Just before noon, a message echoed over the public address system into the repair bay
"Would Gendry come to Reception please? Customer waiting."
The interruption was welcome. He'd been feeling unsettled and irritated since Robb stopped Arya coming up to his flat the night before. Ok, she'd been drunk, but earlier in the day Robb had given Gendry his blessing to go out with his little sister - even asked him to 'sort her out'. After the dinner… well, after the finger licking thing, Robb had gone all Grumpy Lord Stark on them; telling Arya and Sansa they were an embarrassment and insisting they go home to sleep off too much Champagne. Robb had a bloody cheek. They were all only involved in this farce because he'd got himself into a right mess. Bloody Starks.
Gendry wiped the oil off his hands as best he could while he walked across the yard to the reception building. As he rounded the corner into the parking area he saw Sansa's convertible Mercedes parked outside. Oh God, what did she want? Robb yesterday, Sansa today. He cursed the Bloody Starks again.
When he wandered into reception there was no sign of Sansa, no sign of anyone except the receptionist. She looked up at Gendry, blushed as she always did when she had to talk to him, and told him his girlfriend was in the showroom talking to Tobho Mott. What the fuck – girlfriend? Arya must be here too. He hurried off to the showroom.
There was no sign of Sansa, but Arya was there: so beautiful in a summer dress, surrounded by gleaming new Mercedes and listening attentively to his boss while the old man gave her his sales pitch. Gendry knew better than to interrupt Mr Mott mid flow as, if the boss though he'd lost a sale because of Gendry's interruption, there would be hell to pay. So he hung around and pretended to look at the brochures until they'd finished, all the while running the concept of Arya as his 'girlfriend' around in his head. That's what she must have told the receptionist. That's what he'd always wanted and now it looked like he'd got it. The thought of it made him grin like a stupid idiot.
Tobho Mott's big voice boomed across the showroom "Ah, Gendry! Did you know Lady Arya here has a birthday coming up and Lord Stark has tasked us with making sure she gets her present on time?"
So she was getting a new Mercedes for her twenty first birthday? And he'd been stupid enough to think she'd come here to see him. His big, stupid grin turned into a frown.
"That's very generous of Lord Stark" was all he could manage to mutter. It seemed that, everywhere he turned, Arya's money and aristocratic family were being rammed down his throat. Everything and everyone seemed to be conspiring against him – making him feel increasingly unworthy of her.
Tobho was obviously delighted at the prospect of another Stark sale.
"Well, young lady, just get back to me when you've decided on the model and the colour, but don't leave it too long as we want to make sure it's here for the big day! I'll just go and check the import times now" and with that, Tobho left the two of them alone in the showroom.
"So you're getting a new car then?" Gendry was trying to keep the bitterness and the jealously he felt out of his voice. He wasn't sure he was succeeding.
"Yeah, apparently. I hadn't really thought about it until Mr Mott cornered me in reception. It seems my Dad's already spoken to him about it. It's a Stark thing - we all get them for our twenty first. Would you like to help me choose it?"
He must have pulled a face, as Arya blushed, finally realising a new Mercedes was way out of his reach and asking him to help her choose it was just rubbing his nose in it. She immediately changed the subject.
"But I didn't come here for that. I came here to see you. You weren't answering your phone this morning and after Robb was such a prick last night, not letting me come up, I've been desperate for you to finish what you started under the table." She smiled shyly up at him. "I was wondering what you're doing at lunch time and if maybe we could go back to your flat, for …you know…some lunch and maybe you could eat me?" she murmured and she flushed scarlet as soon as she said it.
He couldn't help grinning again thinking about what they'd started last night and the fact that talking about it was making her so embarrassed. That was one of the things he loved most about her – the contradiction of her being so innocent and also so damn sexy. He pushed her hair off her left shoulder. Any excuse to touch her.
"Sounds wonderful, but I can't. I only get thirty minutes for lunch, so you're just going to have to be patient until tonight. Anyway, I wasn't deliberately not answering my phone. I can't have it on in work and you must have phoned after I started."
