Engine Heat

The mountain air was sharp with pine and cold metal, and I could smell her perfume—something floral and expensive—mixing with the sweat from our hike. Maya leaned against the hood of my Land Rover, catching her breath, her yoga pants clinging to every curve.

"God, I'm out of shape," she laughed, wiping her forehead.

"You're not out of shape. You're just not used to altitude." I tossed her a water bottle. "Two more miles to the chalet."

She took a long sip, then looked at me with those dark eyes. "Or we could... rest here for a bit."

The way she said it made my cock twitch in my shorts. We'd been dancing around this tension for weeks—her hands lingering on my chest during stretches, my thumb brushing her hip when I corrected her form. She was my client, but right now, in the middle of nowhere, she was just a woman who wanted me.

"Rest how?" I asked, stepping closer.

She didn't answer with words. She reached out, grabbed the front of my hoodie, and pulled me into a kiss that was all heat and hunger. Her tongue slid against mine, and I tasted the salt of her lips, felt her body press against me.

"Maya—"

"Shut up, Leo." She tugged at my waistband. "I've been thinking about this for months. Every time you touch me in the gym, I go home wet."

That did it. I spun her around, pressing her against the warm metal of the hood. Her ass pushed back against my hardening cock, and I groaned, grinding into her.

"Fuck, you feel good."

"Show me how good."

I yanked her pants down, just enough to expose her round, bare ass. She wasn't wearing underwear. Fuck. I slid my hand between her legs, finding her slick and hot. She moaned, spreading her legs wider.

"Leo, please—"

I didn't make her beg. I unzipped my shorts, my cock springing free, and lined myself up at her entrance. She was so wet I slid in with one smooth thrust, and she cried out, her hands gripping the hood.

"Yes—fuck, yes."

I grabbed her hips and started pounding into her, hard and fast. The metal of the car was cold against her chest, but she didn't seem to care. She was moaning, pushing back against me, meeting every thrust.

"God, you're tight," I grunted, leaning over her, my mouth at her ear. "You like my cock inside you?"

"Yes—oh god, yes—"

I reached around, found her clit with my fingers, and rubbed in tight circles while I fucked her. Her legs started shaking, and I knew she was close.

"Come for me, Maya."

She did—a scream swallowed by the mountain air as her pussy clenched around me. I held on, thrusting through her orgasm until I felt my own building. I pulled out at the last second, turned her around, and dropped to my knees.

"Open your mouth."

She sank down, taking me deep, her tongue working my shaft as I fisted her hair. Her eyes looked up at me, dark and hungry, and that was it. I came with a groan, hot and thick down her throat. She swallowed, licking me clean, then smiled.

"Now take me to the chalet."

Later, wrapped in a blanket by the fire, she traced patterns on my chest.

"That was... unexpected," she whispered.

"Best kind of workout."

She laughed, soft and warm. "You're going to make me come back for more sessions."

"I'm counting on it."

CATEGORIES: [Car fucking, Fitness, Mountain chalet, Trainer, Client]