Garage Boy Ch 02

I wrote previously a garage boy story but I wanted to switch it up sooooo have fun :*

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It was a Saturday night... I don't usually do anything on Saturday nights, or any other night. I'm pretty much a homebody. If I'm not at home reading, or Netflix and chilling with MaryJane and my vibrator, I'm at work, the gym, or the library. But I did have plans with Johnny to go out for a smoke cruise. Johnny has become one of my closest friends. I met him through my friend Jamie's boyfriend, Corey. Johnny is Coreys' brother. Jamie and I would go to Corey's often to hang out and listen to music, smoke and chill. The one night we went over and Johnny was there, too. I didn't really pay him any mind because he wasn't my type at the time. He was a white boy, late 20s, blonde hair he kept in a man bun with a beard to go with it. I've ran into him a few times after that but never really said anything to him.

Well, the one night after drinking at Corey's, I passed out on his couch. I awakened to a bright light, my back was towards the door. I turn my back to look and I saw something standing in the light. It didn't hit me that it was Johnny, but he looked incredibly attractive. I'm not sure what it was...

But yes, I told Corey I thought his brother was extremely attractive. He then proceeded to tell me that his brother also told him he thought I was cute a few weeks earlier, but Corey told him "he wasn't my color." I laughed and asked Corey why he said that and he said his brother was a player, and Corey thought I was sweet and didn't want to see me get hurt. But one night I hooked up with Johnny. We had a party at Corey's and he was in the process of trying to hook me up with Johnny. Long story short... Johnny and I had the best fuck I ever had in my life that night. The AC froze over that night so we were drenched in sweat. He said he's never gotten that wet from sex before. I felt accomplished. After that we messed around a few times again, but we grew close as friends as well.

He told me things he doesn't tell anyone else. Would talk to me about his dark feelings and all. And to be honest I started to fall for him. Which is why I had to cut it off eventually. I tried to cut it off multiple times before, but I just found that man so attractive that I just gave in to my desires and couldn't help myself. But after a few arguments with him, I decided I needed space. Space to detach myself from him, and eventually it worked. I started to find myself and my happiness without him again. But this night he asked to go on a smoke cruise and I agreed. He told me prior that his best friend tried to kill himself and he was really upset, so I agreed. I mean, he is my friend after all still. It's the least I could do.

We met at his brothers again, and after a few blunts passed around we decided to head out.

Something that really drew me to him is he's a mechanic. I don't know what it was but I just thought it was super hot.

We walked out to his car and I absolutely fell in love more than what I did the first time I've seen it. White TC with dark tint windows and black tires with rims. Sleek and clean as shit. I opened the door and sat down. He sat down next to me and turned the car on, down by my feet I noticed shades of blues and green illuminating my pedicure.

"The LEDs are a nice touch."

"Thanks, I put them in when I put my new system in." He revved the engine and she purred so beautifully. "Any music preference?"

"You know we listen to the same exact music."

He smiled. "Just making sure, didn't know if your music taste changed with your moods." He was such a smartass, but he was right so I couldn't help but laugh. I liked when he was a smartass, my type of man.

"Dick, not my fault I'm an emotional bitch."

He looked at me with his blue eyes and smiled with a laugh. "I know."

The ride was decent. We talked about life, his past more than mine. I try not to open up to men too much. We decided to go to river. It was gorgeous. It was night time, possibly around 10pm, I love the night time and I loved how the water lights up from the moon and night sky. We talked about earth, Mother Nature, all the possible things that could be under the water, science, anything we could. It was nice to have a stimulating conversation after you haven't had one in awhile. That was another thing I enjoyed about being his friend was we could actually talk and had long conversations. We finished our chit chat after a quick 2 hours flew by and we decided to head back to his garage. I loved watching him work on his cars and handing him the tools acting like I know what I'm doing. I think he thinks it's cute.

I was standing against the car he was working on earlier that day as he complimented my pedicure. I looked at them and thanked him. When I looked back up, I saw his hands were coming up to caress my cheeks as he leaned in for a kiss. I moved my head to the side and pushed my hand on his chest to stop him. "What are you doing? I thought we agreed to be friends."

