#mechanix

The door opened with a thud and a bell chimed as you stepped in.  

“Hello, welcome to Dave’s auto repair-shop, what can I do for you?” Could be heard as a monotone and tired sounding voice from behind the counter. You turned your head, and saw a ginger, leaning against the front desk. Head propped up on his elbows, blowing on a strand of his long, fiery locks. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in a few days or more, purple eyebags under his eyes. When you didn’t respond, mesmerised by his hair, he finally looked up with a sigh. His hazel eyes meeting yours in the dim lighting. He looked like a rocker, a headbanger for sure. 

“What d’ya need help with?” He stared at you with tired eyes. Not a glimpse of hope in them. He looked at you expectantly, clearly annoyed. 

“Oh- right, yes, uh, my car kind of... broke down just about uh maybe a block away. It might be uh... something with the... engine?” You hesitantly admitted. Kinda nervous to bother the guy with something like this.  The guy rolled his eyes and fixed the collar of his blue work uniform. He wasn’t pleased to hear this but didn’t look surprised. 

“Just-” He looked you up and down before responding, like he was debating helping you or not, and that was exactly what he was doing. He bit his lip and shrugged and tilted his head slightly to the side. “Fine. I’ll help you, not like I've got anything better to do.” 

You led him down the block as he walked behind you, lighting a cigarette on the way. When he saw your car, he didn’t even say a word and just opened the hood. He let out a mutter when after he inspected the problem. 

“Fuck. Not this shi’ again.” He cursed under his breath. The cigarette dangled from his lips. He took it between his fingers and turned to look at you. 

“Look, your car. It’s... fixable. But it’s not going to be cheap, let me tell you that.” He let out a low chuckle. Shaking his head slightly. 

“I’ll fix it for you, don’t worry. But there’s something you could do to get by a little more easily, darlin’” He took a step closer to you, his eyes gleaming with malice and a certain hunger that made you feel a shiver run down your spine. 

“And what’s that?” You asked. Almost sure you already knew the answer, but you still asked. 

“Well, it gets lonely in my shop, folk rarely ever come in, even more rarely people like you, girl. It’s a lonely neighbourhood in the outskirts of this borin’ ol’ town, sweetheart.” He took another step closer, he was close now, you could feel the heat radiating off him. He smelled like motor oil and tires. But it wasn’t unpleasant, instead you felt drawn to it.  

“Oh yeah? I can imagine.” You said back with a slight flirty undertone. The guy smirked. 

“Dave’s the name if you didn’t guess that already.” He held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it. As you did, he pulled you closer, breath tickling your ear as he whispered;   “I can tell you’re gon’ be a lot o’ fun, sweetheart.” 

Your heart skipped a beat, your pulse quickening.  

“So, are you willin’ to pay the price?” Dave licked his lips; his fingers tilted your chin up to look at him.  

You nodded slightly, speechless for no reason. Or maybe was it the nervousness? You swallowed hard, eyes scanning his body. His oil-stained t-shirt, his dark blue tight jeans, the way his arms bulged at the end of the short sleeves, his muscles pulsing with each heartbeat.  

“Then what you waitin’ for? Let’s get back to the shop, there’s a room in the back, no one will annoy us there, it’ll be just you, and me.” Dave winked at you while saying the last part, leaving no doubt to his intentions. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” You answered quickly, body tense with excitement. 

Dave nodded, let out a slight chuckle, and started walking; leaving you to follow him. The walk back was filled with a certain energy, your hair blowing in the wind. The sound of Dave’s and your footsteps was the only noise that you really could think about. Just the thought of Dave in a sexual way alone made you tingle. You were thinking so much you hadn’t noticed you were already back.  

As soon as you stepped inside, the door closed behind you, the bell chiming once again, Dave was already on you. He pressed you against the door and crashed his lips on yours. It was a sloppy mess of kissing and groaning. You felt Dave’s warm tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He dominated you with precision, showed you who was in control. He picked you up unexpectedly and effortlessly. Too lost in how his mouth felt against yours, you hadn’t noticed that he carried you all the way to the back room. It was a dusty, dimly lit room with some storage boxes, a couch, and a random sink that looked completely out of place. Dave put you down on the couch and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt before sliding it off his head. Your eyes widened and mouth fell slightly agape. Your eyes were glued to his frame. He climbed up on the couch, straddling your hips and kissed you again. Your hands reached for his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles. Your fingers dug into his shoulders while kissing him back with equally as much intensity as he kissed you. He growled into your mouth; his hands were already working on your shirt. When he finally got your shirt and bra off, he groaned at the sight, his hands already moving to cup your breasts. He leaned down and started to suck a hickey on your neck as he kneaded your boobs. 

