CRAVE: FORBIDDEN DESIRES

THE MECHANIC'S TOUCH

The Mechanic’s Touch

His tongue flicked over my c**t again, and I almost screamed.

I grabbed the hood of the car tighter, nails scratching the metal. My thighs were shaking, and the rough edge of the engine was digging into my hips. My dress was bunched around my waist, and my heels kept wobbling with every lick.

How the hell did I even end up here?

Bent over my car. Inside a garage. Dress soaked. Legs trembling. With a stranger’s face buried between my thighs.

Oh. Right.

I’d just wanted to get to my cousin’s wedding.

Six hours earlier.

I was driving through the middle of nowhere. The AC was barely working. My GPS was useless and kept rerouting me.

I was already late—thanks to my hair, the damn dress, and life in general. And then the engine light started flashing.

“s**t,” I muttered, hitting the steering wheel.

The car sputtered. Then died.

Just like that. On the side of some dusty road.

I got out, popped the hood, and stared at the steaming mess like I had a clue what I was doing. Spoiler: I didn’t.

Stranded. In a tight dress. Four-inch heels. Not a soul around.

Until I heard a truck rumble up behind me.

I turned around.

And saw him.

Tall. Broad. Dirty sleeveless tee. Arms full of grease and tattoos. Jaw rough with stubble. A wrench hanging from his back pocket.

“You need help?” he asked.

“My car just died,” I said. “No idea what’s wrong.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just came closer, lifted the hood up farther, leaning in close.

He worked without talking, only glancing at me once.

“You headed somewhere?”

“A wedding,” I said. “I’m already super late.”

His eyes dropped to my heels. Then slowly back up to my thighs.

He smirked.

“You’re not getting there in this piece of shit.”

“I just need a ride to the nearest shop—”

“I am the nearest shop,” he said. “And your radiator’s fucked.”

“Great,” I muttered. “Can you fix it?”

“I can patch it. But it'll take time.”

I checked my phone. Still no signal. Looked back at him.

And for some reason… my heart was racing.

He nodded toward the flatbed.

“Hop in. I’ll take you to the garage.”

Now I was in his garage. Bent over my car. Dress pushed up. Thighs soaked. And that stranger was between my legs like he was starving.

I gasped when he groaned into my p***y, licking slow, deep, messy.

“Oh my—f**k—” I moaned.

“How did this even—”

“Shut up,” he growled, standing up. His beard was wet, eyes dark and wild.

He shoved his coveralls down.

His c**k was thick. Hard. Already leaking.

“I saw you, baby. Dripping wet in that tight little dress. Looking at me like you needed something real.”

I moaned when he rubbed the head of his c**k along my slit.

“You wanted this.”

“Yes,” I gasped, “f**k, yes.”

And then he slammed into me.

Hard.

I screamed, hands gripping the hood as my whole body jolted.

“You ever get f****d like this in the city?”

“N-no—never—”

He let out a low laugh. “Didn’t think so. Bet none of them know how to make you cum.”

His hand slid under me. Fingers found my c**t. Rubbing fast, hard, just right.

I screamed again, legs giving out as heat exploded inside me. My whole body clenched, shaking hard around his c**k.

But he didn’t stop.

Kept f*****g me through it, chasing his own release.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Wreck this tight little pussy.”

I was still pulsing when he groaned and shoved in deep. And then I felt it—hot, thick, spilling inside me. So much I swore I could feel it dripping already.

He stayed inside me, leaning over my back, both of us sweating and shaking.

I blinked slowly, breath ragged.

“So,” I said, voice rough, “is this your usual customer service?”

He laughed into my neck.

“Only for pretty girls in heels and wedding dresses.”

I tried to look over my shoulder. “What’s your name?”

He pulled out slow—so damn slow—and slapped my ass.

“Travis.”

“Well, Travis…” I smiled, still bent over, “you think you can still drive me to that wedding?”

He grinned, wicked and hot. “Well, a storm's about to start.”

“Your place?”

“Office upstairs.”

Before I could say another word, he threw me over his shoulder.

I yelped, laughing, pounding his back. “Hey!”

“Shut up,” he said again, climbing the stairs.

As soon as Travis dumped me on his old couch upstairs, I knew he wasn’t finished. And neither was I.

The second he dropped me, I pulled him down with me, kissing him hard. I was already soaking again, my thighs sticky with both of us.

He groaned when I bit his lip, then grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

"Still greedy, huh?" he asked, grinding his hips into mine. His c**k was already hard again.

He flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and shoved my face into the couch. I moaned, loving the roughness, the way he took charge like my body belonged to him.

"Don’t move," he said, voice dark.

I didn’t.

He spread my legs wide and shoved his fingers inside me. I gasped. His touch was rough, fast, f*****g me with his hand while his other hand gripped my ass.

"You’re still dripping. You like getting ruined?"

"Yes. Yes, please."

He pulled his fingers out and pushed his c**k in. Hard. No warning. I screamed into the cushions, back arching.

"That’s it," he growled, slamming into me, no mercy. "Take it."

