Hard Ride

Hard Ride

By

Trixie Pierce

Hard Ride

Copyright ©
2014 Trixie Pierce

Published by
Trixie Pierce

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Chapter One

Katie looked over the shining line of classic muscle cars, the aggressive looks and bright colors making her shiver. Shaking it off, she zipped up the jumpsuit, unlocked the door to the shop and inhaled deeply. The smell of metal and oil, gas and cleaner, creating a smile.

The current vehicle on her list of repairs was a cherry 1967 Mustang. It was racing blue, and needed a new engine, due to arrive today.

“Early as always,” the deep voice of Houston echoed in the quiet.

She glanced his way, eyes flicking over the long, muscular frame. Two years younger at twenty eight, Houston was prime eye candy. She glanced away, “Since I’m the boss, wouldn’t do for me to be late.” She grinned at his chuckle. “What in the hell are you doing here at six in the morning?” She bent over to grab a shop towel, and prepare to pull all the necessary tools next to the car. The new paint job gleamed in the low light, and she needed to get the car ready for the new engine. Including protecting the sweet paint job.

“If I remember right, the engines are always delivered around eight, and I had to be here to help put this baby back together. The new tranny arrived yesterday, and today I want to hear this puppy rumble.”

She jumped at the sound of his voice only a few feet away. The man had a way of walking around in complete silence. Turning her head, she smiled, “Always willing to let you help slip in a new one.”

She blushed, realizing the double entrendre.
Well, damn
.

Mike pushed through the door, breaking the tension that always seemed to build when Houston stood too close.
Mike stomped over the concrete, throwing up a hand in greeting while chugging from his ever present travel mug of sludge. He went into the office on the north side, grunting as he pushed against the office door, and disappearing with a slam.

She didn’t stop the grin. Michael Collins was the shop’s accountant, shy, quiet, and unassuming. Of average height, with blond hair and light blue eyes, he was sweet and she couldn’t help treating him like the little brother she never had. He’d been worth taking the risk a couple of years ago.

Heat seared her back, and she straightened, feeling Houston breathe out and ruffle her hair. She didn’t dare move. Goosebumps rose, and she looked at the open space where an engine was supposed to be.

“Tell me, Kat
ie, when can I ask you out?” His voice was low, sending shivers down her spine. His voice was pure honey, and it poured over her skin.

She’d have to change her panties again if he kept it up.

“Ask me out for what? Cousin have a wedding?” she quipped, bending over and testing the engine mounts.
Wish he’d do the same to me
, the thought was followed by a brief image. Her mind provided the sounds and feeling. Her body reacted. Biting her bottom lip, she grabbed the new engine mounts and tugged. At least they were secure.

A large hand pushed on the small of her back, holding her in place. His other hand lay flat on the car next to her hip, and he leaned over. She had the brief sensation of how much he liked her in that position. Close to her ear, and his hot breath on her neck, he whispered, “I would never allow an audience.”
His hands moved and she heard whisper quiet boots walk across the concrete floor.

A shuddering breath left her lips, and she briefly wondered if he’d do that anytime she needed a little release during the day.

Chapter Two

Houston’s raging hard on hurt. Katie’s long brunette hair was in its usual ponytail, perfect for grabbing, and keeping her under control. At work, she had the power, and he was good with it. She was a damn good boss, who loved cars as much as he did. As a mechanic, she was above compare. But she was also damned good looking, though she didn’t know it.

Adjusting his rampaging cock
in the now tight jeans, and forced his way into the bathroom. Unlike most places, Katie kept them scrupulously clean. He unzipped the jumpsuit, unbuttoned the jeans, and let his cock spring free. Starting with gentle strokes, he let the pressure build, thinking of her bent over, doing a last minute check of the engine mounts. Her heart shaped arse in the air, perfect to either kneel and lick her until she screamed, or slam in as deep as possible until they both did.

He came in
seconds at the mental picture, barely containing the moan of pleasure rocking his body.

His knees
wobbled, and he didn’t like the thought of falling down. Locking them, he leaned against the mounted sink. He’d been jerking off for two years, ever since being hired. Sometimes several times a day, when she was working on a car, bent over, or under a car not on the lift, her legs spread for balance as she worked on the problem. The fact that she totally oblivious made it worse.

Straightening his clothes, he cleaned up the mess and worked his way to the office. Mike sat behind the desk, going over accounts payable, grunting occasionally, and frowning at the screen.

