14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Nick

J ordan had asked me to meet him at Gage’s Auto once I got done work. He’d finished his shift, and the auto shop was closed, but he stayed to work on his vintage Chevrolet Chevelle.

I’d invited him over tonight under the premise of checking off the list, but we were going to grab food in town beforehand. Truthfully, I wanted to cram in as much time as I could with him. The Collier’s Creek Christmas Bash was this weekend, and even though Jordan had agreed to go to Amanda’s wedding with me, I feared everything would come crashing down after.

I tugged on my strap as I approached Gage’s Auto, my hands breaking into a sweat. My idea seemed dumber by the second, but I’d already committed. Maybe I could run the opposite way and cancel.

Except I knew Jordan. He’d show up at my house to check on me and see what happened.

The light outside the shop had been turned off, but the interior lights in the garage were on. I walked right up to the door, urged by how fucking cold it was. My footsteps echoed in the quiet. Gage’s was within walking distance from the center of town but tucked along a silent side street, and it had been around since the dawn of time—or at least before I was born.

I tested the doorknob—unlocked. When I stepped inside, the scent of motor oil greeted me. Ngh. All it did was get my libido revving because I fucking loved that smell. I might be useless with a car, but I was definitely attracted to guys handy with them. Finding Jordan wasn’t difficult. The Chevy Chevelle had been lowered down in his bay, and the Misty Turquoise color with the black stripes stood out. I remembered the heated discussion when he’d been figuring out the paint scheme for his baby.

He had to redo most of the exterior of the original wreck he’d purchased and replace most of the parts, but now the repair work was down to interior reupholstering and some other tweaks.

His legs protruded from beneath the car.

“Hey, J, I’m here.”

A curse sounded, followed by a thump, and I couldn’t restrain my grin. As much as nerves had been simmering through me, this was Jordan. I’d known him for-fucking-ever.

He pushed out from under the car, and I swallowed my tongue. I forgot how damn good he looked in coveralls. The dark navy against his tanned skin, the oil smudge marks on his cheek, decorating his forearms. Holy fuck, this man was criminally hot.

He cracked a grin, exposing his canines, and the wicked arch of his brows had my blood pumping hotter. Mmm, maybe we could skip dinner and fuck now. The scorching once-over he gave me suggested he was of the same mind.

“Thanks for meeting me here,” he said. “I had an issue I was itching to fix after work, and I figured we could grab food up the street. ”

“No problem.” Before I lost my nerve, I reached into my bag and pulled out the wrapped box. “Since I’m here, this seems fitting to give you now.”

Jordan’s brows drew together. “A gift? We don’t do gifts, right?”

Right. We didn’t. Sweat broke on my forehead. This had been the worst fucking idea. I was making it weird. Too serious.

“Just something I wanted to do,” I said. “No big deal.”

Jordan crooked a brow, but he accepted the box. “Mind if I open it now?”

“Uh, sure.” Vulnerability flushed across me like the flu. Yeah, I should’ve stuck to the blow jobs.

Jordan ripped the paper off and pried the box open. He pulled out the replica of his Chevrolet Chevelle. I’d had fun with the project because even though I didn’t know shit about cars, I’d listened to him chatter about his baby for ages, and I loved to paint models and minis in my spare time. It had the same turquoise and black finish on the exterior, and I’d based the interior colors on the ones he’d told me a while back he planned to add.

“Nick,” he said softly.

“I wouldn’t try popping the hood on that,” I joked, trying to shake off my nerves.

Jordan looked up at me, his blue eyes serious. A shiver rolled down my spine. He touched the car with reverence, turning it over and over to examine all the details. “How the fuck did you get this right?”

I tapped the side of my head. “Steel trap. Plus, you blather about your car any chance you get.”

Jordan wrapped his calloused palm around my nape and drew me in for a kiss. The car hung in his other hand, but my attention zeroed in on the man pressed up against me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, his lips the slightest bit chapped, and I drank in his heat, the sweet taste of him, the sharp scent of the motor oil that got me hotter by the second.

Fuck, this man was dynamite, and I couldn’t help but light the match.

When he broke away for breath, the wild look in his eyes set my whole body aflame.

“This”—he lifted the car—“is fucking amazing, Nick. I…fuck, I need to be inside you right now.”

Ngh, yes. “Here?” I glanced around the bay, all polished gray floors and blue beams. Sure, no one was working, but Gage or any of Jordan’s coworkers could drop in if they needed to grab something.

“Fuck yeah, here. Don’t worry. Everyone’s done for the night.” His gaze darted to his Chevelle. “God, fucking you against that—number one fantasy.”

I licked my lips, my heart beating hard. “Oh yeah? How many girls have you fed that line to?”

He shook his head. “Zero. You get me, Nick, better than goddamn anyone.”

My throat tightened. God, I wanted that to mean more, but I was terrified to ask. However, I’d exhausted my bravery for the night. “Then what are we waiting for?” I sauntered over to the Chevelle and leaned against it, the frame solid and sleek, an art I could appreciate.