Arya looked like a sulky toddler who wasn't getting her own way and she wasn't going to just give up that easily.
"Yeah well, I wasn't up too early this morning. I suppose I was a bit drunk last night. But I can't wait until tonight. I want you now. I've already been waiting since last night" and she stood on her tip toes and kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. He pulled away - hopefully before anyone saw them.
"Well we can't always get what we want, Milady! You'll just need to learn to be patient." She didn't look pleased with that prospect.
"Come on baby, don't sulk. It'll be even better after all this anticipation." She tried to kiss him again, but he wouldn't let her.
"Arya, come on, we're in the showroom!"
She scowled at him.
"Can you not take a half day off your work and spend it with me?" she pleaded
"No! I need to give notice. Anyway, it's only a few more hours. Go and have a cold shower and I'll see you tonight."
She was still frowning at him. She was obviously used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it and was not at all happy at being denied now. Well, tough! He thought. Ordinary people have to work for a living and couldn't just swan off in the middle of the day for a shag. He thought of Robb and Talisa in his flat on Monday afternoon. If Arya wanted to be with him she was going to have to accept he wasn't at her beck and call.
"Come on. Cheer up. What time tonight? Do you want to come over or do you want me to take you out? Maybe we could go for dinner again?" and he couldn't resist winking at her.
"Oooh – you are so infuriating! Just go back to your bloomin' work then." She scowled and folded her arms. He half expected her to start stamping her feet like a frustrated toddler.
"See you tonight then. Girlfriend." and he walked off, leaving her standing, scowling in the showroom.
He had not long got back to the old Mercedes he was welding, put his gauntlets and mask back on, fired up the gas again when his name was called over the public address system for the second time.
"Could Gendry come to reception please? Gendry to reception."
Jeez – what now. He pulled off the gauntlets, helmet, shut off the gas and stomped back to reception. Arya was talking to Tobho Mott again. 'Talking' to him wasn't really an accurate description. As Gendry strode across the yard, he could see her flick her hair as she threw her head back in an exaggerated laugh at one of Tobho's, always awful, jokes. She was flirting with the boss.
"Ahh Gendry" Tobho Mott boomed as he approached. "This delightful young lady tells me she needs some assistance with her sister's car."
Gendry just stood and looked from one to the other. What was she up to now? Arya sneaked a cheeky wink at him when Tobho wasn't looking.
"Now Lady Stark, explain to the lad, what the fault is..."
Arya stroked Tobho's arm and looked coyly up at the old man through her lashes.
"Well, Sansa says that, on long journeys the engine makes a funny sort of noise and she really wanted Mr. Waters to have a look at it as he's been soooo helpful before."
Gendry gave Arya a 'What the Fuck?' look that she didn't acknowledge. Instead she kept up her 'little girl lost' act with his boss.
"Sansa says it only happens when she drives to London, and we can't explain what the noise is. You know us - don't know a thing about cars, so we thought we'd ask the experts."
Gendry was sure Tobho's chest puffed up with pride at the compliment.
"Sansa suggested that, if Mr. Waters comes with me, then he could hear the noise himself and he would know what it was".
"Of course Miss Stark. Don't you worry, Gendry will sort it out – he knows his cars." Tobho boomed while smiling indulgently at Arya. Lady Stark wasn't finished with Mr. Mott yet.
"I really don't know how long it'll take to hear the noise again, so we might be away some time. We might even have to drive all the way to London, as that's when Sansa says it happens. When do you need him back?" and she actually fluttered her eyelashes at Tobho.
Gendry was gob smacked. Arya had Tobho wrapped around her little finger. Surely the boss wasn't going to fall for this bullshit story? But, somehow, he seemed to be swallowing it - hook, line and sinker.
"Gendry, go with Lady Stark and sort out her problem."
"Err, Tobho, I'm in the middle of welding that old 450 SLC"
"That can wait Bull, no hurry for that. You go and help this young lady. Take as long as you need."
"But…" Gendry started to say
"But nothing! The Starks are our best customers and they'll get the best service at Baratheon's garage. Take as long as the job needs and don't you come back until you get to the source of this noise!" Tobho was clearly getting annoyed at having his orders queried in front of Arya.
