Revved Up

Rocking chair creaking, nature sounds like birds chirping in the distance, grass softly blowing in the wind.

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of a place like this.

A quaint little farmhouse nestled between rolling hills, a wrap around porch, colorful wildflowers and tall grass that dances with the cool breeze.

A place so serene and peaceful that it feels like it leapt right off the pages of one of my novels,

A place that’s ours.

I still remember the first time he brought me here.

It was a hot, sticky July day, the humidity in the air almost choking me.

The second he opened that car door for me, he had this big goofy grin on his face that still makes me weak when I think about it.

I didn’t even think he was listening when I told him about my dream to own a little homestead once after one of our dates, but really, he was cataloguing it all in his mind, saving it for that very moment.

With my hand in his, he led me around the old, foreclosed property and detailed all the ways he wanted to fix it up for me.

New paint and shutters,

a swing for the porch,

sturdier fencing around the stable so we could eventually have some animals in it.

In the three years we’ve lived here, he’s done all of that and more.

He turned this dilapidated, rundown lot into a dream and I’ll never get enough of it.

Where is he anyway?

Probably out back, working on his precious car again.

If he’s not working or with me, it’s a safe bet he’s out there fiddling with it.

He’s practically rebuilt the entire thing from the ground up, and not for the first time. I can’t imagine what’s got him so occupied this afternoon.

A vintage 1967 Chevy Impala.

He actually calls it his baby.

I can’t help but laugh as I think about the first time he told me.

“... of course I named my car. She’s my best girl. After you of course.”

My man sure has a way with words….

Thump as VO1 sets her book down on the table and heads down the stairs

Gravel turns underneath my feet as I make the walk from the house down toward the old barn.

I’m willing to bet he’s got the Impala parked back behind it, in this heat, he needs something to cool him off.

Footsteps on gravel as she walks down the small road

Just inside the barn, there’s a fridge stocked with his favorite beer.

I grab a bottle, twisting the top off of the cool glass and heading around back.

Just like I thought, the immaculate black hood is popped and he’s got his head buried somewhere in the engine.

He curses something under his breath and then I hear something clattering.

“There you are.”

He perks up at the sound of my voice, stepping back from the car.

“Thought you could use a little refreshment.”

I slide one arm around his waist, nestling my body against his as I offer him the beer, which he happily takes.

“How do you always know exactly what I need, baby?”

I sigh, taking a long deep breath in as I rest my head against his thick, broad chest..

He smells like sweat and oil, but somehow that’s comforting.

He smells like hard work.

Like dedication.

Like home.

“What are you working on today?”

“The cylinder head gaskets. Both of them need to be replaced. They’re leaking all over the place. Gotta find a

Gasket scraper, and check the manual to make sure this replacement part is the right size before I remove all the adhesive. But first, let me take this off…”

I miss most of what he says next because I’m distracted as he pulls off the old checkered flannel he was wearing.

In just his black t-shirt, his thick, muscular arms are on full display and it takes my breath away. They’re tanned from hours working under the sun, and smeared with grease and dirt.

He flexes his forearms as he yanks the wrench back and lets out a grunt that makes my stomach flutter.

He’s so gorgeous I can barely take it.

His brow furrows as he concentrates, narrowing his sharp green eyes down at the engine.

Sweat beads at his forehead and he wipes it away with the back of his hand.

There’s nothing quite like watching this man work to get me all hot and bothered.

My throat gets dry… I came down here to check on him, but now that I’m here, I’ve got other things in mind.

“Babe, can you hand me the wrench?

It’s over there on the bench?”

I turn, scanning the many tools on his work bench for the one he needs.

A few years ago, I wouldn’t know a wrench from a pair of pliers, but I’ve spent so many nights underneath the lights with him, learning the names of the tools and what each one does.

I spot the wrench right away, but I hesitate…

We’ve played this game before, and I know exactly what it’ll get me.

My fingers glide right over the wrench, and I grab the pliers.

“Here you go.”

Without even looking, he reaches for it but when he realizes what it is, he pauses.

His gaze lifts, and catches mine, and right away, I can tell he knows exactly what I’m doing.

