Race With a Heart
Chapter 229: Madly in Love

Chapter 229: Madly in Love

"I have to admit, she’s a real beauty," Martin all the way jumped up in surprise hearing Steve’s voice. "So she’s the one you spent all day today with? She’s the one stealing you from me?"

"Steve, what are you doing here?" Martin stared at him with wide-open eyes. Paxton’s presence surprised him so much that he could barely gather his thoughts. "Shouldn’t you be at, I don’t know, some meeting right now?"

"Are you angry that I caught you with her? I disturbed your little one-on-one?" Paxton stepped a tad closer. His lips were adorned with a provocative, slightly crooked smile and his eyes glowed with challenge. Martin’s heart momentarily hit harder. "I know she’s beautiful, I have to admit it myself, but I feel like showing her who you belong to."

"Steve, not here..." Martin asked looking around the interior of the workshop. It was empty, of course, if you don’t count the two of them. Not a living soul. Only cars. Including the beautiful red Impala, which he could now feel behind his back pinned against it by Paxton.

"Where are Teddy and the new guy, what’s his name? I don’t ask about high school students, I know they’re at school."

"August? He went to lunch. Teddy has a follow-up appointment with the eye doctor."

"You didn’t go with August? He left you alone?" Steve moved a little closer to him definitely invading Martin’s personal space and piercing his body with a pleasant shiver. Martin had a feeling that in a moment sparks would start flying between the two of them.

"I wasn’t hungry" he explained in a defensive tone. "And besides, someone should watch the workshop..."

"Has he gone long?"

"No, not long ago. Just recently..."

"So we have at least a few minutes..."

"A few minutes for what...?"

Steve moved even closer. Martin could clearly smell his scent, which he loved so much and which always drove him crazy, although the expensive cologne and leather smell was no longer accompanied by cigarette smoke. Paxton reached out his hand and Martin was sure it was to embrace him, but he gently closed the Impala’s hood. Only then did he turn his face to Martin.

"Damn," he cursed in a slightly hoarse voice. "I never thought I’d be jealous of a car. Why do I get the feeling that you’d rather spend time with her than with me?"

Martin almost couldn’t breathe completely overwhelmed by Steve’s sensual charm, but he still refused to give him his lips.

"Today - yes. I’d rather be with her."

"So you’re angry with me? For what? Loreen is the past, after all, you know. Since I’ve been with you, I haven’t had anyone else," Steve tenderly touched his cheek and Martin was already trembling all over, unable to break free from the sensual spell the man was spreading around him. His throat was dry and the moisture of Paxton’s breath was like a life-giving oasis to him.

"I’m not angry," Martin explained, trembling. "I’m just a little stressed. Working on the engines helps me de-stress."

"I know another way to do that," said Steve in his enticing voice.

"Which one? Oh, I don’t think you’re talking about..."

Steve gently embraced his shoulders taking away his ability to move and brought his face so close that their lips should touch in a moment.

"Stop it," asked a blushing Martin. "I’m all covered in grease. You’ll get dirty..."

"That’s how you are most sexy."

"Steve..."

There was no point in convincing or defending himself. Paxton always won. It wasn’t because he applied force, it was because Martin’s body craved him so crazily that his reason’s defiance yielded to the promise of pleasure every time.

"I wanted so badly to fuck you in the shower..." Paxton began to undo the zipper of Martin’s jumpsuit. Martin allowed him to do so without a shadow of objection feeling his nipples harden and that treacherous spot between his legs. The suit slid off his shoulders and lower to his knees, leaving him in only his underwear, which could not hide the state he was in. "To have you so close and not be able to touch..."

Steve turned Martin’s back to himself and his front to the hood of the beautiful Impala, took Martin’s hands and spread them on the hood. The young mechanic felt the coolness of the metal on his hard nipples, which pierced his body with another wave of delightful shudder. Spread out on the mask, he felt Steve pull his shirt up with one hand and kiss his back. Steve’s other hand began sliding into Martin’s shorts and caressing his buttocks.

"Oh, Steve, no...!" Martin groaned in a last attempt forced on him by reason.

"Are you sure you don’t won’t to?" Paxton stopped his every move. "Are you sure you want me to back off?"

Martin trembled, this time from fear. His body was already so aroused that if Steve interrupted, it would leave him in a state of anguish and frustration.

"No," he groaned resignedly. "I mean I don’t want you to back off. Take me. Just make it quick. Let’s do it before they come back. Oh!"

Martin already had Steve’s moist finger inside him staggering in circles to loosen him up and prepare him for entry. His nipples and penis were rubbing against the classically beautiful car and the finger of the world’s sexiest driver was dancing inside him. Martin couldn’t believe how shamelessly his body was behaving. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth and moaned quietly.

"I love the sounds you make of yourself," murmured Steve in his ear. "It won’t be long now, baby. I’m going to pamper your little butt like it should be."

A finger slid out from inside him and Martin’s briefs went down before he could respond to anything. He felt, the pleasant pressure of a hand on his buttocks. He felt the wetness between them and then the familiar thrust of a member ready for action.

"Oh!" Martin let out a shuddering cry, muffled by reason. Whenever they made love in the workshop he was afraid they would be busted, but there was something incredibly exciting in that same fear.

Steve slid into him with a murmur of satisfaction, stretching the narrow tunnel with all his thickness.

"Ever since I tasted this asshole, I haven’t even looked at any other," he explained pumping Martin’s softness like a piston in an engine. "What a delightful hole! Hell, Martin, I’ve had many in my life, but only you..."

Why does Steve say these words to him? Is it because of Loreen? Is he afraid that Martin will be jealous? But Martin wasn’t jealous, was he? And Steve knows that Martin’s love for him and his faith will not be shaken by some chance encounter with Paxton’s ex?

"Steve, I know... I know and... I love you... I trust you..."

It was hard for him to speak when every push from Paxton squeezed the breath out of him, but some words must be said.

"I’m so crazy about you!"

Steve also found it hard to speak, his voice trailed off with effort, turned into a snarling whisper. Actually, he didn’t need to say the words. Martin knew that Steve loved him to madness, but it was nice for him to hear this confession.

"Oh, Steve...! It feels... so good!"

Yes, it felt good, it felt heavenly good rubbing his torso against that beautiful car with cold hood while the sexy man in the back was oozing his body like it was his property.

"God, Steve...!"

A shudder of ecstasy shook Martin’s body. He breathed heavily, almost unconscious from pleasure unable to believe how he loved being taken by Steve....

***

Opposite the auto repair shop stood a black sports car. It was not the latest model, in fact it was already several years old, but it looked great. This car sometimes parked here, usually quite late in the evening, when one of the mechanics working at the workshop stayed longer at work. Actually, "working" and "work" didn’t quite fit here. The young man was not officially employed. He was a former employee who stopped by from time to time to poke around in some cars. He didn’t do it for the money, as he now had a well-paying job, I guess he just liked coming here and getting his hands dirty with grease. And almost always some time later this sports car would show up and the jobless mechanic would disappear into it as if absorbed by another, more sophisticated world.

He wasn’t sure, but he thought he knew who the black sports car belonged to. He wanted to make sure, so he walked so he could see the driver’s face. The car, however, was empty. He turned his head toward the garage. Could it be that the driver was inside?

He wanted to check, to see if he was right. If he has it, maybe he’ll ask for an autograph or a photo together. He took out his smartphone. Holding it in his hand, he entered the workshop....

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