Free UseMe by Ann Cory Page B

smaller. Tiny droplets misted her skin and ran down all the places he
wanted to touch.
    His cock stirred.
    “This time maybe I’ll actually get the car.” She picked up
the hose and aimed the nozzle at the Porsche.
    Cal nodded and painfully walked into the garage to adjust
himself. He opened a box marked ODDS AND ENDS and moved a bunch of junk around,
all the while keeping an eye on Sabrina. It seemed she didn’t mind if he
watched, but he didn’t want to be obvious to everyone else. At any rate, he
lacked the willpower to pull his gaze away. A goddamn fantasy was going on at
the house across the street. A very wet and very wild one. Enough to distract
him from getting a single thing accomplished.
    His cell phone vibrated in the back pocket of his shorts. Lousy
timing.
    Cal flipped the phone open. “Yeah?”
    “It’s Jack.”
    “And?”
    “Man, I’m running late. It’ll be another hour before I can
drop the car off.”
    “Fine.”
    “You sound distracted. Busy or something?”
    “I moved, idiot. ’Course I’m busy.”
    “Right. Check you later.”
    “Yep.”
    He closed the phone and tossed it on one of the boxes.
    His friend said he’d sounded distracted, but distracted
didn’t even come close. Cal couldn’t help but keep his attention on Sabrina.
Her every movement jacked his pulse. The way she soaped the car. The way the
muscles in her thighs rippled when she bent down. The way she raised to her
tiptoes to wash the roof of the car. He loved how her shorts rode up, just
enough to give him a peep show. Cal wanted to be the thin layer of denim
nestled between her thighs.
    His body shuddered. Sabrina distracted him to a point of
ridiculousness. While it had been about a year since he’d last gotten laid,
he’d never gotten this wound up over a woman. Somehow, she’d thrown the switch
to keep him locked on fuck-me mode. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. As he
watched the back spray coat her golden body, his mind conjured some interesting
scenarios.
    He pictured her sprawled spread-eagled, beaming at him with
her infectious smile, lashes fluttering, her pussy glistening wet. He could
almost hear her seductive voice saying, “look at me, look at me” and begging
him to lick every inch of her dry.
    Cal wanted to run over there, strip her naked and fuck her
on the hood of the car. Watch her writhe until she came, screaming his name,
those dimples etched deep into her cheeks.
    Looking down, he noticed his cock seconded that fantasy.
    He ran a hand down his face. Maybe it was good she’d be
leaving. Otherwise he’d have to move his recliner out into the front yard and
stay parked in it all day and night. Just to sneak a peek. Who needed cable? A
hot college girl in a string bikini, wet and squealing, served all his
entertainment needs. Well, not all of them, but enough.
    A groan dislodged from his throat at the sight of Sabrina
moving to the rear of the car. Baby got back. The denim accentuated her
firm ass to agonizing perfection. He glanced up in time to see her look back at
him over her shoulder and wink. His jaw unhinged. She turned away and swiveled
her ass while bending down to scrub the license plate.
    “I’ll be damned,” he said under his breath. “She made damn
certain that I was watching.”
    Cal quit pretending to unpack the box and rested his elbows
on the lid. This was a spectator sport that suited him. He took in the sight of
Sabrina’s toned, svelte body. Nothing about her appeared harsh. She seemed
soft, shapely, approachable. Had he bigger balls, he’d stalk up behind her and
slip his dick between her thighs without warning. She’d gasp, faking surprise.
Probably pretend she didn’t want his big cock poking into her. Then she’d untie
her bikini top and let her breasts fill his hands.
    Without a word, she’d unzip her shorts, let them fall around
her ankles along with her bikini panties and lean forward, placing her hands on
the car, ass up. He’d plunge his cock into her