He stepped closer to me knowing I couldn't go anywhere because I was already a few inches of my back against the hood of the car.

"We are friends," he said as he looked me up and down... "but I can see you still want me, so I'm cool with being friendly friends again."

Okay... pause. This was not supposed to go this far.

"Okay... but that doesn't mean I want that. I was serious when I said friendship only. No more kissing. No more sex. Friends. That is it." I was annoyed we were having this discussion yet again, but something inside me liked that he was trying.

His eyes and expression did most of the replying to my statement. He scanned my body up and down, his eyes undressing me, biting his bottom lip.

"You have such good pussy... all you do is sit at home or go to work now and it's going to waste... we don't want that do we?" He moved his hand to caress my chin but I smacked it away.

"Okay, I understand we have tried to do this before and we both gave into it, but I am serious this time. I don't like how you're talking to me and I want you to stop or I'll be leaving." I lied. I fucking loved how he was talking to me but I couldn't let him know that.

He reached around my head and grabbed fingers full of my hair by the base of my skull and pulled my head back, his face was immediately the nape of my neck before I could process what was going on. "I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to chick, but I know why you really came here tonight." His voice was stern but had excitement in it at the same time.

His breath was so warm to the touch of my sensitive skin it sent shivers down my spine and it other regions of my body... I tried to move my head and depart his embrace, but every time I moved or squirmed my hair pulled, and each time I would feel a butterfly flapping its' wings down below. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew I couldn't get away.

"Let me go!" I was starting to get super worried. "The only reason why I came here tonight is because you told me your best friend tried to kill himself! I just wanted to smoke with you and help you feel better but you're taking this way too far!"

I felt his lips brush against my ear. "I bet you're soaking wet right now bitch."

I've had enough. I didn't work as hard as I did to retain the self love I have now and actually feel comfortable setting boundaries just for him to ruin it. I slapped him across the face and pushed him away but his grip was too strong and he was resilient. Plus there wasn't too many places for me to go because during this whole process, I didn't realize his thigh worked it's way between the both of mine and he had me backed and pinned against the hood of his car. I could feel how cold the metal against my ass because of the thin layer material leggings I was wearing.

He was breathing heavier now... almost growling. Fuck, why did I find his so hot? "You just made this a whole lot more difficult for yourself chick." He pushed his leg harder and upwards between mine and his thigh was pressing into my pussy. He gripped my hair tighter than previous and yanked my head back even more as he started to kiss my neck. I could feel his tongue tracing my skin as his lips massaged me. Every few seconds he would press his teeth into my skin, each time getting harder in pressure. "Please stop!" I started to feel the tears in my eyes start. I was supposed to be able to trust him. He was still supposed to be my best friend...

Each time he bit down and sunk his teeth in, my body would tense and move against his. I knew he could feel the heat that was beginning to flow out of my leggings through his sweatpants. I knew he could tell I was getting turned on... with between the biting and sucking of my neck, he started to move his thigh between my legs, massaging my lower regions.

His hand grabbed both of my wrists as i started trying to hit him anywhere I could. He spun me around, his other hand still connected to the roots of my hair. He bent me over the hood and grabbed the grease rag from earlier and set it beside me. He pushed into me to keep me from kicking him and I could feel him through my leggings. He was covered by decently thin material, and I could tell he was already hard because he was pressed against my pussy, and I also could tell he was right about one thing. I am soaking wet. He kept pushing into me harder every time I would try and fight against him but I was putting up a decent match. I had plenty of experiences in mosh pits so I know how to flail my body even when I'm getting tired. But something about his hard on pressing through his pants into the opening of my pussy through mine perfectly...

He then reached down in front of me and immediately started exploring with his fingers. I know he felt the heat through my leggings because as soon as his hands were over my covered pussy he let out a deep moan. I could feel his dick twitch against my ass. He started pressing into me quite hard, enough to make me stop fighting back. This fucker knew how I liked it and took full advantage of it.

