Dirty Crush By Danielle W.
I'm lying out on my front deck getting some sun. It's something I've been doing more often since he arrived. It's like an addiction. Sitting there watching him go from nice and clean to sweaty and dirty. I wait for the moment where he takes the bottle of water that he's been drinking and pours it over his head. I watch the water trickle down his face, dripping and cascading down his perfectly toned chest and abs.
He is so breathtaking and gorgeous. It's hard to believe somebody could be so attractive.
I'm talking about my neighbor that just moved in across the street from me a little over a month ago. I know nothing about him except that he is always working on trucks and cars. He must have a little business going on. I've never even said a word to him, just a wave here and there.
The mail truck just went by. I now have the perfect opportunity to get an even closer look at him. I get up and walk down to end of the driveway. I see him walking out from his garage carrying something very heavy. My eyes go straight to his broad shoulders, down to his perfectly muscled arms. He has those veins that are visible from working out and handling heavy objects. I lick my lips. The sight is such a turn on. He notices me and smiles. I can't help but smile back. I'm just about to get the mail out of my box when I hear my name coming from his direction.
"Hey! April, right? Can you come over here and help me with something?"
He knows my name. I feel the butterflies starting. "Yeah, sure." I closed the door and headed across the street to him. The mail would have to wait. What a shame.
"Thanks. I'm Paul by the way, in case you didn't know. I'd shake your hand but little dirty here." He smiled and put his hands up to show the grease stains that had accumulated.
"It's alright. What do want me to do?" His eyes were amazing. Chocolate brown with these long eye lashes. They were to die for.
"Yeah could you hold this up while I get under here and connect the line to it?" He held something up. I don't know what it was nor did I care really. I was getting to see the beauty of him up close. "It's not too heavy and it's clean so don't worry about getting anything on you." I took the big metal thing from him and held it up like he said to do. It wasn't heavy at all; it was more awkward being that I was holding it on an odd angle. "You alright up there?" I heard him yell out from under the car.
"Yeah I'm good." I was smiling like an idiot but I couldn't help it. Within two minutes, he was back up and taking the part from me, lowering it down into the car.
"Thanks again." He said grabbing the rag that was sitting on the edge of the car and wiping his hands off on it.
I wanted to just sit there and watch every move he made but I felt weird doing it so I kept my eyes on the truck that was parked behind him. "Is there anything else you need?" I asked stepping away from the car that I just helped him with.
"Nope, don't think so. You don't have to hurry off though. You can hang out over here if you want... if you don't have anything to do."
A little voice inside my head sat there screaming at me to accept his offer. What were the chances that he would call me over again to help him? I had to accept. "Sure, why not. I really don't have anything to do."
He smiled at my response. "Cool. I got to work on that car in the garage so, hope you don't mind." I shook my head and followed him into semi-crowded garage. He had to have had everything thing you could think of to work on a vehicle. Tool chests from wall to wall on one side, a work bench that was also wall to wall that held even more storage space underneath. Stuff hanging on the walls and tires piled up. Yet it was very neat and organized. At least it looked that way to me.
"Sorry I don't have a chair or anything in here. You can sit here though." He folded up a towel and placed it on what looked like the battery and some other stuff inside the car. It didn't exactly look like the comfiest place in the world but I scooted myself up to sit there anyways and stuck my feet on the bumper.
"Comfy?" He asked me returning from getting a couple tools he needed.
"Very" I said sarcastically. It really wasn't that bad. He let out a little laugh which made me do the same.
"So how long have you lived here?" He started working on the car that I was sitting on, his arm barely touching me. I was so glad he started the conversation. For being a girl, I sucked at it, especially with somebody I had a crush on.
"Pretty much my entire life. I moved here when I was four." I loved my neighborhood, wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
"That nice here huh!? I mean, to still be living here." He had stopped working, more like studying. He looked over at me.
"Yeah it is. It's quiet; nobody gets into your business, nice views." I had open fields behind me and... him in front. He had water on his side which was nice and I could see it from my house too.
"Everything you said is true. I like the quiet and being able to do what you want and nobody cares and the views are really nice."
I think I blushed after he said that because he licked his lips and then laughed a little. I looked down and saw that his hand was nearly two inches away from my leg. How I wanted to feel his hands on me. I noticed a long scar on the top and even before I realized it, I had grabbed his hand to get a better look at it.
"Whoa! Where'd you get that from?" Surprisingly he didn't take his hand away.
"I sliced it open on a piece of metal. It should have had stitches but I didn't feel like sitting and waiting."
"Good Job." I said smiling and letting go of his hand.
"You have grease on your hand now." He said with a smirk.
"I don't care. It's not the end of the world."
"You don't care huh?" I shook my head. "Then you wouldn't care if I put my hands here..." He stood in front of me and placed his hands on the sides of my thighs. "...and do this." He leaned in and lightly set his lips on mine, kissing my softly. I felt his tongue touch my lips and slide its way into my mouth. We sat there making out for what felt like forever to me. I didn't want to stop. His lips were soft and he was an incredible kisser.
Then his phone rang interrupting a perfect moment. He moaned a little. "Damn it. I'm sorry, I have to take this." We both licked our lips enjoying what we had just done. He walked over to the bench behind him and leaned up against it, answering his call and staring at me the entire time. I was honestly wondering if he was even paying attention to whoever was on the phone. I don't want to sound conceited or anything but it really looked like he wasn't focused on the call. Five minutes later, he hung up and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time." He said licking his lips again.
