Fix A Flat

Guy: Batista

Author: UtsSmutQueen

Rating: NC-17 Pure smut

Summary: In answer to a Round Robin kinda thing. I’m jumping the gun, but hey…what can ya do.

At the side of the road, in the dark, Kenzie kicked at her tire. “Stupid shit!” Just what she needed. She was on her way to see her boyfriend, who she hadn’t been with in over a month. He’d been on an extended business trip. So here she was at midnight, on a back road, speeding along and WHAM! Her front tire blows.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she punctuated each word with another kick. She had no clue how to change a tire; her dad or her boyfriend had always taken care of that. But she had to at least try.

She dug in the trunk and pulled out the tire iron. Kenzie sneered her nose at it, wondering how the hell she was going to lift the car with it. Or fix the tire. The urge to smash the heavy steel rod against the tire was strong. Sighing she hefted it to the front of the car.

She pried at the hubcap with her hand, cursing. Stupid thing. Belatedly she tried the flat end of the tire iron. Pushing with all her might, she fell forward when the hubcap popped off easily.

“FUCK!” Her hand hurt where she’d scraped it on the road. She’d dressed carefully for tonight; her white shirt now had dirty black marks across the front from the tire iron. The short black skirt she’d thrown on was now sporting a small rip on the side. Great.

“Need a little help?” An amused male voice spoke from the rear of her car. Kenzie jumped and turned. And had the insane urge to get up and run. The guy who had stopped was huge, at least six-six. His hair was dark stubble against his scalp. It was hard to tell with his headlights illuminating him from behind, but she thought he was smiling.

“No…everything’s wonderful,” she said, standing up, making a fruitless effort to wipe her shirt. It only made the dark stains worse. Her hands were filthy.

“Come on. I can get that tire fixed in about two minutes,” The guy stepped toward her and she took a compensating step back. Standing up didn’t make her feel any less small compared to him. He was close enough now for her to make out the outline of his muscular frame through the tight Tshirt and jeans that he was wearing. Very muscular. Her boyfriend worked out, but he was nothing compared to this guy. She found herself staring at his crotch, wondering if his dick matched the rest of his proportions.

She snapped out of it, realizing he’d taken her distraction for granted and had moved closer. Now she could see his smile, and that his eyes were dark. He was handsome, in a dark, mysterious kind of way.

“Umm…well…” she still hedged. “Aw…screw it. It’s all yours. Just…don’t turn into a raving psycho and get me with an ax when your done.”

“Deal.” The guy took the tire iron from her hand, then walked to her trunk. Kenzie crossed her arms over her chest and looked up and down the dark road. Not another car in sight. She cursed herself for taking this ‘shortcut’. All because she was in a hurry to get laid.

The guy came back to the front of the car and was using the jack. She couldn’t help herself; she found her eyes glued to his back as he raised the vehicle off the ground. Through the shirt, with the lights from his car, she could see the play of his muscles as he worked. He had the old tire off in short order, and was putting the spare into place before she realized he was almost done. He hadn’t spoken since he’d started, and she’d just taken him in, his movements, his form. The way he filled out his jeans.

And suddenly she wasn’t in a rush to get to her boyfriend’s house. As the guy put the last lug nut into place and tightened it down, she had the insane urge to go up and run her fingers over his short hair. To put her hand on his shoulder so she could feel them move. To test the hardness of those biceps that flexed and bunched whenever he moved.

Without realizing she was doing it, she’d stepped forward. The guy had just finished with the tire iron when she reached out, letting her fingertips brush the back of his neck. Surprised the iron slipped out of his fingers and bounced off his foot.

“Shit!” She bit back a giggle at his curse. He rose to his full height and hopped on one foot.

“It’s not…broken is it?” Kenzie asked, hoping he didn’t hear the way her voice caught. She was going to laugh. She knew it was coming.

“I fucking hope not,” he growled out, gingerly putting weight on his injured foot. He hissed in a breath, then relaxed, seeming to accept the pain.

“I’m sorry…my fault,” the laughter went out of her voice as she watched him limp to the rear of her car to put away the tire iron and the jack.