Jordan unzipped the front of his jumpsuit, the sound echoing through the room. He dropped the sleeves out, revealing his sweat-soaked tank top that was nearly translucent. Unreal. He prowled toward me, and I lost track of words, comprehension, and anything else. My mouth dried at his powerful stride, at the streaks of grease all over him. Fucking hell, he was hot.

“Sorry, I’m a mess.” He wiped his palms on his pants.

“Mmm. I’m a thousand percent on board with this. ”

He arched a brow. “Oh, that do something for you?”

“Maybe a little,” I said, my voice breathless. I reached into the pocket of my messenger bag for the essentials and then dropped it to the ground. “Here.” I passed him the condom and lube packets.

“God, it’s hot you had that on you. Thinking about me finding a secret spot to bend you over?”

“Or I’m no stranger to gay hookups,” I commented dryly.

His eyes flashed with heat as he crowded me against the car. My heart thudded so hard I was shocked it wasn’t resounding through the bay. “You’re not still hooking up with anyone else, are you?”

I shook my head. “It’s just us.”

He chewed on his lower lip, scanning over me like he wanted to eat me alive. And goddamn, I’d let him. “Pants down.”

I undid my spiked belt and shucked my black pants and briefs down my thighs. I expected to be manhandled to my front a second later. Instead, Jordan sank to his knees.

“I want to taste you first,” he said.

I wrapped my hand around my base to keep my cock steady, and he braced his grease-stained hands on my thighs. God, I was going to incinerate. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve been dying to suck your cock,” Jordan said, a seriousness in his tone that punched the breath from me. I hadn’t been wrong. The rare occasions the man injected a serious note amid all the levity were enough to knock me down at the knees.

“Goddamn.” The reverence in my tone wasn’t faked.

He clutched my thighs hard, leaving his marks, and leaned in to lick the tip of my cock.

His hot, wet tongue sent an instant burst of pleasure through me. He trailed the end of his tongue along the length of my cock, exploring in this languid way that made my balls ache .

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You tease me, and I’m going to come before you ever get inside me.”

“Think I can make you come twice?” Jordan asked and then sucked on my head. My thighs tensed.

“Ngh, good luck. My recovery time’s decent, but that’s fucking rare.”

“Challenge accepted.”

God, his cockiness would be my undoing.

He wrapped his mouth around my cock and swallowed me several inches. He might never have sucked cock before, but with my ass pressed against his Chevelle, the lights of the bay glowing down on us, and the fact that Jordan’s mere presence got me hotter than the sun—yeah, I wouldn’t last long.

He gripped my thighs so tight he would hopefully leave bruises. I tilted my head back, letting my eyes close. He bobbed up and down on my cock, his saliva dripping onto my hand around my base, trickling to my balls. Who gave a fuck about technique with enthusiasm like that? When I glanced down, the sight of him on his knees seared into my brain.

His dark hair was tousled, those lashes long, and his gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He kept up a pressure and steady movement, and my balls tensed.

“Oh god.” The sensations grew stronger by the second. “I’m not going to last.”

He renewed his efforts, the smoothness of the motion making my thighs quake. Even my hand trembled as I held tight to my base. The tickle of the spit dripping down the inside of my leg shocked me with lust. He trailed the tip of his tongue on the underside of my length, and that vaulted me over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming,” I warned .

My balls drew up, but Jordan didn’t pull back. The cum shot out from me, and pleasure flooded through me in an all-consuming wave. Even as I rode out the bliss, I couldn’t look away from Jordan. He swallowed my release, although some dribbled out the side of his mouth.

“Fuck. That’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.” My voice came out hoarse and a little bit wrecked. Sex with Jordan was as adventurous as he was, and my wildfire attraction to him amplified everything.

Jordan pulled off my cock and wiped the dribble of cum with the back of his hand. “You’re fucking delicious.” His lips were a little puffier and redder from sucking my cock, and ngh.

“How are you for real?” I blurted out. Jordan had gone from only hooking up with women to checking every item off our very gay checklist with barely a blink.

“I should be the one asking that,” he said as he pushed up from his knees. His cock pushed at the front of his coveralls, and god, I wanted to drop to my knees and return the favor. Except I wanted him to fuck me even more. “You’re so damn gorgeous it’s ridiculous.”

A million questions bubbled up, like why it had taken him until now to look at me like this? But when had there been the chance? We’d always been circulating in and out of relationships ever since we were teens, and the timing had never been right.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The sweetness of the kiss zapped through my system like a shockwave, such a different tenor than the filthy way he grabbed my hips and cornered me against the car. He smelled like motor oil and sex, and his mouth on mine was the sin I craved. His cock nudged against my leg, iron hard and ready, which sparked my flagging dick to life the slightest bit.

Jordan pulled away. “Turn around, hands on the hood and ass back. ”

“Going to try for two?” I teased but followed his directions. The commands were hot as hell, with a decisiveness I’d never possessed.

“I made a promise, and I’m going to keep it.” His voice was liquid velvet, ungh. “You’re going to come with my cock inside you, gorgeous.”