“That engine going to be delivered on time?” Houston flopped into a chair, crossing his arms. The chairs weren’t meant for a man his size, and he hated them, but it was better than going back into the shop and watching Katie bend over as she prepped the car.

“Yeah, it’s coming. When is she going to get paid for the Mustang? And why hasn’t the Cuda sold yet?” Mike peeked around the screen.

“You’ll have to ask her, got no idea. I’m just the hired help,” he stood, knocking on the desk twice.

“Hold up, I have to leave in a few minutes, and we can talk to Katie.” Mike clicked several buttons, tapped his fingers on the desk, turned everything off and followed Houston.

“Katie, I have to leave for the day, sorry. But um, when will you sell the Cuda?” Mike worked his way to the Mustang.

She straightened, and Houston turned slightly.
His dick was getting hard again.

“Cuda goes to auction on Friday. Supposed to get a payment for work already done on the Mustang. Buyer coming in tomorrow for the Challenger, and the Merc goes on the block next week.” She used the shop rag to wipe off a bit of grease from the palm of her hand. She pushed stray hair from her oval face, leaving a light smudge.

Houston thought it was adorable. But better yet, Mike was leaving. Meaning he would have Katie all to himself.

The engine arrived a little after eight, and they attached the tranny, double checking all bolts, and using the engine wench to maneuver it into place.

Houston watched Katie pet the engine, her smile small, erotic. She made a small humming noise in the back of her throat, fingers lightly tracing the outline.

“Damn, Edelbrock sent a beauty, didn’t they?” she whispered.

Houston adjusted his stance.

“All that rumbling power, just ready for the right person to handle gently, and rock hard on the roads.” She raised her eyes to meet his, and he jerked at the brightness of the jade green.
“Ready for someone who knows how to handle her, when to go slow and easy through the turns, when to slam on the accelerator and let her run.”

His instincts kicked in, body going tense, muscles tight.
She turned, keeping her eyes on his, licking bright red lips, rolling her hips more than usual as she walked to get the rolling toolbox. He didn’t dare speak. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep from begging her to let him have his way.

Katie was the only woman he’d ever known that could make working on a car so hot he was about to cum in his pants.

Slow movements, small adjustments, checking and rechecking clearance, the two managed to get the engine and tranny into the car, bolted onto the engine mounts, and ready to complete a long list of tasks before starting.

Houston glanced at the clock, “Lunch. What do you want?” Keeping his lower half out of her sight, he walked to the back of the shop, hoping to call
for food.

“I have ideas, but since you’re talking about food, how about pizza? My treat,” she called.

He stopped in his tracks, turning slowly to see her bent in half, ass in the air, on her tiptoes to reach something on the side of the engine. She lifted her head, and damned if she didn’t wink.

Two years of endless flirting, and she’d decided today to be the siren
? His brain short circuited, going over the different ways to take her, wanting to hear her scream his name, feel her squeeze around his cock as she came. He stood still, undecided. He watched her move within the engine compartment, efficiently tightening bolts, running a few wires, her ass in the air, wiggling. The temptation grabbed him by the erection and didn’t want to let go. Then she spread her legs for balance, putting her in the perfect position.

Fuck this,
he thought, stalking back to the car, and standing behind her. He reached forward, grabbed her ponytail, wrapped it around one hand, and gently pulled. His other hand grabbed her hip, and held her still as he pushed into her, letting her feel what he wanted, and doing his best to make sure she understood. Bending over, putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, “This what you want for lunch?”

Chapter Three

Katie moaned when he pulled her hair. She’d tried pushing his buttons to get him to do something before they installed the Edelbrock, and almost thought she had him. When he asked for lunch, it was time to up the ante and get what he’d promised. Her body a throbbing mess for hours, and it was
past the time to add “benefits” to the friendship they shared. Two years of flirting, and she needed to get over the shyness, over the thought he was her employee. Meaning she had to be a little more aggressive and let him know she was interested.

Apparently
, bending over worked.

He moved his hips
in a small rocking motion, and she felt his full length. Pushing back, an orgasm bore down, making her shudder.

Houston pulled harder on her ponytail, “Not yet.
You’ll cum when I say you can.” His voice was deep, raspy, his breathing harsh. One hand slipped from her hip to her belly, lifting her off the metal, and pushing between her breasts. He grabbed the zipper of the jumpsuit, slowly pulling it down, rubbing against the cleft of her ass. Even with jeans and a jumpsuit, she felt every inch, and wiggled, need making her move.