“Nah…I have butter fingers I guess,” he sounded like he wanted to kick himself for being clumsy. Kenzie thought that was adorable. “You’re all set now.”

“Hmm…yeah,” she looked at the tire. Then at him. Then back at the tire.

“Something wrong?”

“I was just wondering how I would ever repay you for doing this,” she said slowly. “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Dave. And you don’t have to repay me.”

“Oh, but…your foot!” Not wanting him to drive off, she walked toward him. “You hurt yourself helping me out. I feel like I owe you…something.”

“What did you have in mind?” Clumsy he might be, but he heard the obvious undertone in her voice.

Instead of answering, Kenzie rose up on her tiptoes and raised her arms. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him down to her and pressed her lips against his. Dave kissed her back, flicking his tongue out to meet hers as she deepened the kiss. Her fingers made small circular patterns on his cheeks, his jaw, then his neck as her hands slid lower. Dave wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his strong embrace, delving his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Kenzie felt her knees buckle. Good thing he was so damn solid…he was plenty to hold on to. She cupped his head in one hand, prolonging the kiss, as her other hand roamed down his shoulder and onto his arm. The man was like a satin covered rock; all smooth skin and hard muscle. She moaned low in her throat at the thought of feeling him pressing his naked body against hers. She’d never felt so small in her life. Or more turned on.

And he was feeling the same way. He ground his pelvis against her, and Kenzie could feel his cock through the thick material of the jeans he wore. She whimpered, trying to wiggle closer to him, frustrated because there were too many layers of clothing between them.

Dave finally broke the kiss, out of breath. He was still semi-controlled. He looked around, taking in the dark landscape and the endless miles of empty road in either direction. Without second guessing, he shuffled backward with her still in his arms until his legs touched the front bumper of his own car. He sank onto the hood, feeling it give slightly under his weight. The car was still running, and the engine was warm.

Ignoring the engine vibrating beneath him, Dave pulled Kenzie between his legs and began unbuttoning her shirt. He pushed the skimpy material aside, exposing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened visibly when the air hit them. Groaning in satisfaction, he leaned forward and caught one tight peak in his mouth, suckling it, flicking his tongue over it. He gently bit the nipple then soothed it with his lips. Kenzie moaned, holding his head against her, her hips rocking forward with each suck.

Dave moved his head from one hard tip to the other, giving them equal attention. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them in time to his rhythmic sucking. He slipped one down her stomach, over her waist, across her hip. His fingers pulled the stretchy material of her skirt, hiking it up.

Kenzie reached down to help him, pulling her skirt up to pool around her waist. Dave’s fingers slid into the waistband of her panties and he yanked hard, surprising her into a squeal. The flimsy material came away from her body with a soft ripping noise.

Kenzie shivered in anticipation. Her fingers tangled in the material of his shirt, yanking on it. Dave helped pull it over his head, then rose up from the hood of the car. Kenzie made short work of undoing the fly of his jeans. Dave shoved them down his hips, then put his shirt under his ass so the car wouldn’t get too hot. He sat back down. Kenzie couldn’t stand between his legs now; his jeans entangled his legs, and he couldn’t spread them.

She wasn’t interested in more foreplay. Just looking at that huge chest, those pecs…she wanted to fuck him until he screamed. Until she screamed for that matter. She pushed at the center of his chest, making him lean back and rest his weight on his elbows. Gingerly, she climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs. The hood was hot under her knees but she didn’t give a damn. Her hands immediately went down his chest and abs, and wrapped around his cock. She’d thought he’d be big and he didn’t disappoint. He was hard, throbbing, and thick…she thought just touching him would send her into orgasm.

She stroked him a few times, listening to his moans of approval. Had to make sure he was completely ready; she knew she was. Sliding forward a little more, she guiding the head of his cock to her clit and rubbed him across it, getting it wet with her juices. She shuddered, and couldn’t keep on with the torture. If she didn’t get him inside her soon, she was going to lose her mind.

