Chapter 85 Vignette 77
The garage smelled of gasoline and rain, the faint hum of cooling engines in the air. Ava stood beside her instructor, listening as he explained the intricacies of the bike’s throttle.
But then the air shifted in the garage when he stepped into it. The club owner.
He drove his bike like he didn't care about anyone, like he didn't care he was stabbing the quiet of the serene environment.
She turned to steal a glance while he packed his bike. She watched him peel off his helmet and hang it on the handlebar. Her eyes lingered on his body, observing every detail of him…the way his shirt clung to his chest with the faint sheen of sweat tracing the hard lines of the muscle beneath.
She'd always fallen for this man but he never seemed to notice her enough.
Who was she anyway? An ordinary apprentice whom she didn't think he would ever be attracted to.
Her eyes hovered on him. Admiring. Fantasizing, sudden nervousness creeping into her veins.
But then…
He lifted his gaze and he caught her staring intensely, eyes lingering around his shoulder…the perfect athletic shoulders that were wide and muscular.
He stood for a bit, watching her stare. She didn't notice yet.
But when her gaze shifted upward and landed on his eyes, her spirit left her. She flinched, breathing unsteady, heart pounding in her ears..
Meeting his stare felt like a punch. She quickly looked away and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear.
His lips curved in a smile. He stared at her for a beat long before continuing his steps.
Her instructor greeted him, the man on the far corner of the garage did too.
He barely responded before he walked into the office building.
She tried to concentrate again but she couldn't. Her mind continuously drifted to something she tried hard not to think about, but failed in all the attempts.
Just as she hoped restlessly for, her instructor was done explaining things to her.
“Get some rest, we've got work to do tomorrow.”
Her roommates were on leave. She's the only one spending the night in the clubhouse. It was going to be another one of those boring nights again. Or maybe not.
She stepped inside the room, the door clicking shut behind her. She breathed, then flopped herself to the bed.
Her mind quickly drifted to her boss. The one who always made her wet by simply being around. She knew she didn't have a chance with him. They've made eye contact a couple of times and his eyes always held a different meaning from how she thinks he thinks of her.
But she swore she was only misinterpreting everything. He would never want her. She thought.
She sat up on the bed and pulled her shirt over her head, her heart beat suddenly too loud. She had no idea why.
She wiped the sudden sweat trickling down her forehead and just stared at her reflection on the wall mirror in front of her.
She heard footsteps outside the room and suddenly became aware that she left the door unlocked. She stood up immediately and strode towards the door.
But as she reached for the door to close it, it suddenly swung open. Her eyes widened, breath hung in her chest as she stood, shocked and uncovered.
It was the club owner. The one she secretly drooled over.
Her arms moved with impulse, crossing her chest to hide her breasts.
But he didn't move, just stared at her like he’d expected this. She stumbled backward and he stepped in.
She rushed to the bed and grabbed her shirt, heart pounding mercilessly. She didn't put it on. Just placed it on her chest to cover her breasts.
“S- Sir, you shouldn’t be here.” She said, pulse racing.
He stepped closer, “do I need permission to walk into the rooms in my own club?”
Her lips stuttered. She tried to respond but words couldn't escape her throat. Just hung there, alongside her breath.
She took steps backward as he stepped closer to her. But soon she hit a wall.
Now there was nowhere to move. No where to run if she wanted to.
He closed the distance between them with slow deliberate strides…one that made her chest rise and collapse rapidly, his chest nearly pressing hers, faces less than an inch apart.
She clenched her fist, her eyes fixed on his eyes. Her legs felt weak. Too weak to keep her on her feet. But she stood anyway.
The heat from his body seeped into her skin, his scent piercing her nostrils. She'd never seen him at such a close distance. He looked more handsome, his sharp facial features more visible.
His gaze stripped her… the way he ran it from her eyes down to her lips, then her collarbone. And then her chest.
He let it linger there for a moment. Then he took his eyes back to her eyes.
“Sorry… for barging in here. I didn't think you'd leave the door unlocked.”
She breathed, unable to believe he'd just apologized.
“I- It's okay, I was just about to lock the door but you…”
His hand brushed hers, she didn’t pull away. Just stopped thinking. Her brain screamed.
Silence.
None of them said a word. Just let the silence and tension boil awkwardly.
But moments later, his voice broke it…low, whispery, “I can’t keep pretending,” he said finally. “I want you.”
Her brows lifted, surprised.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to hold back.”
His breath and voice hit her like a wave. Her cheeks flushed, lips parted like she
wanted to make her own confession but couldn't find words.
“I know you feel something for me too. We need to stop hiding it.”
Her eyes remained fixed on his eyes. She slowly nodded. And as if that was all he needed to hear, he leaned further and kissed her.
Her breath hitched, hands and legs froze. Her throat tightened.
His lips were the kind she'd always fantasized in her dreams.. Soft, full, tasted of strawberry. Her stomach curled and she didn't even know when she kissed back.
The kiss grew wetter, hotter, with each gliding second. But her hands still stayed glued to the shirt she held to cover her breasts.
He put his hand around her waist, holding it firm as he lost himself in her lips and soft skin. Her eyes were shut closed as they both savored each other.
Heat grew between her thighs, panties getting soaked in the juices dripping off her pussy.
His cock rose against his trousers, piercing hard against it like it was being deprived of something that belonged to it.
Then he broke the kiss to take in air. But she still leaned in like she didn't want to stop kissing him, even for a split second.
His gaze went down to her arms…the one draped across her breasts. He reached for it, held her wrist and pulled it out from her breasts. The shirt fell to the ground and her breasts stood bare, firm and round, nipples pointing to him as if inviting him for a suck.
She gasped.
He lifted a hand and grabbed one of her tits. Her breath hitched, lips parted, reaching for his lips again.
He kissed her, hands squeezing her breasts, kneading. She moaned.
He lifted her and soon, she found herself on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, his tight abs made her breathing cease. She quickly reached for the waist band of her trousers and dragged it down her legs, then pulled her panties next.
He groaned, “I'm going to fuck you so hard tonight,”
He undid his buttons like he didn't want to waste a second. Then pulled off his trousers.
His cock was so big and thick, confined in his boxer briefs. The part where the tip rested was stained with pre-cum.
He pulled the boxer off as well.
She moaned just by sighting his bare cock. Her pussy clenched, dripping liquids like it was begging for his cock to take her, lips soft and swollen.
She spread her legs as he stepped forward and knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
He bit his lower lips, breathing unsteady as he held his heavy cock in his hand.
He held her hips and dragged her closer to him, his erect cock pointing to her wet pussy.
He held it in his hand and made the tip dangle on her pussy. She was screaming.
He made the veiny shaft glide on her entrance. She couldn't get a hold of herself. Just screamed like she didn't care if people outside heard.
Then, by the time he inserted his cock inside…slow and sweet. He let her pussy swallow all his length. Then he started fucking her hard, her juices soaking his cock.
She moaned, screamed, losing breath with each slurpy thrust, the room door half open.
Outside, her instructor and the other man from the far corner of the garage earlier, stood at the door, listening and peeping their boss as he fucked his apprentice.