Gendry shrugged. His boss was ordering him to leave his work to spend time with Arya and he was arguing?
"Fine" he muttered. I'll just go and get out of these overalls before I get in your fancy car Milady". He glowered at Arya. She had a self satisfied smirk on her face. Of course he wanted to spend the afternoon with her, but he was annoyed she was getting her own way AGAIN. An unwelcome thought nagged at the back of his mind – she's just using you. All she wants is sex.
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She was leaning against Sansa's convertible Mercedes when he came out. She looked like something out of an MTV video. She was all long brown legs and killer curves. Her dress and hair were moving around her in the light breeze. Even if she was using him, who could resist that? He certainly couldn't and it was all he could do to stop himself from running across the car park to her. He dropped his bike jacket and helmet in the back seat. She threw him the keys.
"Come on, drive me crazy."
Gendry was beginning to realize she was the one driving him crazy.
As soon as they were in the car, she arranged her dress, so that it was just covering her panties, leaving her slim, brown thighs in full view.
"So where were we last night Mr. Waters?" she licked her lips and looked across at him, eyes half closed, presumably expecting him to continue with the under the table thing, but that wasn't what she was going to get…yet.
He was still pissed off with her for not listening to him when he told her he couldn't leave his work, pissed off that she couldn't just be patient for a few hours and really pissed off that she'd gone behind his back to plead for time off from his boss. Arya always got what Arya wanted but he still hadn't got a proper apology for Monday night.
"Hmm, I think you'd just started apologizing to me for telling me that I'd fucking do."
"Oh. That." Instantly her body language changed from playful and sexy to spiky and defensive. She pulled her dress down over her knees.
"I said I was sorry. I've tried to be honest with you about how I felt the first time I saw you. But that was before…before I remembered how much fun we had together and before the great sex. You know I don't think that about you now, don't you?"
"Do I? How do you know what I think Arya? You think it's ok to turn up at my work and trick my boss into giving me the rest of the day off just so you can get a shag when you feel like it! You think that makes me feel great? You think that makes me feel like we've got a future?" He was trying to stay calm, trying to stop himself from shouting at her. He couldn't look at her. Instead he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. Now he'd started, all the hurt and the rage from that night came flooding back to him.
"Do you really want to know how that makes me feel? It makes me feel like you're just using me." And he finally looked across at her. She did look shocked.
"I'm not just using you. I thought you'd like to spend the afternoon with me too and ok, so I hoped you'd make love to me, but is that so wrong? I just want you to make me feel that good again. But if that's not what you want, you need to tell me Gendry!"
"I want you to introduce me to your family as your boyfriend. I want you to invite me up to Winterfell so I can give Rickon that ride on my bike I promised him and I want us to go out on a date on Saturday night and you to stay over, no matter what bloody Robb says about it. Oh, and I don't want you talking to Robb and Jon about us again. EVER." He glowered over at her.
"Ok. Deal. You come up to Winterfell on Saturday afternoon and I'll make sure Rickon is around. I'll tell Mum and Dad that we're serious about each other and we'll go out on Saturday night." She made it all sound so simple, but then maybe everything was that easy when you had money and family and got a brand new Mercedes for your bloody birthday. Anyway, she'd agreed to do what he'd asked, so he had to give her a chance to prove she meant it. He relaxed his grip on the wheel and started the car.
"So. Now you've got the rest of the day off, where are we going?" Arya asked
"Well, I want to get washed and changed, so we're going back to my flat first."
"Ok. Great." She said brightly.
He pulled the car out of the car park and out onto the main road. As he drove, he was aware of her hoisting her skirt up again and out of the corner of his eye he could see her stroking the insides of her thighs with her long, slim fingers. She was acting as if they'd never had that argument. He was still pissed off - not as much as before, but she was acting like she hadn't a care in the world.