“Fuck, you’re makin’ me go crazy over here, darlin’. Just look at those tits, gosh.” He mumbled against your neck. He didn’t stop until you had a clear bruise forming, a love bite from him.  

“That’s more like it, baby.” He grinned. His hands had already moved to your jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper but eventually getting them off. You lifted your hips and he pulled your pants off with ease. The whistle he let out while looking at your already damp panties made you blush and squirm in your seat, your gaze landing anywhere but on him. But before you could get a chance to say anything the sound of a belt falling to the ground almost startled you to death, the metal of the buckle clinking against the cold floor. When you looked back his erection was already out as slowly stroked himself. His hand moved up and down the shaft until his cock hardened fully and he brushed his thumb against the flush tip that was already dripping precum.  

“You like what you see, baby? You like seeing me stroke my big dick for you, seeing me get all hard n’ horny all for you, don't you?” He groaned, his eyes were locked on your body, darting across every inch, leaving nothing of you unseen. 

All you could mumble in response was a slight “yeah” and nod. Dave didn’t need to be told twice; his head fell back as he moaned and stroked himself quicker.  

“Please- I need to feel your mouth on me. Now.” His breath hitched, eyes were shut, his hair flowed down his shoulders, a beautiful sight.  

You moved closer and sat down, tracing a line from his chest down as the cold floor met your knees. Face to face with his beautiful, blush-pink tip. Your pupils were big with desire, and mouth watered. You slowly but surely stuck your tongue out and licked him, from the base to the sensitive glands. The sounds that could be heard from him were blissful to your ears. You slowly took him in, inch by inch, your mouth stretching around him. Tears started to fill your eyes as you choked on his length. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged a little but held back. His hand gripped your hair, forcing you to take him a little deeper. He kept mouth-fucking you until his whimpers slowed down and his hot seed spilled down your throat. His cum tasted weirdly familiar in a good way. Salty and musky, just like his personality. Just the way you liked it. 

You stood up and leaned in closer to his neck, tilted his head more to the side and started working on a hickey of your own. After some time, the mark was visible. By that point Dave’s cock was already hard again. This man had a high sex-drive for sure. 

Dave got you on the couch, which made it dip beneath your weight as you got on your hands and knees. Exposed and vulnerable for him. The condom was quickly rolled on, sticky and slimy in Dave’s hands. He positioned himself at your entrance and slid in with ease. He took a moment to appreciate the view before he grabbed your hips and started moving. He set a fast and relentless pace, making you cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Skin slapped against skin, moans echoed, beads of sweat formed, all in great pleasure. He moved in and out of you, grunting, each thrust harsher than the last. It did not take long before you felt your orgasm approaching, tears forming in your eyes from pure ecstasy. Before you could react, it hit you. A forceful wave of satisfaction ripping through your body intensely. High pitched whines escaped your lips. Dave never slowed down, chasing his own release and riding out your high. Your vision went blurry and your panting slowed down a bit. Dave pushed into you one more time and buried himself deep inside you before he came. Groaning and whining like crazy. He pulled out after a minute and rolled off, landed on the floor with a thud and chuckled;  “That was some good sex. Fuck.” He panted out, his breath evened out and his heartbeat returned to normal.  “I’ll find something to clean you up with.” He stood up on shaky legs and left. 

You lied down on the plush couch, sweaty and sore. Dave had been rough but now you got a break. You collected your thoughts and just unwinded best you could. Brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and wiping sweat off your forehead. Completely spent and tired, but content, nonetheless. You smiled to yourself, this Dave guy seemed nice, or nice to fuck at least. 

“Here, can you sit up?” Dave had returned, a wet cloth in his hand, some water dripping down on the floor. He looked softer, less intense. You sat up and he slowly cleaned you up, carefully and with a surprisingly gentle touch. Making sure he wouldn’t hurt you or be too rough anymore. His eyes had shifted too, always fixated on yours and not your body. Like he truly saw you beyond all the lust. 

“I don’t know if I already said this but you’re really pretty.” He muttered, blushing, but this time it was a soft and loving pink on his cheeks and not a lustful burgundy like before.  

When he got done cleaning you up, he captured you in yet another kiss, but this time it was just his soft lips against yours. A soft spark of electricity moved through you, it wasn’t cold, but lukewarm. 

He let you spend the night. Your bodies pressed together on the couch in a comforting embrace. He kissed your cheek one last time before the two of you fell asleep in the backroom. A glint of moonlight from the window hit you two so peacefully in the night, shining in a way that could make any wish come true. Was this the start to something, or just a memory to be forgotten? Was it just a payment, or something far more beautiful?