She fed the first half inch of his thick cock into her pussy, holding herself above him with her legs. Kenzie slowly lowered herself, feeling every inch of him as he slid into her wetness, using her inner muscles to squeeze him. When he was fully sheathed, she took a moment to adjust to his size, to enjoy the feeling of fullness. She wiggled her hips experimentally, smiling at his hissed intake of breath. She could tell he was making himself wait until she was ready; not only could he change a tire but he was a considerate lay. She wondered if he was damn near perfect.

Pushing thoughts aside, she began riding him, slowly at first, using her thigh muscles to lift and lower her body. Her hands rested on his chest, fingers stroking his skin. Dave didn’t move…with his legs hanging down the front of the car it was almost impossible for him to do much but enjoy the ride. His hands rested on her waist, but he didn’t guide her; he let her do what she wanted.

Kenzie quickened her pace. His cock slid in and out of her, lubricated with her juices. She ground her hips with every down stroke, rubbing her clit against his pelvic mound.

“C’mon babe…fuck me…” Dave’s voice was thick with desire and lust. It sent a shiver down her back.

“Mmm..harder?” she asked. She didn’t know if he nodded or not; she began bouncing on his cock, putting all of her weight behind the movements. He was going in even deeper now, and she could feel her orgasm building in her lower stomach. “God…yes….” She managed to moan out.

Dave’s hands slid up and he cupped her breasts again, his fingers tweaking her nipples. She gasped and moved even faster.

“Like that baby?” his voice was a throaty purr.

“Yes…yes…yes…” she repeated the word over and over. Dave pinched her sensitive nipples harder, then squeezed her breasts, pressing them together. Kenzie cried out wordlessly, accepting the almost-pain of his touch and the sensation of his hot cock inside her.

“Fuck…” Dave groaned out the word as she clamped her muscles down around his cock. The friction the move caused made him yell out. He was on the edge, barely holding back now. “Mmm…come on baby…cum with me…”

“I…oh…” Kenzie gasped as the first shockwaves of her orgasm hit her. She slammed down onto him one more time and screamed out her release as the powerful climax overtook her. Dave had been waiting for it; he finally let himself go, losing himself in the feel of her contracting on his cock. He roared as he came inside her, his cock spurting deep into her.

Kenzie semi-collapsed against him, out of breath, lightheaded from the powerful sensations that had wracked her body. Dave’s arms went around her, his hands slowly smoothing the skin of her back.

She heard a noise, bringing her out of her post-coital trance. Looking up, she could see a car’s oncoming headlights.

“Oh…shit…” letting his cock slide from her, she quickly adjust her skirt and pulled her shirt together. She was barely aware of Dave standing on shaking legs and yanking his pants up. He’d barely tugged his shirt back on when the car was there, slowing, then coming to a stop behind Dave’s car.

The looked at each other, both fighting back laughter. It was a police car, a rarity for this country road.

“You people having car trouble?” The cop, a young guy, was stepping out of his car, flashlight in hand.

“No Officer. Just a flat tire,” Kenzie said in a surprisingly even voice. “We took care of it.”

“Oh. Well,” he tapped the light against his hand and looked from Kenzie to Dave. “You folks have a good night. And drive careful.”

“Thanks. We will,” Dave smiled at the other man then watched him go back to his car. They both burst out laughing as he pulled away. “That was close.”

“Too close,” Kenzie sobered and looked up at him. She couldn’t believe she’d actually fucked this guy at the side of the road. “Um…I guess I should go.”

“Yeah. Me too.” He reached out to push a strand of hair back from her face. “Thanks for the ride,” he said with a wink.

Kenzie laughed. “Thanks for plugging the hole. Um…fixing my tire I mean,” she grinned at him.

“My pleasure. Believe me. And my foot is all better,” he laughed. “And I realized something.”

“What’s that?” Kenzie asked, as she shut the trunk of her car and pulled the keys from the lock.

“I missed my calling. I really should have been a mechanic. They get paid a hell of a lot better than I do.” Laughing, they both retreated to their respective vehicles to continue on their journeys.

~End~