takes the cake.
“Quinn?”
I blink and turn to see two pairs of amused eyes on me. I smile sheepishly and extend my hand. “It’s awesome to see you again, Jimmy.”
He takes my hand and shakes it. “You too, love. What do you think of Chief’s makeover?”
“Orgasm worthy.”
Both their brows shoot up and I laugh. “Come on, boys, you can’t say my words aren’t the perfect fit?”
Tazen nods, and Jimmy throws his head back and laughs loudly. “Tazen, dude, I think I like your new girl.”
I beam.
“Yeah, she’s all right. Did I tell you she’s a mechanic?”
Jimmy turns to me. “No shit, that’s impressive.”
“Thanks.”
“Well,” he says, turning towards Chief. “I was just checking in to make sure I didn’t end up with a pink car. I’ll catch you guys at my next race?”
Tazen looks to me and my eyes go wide with excitement.
“Think that’s a yeah.” He grins, taking Jimmy’s hand again. “Good to see you.”
“You too, catch you.”
“Later.”
When we’re done looking over the paint, we head on out. Both of us happy. Both of us wanting to rip each other’s clothes off.
This might prove to be an interesting afternoon.
* * *
“Later, boss.”
I pretend to be dallying around with my clothes as the last of the guys leave the garage that night. I wait until the door closes before turning and laying my eyes on Tazen, who is walking out of the office with serious determination in his eyes. He’s wearing on old pair of jeans and no shirt, because he was midway through “pretending” to get changed.
When he reaches me, his arm hooks around my waist and he spins me around towards the Mustang that’s behind me. He reaches down, lifting a sheet off the floor and places it over the hood, grinning. “Don’t want to scratch her.”
I laugh but that’s cut short when he spins me around and takes my arms, pulling them behind my back. “Now we play it my way,” he murmurs into my ear as he places a hand in the middle of my back and pushes me down onto the hood. My cheek hits the sheet and my excitement levels rise.
“Do as I say, and it’ll feel good, baby. Don’t…” He runs a hand over my ass. “And it won’t.”
I shudder.
He takes hold of my jeans and reaches around, unbuttoning them and pulling them down over my hips and off my legs. I step out of them and color rises to my cheeks when I realize I’m bent over, with no pants on. “Fuck,” Tazen growls, and my embarrassment quickly flees, leaving me only with lust. He likes what he sees.
I like that.
I hear him shuffling around, then he steps forward and places a warm, hard hand on my ass. He squeezes roughly and I whimper, going up on my tiptoes. “Stay still, angel, or I’ll make this ass sting.”
Oh boy.
I stop moving and he runs his hands over my backside, before dipping lower and gliding through my exposed sex. I groan as he rasps, “Fucking wet already. You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Quinn. Make it detailed.”
Dirty fucker. I love it.
“I want,” I gasp as he dips a finger into my heat and finds my clit. He starts massaging it gently.
“Yes?” he prompts.
“I want … oh God.”
“That’s not an answer, baby. Last chance. What do you want?”
“For you t-t-t-to…” Dammit he’s rubbing so perfectly, sparks are flying right to my core and I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel his fingers all over me.
His hand comes down with a slap over my bottom and I cry out. He reaches down and squeezes my ass cheek where he just slapped it.
“Now,” he growls. “What do you want me to do, Quinn?”
“I want … I want you to lick me.”
“Lick you where?” he says in a thick voice.
His finger is running up and down my ass crack now. God. I wish he would just stop. This is pure torture.
“R-r-r-right there,” I gasp, arching up as he slips a finger inside my sex.
“Here, baby?”
“Y-y-y-yes.”
“You want me to lick your sweet pussy?”
I cry out and yell, “Yes, god, yes.”
He slips his fingers from my depths and I hear a thud as his knees hit the floor. Then he leans forward and buries his face right into me. I squirm forward, not loving the position, but with a few adjustments, he manages to tilt his head and slide his tongue right in. His fingers and mouth work my clit and sex, and I throw my head back in ecstasy, not just over the erotic position but how incredibly amazing it feels.
“Tazen,” I yell, uncaring if anyone outside can hear. “Fuck. Yes.”
I come so hard my knees buckle. Tazen’s arm goes around my belly and he holds me still as he licks every last shudder from me. Then he hangs onto me as he stands. “Get your footing baby, you’re about to need it.”
The sounds of his zipper going down and a condom wrapper being torn alert me to the fact that I most certainly will need it. His hands find my hips and he curls his body over mine, his cock pressing into my ass as he whispers in my ear. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
“How do you feel about hair pulling?”
My body spasms. God, is it wrong that I would seriously love that? I couldn’t imagine anything better than Tazen taking hold of my hair as he drives his cock in and out of my flesh.
“I think I would love that.”
He nips my earlobe. “I knew there was a good reason you and I hit it off.”
He pushes off me and slides his hand up my back until he reaches my hair. He tangles his fingers in the back of it, then he presses his cock to my entrance and pushes in, in one hard thrust. I cry out and my feet skitter forward as the amazing sensation swarms over me. My fingers curl into the sheet and Tazen’s fingers tighten in my hair.
Then he uses it to tip my head back slightly as he starts fucking me. We’d be quite the picture, with me bent over this beautiful car, Tazen’s hands tangled in my hair, his cock driving in and out of me. The very image has my moans going from soft to frantic as my pussy hugs him, already needing a release. His grunts are low, deep and damned sexy as he drives deeper and deeper.
I push up on my hands as he tugs my hair harder. My neck is titled backwards, my back bowing and god, it feels fucking incredible. The sounds of our skin slapping are echoing through the garage and I am charging closer and closer to that edge.
“I’m going to,” I gasp. “Tazen, I’m going to come.”