Gendry was finding it hard to concentrate on driving with her flashing her thighs. That wasn't all he was finding hard. He vividly remembered how fantastic she felt under the table last night and he took one hand off the wheel to slide it under her bunched up dress to her panties. The silky material was wet under his fingers.
"I think you should just concentrate on driving and let me do that." Her voice was low and sexy. He did what he was told and put his hand back on the steering wheel; wondering what she was going to do next. Her right hand disappeared under her skirt. Between trying to keep his eyes on the road and her skirt being in the way, he couldn't see exactly what she was doing but he could certainly imagine where her fingers were. She moaned and shifted in her seat, turning towards him.
"Tell me how I taste?" She slid the index and middle fingers of her right hand into his mouth. He greedily sucked her fingers, feeling her long nails on his tongue and her musky, animal taste in his mouth. After a few moments she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and back under her skirt.
"You taste fucking wonderful Arya, but I knew that already. I want you to tell me how you think you taste" and this time when she drew her fingers out from under her skirt she licked them herself, running her tongue slowly from her palm to the tip of each long nail and finally putting both fingers inside her hot little mouth.
"Hmm, it's good, but not as good as I think you're gonna taste when I suck your cock." She giggled. That was such a delicious sound and the all the better for coming after a promise like that. Arya had shocked him again.
He couldn't resist working his left hand back up under her skirt. This time he could feel her panties pulled to the side, exposing those bare pussy lips. He had his knees jammed under the steering wheel, using them to steady it as he drove with one hand. This wasn't smart and he was driving way faster than he should have been, but he was desperate to get her back to his flat and to get those wet panties off her.
As soon as they turned into the entrance for his car park, he pushed his foot down on the accelerator and his arm across the back of Arya's seat. Tires screaming, he executed a perfect reverse hand-break J turn between two, already parked, cars and into his own parking space. So the neigbours would complain again, but what was the point in being able to do something like that and not show it off to your hot girlfriend?
"Eeek! What did you just do?" Arya shrieked, shaking her head.
"It's called a 'J' turn. Want me to do it again?"
"No! Never! Are you trying to kill us both?" she squealed. Hmm, he was going to have to find something else to impress her.
After the car screeched to a halt in the parking space he jumped out and ran around to her side. He held the door open while she swiveled around and gracefully got out the car, giving him a good eyeful of her panties as she did it. He put his arm around her shoulder as he walked her to the main entrance, but he'd forgotten his jacket and his precious helmet, both still in the back seat and he had to run back for them, cursing himself for the delay. He started up the stairs two at a time and quickly caught up with her. He had his jacket and helmet in one hand and made her laugh by putting his other hand on her arse and pretending to push her up the rest of the stairs. He made sure he stayed behind her all the way up so he could watch her arse wiggle in front of him.
They fell into his flat together and he had dumped the jacket and helmet on the floor and pulled his T shirt off before the door was even shut behind them. He started on her dress. No zip at the back and she was pulling at the side. Ahh, side zip, but it wasn't that easy and it took the two of them a few minutes to get her out of it. She was just in her heels, bra and panties - white lace today, which made her look even more innocent and suntanned.
"Wait, I've got something to show you" she said as he was grabbing at her panties to get them off.
"I know, that's why I'm getting rid of these…"
"Not that, look…" and she reach behind and undid her bra, letting it slip off her arms, exposing her breasts. She had white triangles over her nipples and the centre of her tits, highlighting them perfectly against the rest of her brown skin.
"You said you liked the white bits, so one of the girls said I should keep my bikini top on for the spray tan yesterday…"
"Fucking hell, I love it" and he did. He'd never seen anything like that outside of a dirty magazine and here she was, virginal two days ago, surprising him again.
She dropped her bra on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. He bent down and started licking each of her nipples in turn, feeling them crinkle and grow under his tongue and hearing her gasp with pleasure. But this was a diversion; he needed to see that cunt. So while he was sucking on her nipples, he snaked his arms down to her arse and lifted her up. She helped him by wrapping her legs around his waist and he walked her backwards into the kitchen where he sat her gently on the breakfast bar. He knew from previous experience that this was just the right height for want he wanted to see and do.
