Sal en Nuestra Piel

The garage smelled of motor oil and salt, a mix that clung to my skin as I watched Lena pull the tarp off her father's old convertible. She hadn't changed in three years — still that same crooked smile, still those fingers that used to trace patterns on my chest at 2 AM.

"You actually came," she said, tossing the canvas aside. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light.

"Couldn't resist." I leaned against the workbench. "You said you had something to show me."

"Always impatient." She walked toward me, her sandals slapping concrete. "I wanted to do this at the hotel, but you were always with your friends."

"I know."

She stopped inches away. I could smell her perfume, something floral and expensive, fighting the gasoline. Her hand found my belt.

"Lena..."

"Shut up." She unbuckled me, her eyes never leaving mine. "I've been thinking about this since I saw you at the bar."

Her fingers wrapped around my cock, already hard. She stroked me slowly, deliberately, her thumb circling the tip. I grabbed her waist, pulled her against me.

"I missed your hands," I breathed.

"I missed all of you." She dropped to her knees on the gritty floor. "Now let me show you how much."

She took me in her mouth without warning, her tongue flat against the underside. I gasped, my hand finding her hair. She worked me deep, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes watering. I watched her — this woman who'd left me without a word — now on her knees in a garage, taking my cock like she needed it to breathe.

"Fuck, Lena."

She pulled off, a string of saliva connecting us. "Not yet." She stood, turned around, and bent over the hood of the car. Her sundress rode up, revealing no panties.

"Come on," she said, looking back at me. "Take what you wanted three years ago."

I didn't hesitate. I stepped behind her, guided myself to her wetness, and pushed in. She was tight, hot, perfect. I grabbed her hips and began to move.

"You feel so good," she moaned, her ass pressing against me with each thrust.

I reached around, found her clit, rubbed in circles. She bucked against me, her breathing ragged.

"Harder."

I gave it to her — pounding into her, the car rocking beneath us, her moans echoing off the concrete walls. She came with a cry, her body shaking, her pussy clenching around me.

I pulled out, turned her around, and lifted her onto the hood. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I entered her again, deeper this time, my face buried in her neck.

"I'm close," I whispered.

"Me too." She bit my shoulder. "Come inside me."

That did it. I spilled into her, my body shuddering, her nails digging into my back. We stayed like that, breathing hard, sweat mixing on our skin.

She laughed softly. "The garage, of all places."

"You always did like the dirty spots."

She kissed me, slow and sweet. "We should do this more often."

I smiled against her lips. "Maybe in a cleaner place next time."

"No promises."

CATEGORIES: [In the Garage, Former Lovers, Car, Hardcore, Rough Sex]