Mmm, okay, maybe I was up to a semi now. I placed my hands on the smooth turquoise surface of his precious Chevelle, and the realization struck me square in the sternum. I knew how much this car meant to him. The fact that he wanted to rail me against it… A shiver ran down my spine, and butterflies exploded in my chest.

“Fuck, I can’t prep you while my hands are filthy,” Jordan muttered.

“Don’t need it. Slide right in.” Maybe I liked the burn. Maybe even more I wanted to feel him inside me the next day.

Foil ripped behind me, which meant he was probably rolling the condom on. I didn’t bother glancing, just thrust my ass back in offering.

“God, I want to eat you out all over again.” He squeezed my ass cheek, and a ripple of lust coursed through me.

“I need to feel you inside me.” The words came out a little rawer than intended, but I didn’t try to diminish them. If the Christmas gift I’d given him hadn’t been enough of a hint that I’d completely fallen for him.

I hadn’t even tried, but hell, I’d been half in love with the Jordan Ellis charm my entire damn life. And when we’d started getting physical, that meter had tipped my feelings over the rest of the way.

“I won’t say no,” Jordan said. “Your hole is the hottest damn thing I’ve felt in my life.”

The tip of his cock brushed against my hole, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the zing that traveled through me .

He pushed in, inch by inch, and the slight sting kept me on edge. His hands on my hips grounded me into the moment as he sank inside me. The sallow yellow lighting beamed down on us, the hushed quiet of the empty mechanic’s bay exposing every sound. He thrust inside me until his groin brushed against my cheeks. The skin-on-skin connection incinerated me, and his thick cock stretched me out in the best damn way.

“Holy fuck.” I plastered my palms against the hood of his car. Based on the way he gripped my hips, I was in for one hell of a ride.

“I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name,” Jordan purred, his breath hot in my ear.

“Ngh.” My insides melted. Everything about him stroked at my libido, and my cock was firming again.

He drew back and thrust in again. Pleasure radiated from the movement as he began to find his tempo. God, the feel of his cock inside me. The thickness, the slight curve of it was perfect. The strokes were even, building in intensity. My cock hung heavy between my legs, even though I’d just come. Fucking hell. I was so turned on I could barely breathe. We were in the middle of his shop, and he was fucking me over his favorite car.

He sank into me again, and this time, he brushed my prostate. Fireworks flared inside me, and I let out a choked gasp.

“That the spot, babe?” he asked, squeezing my hip.

And then he proceeded to wreck me.

Jordan pounded into me at a relentless pace, tagging the same spot with a precision that had me seeing stars. My teeth numbed, my legs trembled, and my cries grew louder.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he moaned. “I could stay in here forever.”

Those words struck me square in the chest. That. That was exactly what I wanted with him.

Forever.

He thrust in hard again, knocking the breath from my lungs. A long, low moan escaped me as my cock leaked precum. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My palms had grown sweaty, and with every thrust, I slid across the surface of the hood. I tried to rock back, but I didn’t have purchase, so I let him drive into me like I were his fucktoy.

The slap of skin hitting skin, our moans and groans, echoed to the rafters. The emptiness of the room grew just as loud, my skin prickling with awareness that we were right in the middle of what was normally a public place. And yet when Jordan was behind me, tagging my prostate like it was his job, I couldn’t find it in me to care. The yellowed lighting cast our shadows across the gray floor, moving with an inexorable liquidity I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by.

He fucked into me hard and fast, with a piston-like efficiency. My cock was hard and leaking between my legs, but I didn’t dare move my palms to grab it. My balls ached again, and my legs quaked. I needed him bad.

“This heat, goddamn,” Jordan swore. “You feel like sin.”

“Ngh,” was all I could manage as he thrust back in, pleasure exploding through me again. My breaths were coming out short and stuttered, and sweat glued the fabric of my shirt to my back. The tension built within me, growing, growing, growing until I was a thread ready to snap. Need formed a driving thump inside me I couldn’t ignore.

“I’m not going to last, baby,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “Think you can come for me?”

“Grab my cock.”

He reached around and wrapped his callused hands around my cock. His rough palms were all I needed. My balls drew up, and I unloaded right on the concrete floor of the bay. Pleasure flooded me fast and fierce, and I gasped in relief as Jordan continued pumping inside me.

He thrust deep, and his grip on my hips tightened. “Oh fuck,” he breathed out. His cock pulsed inside me as he came.

As I settled back into my body, the room spun a little. My insides radiated from how hard he’d been tagging my prostate, and I sagged forward, barely holding myself upright. He brushed his lips against my back, and butterflies unleashed in my chest. The bit of sweetness—fuck, it meant everything.

Because as much as Jordan might be a cocky thrill seeker, he had so many traits people ignored, ones that made him deadly alluring to me. He was loyal beyond measure, and the care he showed his loved ones traveled deep.

And I was completely, utterly in love with him.

He pulled out and stroked a hand idly over my ass. “Fuck, we made a mess.”

A helpless, hopeless laugh exploded from my chest.

“Yeah, we did.”