It had been six months since Lizzy and Brad had met again. She was eternally grateful that his brother, Rick, had forgotten he was due to service her car, as it gave them the opportunity to discover that they had both wanted to be together since their college days. And they had certainly made up for lost time.
Fifteen years of separation felt like a distant memory, and their relationship had developed intensely. Lizzy spent a lot of time at the Scottson Brothers’ garage, as she could work from anywhere with WiFi, and the boys also appreciated her help with the accounts side of the business. She also appreciated being in close proximity with her man, and watching him work was a constant source of pleasure for her. The atmosphere of the workshop would never get old, the scent of engine oil and Brad’s cologne, the sound of the engines purring, and the banter with the boys and their customers.
On this particular day, Brad was working on an old Land Rover, it was up on the ramps and he was standing beneath it, working on the exhaust system. It was still warm for September, and his overalls were tied around his waist. His oily t-shirt riding up as he reached above his head, exposing a glimpse of his toned stomach and distracting her from her own work. She leaned back from her laptop into the chair and took her mug of tea to her lips as she watched him through the office window, his shoulders and biceps flexing as he used a wrench to tighten one of the brackets. She couldn’t stop her mind from wandering to visions of him on top of her in bed, his shoulders flexing as he held himself above her while he thrust deep inside her. She could feel the skin of her chest beginning to heat, her cheeks flushing at the thought. She closed her eyes and ran her tongue across her lips at the memory, imagining the feel of him between her legs.
“Well someone’s deep in thought!” Brad’s voice brought her back to reality with a jolt, causing her to almost spill her drink. Her eyes flew open, and she saw he was now standing in the office doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face.
Lizzy cleared her throat and placed the mug on the desk, smiling back at him.
“Umm, yeah, big presentation,” she mumbled.
“I don’t believe that for a second,” he said with a grin, grabbing a cloth to clean his hands before tossing it back on the counter. “What were you really thinking about?”
He walked across the office toward her, not breaking their gaze.
Damn, he was gorgeous!
Lizzy pushed the chair back from the desk and turned it to face him. She knew she looked flushed, and his presence in the office caused those damned butterflies to return. When he reached her, he took her hands and pulled her up from the chair. She reached up and removed a smudge of grease from his forehead with her thumb.
“You’re filthy!” she laughed, before meeting his lips with hers. His hands moved to her arse and he pulled her to him. His mouth moved to her neck and he ran soft kisses across her skin moving up to her ear.
“Don’t change the subject,” he said softly, tugging at her earlobe with his teeth, causing her to gasp. “I asked what you were thinking about. Tell me.”
He turned her so she was leaning against the desk before lifting her to sit on its edge, his hands remaining at her buttocks. As his mouth moved across her neck and to her throat, she let her head fall back slightly and moved one hand through his hair, her nails running across his scalp. He brought his head up so their faces were almost touching. He was standing between her legs, she could almost hear her heart pounding.
“Well?” he asked.
“I was thinking about you fucking me,” she replied huskily, her lips grazing over his, his breath hot against her.
“You were?” he asked, that sly grin returning to his lips, his hands pulling her hips into his. She could feel his hard cock beneath his overalls, and her body responded involuntarily against his, her hips pushing forward.
Their mouths met, their tongues teasing each other. His hands slid upwards, under her top across her bare skin, as her hand moved between their hips, moving along his length.
“Would you like me to?” he asked hungrily, between kisses, as he dragged the fingernails of one hand down her spine.
Lizzy groaned, pulling his mouth back onto hers before replying,
“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”
Brad brought one hand from her back under her skirt to the top of her thigh, running his finger beneath the fabric of her underwear.
“Fuck, you really do!” he chuckled, feeling her slick arousal and the heat of her folds before moving his fingers slowly inside her.
“Brad, the door!” Lizzy suddenly remembered where they were, and that the workshop was wide open.
“Shit!” Brad let her go, leaving her perched on the desk while he continued to curse himself for not locking up first. Once the shutters were securely locked, he came striding back into the office. Lizzy laughed at his expression,
“I’m not sure Rick would appreciate a flow show!” she giggled, causing Brad to laugh as well.
He resumed his position in front of her, taking her face between his hands,
“You are definitely for my eyes only,” he said before meeting her lips with his own and allowing his hands to move down the sides of her body. Lizzy’s hands were quickly at his waist, her fingertips tracing across his stomach making his muscles tense. She untied the sleeves of his overalls and undid the fasteners. She was pleased to find he was wearing only his boxers beneath them and made quick work of pushing them down so she could release his cock. She grasped him, moving her hand along his flesh, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum as she did. His lips had worked their way down her neck again as his fingers had moved past her underwear and began working against her clit.
“You are so fucking wet,” he breathed against her, causing her to moan.
He moved himself closer to her, his other hand on the small of her back as she continued to stroke his cock. Holding her underwear aside, he moved so she could position him between her legs. When he felt the head of his cock touching her flesh, he moved against her as she guided him into her cunt. He pushed in slowly at first, continuing his teasing of her clit. Lizzy leaned back, putting her hands behind her on the desk to support her.
He withdrew a fraction, before lifting one of her legs and resting her ankle on his shoulder.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, circling his hips to move his cock inside her as his thumb swirled around her clit.
“Please Brad,” she breathed, “fuck me now.”
He withdrew again before thrusting deep inside her, thrusting again and again, gripping her thigh against his chest. Lizzy’s head dropped back, her body on the brink of shattering around him. His thumb flicked at her clit as he thrust, she felt her inner walls pulsating around him as she came, her arms collapsing beneath her as her back slumped to the desk. She heard Brad groan as his release followed, his hips stilled with him deep inside her. His hands moved to her hips, holding her firmly against him.
Lizzy opened her eyes and looked up at him, Brad’s head hanging loosely as he caught his breath. Her leg was still up against his chest, her ankle resting on his shoulder, and she tickled his ear with her big toe making him jump.
He laughed, realising he hadn’t let her leg go, and lowered it down as he withdrew from her. He handed her a box of tissues as he cleaned himself and pulled his boxers and overalls back up. Lizzy sat up and readjusted her underwear, and catching his hand, pulled him to her as she stood from the desk.
Wrapping his arms around her, Brad softly kissed the top of her head.
“Baby, I’m not sure you’re good for business,” he chuckled, “you’re too much of a distraction!”
He let her go, and went to reopen the door.
“Always happy to hold your wrench!” she called after him.