Page 2 of Grease Monkey

I let out a little moan as I pictured the two of us together, our chemistry off the charts as he drove us back to his shop. Maybe he’d get me off and then I’d unzip his pants and return the favor. I’d always wondered what it felt like to suck a cock. I’d read a few romance novels in my day, and the heroines always seemed to enjoy it. I bit my lip, suddenly wanting to taste Lance more than I’d ever wanted anything. A more confident woman, a more worldly woman, would know how to seduce him.

After he had my car on the back of his truck and he slid back behind the wheel, I hugged the door, afraid I’d maul him if given the opportunity. The last thing he probably needed was some virgin socialite attacking him while he was driving. The man could probably have any woman he wanted, so why the hell he would want me?

“I don’t bite,” he said, eyeing me across the cab of the truck.

“I know.”

He looked amused, his lips tipping up. “So you’re hugging the door because…”

I looked down at my white-knuckled grip on the handle and let go. I tried to relax back into the seat, but the uncomfortable ache between my legs continued to grow. My panties were soaked, and I wondered if my dress was getting wet too. Was I going to leave a wet spot on the seat of his truck? My cheeks flamed as my nipples hardened at the thought, poking through the top of my dress.

I couldn’t see his eyes behind the mirrored glasses, but something told me he’d noticed my body’s reaction. I couldn’t help but drop my gaze to his crotch, and a gasp slipped past my lips at the rather large bulge behind his zipper. My heart raced, and I quivered, wanting him more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“You keep looking at me like that, princess, and we’re going to be delayed getting to the shop.”

“Like what?” I asked breathlessly.

“Like you want to eat me up. Or maybe you want me to eat you?” He smirked a little. “Is that it, princess? You picturing my mouth between those creamy thighs of yours?”

“Oh, God.” I moaned and squeezed my legs tighter together.

“I run a full service station, sweetheart. I’d be happy to take the edge off.”

He couldn’t mean…”What?”

“Why don’t you slide that pretty little ass over here?”

My heart thumped wildly as I scooted to the middle of the bench seat until my thigh was pressed against his. What I was doing was completely insane, and yet felt completely right. I didn’t let strange men touch me. Hell, I’d never even had a boyfriend before, and here I was, ready to strip naked and let this guy ride me hard. He pulled off his glasses and gave me a heated look so full of promises that I nearly climbed him like a tree. Humping him while he drove probably wasn’t the best of ideas, though, even if my body was all for it.

“Lift up your dress, princess.”

The words were playful, but the tone brooked no argument. The thought of Mr. Sexy telling me what to do warmed me even more. I wiggled my ass and pulled at the skirt until my panties were exposed. The white satin was dripping wet, and I wasn’t sure if he’d like it or be horrified. My experience with men was… well; I didn’t have it. I’d never even been kissed before, and here I was exposing myself to some stranger. I felt completely wild and out of control. I’d never felt better, more real. This was who I was, a wild woman about to have an orgasm in the front seat of a truck in the middle of the day. The thought of anyone watching just turned me on even more.

His fingers skimmed the inside of my thigh as he nudged my legs apart. As they traced over my panties, he groaned, the sound primitive and hungry.

“Fuck, princess. Is all that for me?”

I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.

“Take the panties off. I want to see what I’m playing with. You want that, don’t you, princess? My fingers in your pussy? You want me to make you come?”

“Yes.” Oh, God yes!

My cheeks burned as I shimmied out of the panties. I didn’t know what to do with them, and Lance took them from me, holding them up to his nose before shoving them in his pocket. I was soaking the seat of his truck, but he didn’t seem to care, and I had to wonder just how many times he’d done this. Jealousy spiked inside of me as I thought of him fucking a woman in this truck, making her climax on his fingers. I wanted to be special, but I was too hungry to be picky right now.

His fingers traced my waxed lips, and he shifted in his seat. The bulge in his jeans seemed to have grown even more. He spread my pussy open and licked his lips as he looked at me.

“So pretty and pink. You ever done something like this before, princess? Does it get you off to play around with dirty guys like me?”

“I’ve never…” My face burned. “I’ve never done anything before.”

The intensity of his gaze burned me. “This is a virgin pussy?”

I nodded.

His finger stroked my clit, and I gave a little cry as my hips bucked toward his hand.

“This is mine, princess. You understand? I’m going to take care of you, take the edge off, but the first cock that’s going in this tight little pussy is going to be mine.”

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