Full Throttle

There we go.

Beautiful bike… but, damn… I don’t know if it’s worth all this effort.

Exhaust pipe’s rusted… bolts are stripped. Definitely going to need a new carburetor.

I could just trash it… that chain looks worth keeping, though. Brake pads don’t look too bad either.

Could be a good weekend project to try and get it restored.

Ah, well. Don’t need to make a decision now.

Damn. Rain’s really coming down out there.

I should’ve picked up coffee earlier. Might be stranded here in the shop for a while.

“Oh my god, seriously? Damn it.”

“Hi.”

“Hey. I’m so sorry to bother you—I just ran in here to get shelter for a minute.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Do you mind if I—? I’m sure it’ll pass in a few minutes.”

“No, no, c’mon in.”

You’re drenched from the rain. Looks like your bag got wet and probably anything inside it.

The weather changes fast here and storms blow through all the time. It happens often enough that people tend to carry umbrellas no matter the weather.

But, you… well, your thin dress and those little sandals make me think you’re not from around here. Like maybe you’re new to the city or something.

“God, it’s insane out there. It just came out of nowhere.”

“Yeah. It does that. Here. Let me grab you a towel.”

“Thanks.”

“I hate to say it, but… I think you’re wrong.”

“What? About what?”

“That storm’s not going to pass anytime soon”

“Oh. Well, you can kick me out as soon as I’m dry again.”

“That’s not what I mean. You just might be stuck here a little longer than a few minutes. This one looks like it’s sticking around.”

“Great.”

I look you up and down again and… I swear I’ve seen you before. There’s just something familiar about you.

Oh, that’s it. You’re the barista at the shop down the street.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy. Just… already had a shitty day and this just makes it… you know, shittier.”

“At the coffee shop?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ve seen you there a couple of times. I come by in the mornings.”

“Yeah… I know, I recognize you too. Your tattoo.”

You nod at the sleeve of ink on my forearm.

“I asked you about it the other day. I’m trying to find an artist who can do something simi—oh, shit!”

Everything goes dark. The shop is suddenly pitch black, so dark I can’t see my hand in front of me.

“Told ya.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Hang on, there’s a lot of tools and sharp stuff around here, just stay still for a sec. Don’t move.”

I can’t see two meters in front of me, but I feel my way over to the metal workbench against the wall. Pretty sure there’s a few candles over here somewhere…

There it is. Jesse’s always lighting these to make the shop smell less like grease.

I grab my lighter from my back pocket and light the wick.

“I’m going to check the breaker and see if I can’t get the lights back on. You want to come with me or you want to stand here in the dark?”

“I’ll come with you.”

You follow close behind me in the dark, your body brushing up against mine a few times as you tread carefully in the dark.

“So… this is your place?”

“Nah, I’m just a mechanic here. Couldn’t sit still long enough to open up a shop. I’m always on the move.”

“Oh. Like… on a bike?”

“Yeah. I like long-haul rides. Ride out a few hours and just… see what I find.”

“Wow. I mean, that sounds incredible.”

Even though I can’t see your face, I can hear the smile in your voice.

I put the candle down on the shelf nearby. It’s not enough light to see anything more than what’s right in front of me.

“You know, um… I hear people talk sometimes. About you guys. About your shop.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… I don’t know, just..”

“You’re not going to hurt my feelings.”

“My manager says to stay away. He’s really old-school. He thinks motorcycles, tattoos, and loud music make you a criminal or something. It’s stupid.”

“You must not believe any of it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come in.”

“I don’t. I’m just curious if you’re aware that your reputation precedes you.”

Damn it.

I turn to face you and you’re looking directly at me. Your mouth looks so tempting in the dim candlelight. I don’t know why… I don’t even know your name, but I want to kiss you.

You still aren’t looking away. My breath catches in my throat. You lean forward slightly, almost imperceptibly, and I find myself drawn towards you.

We both stumble a little as our bodies meet in the dark, both reaching out to grab onto each other for balance.

I reach blindly in front of me and find your wrist, pulling you close to me.

I lean forward and kiss you again, harder. My mouth completely covers yours as I settle my hand on the curve of your hip.

Your body leans into mine like you’re being drawn into me by some force.

You kiss me back with some fierceness… harder than I would expect.

You lift your hands up and push your hands in my hair. Your nails dig into my scalp and…

You pull back just barely an inch or so… just lingering with your mouth barely touching mine.

I lift my hand to your cheek and run my thumb over your jaw. My eyes are starting to adjust to the dark, but the low light of the candle isn’t nearly enough to see the details of your face… your body.

God, I want you. It’s almost overwhelming, this feeling of desire. Like a fog I can’t cut through.

I can’t see what you’re doing, but I can hear you working on undoing the buttons of your dress.

You put your hands on mine and guide them to your bare chest.

“Play with them.”

I knead your tits in my hand and push my hips into yours. My thumbs graze over your nipples and squeeze.

Your skin is cool from being stuck in the rain-soaked clothes, but your breath is hot against my neck. I slip the dress down your shoulders and it falls down to your feet.

