Michaelishious - Vol. 2020

Dec. 5th: Plug it in

"Your exhaust system is loose. I need to order a couple of new clamps. And then you need a new oil filter, and another for the air-condition."

"That's all?"

"That should be pretty much it, yeah."

"Oh, thank God. I..." I started, but felt too embarrassed to continue.

"You...?" he urged.

"There's a minor problem, sir."

"Just call me Michael. Now, tell me about this little problem of yours."

He dragged his thumb along his bottom lip, and my eyes immediately fixated on that smooth gesture. Then he ended up biting it, and I groaned internally. How come I hadn't noticed how hot he was until now? His clothes were dirty and he had oil and grease smeared here and there, but believe it or not, he looked fresh as ever. Especially his messy hair. The urge to comb my fingers through it and mess it up even more, made all kinds of images fill my mind. Us kissing. Him nailing me up against the wall. Him eating me out on the hood of the car, while I pulled him to my core.

"Ma'am?"

"Hm?"

"Your problem?"

"Oh. That."

I was literally sweating and felt throbbing desire burning between my legs, threatening to flare up into a firestorm if I wasn't careful. I was unpleasantly wet and struggled to focus properly. Every time I looked at him I felt like I was drowning in his eyes. Especially now that they had this curious, searching glow, as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Well... Things are a bit tight," I said and noticed that my voice sounded gruff and awkward. Then my eyes widened when it occurred to me what I'd said.

"Economically!" I exclaimed, startled.
"Things are tight economically. Like... I'm not sure how to pay for it. Even though it's not that much, it's tough to make the ends meet at the end of the month."

"Mhm," he said with a hint of amusement, while he walked closer, rubbing his chin.
"I'm pretty sure it's tight."

Jesus fuck! Did he insinuate what I thought he did? Please tell me it was only my imagination. But my body didn't agree with me, and I squeezed my thighs together in a hopeless attempt to ease some of the painful pulsation in my core.

"It actually is," I whispered. He was walking in a half circle around me, ogling me like a predator without being especially intimidating. Rather the opposite. It was like the sexual tension between us grew into a frenzy with each passing minute.

"Then maybe I can help you with that."

"H-how?" I stuttered.

"I can help you, and even give you a little bonus."

He was so close that I could feel his breath against my neck, and I shuddered in anticipation.

"Or a big one."

He left the sentence hang like a thick cloud of promises, and I was getting desperate to find out if he wanted the same as me.

"And I think you'll like it."

He smirked with dark, lustful eyes. There was no longer any doubt. We were on the same page.

"Do you wanna find out?" he murmured and closed the gap between us completely. Our bodies felt like they were shaped to fit together, like he was born to drive me crazy just by his mere presence.

"Yes," I croaked out and shamelessly moved my head to the side, hoping he would take the hint and kiss my exposed skin. And he did.

His arms slowly sneaked around me from the behind, and made me moan. It barely made any sound at all, but I knew he could hear it because I noticed that it had a certain impact on him.