"Oh, did I find your spot?" He still had my hair in his grip and he started moving his fingers over my leggings in a circular motion. "No matter how many sex therapy sessions you go to you know you're still a little slut."

My breathing started getting heavier and quicker...I couldn't help it. He knew all my spots and just how to work them.

"Wanna know how I know? Because I can feel how fucking wet your pussy is just from being over your pants." His tone was getting more aggressive... Each time he spoke his fingers got tougher rubbing me and quicker. I let out a small gasp... trying my hardest to keep any noise or any tiny hint that my body was giving up on me and taking on the feelings I was getting inside me.

"Mmmmmm yeah you like this you slutty bitch." He stopped moving his fingers and reach over for the grease rag, while I had time to move I started flailing again but my lack of energy was no match for him. He tied both my wrists together behind my back, I could feel the grease slide over my skin warm enough to tell it was somewhat fresh. When he completed the task he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me up so I was right against him, my back to his chest, his hard on sticking straight into me through our pants.

"Why are you doing this to me..." I couldn't tell if I wanted to cry or moan. Probably both.

"Because you want me to." He grabbed my face and turned my head towards him and kissed me... I tried to keep my lips pressed firm together, but he smacked my cheek lightly. "Open." I still kept my lips firmly pressed together not giving in.

"Hmm, I know what will make you open up." His free hand immediately went inside the front of my pants and started to slide in between my pussy lips. I let out a gasp and he took to opportunity to force his tongue into my mouth. I gave up and let his tongue enter me, exploring. He started rubbing his fingers against my throbbing clit. I started kissing him back passionately. He was humping me through our clothes and I was moving my ass against him to meet his thrusts. We were full on fucking with our clothes still on pretty much. My wetness seeped through my leggings onto the crotch of his sweats. I don't remember ever being this wet before except when we first fucked I rode him backwards and created an ocean below us.

It seemed like for minutes we were dry humping each other. Was this rape? I told him no, but my body wants him inside me so bad...

He yanked me back around facing him and slid his hands underneath my bottom after giving them a good grope and smack and lifted me up. I had a clear view of his boner and this boy was definitely a grower. I wanted to fight but I couldn't. All energy was taken out of me. He started to yank my pants down and for some reason my hips lifted and allowed him. I leaned back on the hood and he smacked the side of my thigh by my ass with all his force and clenched it, his nails digging into me. The tears started again but I liked it so much.

"I want you to look at me tonsils deep in your pussy." He leaned down and threw both of my legs over his shoulders... he looked me in the eyes, licking my thighs mixed with biting. Hit mouth so warm against me... My wetness was everywhere and trickling down my thighs for him to lick clean. He would get so close to my clit but not actually touch it. I started to breathe harder once I felt his fingers graze my lips and part them...

"Out of all the bitches I've fucked, you definitely have the best pussy out of all." I just wanted him to stop talking and put my pussy in his mouth and make me cum hard... so I started pushing it up towards him. He gave my thigh one last bite then went all in. His tongue was sliding all around me, up and down slowly, flicking over my clit. Every time he went near my opening I could feel my pussy tighten just wanting something inside me.

"Don't you dare fucking cum either."

He slid a finger inside me and curved it upwards and starting massaging my inside... I was about to cum and I couldn't help it. "Ooooh fuuuuuck..." he then put another inside me and started jack hammering my pussy, I couldn't take it. I came hard from all the arousal and sensations I was feeling all at once, my walls spazzing and gripping his fingers, my hands were cramping underneath me while my body spazzed and my back arched with my orgasm... he licked me clean until my orgasm subsided.

He let my legs fall and stood up taking my face in his hands, pressing his body against mine he kissed me again, I could taste my juices on his tongue...

He took a handful of my hair once again. "Follow me." I did as I was told knowing there wasn't really anything I could do at this point. I left the hood of the car and he guided me over to an empty space by his tool box.

"On your knees." I hesitated, still trying to collect my thoughts on what had just happened. "Bitch, I said down." With a hard yank on my hair I fell to my knees. "You got to cum when I said not to, now you'll learn your lesson on why to listen to me. Now it's my turn. Pull down my pants."