"Lie back" he ordered.
"Here?" She looked nervous and obviously wasn't sure about lying on the cold, hard worktop.
"Yes, I want to see this bare pussy you've been tempting with for the past two days." So she did as she was told and he got a great view of the white underside of her tits as she lay back, arching her back on his breakfast bar. As he tugged at her panties, she lifted her hips to let him ease them off, past her spiky heels.
Only then did he let himself study her cunt. It was spread bare before him, totally exposed for his pleasure. There was nothing to hide how swollen her lips were and how pink and wet she was. He licked her all the way up, once, twice, each time ending with a teasing double flick on her clit. He felt her quiver with pleasure, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to watch his cock slide in and out of her. As soon as he unbuttoned his jeans his cock sprang out, the bulbous purple tip oozing with anticipation. She was just at the right level, lying there ready to take him and he grabbed her hips to hold her in place before easing slowly into her, hearing her gasp with delight. This was what he wanted, what he'd needed, since last night.
He tried to hold back, stroking slowly in and out of her as he leant back, so he could watch his cock stuff her full, again and again and again. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the perfect coupling of his cock and her cunt, and he couldn't help himself moving faster and faster, as she moaned and panted at his urgent rhythm.
"Touch yourself" he ordered through gritted teeth. She immediately brought her hands up to her tits and started pulling at her nipples.
"Not there. Your clit."
"Oh sorry, I didn't know what you meant…" she mumbled before slowly running one hand over her stomach and down to start rubbing her hard little nub with two fingers. He watching her long, sharp nails stroke her bare cunt while he stuffed her full of cock. This was better than he'd ever imagined during all those nights he'd jerked himself off to her picture. This was better than any porn movie he'd ever seen. After their first night, when he'd told her to get out, he'd imagined screwing her hard and fast like this, if he ever got the chance again. He wanted to use her, like she'd used him.
"Will this do Arya?" she didn't answer him. He looked up at her face. Her eyes were screwed tight shut; she was biting her lip and moaning every time he pushed inside her. He needed an answer. With a supreme effort he pulled out. She instantly opened her eyes and tried to sit up
"I said - will this fucking do Arya!"
"Oh God, what do you mean? Just don't stop" she moaned
"Tell me if this will just do Arya, or if you fucking love it."
"Don't start this now Gendry."
"Fucking tell me!"
"Ok I love it? Ok? Is that what you want to hear? You're the best fuck I've ever had."
Bitch! And he rammed into her so hard she gasped with shock. This time he didn't let her touch herself, instead he rubbed her clit hard with his thumb, being careful not to obscure his view. She was trying to buck up against him, to get maximum friction on her clit and as he kept up the relentless rhythm she was ordering him to "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me", her hair whipping around as she writhed on the hard surface. He joined her, moaning "fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck" as they came together in a storm of shuddering bodies and cursing.
As he eased out of her he tried to burn the image of his cock buried in her bare cunt onto his mind forever. He'd never seen anything that turned him on so much. Already he was thinking about when they would do it again. As she tried to sit up, he put his hands under her shoulders and pulled her back up into a sitting position. Her hair was wild and her face flushed from her orgasm. She leant her head on his shoulder, the two of them still panting. He just wrapped his arms around her and felt her tits burning against his chest and her back cool as marble.
Neither of them said anything. Making her tell him he was better than 'you'll do' while he was fucking her seemed pathetic now. Christ, he hadn't realized he was so needy, so desperate for reassurance. He'd never cared what any woman thought of him before.
Eventually, he helped her down off the breakfast bar where she stood, unsteady in her high heels, naked in his kitchen.
"Arya, I'm sorry for…." But she didn't let him finish. She murmured 'shhhhhhhh' and kissed his lips softly.
"I deserved it." She gave him a sexy smile "And you are the best fuck I've ever had." She had a wicked gleam in her eye. "Bedroom next?" she asked. He had to laugh.
"You're insatiable Milady! I was thinking we might have lunch first."
"Lunch can wait. There's something else I want to show you." With an offer like that, he wasn't going to argue.