Wild, Wet, and Waiting

The summer evening was thick with heat, the kind that made your clothes stick to your skin and your thoughts flow restlessly. I’d just finished a long shift at the garage, my hands still faintly stained with motor oil despite scrubbing them raw. My phone buzzed as I tossed my tools into the truck bed, and I glanced at the screen: “You free tonight? Come over. I’m bored.” Lena’s name lit up above the message, and my pulse kicked up a notch. No emojis, no bullshit—just her, direct as always. Lena was trouble wrapped in a smile, with a laugh that could pull you in and eyes that promised she’d chew you up and spit you out if you weren’t careful. I typed back a quick “On my way” and peeled out of the lot, the hum of my engine matching the buzz in my veins.

Her apartment was in one of those old brick buildings downtown, the kind with creaky stairs and charm that came from years of wear. When I knocked, she opened the door wearing a loose tank top and cutoff shorts, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck from the heat. She looked me up and down, her lips curling into a teasing grin.

“Damn, Jake, you look like you just wrestled an engine,” she said, stepping aside to let me in.

I chuckled, wiping my brow. “Close enough. You gonna offer me a beer or just roast me all night?”

She smirked, heading to the fridge. “Both, probably.” The living room was dimly lit, a fan spinning lazily in the corner, doing little to cut the humidity. A half-empty bottle of rosé sat on the coffee table next to a bowl of cherries, and some low, sultry R&B played from a speaker. Lena handed me a cold bottle, her fingers brushing mine just long enough to send a spark through me.

“Sit,” she said, dropping onto the couch and patting the spot next to her. “You’re all tense. Rough day?”

I took a swig of the beer, the cold biting my throat. “Long day. Customers bitching, parts delayed—same old shit. You?”

She shrugged, popping a cherry into her mouth and tying the stem into a knot with her tongue before spitting it onto a napkin. The move was so casual, so effortlessly sexy, I had to look away to keep my thoughts in check. “Work was fine. Boring. I’ve been cooped up here all day, though. Needed some company.”

“Lucky me,” I said, leaning back, letting my eyes linger on her. Her tank top rode up slightly, showing a sliver of smooth skin above her shorts, and I caught myself staring. She noticed, of course—Lena never missed a thing.

“See something you like?” she teased, her voice low, playful.

I grinned, not bothering to deny it. “Always do.”

We talked for a while, the conversation easy but charged, like a storm brewing. She told me about some drama at her job, her laugh sharp and infectious as she mimicked her coworker’s voice. I shared a story about a guy at the shop who’d tried to fix his own car and made it worse, and she leaned closer, her knee brushing mine, her scent—something sweet like vanilla and heat—filling the space between us. The beer was gone too soon, and she poured us both glasses of her rosé, the pink liquid catching the light as she handed me one.

“You’re not usually a wine guy,” she said, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Trying to impress me?”

“Nah,” I shot back, taking a sip. It was crisp, a little sweet, not bad. “Just keeping up with you.”

She laughed, setting her glass down and shifting closer, her thigh pressed against mine now. “You think you can keep up with me, Jake?”

There it was—the challenge, the spark that always set us off. I set my glass down, turning to face her, our faces inches apart. Her lips were parted, her breath shallow, and I could see the want in her eyes, mirroring my own. “Wanna find out?” I murmured.

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, her lips brushing mine, soft at first, testing. Then she deepened the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth, and it was like flipping a switch. My hands found her waist, pulling her onto my lap, her legs straddling me as she pressed herself against me. She tasted like cherries and wine, and I groaned into her mouth, my cock already straining against my jeans.

“Fuck, Lena,” I muttered between kisses, my hands sliding under her tank top, feeling the heat of her skin. “You drive me crazy.”

“Good,” she whispered, her lips grazing my jaw, her nails raking lightly down my chest. “I like you a little crazy.”

She tugged my shirt off, her hands exploring my chest, my shoulders, like she was memorizing every inch. I yanked her tank top over her head, revealing her bare breasts, full and perfect, her nipples already hard. I cupped them, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, and she gasped, arching into my touch.

“Keep doing that,” she breathed, her hips grinding against me, the friction making me ache. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, then softer, teasing until she was whimpering, her fingers tangled in my hair.

“These shorts need to go,” I growled, my hands already working the button. She lifted her hips, letting me slide them off along with her panties, leaving her bare on my lap. Her pussy was glistening, wet and ready, and the sight made my mouth water. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“For you,” she said, her voice husky, her hands fumbling with my belt. “Now let me see that big dick.”

I helped her, shoving my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free, thick and hard. Her eyes darkened, a hungry edge to her smile as she wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly and deliberately. “Jesus, Jake,” she murmured. “This is gonna feel so good.”

Before I could say anything, she slid off my lap and onto her knees, her lips brushing the tip of my cock. The first touch of her mouth—warm, wet, perfect—made me groan, my head falling back. Her blowjob was slow at first, teasing, her tongue swirling around the head, then taking me deeper, her throat tight and hot. She moaned around me, the vibration sending shocks through my body, and I gripped the couch to keep from losing it too soon.

“Fuck, Lena, you’re too good at this,” I managed, my voice rough. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

She pulled back, her lips slick, her eyes locked on mine. “Not yet. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me.”

The words hit me like a punch, raw and filthy, and I hauled her back onto the couch, laying her down beneath me. She spread her legs wide, her pussy dripping, begging for me. I rubbed my cock against her folds, teasing her clit until she was squirming, her nails digging into my arms.

“Jake, stop teasing,” she panted, her voice desperate. “Fuck me. Please.”

I didn’t make her wait. I thrust into her, deep and hard, her tight, wet pussy gripping me like a dream. She cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. I set a steady rhythm, each thrust driving her into the cushions, her moans filling the room, loud and unrestrained.

“God, you’re so big,” she gasped, her hands clutching my back, her hips meeting every thrust. “Fuck me harder, Jake. I need it.”

I growled, grabbing her hips and angling her just right, hitting that spot that made her scream. Her pussy was so wet, the sound of it obscene and perfect, driving me wild. “You love this dick, don’t you?” I said, my voice low, rough. “Love how it fills you up.”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her body trembling, her walls tightening around me. “I’m so close, Jake. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I fucked her harder, deeper, my lips finding her neck, sucking and biting as she writhed beneath me. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy clenching around me, her cries sharp and desperate. The feel of her coming undone pushed me to the edge, my thrusts growing erratic.

“Lena, I’m gonna cum,” I groaned, my grip on her hips bruising.

“Inside me,” she begged, her voice raw, her eyes locked on mine. “Fill me up, Jake.”

Her words shattered me. With a final, deep thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her, the heat of it overwhelming. She moaned, her pussy milking every drop, her body shaking as she held me close. We stayed like that, panting, tangled together, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Finally, she laughed, soft and sated, her fingers tracing my jaw. “Well, that’s one way to cure boredom.”

I grinned, kissing her slow and deep. “Anytime you’re bored, you know where to find me.”

She smirked, shifting so I could feel the mess we’d made, her pussy still warm and wet. “Oh, I will.”