He used me like I was nothing but a hole to fill. And I loved every second of it. His c**k hit deep, again and again, making me forget my name. My dress was bunched around my waist, my heels still on. Every thrust pushed me forward, but he yanked me back.

He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, f****d me harder.

I was drooling. Moaning. Eyes rolling back.

He pulled out suddenly. I whimpered, desperate, but then he flipped me again. My legs fell open, and he lined up fast.

"You wanna watch me f**k you this time?"

I nodded, breathless.

He shoved in, and we both groaned.

He was deeper this way. I could see his face, see the sweat on his chest, feel the muscles under his arms. He f****d like a man who didn’t care about being gentle.

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer. He slammed into me harder, faster, until the couch creaked under us.

"Rub your c**t," he ordered.

My hand shot down fast. I was already so close. So f*****g close.

"Look at me when you c*m," he said.

I did. I looked right into his eyes as I came, screaming, thighs shaking, p***y clenching around him.

He grunted and didn’t stop, kept f*****g through it like a beast.

"Again," he said. "I want one more."

I moaned, overstimulated but hungry. I rubbed faster, hips jerking with every thrust.

He reached down, grabbed my throat, not choking—just there. Just enough to make me moan louder.

"So f*****g pretty," he muttered.

My second orgasm hit harder. I screamed again, back arching off the couch.

"F-f**k!"

Travis flipped us so I was on top.

How did I even pick up my phone?

IHis mouth latches on my breast. My fingers trembled as I hit “answer,” barely able to hold the phone up to my ear.

“Mia?” It was my sister, Bree. “You okay? That storm’s getting crazy. I can barely see outside.”

“I’m—” My voice caught as Travis shifted underneath me, grinding his hips up slowly, deliberately. I clapped a hand over the speaker. “Jesus,” I hissed down at him.

His dark eyes met mine. Smirking.

“Mia?” Bree’s voice came again. “You there? Don't worry about the wedding, stay safe.”

“I’m here,” I said quickly, trying to keep my voice normal. Travis’s hand came up to my breast, thumb flicking over the n****e just as he thrust up hard.

I let out a squeak.

“You okay?” Bree asked.

“Y-yeah,” I gasped, gripping Travis’s shoulder. “Totally fine. Just… the wind startled me.”

Travis bit the underside of my breast, eyes locked on mine as he moved again.

“Well, I just wanted to check on you, did you see where to stay ?” Bree said.

My brain scrambled. “Yeah. Just waiting out the storm.”

Bree kept talking, but I barely heard her. Travis gripped my hips tighter and slammed up harder, his c**k hitting so deep I nearly dropped the phone.

He leaned up suddenly, mouth catching mine in a filthy, possessive kiss before moving to my ear.

“Hang up,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you c*m while your sister listens.”

I whimpered.

“I-I’ll call you back,” I said quickly and hit end before Bree could say another word.

Travis sat up and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me down tighter onto his c**k. I felt him throb inside me. Still hard. Still greedy.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” he muttered, lips brushing my neck.

And then he moved. Thrusting up from beneath me so hard the couch nearly slid.

He gripped my ass in both hands, spreading me wider, f*****g me from below.

“You’re so full of me,” he murmured, voice low and wicked. “So f*****g wet. I could do this all night.”

He reached between us again, fingers brushing my c**t as he thrust up.

I screamed.

“I want you to c*m again,” he said. “All over my cock.”

“f**k—Travis—”

He didn’t stop. Not until my body broke again, tighter this time, harder. My thighs locked around him. My back arched. I screamed into his neck as I came, everything clenching, soaking him. He held me down through it, groaning, twitching inside me like he was seconds from following.

When it passed, I was limp. Boneless. Barely breathing.

But Travis?

I barely had time to catch my breath before Travis flipped us again. One moment I was on top, his mouth teasing my breast while I tried to hold a conversation with my sister—now I was flat on my back, phone discarded, and his hands on my thighs.

“f**k,” I moaned, nails scraping down his back.

He started moving again.

“Right there,” he said. “Feel that?”

I could. Every thrust rubbed against that spot inside me, and my body went tight.

“Travis—oh my God.”

“Say my name again.”

“Travis,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

“You gonna c*m for me again?” he asked. “You gonna soak my c**k like a good girl?”

“Yes. Please. I need—” I broke off with a scream when he moved faster. The couch creaked beneath us.

All I cared about was how deep he was. How full I felt.

My head fell back, eyes fluttering shut, mouth open in a moan I couldn’t hold back.

“Look at me,” he ordered. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart.”

I forced my eyes open—and there he was.

Then he reached between us, rubbed my c**t with his thumb, and I shattered again. I had lost count at this point.

“f**k,” Travis groaned, slamming into me once more before he finally came. I felt him spill inside me, deep and hot, filling me up with a groan so deep it shook through my chest. His hips jerked a few more times before he collapsed over me, panting against my back.

We stayed like that for a long moment—our bodies tangled, the storm still raging outside.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I mumbled into the cushion.

He chuckled, low and satisfied. “That’s the point.”