"You're not the only one." I answered barely audible. I believe he heard me because he smiled and walked back over to me, trailing his hands from my ankles up to my thighs. He started kissing me again, biting my lip gently. I placed my hand on one of his and coaxed it to my inner thigh. My other hand resting on his chest. As I was doing that, he started kissing down to my neck. I let out a slight whimper.
"You want to go and have some fun?" He whispered into my ear and started sucking on my neck again. I didn't answer back but I started to scoot off the car with him still kissing me. He noticed and stopped. He took my hand and led me into his house through the door that was connected to the garage. He then led me upstairs to his bedroom. Even though he was the only one that lived there, he closed the door behind us. I did the same thing so I didn't think twice of it. He left me standing there and walked over to sit on the edge of his bed. He then gave me that fingering motion to come over to him which I of course obeyed.
He held my waist and pulled me closer to him so that I was standing between his legs. He then slowly pulled my tank top up and took it off, leaving me in my bikini top. I felt his hot tongue against my lower stomach as he was circling it around my belly button piercing and giving me slow kisses all around while at the same time his hands were sliding down over my butt and my legs. He slid his hands back up to my waist and pulled me even closer towards him once again, this time making me straddle him. He started kissing my neck working his way down my collar bone to my chest. I felt both the string from around my neck and around my back loosen. He had untied them and pulled my top off baring my chest to him. He looked up at me, smiled and started moving my hips so that I would grind against him. My hands tightened around his shoulders and neck as he did this. My breathing got heavier and my heart started beating faster. I could feel him getting harder with each grind.
He stood up with me still wrapped around him and gently laid me down on his bed. Lying on top of me, between my legs and grinding against me, we started making out once again. My dreams and fantasies were now coming true.
He sat up and scooted off the bed. "You want some music?" He asked me this mischievous smile. I couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Sure." He went over to his stereo and turned on the radio. It came on blaring some "hits of today" music. I laughed at him again while he hurried and turned it down. He scanned through the channels till there was some soft rock playing and looked over to me. He raised his eyebrows and gestured his head toward the stereo asking me if that music was fine. I nodded my head in agreement. He walked back over to the front of the bed, knelt on it with one knee and kissed my lower stomach. I felt his fingers lace under the strings of my bikini bottom and my shorts. He started pulling them down inch by inch teasing me. I lifted my hips up allowing him easily to slip them completely off. He pulled me down so I was near the end of the bed now and spread my legs so they were wide and open for him. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. That's when I felt his hot tongue just barely touching, going around my lips down there. I felt him kissing and licking, teasing me to where I couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted him to touch my pulsing clit so bad. Just as I was about to tell him to do it already, I felt his tongue slowly slide against it. I took in a deep breath and bit my lip, it was so intense. I raised my head up to see him looking at me and smiling.
"Is that too much for you?" He asked jokingly.
"Don't even think about stopping there."
He laughed and went down on me again slowly, kissing, licking and sucking me into ecstasy. He had his arm wrapped around my waist keeping my hips down since I was starting to move around from the intensity he was bringing to me. In the meantime I had a firm grip on the blanket and the pillows, squeezing them till my knuckles hurt. My breathing was getting heavier and faster by the minute. My legs were starting to quiver. I had moans escaping from me like never before. He kept at it till I arched my back up from the pleasure and finally climaxing. I scooted myself back up to the pillows and just laid there breathing heavy while he started kissing my stomach, working his way back up to my lips where he softly kissed me.
"You okay?" He whispered to me.
I nodded my head. "Yeah." I could barely speak. He smiled and kissed me again. He went down to my neck and kissed me there while I got my breathing under control. He must have noticed that I was starting to relax again and my breathing was becoming a normal speed because he moved back up to my mouth. I felt him grind against me, still hard. I don't know how he had managed to keep himself under control. I reached down and started trying to get his buckle undone. I kept tugging and pulling with no success. I failed miserably. He started laughing at me because of the situation.
"Haven't you had enough?"
I bit my lip and smiled. "I want you inside of me."
He laughed. "Why didn't you tell me before? I would've slipped a couple fingers."
"Not funny. I'm serious."
He took a deep breath. "Anything for you." He whispered and kissed my forehead. He got up, undid his buckle with no problem, took his jeans and boxers off and came back to being on top of me.
"Are you sure you're ready for this again?" He asked, kissing me. I nodded my head. "Alright."
As soon as he said that, I felt him slowly guide himself in and out. I let out a deep breath knowing that there was going be a full ride ahead. With each thrust, he got deeper and deeper but still going at a slow and steady pace. He had his head buried into my neck, biting and sucking. I could hear him moaning while I lightly scratched his back up and down and digging my nails into him when he would hit an overly sensitive spot. A few minutes later we ended up cumming together, both of us breathing heavy and our hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm. It didn't last as long as when he went down on me but I definitely wasn't complaining. I already had one orgasm and he had a hard on for a long time. This guy seriously fulfilled all my fantasies about him, he was better than I expected. He was completely amazing in bed.
He slid off of me and reached over to the chair that was next to the bed and grabbed a blanket off of it. I rolled over to face him in the meantime. He wrapped both of us in the blanket and we laid there staring at each other, our eyelids getting heavy. He was stroking my hair which was making me more tired.
"So are you going to come over and help me more often?" He teasingly asked me.
"I definitely think I will."
He kissed me one more time before we both fell asleep in each other's arms.