A half grin pulls across his lips, but he doesn’t give it away entirely.

V02-M

“I asked for the wrench.

Did you not hear me?”

The energy around us shifts and he takes a slow, deliberate step forward.

V02-M

“Or are you just trying to get a reaction out of me?”

I don’t answer, twirling a lock of hair between my fingers.

He sees right through my innocent smile and stalks toward me.

With just a few strides, his powerful frame is just inches from me– so close that I breathe him in again, his scent making me dizzy.

He puts a finger to my chin, gently lifting up until I have no choice but to look in those sparkling green eyes.

V02-M

“Maybe you need a little refresher.”

In one quick movement, he grips my waist, spinning me around and nudging me forward so that I’m leaning over the front of the car.

The pointed hood forces my legs apart and I pinned against him and the cool metal.

And honestly, there’s no place I’d rather be.

Suddenly I’m hyperaware of every sensation around me.

The cool metal against my bare thighs…

the stiff breeze in the air…

his belt buckle pressing into my butt…

his breath matched perfectly with mine…

The gentle pull he gives my hair.

“There.

What’s that part of the engine called?”

“Oh, um…”

I don’t answer fast enough for his liking and he lands a sharp slap to my butt.

The thin fabric of my thin blue sundress does nothing to soften the sting.

“Mmm.”

I can’t restrain the moan that slips through my lips.

“A piston.”

“Good girl.

And this one?”

He points to the fuel injector, and I know it right away, but my core throbs, knowing what’s waiting on me if I get the answer wrong.

“A spark plug?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I might think you were doing this on purpose.”

Sometimes it’s annoying how well he knows me.

He lands another spank, and I flinch.

The sting is as sharp as it is sweet and my knees start to feel weak.

His lips graze the back of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“I’ll give you one more chance.

That one, right there.”

It’s like my mind goes numb for a second.

I know the parts of this engine backwards and forwards by this point, but nothing comes to me.

It’s a manifold, but is it an exhaust or an intake?

Intake or exhaust…?

“Tick tock…”

“An intake manifold…?”

He notices the crack in my voice and meets it with a little tug of my hair.

My stomach flips as the silence grows.

I wait in anticipation, knowing… hoping… that I got it right.

“Good… fucking… girl…”

He spins me around so I face him, his grip still tight on my hips.

He gives me a rough, possessive kiss, and he lets the hood of his car snap shut.

The sound makes me jump, but his strong arm slides around my waist.

He lifts me effortlessly, and sets me on top of the car.

His dirty hands leave grease smears on my tanned skin like his brand on my body.

My core fires up at the sight.

I love his prints on me.

I love knowing I’m his.

His strong hands land on my knees, slowly edging them apart.

There isn’t much in the way since I’m still dressed for the heat of the day with my thin sundress and skimpy thong. But the sun’s set now and I gasp as the cool breeze hits the already wet fabric of my panties.

“What the matter, baby?

Are you cold?”

“A little.”

I rest back on my elbows, propping myself up against the hood.

“How about I warm you up?”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he disappears between my legs and pulls my panties aside.

He trails kisses over the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, his hot breath warming me just like he promised… then, after a second, I feel the warm tip of his tongue against me and my body tenses.

He’s deliberate with every slow drag and teasing thrust of his tongue over my slick folds. He knows what I like and he takes his time reminding me with every suck and lick against my sensitive skin.

He’s slow and intentional as he works me up.

“Mmmm.”

My nails dig into his shoulders as he hungrily works between my legs.

His tongue is magic, swirling around my clit as I arch my back off the hood of his car.

I’m so lost in his touch that I can barely see straight.

I squeeze my eyes shut, losing myself to the sensation as he ramps up.

His tongue dips inside me..

“Mmmm, yes.”

He flicks against my entrance, swirling and and pressing his tongue into me again and again until my breathing shallows.

He has me so worked up I know I’m already teetering on the edge of climax, my body throbbing.

His green eyes glance up, holding my gaze as he licks his lips.

They already glisten with my juices and he dives back in for more,

holding my attention with a forceful stare.