I squeeze your hips and guide you backward a few steps, right up against the solid cement wall I know is somewhere behind you. I wish I could see your eyes right now.

There’s this… feeling growing somewhere deep in my center. Like we’re too far gone for me to slow down. All I can do is dive in head first.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in me.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“There’s a pretty simple solution for that, you know.”

“Mm, let’s leave it a mystery a little while longer. There’s a chair—to your left. Sit.”

I drop down onto my knees when you find the seat and part your legs. I kiss up your shins… around the inside of your thighs…

You lift your hips for me as I pull down on the waistband of your underwear.

It takes me a moment, but I find your pussy with my mouth… and push my tongue inside you.

I stroke your clit back and forth… dragging my tongue over it… slow… drawing pleasure out of you…

“You like that?”

“Yeah… that’s really good…”

You open your legs wider as I slide my tongue through you. I suck your clit gently into my mouth.

“You taste incredible.”

“It feels—so good—when you moan into me…”

“Like this?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes… yes, exactly like that…”

I’m teasing you with your tongue… going slow, drawing it out… I’m going to take my time, enjoy and savor every moment of this.

Your hands curl into my hair, keeping my mouth clamped between your legs.

Your hips rock into my mouth each time my tongue presses against your clit, trying to take in more of me.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck… oh my god. Oh my god, I want you inside me. Please.”

I sit up and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. My chin and beard are so wet…

I slide one finger through your pussy…

It’s warm… slick with your wetness.

“Oh, god, that feels so good…”

“Right there?”

“Yeah.”

“You want more…”

“How many times do you want me to say it?”

“Mm, I just like the sound of you begging for it.”

“More… please…”

I push inside you, still just one finger… because… I want to see how worked up you’ll get. How desperate you’ll become if I keep withholding.

I add a second finger and run them through your pussy. Up and down… spreading your wetness… playing with your clit… working it in faster and faster circles…

I slide them both up against your entrance… and push in.

I curl my fingers inside you, pushing them deep… so deep I can’t go any further. You lift your legs and wrap them around my waist.

Each time I thrust in, you push your hips up against me. Like you need me as deeply as I can possibly get.

“You’re so fucking good at this…”

Your walls clench around me… I can almost feel how much you’re craving this. You’re trying to keep it together… but I want to make that difficult for you.

“Please… please fuck me…”

Your hands curl around my belt and pull on the buckle. It feels so good… the heat building in my lower body. The need emanating from you.

I tug my pants down as quickly as I can. You pull down the waistband of my boxers and my cock springs out and into your hand.

It’s thick and hard already… and throbs as soon as you touch it.

“Come here… come here…”

You stroke my cock a few times, curling your hand around the shaft and dragging your thumb over the head.

“I’ve got a condom… hold on…”

“Let me put it on you?”

I hand it to you in the dark.

And then you… roll it down my shaft.

“Lean back.”

I hold one of your legs around my waist, and you brace the other on the arm of the chair.

I slowly push myself inside you… a little at a time…

I stay still inside you for a few moments. Your nails dig into my forearm as your pussy tenses and relax around my shaft. The feeling of you squeezing around my cock… Jesus, that feels good.

“Oh, fuck. There you go…”

I pull almost entirely out of you… then slide in again, deeper… deeper… until my cock has completely disappeared inside of you.

I pump in and out of you… going faster each time. My hips slapping against the back of your thighs…

“You like that?”

“Yeah… yeah, go harder…”

I lean forward and hold onto the arm of the chair so I can go faster.

I pump harder… slamming my hips into you. A rush of heat bursts through me every time I thrust…

“Fuck! Oh my god—”

You rock against me, moving your hips with mine as much as you can in this position.

“God, your cock is so fucking big.”

“Yeah? It feels good?”

“Yeah—yeah, it’s—oh my god it’s good. Just—hold on. I want to turn over.”

You turn away from me and kneel on the chair. Your ass pushes up against my hips and even though it’s dark, I can imagine you looking over your shoulder at me. I can’t wait to hear you cum.

“Yeah…”

I palm your ass and squeeze.

“Wait, wait. Slap it. Slap me.”

“Oh, fuck. I like it. Again?”

I guide the tip of my cock into you again. From behind it feels tighter… I can actually feel your pussy squeezing me as I slide in.

“Can I go harder?”

“Yes, please…”

You grip the arms of the chair and I hold onto your sides. I draw you back onto my cock and push myself forward at the same time.

“There you go… you can take it, huh?”

“Oh my god, yeah. Give it—”

My body is buzzing. I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer.

I slam my hips harder… and harder into you…

I feel like I’m toppling over the edge.

“Can you, um… get my dress for me? I still can’t see for shit.”

“Yeah… let me… get the candle. ”

The faint light of the candle illuminates your face as I hand you your dress. Damn. I wish I could’ve seen your eyes while I fucked you.

“Well…”

“Sounds like it’s still going pretty hard out there.”

“Hm. Too bad. Guess I’ll just have to stay, then.”

“Guess so.”