From Prey to Precious

First Touch

Rachel’s POV:

I have never had a problem being aggressive in the bedroom (or in the office as the case may be).  But I’ve never, ever, engaged in any type of relationship with someone who was my boss. It was a strict personal policy of mine.  Being one of the few women who have chosen the work of a mechanic, rumors begin flying about me the second I set foot into any shop. About how I can’t possibly be good at my job and I must be just sleeping around to get a higher position and more money. It’s because of those reason that I’ve always adhered to my policy.

That is, until now.

The fact is, that I don’t care. I know that I’m not doing this for any other reason than I want to. I know the rumors were already starting to fly about me around the shop. People saying that I was sleeping with the senior mechanics, trying to weasel my way into Wayne’s pants and my ultimate goal being getting into Mr. Calloway’s. It’s bothersome because it colors my interactions with certain people in the shop, but it’s a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things.

Now, I simply must determine whether or not the rumors are going to hold a grain of truth. Is this going to be a one-time occurrence? Or is this possibly the start of something more? But these are questions for another time. Right now, the only thing I am concerned about, is how much more I am about to enjoy myself before the night is through.

I look up at Brian through my lowered lashes as I bite my lip and contemplate my plan of attack. I know where I want him to end up. But the best way to get him there? That’s the question. He managed to play my body like a fiddle, winding me tighter and tighter until I felt like I was going to snap. I plan on returning the favor.

The problem is that normally, I have some experience with my partner to know how best to get him there. In this case, I’m flying blind. But that, in and of itself brings an added element of excitement. So, I’ll just use what little I know of what he likes and go from there.

As I have him naked before me, I gently run my fingers over the outside of his legs until I reach his hips. Once I reach his hips, I grip them tightly, letting my nails slightly bite into his skin. Not enough to draw blood, merely enough to leave small crescent moons on his cool skin. I heard his sharp intake of breath as my nails bit into his flesh and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him struggle to keep his hands at his sides. I inched a little closer to the edge of the chaise and gently rested my forehead on his impressive abs as I breathed hot air over him and watched his equally impressive telephone pole twitch in response. I bit my lip again before I rolled my head and planted feather light kisses over his abs and gently ran my nails from his hips down the front of his thighs.

Unfortunately, I don’t have his patience for teasing touches at the moment and I gently run my fingers up the front of his thighs, angling their path towards his base. As I gently grasp a hold of him, I bite his skin just above his groin with enough force to elicit another sharp intake of breath before he growls deep in his chest. I worried for an instant that I might have bitten him too hard, but my worry was quickly alleviated as he tangled his fingers in my hair. I released his flesh and then ran my tongue over the bite, just as he had done to me. I let the tip of my tongue trail slowly up from his base, through his curls and over the bite again and I was rewarded with feeling him shiver.

I smiled, quite proud of myself, as I began working him with my hands. The feel of his smooth skin against my hands was enough to make my mouth water in anticipation. As I felt him jerk in my grasp, I could feel wetness pooling at my core once again.  I began to involuntarily roll my hips, looking for some friction as I imagined the feel of Brian’s fingers pressed up against me. I closed my eyes as I continued to move as I licked my lips and angled him towards my mouth. I swooped my tongue over his velvety head, gently sucking before taking more of him into my throat.

I worked about half of his length down my throat when suddenly his grip tightened on my hair and rather than holding my head and pushing it forward, he pulled it back and ripped me from him. As he held my hair in his iron grip, he crashed his lips against mine. He held my head on place as he twirled his tongue around mine, reminding me of what he had been doing to my lower lips only moments before. I could feel my lower muscles clench with wanting as I continued to run my hands over him.

As I continued to stroke him, I could feel him growl deep in his throat and his grip tightened on my hair slightly, just on the verge of being too painful. A small sound of pain crawled up my throat as I winced at the pulling on my hair. For a moment I was worried that he would pull harder on my hair, but instead he loosened his grip broke our kiss.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” he asked with a husky voice, full of need.

I nod my head, not knowing if I could form words right now and completely forgetting that he can’t see me in the dark. “Yes… Yes I’m alright,” I practically panted.

I could almost feel him smiling at my response and could practically see the hungry look in his eyes as he gave a small sigh. “Good,” he said before resuming our kiss with all the fervor he had before.

He released his grip on my hair as he circled one of his arms around me and with, seemingly no effort at all, picked me up to move me father up on the chaise and lean me back. Unfortunately, during the position shift, I couldn’t maintain my grip on him without hurting him. So, with great regret I had to let go of my prize and wrap my arms around the back of his neck so that I didn’t lose the contact with his lips as well. We continued to kiss as he gently shifted my position so that I was laying back against the head rest and he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel him pressed against the inside of my upper thigh and I rotated my hips, trying to guide him into my aching opening. I could feel the tip of him gently rubbing against my opening, teasing both himself and me.

I whimpered as I gently nipped at his lower lip and attempted to snake my arm between our bodies so that I could finally get him where I truly wanted him. Only to find the way blocked by his body pressed flush with mine. When my efforts were thwarted, I tried a different tactic and instead and do my best to press down on his lower back as I arch my hips up to meet him. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to have enough strength and he remains unmoving above me.

I growl in frustration as I wrap my legs around his hips, trying my damnedest to get him to sheath himself inside of me. But I can’t get the angle right and he keeps just rubbing up against me. It’s maddening. So, I do the only thing that I have any hope of working.

I pull my lips away from his as I tangle my fingers in his hair and arch my back so that my chest is pressed against his. I position my mouth just beside his ear and I whisper, “Please…. Please Brian…Please.”

I can feel him stiffed as I nip at his earlobe and continue to beg with both my words and my body. I’m expecting him to grip me tightly and plunge into me, but instead he keeps himself as still as a statue. I release my hold on his ear and I run the tip of my tongue up his neck before placing a gentle kiss just below his ear. Still he doesn’t move. I only have one more thing I can think to do, to possibly get some kind of a reaction out of him.

I growl deep in my throat and I bite down hard where his shoulder meets his neck.

That seems to snap him out of it. I feel his whole-body tremble as he grips me tightly and with the most feral sound I have ever heard, he bites me in the same place that I’ve bitten him. I feel his teeth press against my skin and I could almost swear that I felt my skin give way as he arches his back and pierces me straight to my core.

I reflexively let go of his neck as I can’t hold back my cries of pleasure as he continues to plunge into my soft flesh, causing wave after wave of indescribable pleasure. I find myself moving solely by instinct now, not that he’s permitting me to move much at all. But all I can think of as I chase my release is how no other partner has ever made me feel this way. No other partner has been able to make me orgasm so many times. Or how no other partner has managed to know exactly what I wanted, exactly how I wanted to be touched, without even saying a word. Partners that I had been with for years never learned my body so well.

But I only had a moment to wonder about all of this. As he continued to pound his flesh into mine, I began to feel my muscles contract, my walls flutter and my breath became more labored. Even though I knew that it was coming, it still felt like a lightning strike coming out of a clear blue sky. I gave a strangled scream into the darkness as I once again found my release. For a few blessed moments I felt like I was flying as I rode out my orgasm, my body dancing against his as he continued to pierce my flesh again and again. Until finally, my body just couldn’t take anymore, and I was lost.