Page 36 of Driven by Desire

Riley shrugged again. “If there’s one thing that woman can do, it’s make things look good from the outside.”

“No shit,” Roman agreed.

Riley reached deeper into the darkness of Soloman’s engine. The back of his shirt slid right up her ass, revealing her smooth, plump pussy lips to him. All the blood rushed from his head to his already engorged cock. Lucky for his friend’s life, Roman’s focus was entirely on his phone. He was probably already checking in with their information guy and getting everything he could on Katie’s ex. Soloman was done watching from the shadows.

Stepping into the garage, he walked toward the pair. Roman’s eyes snapped up and then slid sideways, guiltily taking in Riley’s lack of proper apparel. Soloman raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. They both knew Roman should’ve sent her back into the house the moment she showed her gorgeous half-naked self out of doors. Instead, Roman had chosen to pump her for information on his favourite obsession.

Roman straightened as if expecting Soloman to land a punch somewhere. It spoke to the depth of their friendship that Roman didn’t raise him arms to defend himself. He just stood there waiting for a fist to the jaw, his eyes hard, but expectant. With a grunt, Soloman reached into the car, snatched the plate from the battery block and handed it to Roman who took it wordlessly and headed into the house.

Oblivious to Soloman’s presence, Riley continued to work on the engine, her small hands flashing in and out of the greasy interior. Smudges marred the previously pristine whiteness of his shirt and showed dark against the light skin of her arms. He never knew oil stains could look so sexy before.

“You know,” she murmured thoughtfully, “I bet I could convince her to meet you. I mean we’d have to be sneaky about it, but I could ask her to meet me somewhere first, then…”

“You’re not going anywhere, gorgeous, but straight back to my bed,” Soloman said from behind her.

Riley gasped and whipped her head around, the tip of her ponytail trailing over her shoulder. She blushed at the smouldering look he gave her. Her eyes quickly flickered down his bared chest, interest flaring bright in their velvet depths. She tried to climb down off the bumper, but he wrapped a strong, tattooed arm around her waist before she could extract herself.

He lifted her by the waist and held her away from the car while he slammed the hood down. Then he lifted her up onto the hood of the car on her knees facing away from him. She glanced uncertainly over her shoulder. He gave her a wicked grin, reached around, took hold of his dress shirt and tore it from her body. She gasped loudly as buttons flew in every direction, some of them pinging off the hood of the beautiful car.

She was left to crouch naked over the hood of his black BMW. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her forward until her palms hit the hood as well, spreading out against the sleek metal to catch herself.

“What if we… dent or… or scratch…” she panted as his intention became clear, her breaths coming out in short gasps. She moaned and began to wiggle backwards with the intention of sliding off the car.

He brought his hand down hard on her ass, making her jump and leaving a gorgeous red imprint on the pale skin. She moaned and stopped trying to get off the car. “Fuck the car,” he growled, leaning forward to nip at her ear. “I know a great mechanic. Maybe she can fix it.”

She laughed throatily and he swore he felt that laugh sizzle through his veins right down to his fucking dick. “I’m a mechanic, not a body shop. And besides, I wouldn’t fix this shit. Come on Soloman, you gotta have better taste than this?”

He slapped her ass again in punishment, causing her to squeal and then moan as heat from the slap quaked through her limbs. “Fine,” he growled, in response, “then let’s fuck this shit up and buy something you like.”

“Ooooh, I like the sound of that, Mr. Moneybags,” she moaned, looking back at him, begging him over her shoulder with her beautiful, chocolate eyes. "What if someone comes in?"

"Don't fucking care," he growled, running his fingers down the crease of her ass and sliding one into her tight passage, massaging her from the inside. "You wear sexy shit like that in my garage you're going to get fucked, Riley. Now reach out as far as you can and let me see that sexy angel tattoo or I won't let you come all over my hand before we go for a ride."

She moaned and instantly did as he commanded, reaching up the car and stretching her body across the metal hood of the car as he fucked her with his finger. She rocked back into the rough plunge of his finger through her silken passage. When he added another, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She flexed her shoulders, tilted her head back and bore down on his fingers as the need to come started rippling through her vaginal passage. He wrapped his fingers around her neck and flexed as he forced her further down until her forehead touched the metal of the car next to her hands.

"Stay," he commanded, taking his hand away.

She whimpered and tensed but did as he told her. He was dominant and sometimes brutal, but so far he had done nothing but brought her body to life. She would trust him to give her more of the same. Just for a little while. He wrapped his long fingers around her legs just above her knees and forced her thighs wider. She could feel the slick lips of her sex open for him from behind. She moaned from both embarrassment and need.

"So fucking gorgeous," he growled, running one large hand over her ass and then cupping her pussy from behind. "All mine, Riley. No one else will ever touch this again."

Embarrassment fled as his words washed over her. She knew she should be horrified by his meaning, but in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care about his possessive tone. She wanted the orgasm that was rippling through her belly and up her spine toward the angel tattoo with her arms reaching heavenward.

"Please, Solomon!" she gasped, rocking her hips back into his cupped hand.

"That's my good girl," he growled, shoving his fingers back into her dripping hole and massaging her g-spot until she was shrieking with pleasure, filling the garage with her sweet sounds.

He leaned down into her and began eating her out from behind, taking long swipes of his tongue through the folds of her labia. He circled and played with her clit, drawing it from its hood and coaxing it into a hard nub of sensation. She was so slippery the sounds of sucking and wetness filled the garage making him wild for her. He kissed his way up her thigh toward her perfect little ass and began licking around the puckered hole. She froze and tried to lift her head.

He shoved her back down with a feral growl, banging her head against the metal. "Don't fucking move."

She whimpered and bucked her hips involuntarily as his tongue swiped up and down the seam of her ass, playing with the tiny, forbidden rosette. He would leave no part of her untouched. He didn't care if it was too soon. The quicker she learned who she belonged to the better. He planned on fucking every part of her, often and without reservation. She needed to get used to the idea.

Her hands reached up the car as though to escape, but he anchored her to him with the relentless, driving pleasure. Fluid slipped from her delicious cunt to trickle down her thigh and onto the hood of the car.

“I-I'm coming!" she wailed, bucking against him.

He twisted his fingers inside her and used his other hand to strum against her clit. She arched herlower back down toward the car while thrusting the angel tattoo upward. Her lips parted in a scream as she came all over his hands and face. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the hood of the car, her bellylanding on the fluid that had flowed freely from her.

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