My knees quiver as he licks me up and down,

His tongue is so smooth against my slick skin and I’m pawing at the smooth hood of the car, looking desperately for something to cling to. Before my hands find his hair.

“How does that feel, baby?

You like that?

Mmmm.”

“God, baby.

Ahhh, I…”

I can’t even form words as I drift closer and closer to release.

It’s almost pitiful how easily he gets me off, but after all this time together, he knows me inside and out.

Knows exactly where to touch.

Exactly where to kiss.

Exactly where I need to feel him to know he’s here and he’s never going anywhere.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Keep going baby. I’m not done with you yet. You can give me more. ”

Just as I'm at the edge, right where he wants me, he retreats.

His strong arm slides beneath me so he can pull me forward until my ass is resting at the edge of the hood, bare thighs spread around his hips as he carefully sets my feet on the chrome bumper of his car like I’m some sort of fuckable hood ornament.

His hands bracket my hips, shifting until I’m balanced more evenly and he’s situated perfectly between my legs while he stares down at me with wolfish hunger.

“You good there?”

It’s all I can do to nod, because as I watch him unbuckle his belt, I know what’s coming.

My whole body tingles and my mind runs wild as he steps closer, so close that there’s no space between us now and the only thing holding me up is him as he tugs his jeans down and his cock pops free.

The look on his face as he stares at me laid out over the hood of his car like this makes me pussy pulse with need.

We’ve messed around in the car plenty, but on it?

That’s entirely new territory.

“Y-you’re sure?

Here?”

growly, aroused

“I’m sure, baby.”

Our property is pretty isolated, but we’re not immune to visitors. He must see the thoughts in my eyes because he continues,

“Can I take you like this? Out in the open where anyone could see?”

Someone could come by at any second and see me sprawled across the hood of his car as he works me over.

The thought should scare me.

It should send me running.

Leading him back to the safety of the house.

But instead, it revs me up even more.

He lifts my dress, pooling the thin material around my waist, as his thick fingers drag my panties down my legs so he can discard them.

I don’t even see where he tosses them, but I don’t care.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this?

Thought about laying you over this hood and having my way with you?”

“And then today…

You gave me the perfect opportunity to remind you who you are.

Whose you are.”

His words send a hot thrill through me, pooling like needy heat between my legs, exactly where he’s teasing the head of his dick against my entrance as he watches before…

Penetration begins, slow with no thrusting until after kiss

“Mmmm, yes.”

He fills me up in one smooth thrust, and the sensation is overwhelming. But he holds in there, and I’m stretched full of him as he leans down to kiss me.

His thrusts start out gentle, but I can feel his need build as they grow stronger, more controlled with every little noise I make.

My back glides against the cool metal as I cling to him, taking everything he gives me and digging my nails into his back.

V02-M

“You look so good baby, the way you’re squeezing me like this. Look at us, baby. Look how I fill you.”

I shift just enough to watch as his cock slides in and out of me, and the sight of my bare skin and the car hood and his possessive dark gaze all make it feel even better.

V02-M

I can barely catch my breath as he slides in and out of me, each time going deeper than the thrust before. And when he reaches a hand between us, finding my slick, swollen clit as he slams into me…

“So wet for me, you like it like this don’t you? When I take what’s mine?”

“Oh godddd, yes.”

“That’s it,

That’s my girl.”

“Baby….”

“God, you’re so beautiful, baby.

So fucking gorgeous.”

I’m so close I can taste it, rocking my hips against his as I hold on with everything I have.

“Mmmmmm.”

“Ah, baby, I’m…

“That’s it baby, let me see you. Let it all go, cum for me.”

“Fuuuuuuck. you… I…”

He collapses on top of me leaning on the hood of the Impala as we both catch our breath

Soon, the intensity of the moment settles into peace.

“Babe, if that’s what happens when I don’t remember the name of your tools or car parts… I don’t think it’s going to have the desired effect.”

“Oh, I think it had exactly the desired effect.”

He leans over and kisses me again, this time with a tender gentleness.

He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me back toward the house bridal style, and I have a sneaking suspicion we’re not done.