He used his arm and pulled her upright, tight against him. Letting go of her ponytail, he jerked the band out and threw it. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of her skull, yanking her head back and to the side, forcing her to look at him. “You might be the boss of this shop, honey, but for now, I run the show. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” She wanted him to kiss her, take full control, and show her he could handle the ride.

He lowered
the zipper, and he pushed her forward with a turn. She stood facing Houston, dizzy with want, breathless at being dominated.
Yes, that is what I want.

He took off the top half of her jumpsuit, pushing it just below her hips.
His hand whipped behind her head, bringing her forward and he bent low. At six foot three, to her five foot six, he towered. A noise whipped his head around, and Katie was slow to respond. She turned to find Mike at the garage bay door, standing with his eyebrows close to sliding off the back of his head.

“If I’d known, I would have waited. Need something from the office.” Mike cleared his throat, jogged to the office, and left within a few moments.

Katie’s entire body burned, her head ready to explode. She backed away from Houston, grabbing the jumpsuit and trying to wiggle into it.

“No.” Houston’s hand shot out, stopping her. “We weren’t naked, and yeah, a bit compromising, but nothing to be ashamed of.” He pushed the jumpsuit down. “Don’t move. I’m going to lock and close it up. And we are finishing what we started. Even if it takes several tries.” He turned on a heel, and walked to the bay doors.

Katie stood, undecided. She wanted everything Houston offered,
needed
it. But worry over ethics, if she was taking advantage of an employee, started shutting down her libido. The second thoughts echoed in her mind.

A hand shoved into her hair, gripping hard and jerking back until she stared into Houston’s dark
blue eyes. His other hand wrapped lightly around her neck. “Stop the damn thinking. We’re off the clock.”

His lips took possession. Not soft and gentle, like she’d expected. But hard,
hot, tongue sweeping the seam of her lips until she opened to his demands.

The slide of his tongue against hers, the taste of coffee and cinnamon, caused her to become liquid. She leaned back, feeling his hard muscles and wondering what he looked like without all the fabric.
Attempting to turn around and get hands on him, his tightened slightly, preventing the movement.

Letting go of her neck,
he ran one hand lightly down her chest, cupping one breast, and lightly kneading it. She shuddered, moaning into his mouth.

His hand tightened in her hair, and leaned back. “Good.” Her nipple hardened until a tingling sensation engulfed both breasts. He pinched one, and she moaned, the orgasm close.

“We’re going to start with what I wanted to do this morning,” he whispered, and she felt pelvic muscles tense and relax. One more and she’d have the release she wanted.

Walking her to the car, a hand pushed her head, and she bent over. He undid her jeans, pushing
the jeans, jumpsuit and her aqua colored thong to her ankles.

“You have a great ass, Katie.” Both hands slapped against the sensitive skin, kneading the muscles. “But I wonder, are you as read
y to fuck as me?”

One finger slid lightly down the crack of her ass, and lower, until he found
her core. Gently pushing past the swollen flesh, he slipped one finger inside. Katie came with a moan, pushing against his hand, muscles gripping the single digit and refusing to let go.

“Shit. You’re tight, Katie,
so damned wet.” She heard a zipper, and the sound of fabric sliding off, followed by another zipper.

The head of his cock pushed into her sensitive folds, sliding up and down. She pushed
harder against the welcome intrusion, wordlessly begging.

He pulled away. “I’d hurt you.”

She looked over a shoulder, and saw him kneel, his hands on her ass, separating the flesh. She screamed his name when he put his mouth over her core, using his tongue to lick, sucking, pushing two fingers inside of her. Her body clenched, relishing the stretching sensation as he slid in and out of her, sucking, and using his tongue to tap against her clit.

“Fuck yeah, this is what I wanted,” his words vibrating against the sensitive skin.

Taking the hard bud between his lips, he did something naughty with his teeth.

Katie gripped the quarter panel, holding on for dear life. Her inner muscles clamped around the intrusion, sending waves of pleasure so heady she dropped forward, unable to hold herself up.

Deep inside, fingers looked for the sweet spot, his tongue and teeth making her dizzy.

It proved too much.

She screamed his name, her body clenching in big spasms around his finger, pushing against his mouth. He hummed, forcing her to continue coming, not letting up until she slumped against the Mustang.

He bit her ass, and stood.