"I can't... my hands are still tied..."

"Use your mouth." He pushed my head into his waist where his skin met the top of his sweat pants. I bit the material between my teeth and started to work them down. I thought if I'm being forced to do this, I might as well enjoy it. I take pride in the skills my mouth have accumulated. I let my teeth run along the skin of his hips. When I got them down far enough, he was hard as a rock, sticking straight out waiting for me. I went to put my lips on the lip, but he again took my head and smashed it against his groin. His body smashed into my nose. I could smell his scent and feel my pussy throb again. He had the scent of a man who showered previously in the day with a delicious scent of body wash but also had his own odor and sweat mixed in. It drove me fucking crazy. "Suck my balls bitch."

He pulled my head off his shaft and pushed my face to his balls while he continued to stroke himself. I stuck my tongue out and ran it along one of them, then the other. I could feel him twitching as I licked. I allowed one to enter my mouth and sucked it gently, then repeated with the other. His breathing was getting deeper... I could tell he was enjoying it with the small deep moans he was allowing to escape his lips that were covered in my cum. He eventually lightened his grip on my hair giving me more room to move my head. I licked from the in between his balls, swirled my tongue in circles working my way up his shaft to his tip and gave it a flick. I repeated this a few times, licking him like a popsicle.

When I got back up to his tip again, he pushed my head forward, the head of his dick inched it's way to the back of my throat. He thrusted himself a few times, costing his solid dick in my saliva. I started to gag and he pulled himself out of me. He grabbed my face and leaned down to kiss me. He stood back up before I got a decent breath of air. He grabbed himself and slapped his dick on the side of my face repeatedly, then my lips. He smiled down at my admiring his dick glistening with my saliva by my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head again and rammed himself back inside my mouth immediately going back down my throat. This time he was fucking my throat relentlessly, his balls slapping against my chin. This went on four about five minutes, I was wearing a low cut shirt and my saliva was dripping down my chin onto my breasts.

"Fuck I think you're going to make me cum soon." He yanked me back up to my feet and pushed me against the hood of his car again. His body right against mine, his hands with a death lock around my neck. He kissed me so deep and passionately, our tongues danced with each other. He was so hard... he was moving his dick between the folds of my dripping wet pussy lips. I have thick thighs so this gave him an advantage to make himself feel really... really good. He spun me around and put my head on the hood of his car, my ass out in the air. He reached over to his tool box and pulled out a screwdriver. "What the fuck are you doing with that?"

"This is what you get for cumming when I told you not to."

"No... please don't... I've had enough I don't want anything else... please..." I felt the cool handle of the screw driver move up and down my lip... he put it to the entrance of my pussy and circled it. I let out a moan... he was making me feel so good. He slid it deeper inside... "Now you better tell me when you're about to come slut."

"Please stop..." He started pushing it in and out faster. I could hear my juices slurping around... after just a short minute I could feel my body start to betray me again. "Oh fuuck I'm going to cum!" the second the words came out of my mouth he removed the handle. "No! What are you doing??"

He laughed "oh so now you want it huh?" He pulled me back up by my hair and walked me over to a chair and sat himself on it, pulling me down onto his lap so our lustful gaze met each other, his more aggressive than mine. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes."

He smacked me lightly across the face.

"Ask nicely."

He started groping my ass and moving me so I was grinding against his lap.

"Yes please..."

"Beg me to fuck you." I didn't respond. He smacked my ass cheek hard and dug his nails into my flesh. "I said beg."

"...please fuck me..." he yanked back on my hair. "I can't fucking hear you."

"Please fuck me!"

"That's a good girl." He lifted my hips from where I was resting on his lap and slid me onto his dick... as soon as he was fully inside me my juices poured out like a waterfall onto his lap. He reached back and untied my hands from the rag finally and grabbed my ass with one hand to move it up and down against him and placed the other around my throat. He immediately started pounding into me. "Tell me when you're going to cum slut." He removes his hand from my throat to my other ass cheek, my hands were gripping on his shirt holding on for my life almost.