18. Best Sex Ever

EIGHTEEN

Best Sex Ever

ETAIN

I t started with Hawk looking incredibly sexy, lying in my bed. I’m not even sure what time he showed up last night, but I was told later that he hadn’t gotten home until dawn. So, I spent most of my morning checking on him to make sure he was okay. He doesn’t snore, but his heavy breathing told me he was in a deep sleep. Me, being a great girlfriend, ignored my impulse to wake him with my mouth on his cock and let him continue sleeping.

It was nearly noon before Hawk woke up, and when he emerged from the bedroom, fully dressed, I kicked myself for not making my move earlier. Hawk didn’t want to wait for breakfast or lunch, as half the day was gone, and instead wanted to get to the shop to make sure everything was running smoothly.

I was already dressed in a tight-fitting jean skirt and indigo-colored blouse, and it had to do because Hawk was in a hurry. The only stop we made was to the diner, where he’d placed an order earlier to feed the guys, and ourselves, of course. Then Hawk walked me to our office, set down my BLT and fries, and was gone.

Every hour or so, Hawk would come to see me, chat for a few minutes, and kiss me, then he would leave, only to return and flirt with me some more. It’s now five o’clock with the workday over, and I glance out onto the shop floor to see that the last of the guys are filing out the side door, leaving Hawk, who must have been finishing up, as he’s closing the hood of a very hot vintage Camero. Now, I know nothing about cars, but I do know a sexy car when I see one. This one’s red with a white stripe running along the sides. It’s sleek and very cool.

What’s even better is Hawk, ass in tight jeans as he bends over the hood to wipe it down, making the car sparkle and shine. I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but I’m craving Hawk. I decide I’m going to call it a moment of insanity, and that will be my plea if anyone finds us. I notice Hawk heading toward the door to lock up and see my chance as he checks over the rest of the shop.

I unbutton my blouse and shrug it off, draping it on the chair. I slip off my skirt and hustle my butt to the car he was working on. I hop onto the hood and strike a pose. I lie on my side, bending one leg in front of the other, propping my head up, and wait for Hawk to circle back. Just as he’s about to veer off to the office, I drop the wrench I picked up earlier to catch his attention.

Hawk snaps his head around to see where the noise is coming from. His jaw drops open as he sees me reclining on the hood. His lips turn up in a wicked smile, and he struts over to me. The slight chill in the room and the cool metal of the car has my nipples as hard as pebbles. Hawk notices quickly and scans my body until, finally, his gaze settles on my face. Holding my gaze, he bends to pick up the wrench and put it back on the workbench.

“Oops! It fell,” I say, already sounding raspy and breathless, and he hasn’t even touched me.

His wicked grin turns into a sexy smile as he comes even closer. “Were you trying to get my attention, Ginger?”

“Maybe.”

He reaches out and traces a featherlight path from my hip downward to my ankle. “Well, you have it.” In a mock-stern tone, he says, “It’s dangerous to throw tools around. This type of behavior will not be tolerated in the workplace.”

I feign horror, bringing my free hand up to my throat. “Oh my! It was an accident.” He walks around to the front of the car, then his hand wraps around my ankle, tugging me down and twisting my body until I’m lying on my back. I quickly brace on my elbows, propping myself up to watch what he does next.

“There are consequences to creating a workplace hazard,” he goes on, pulling me to the edge of the car, my knees cocked and pulled apart. His hands run along my inner thighs, stopping at my baby-blue panties.

He has me so wound up that I wish he’d rip off my panties and sink his cock into my pussy. But all he does is let his fingers flutter over the thin material, edging toward the seam. I silently beg him to dip his fingers inside me. He’s tormenting me, and I’m panting like a puppy waiting to be petted.

Well, two can play at this game, I decide, and slide one of my hands down between my legs and into my panties to work my clit. Hawk snaps his hand over mine.

“Wait,” he commands, and with one yank, my panties are off. “Go for it, baby. I want to watch you come.”

That’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Ripping the panties off, absolutely. Watching me touch myself, not really. I suddenly become shy, trying to clamp my legs shut, but Hawk’s strong hands hold them apart.

He raises his eyes to mine. “There’s nothing more beautiful than watching you come. Show me, baby.”

I bite my lower lip and whisper, “I’ve never done that in front of anyone.”

He kisses one knee, then the other. “I’d never make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, but it’s a fucking turn-on to see you spread out and waiting for me. If you’re not ready for this, I’ll wrap you up and take you inside and show you how much I love your body and you. Say the word, baby.”

I want to please Hawk, and he’s certainly turned on, based on the bulge in his pants. I gather my courage and begin to play with my clit. I start off soft and gentle, but immediately, the friction over my clit spirals, and the need for more beckons. I’m so engrossed in my rising need to come that I close my eyes and throw back my head, jutting out my breasts. Hawk clamps his hand over one, kneading and running his thumb over my nipple.

With my desire at a fevered pitch, I’m on the cusp of my orgasm when Hawk pushes my hand away. I let out a mewl of frustration that lasts but a millisecond, only to have my fingers replaced with his cock pushing its way inside.

“Yes!” I cry. Hawk moves in nice and slow so that I can feel every inch of him. Then pulls out just as slowly. He does it again and again. “Faster, honey,” I plead.

“I like it slow,” he groans as he moves at his pace.

“Please, Hawk. More,” I pant. He gives me more, moving faster and harder. “Oh God!” I can feel my stomach muscles clench and my legs tense, and I’m on the precipice of a mammoth orgasm. It’s going to consume me. I feel it.

Hawk thrusts inside, once, twice, and there it is. Bigger than big, and I’m flying on a cloud, riding out the euphoria of my orgasm. Hawk’s hands tighten at my waist as he plants himself firmly in me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to hold him to me. He buries his face in my neck to drown out his own cry of release.

I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight as the afterglow reigns over us, not wanting to lose our connection. We remain like this for a while, then he lifts his head, finding my eyes, then kissing me so sweetly that I want to cry from the tenderness.

“What did I say, baby?” He doesn’t wait for my response. “You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” I whisper, my lower lip quivering.

“Rejoice, Ginger,” he says with a chuckle. “Mission accomplished. I’ve been waiting for the right moment to get you alone all day to have my way with you. Then you came out and gave me the greatest surprise and the best gift. Love you, baby.”

“Love you, Ethan,” I respond.

He kisses me once more, then pulls out and zips himself back up. Hawk reaches for my clothes and helps me to dress.

“Let’s go home.” He takes my hand. I hesitate and wait for him to turn to me. “Etain?”

“Best sex ever, honey. You’re going to have a hard time beating that,” I tease, then enjoy the moment as I hear him laugh.