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It was a normal Saturday - at least what other people probably considered as ‘normal’ - involving sleeping in, lazing around, watching the telly; that sort of thing.
Having an actual day off felt so out of the ordinary for the team, that it took some getting used to. After waking up on their own time, Benji had blearily mumbled into his coffee how it rather felt like stepping into an alternate reality, and the rest of the team found themselves agreeing.
They had found various ways to pass the time; playing a few rounds of poker, reading some old books they had found lying around, watching random quiz shows on the tv, and seeing who could yell out the answer first, but eventually, Ethan couldn’t sit still anymore. Ilsa had noticed him becoming increasingly fidgety over the past hour and knew it was only a matter of time until he had to find something productive to do.
The quiz show had barely ended, before he was out of his seat, almost vibrating with too much energy. Ilsa had to bite back a grin at how predictable he was in this regard. The rest of the team threw him knowing glances as well.
“I’m gonna go down to the garage,” he announced. “I wanna see if I can fix that old car up. Might come in handy at some point.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Brandt chuckled, shaking his head at his friend.
“Have fun, honey,” Ilsa said, knowing eyes twinkling.
“Thanks,” Ethan replied and pressed a quick kiss to her smiling lips.
A moment later, he was gone.
“I’m quite surprised at how long he managed to hang in there. I would have bet he’d have bolted about a half hour after sitting down,” Luther remarked, amusement coloring his voice.
Ilsa hummed in agreement, while beside her on the couch, Benji chortled, “you and me both.”
They talked and laughed for a while longer, just enjoying the easy camaraderie between them, until the guys decided to head out to get a very late lunch, while Ilsa decided to go and keep Ethan some company.
“If we get hungry, we’ll just order in,” she told them and watched as they headed out the door.
Grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge, she made her way into the garage, the sounds of Ethan’s tinkering filtering up the stairs.
“Hey,” she called out in greeting, alerting him to her presence. His head emerged from under the open hood.
“Oh, hey,” he said, smiling widely as he spotted her. Walking over to him, she allowed her eyes to drift over his body, unable to resist, as he leaned over the engine in tight jeans and an even tighter white t-shirt, grease dotting various parts of his clothes and body.
He really shouldn’t be allowed to look so good, as sweaty and dirty as he was, and yet, Ilsa found her mouth watering at the sight.
Ethan’s smile turned into a cocky grin as he noticed her staring. “Like what you see?” He teased her.
“You know I do, baby,” she murmured, pressing the bottle of beer into his hand while in the same move, she leaned over to kiss him deeply. “And you definitely should wear this outfit more often. You look positively delectable.”
“Oh, in that case, I’ll take care not to get too much grease on it,” he chuckled, glancing a bit self-consciously down his body.
“Honey, the grease makes it even more attractive,” she husked against his lips. He was about to lean in to steal another kiss, but she danced out of his grasp with a mischievous grin. “That doesn’t mean I want to get grease on my clothes, however.” Making her way over to a relatively comfortable-looking chair, she positioned it just so that her view of him was unimpeded, before sitting down. With a smirk, she propped her bare feet up on the creaky old table in front of her, and playfully waggled her eyebrows at him. “I best admire you from a distance. You don’t mind some company, do you?”
Ethan just shook his head with a grin and a laugh. “Be my guest.” He raised his beer at her before taking a sip. “Thanks for the refreshment, love.”
“Anytime.”
Ethan went back to tinkering on the car, while Ilsa spent her time alternating between watching him work and browsing on her phone.
Over the next half hour or so, she found her attention drifting more and more often to Ethan, however, until her phone lay more or less forgotten in her lap. Absentmindedly reaching for her bottle, she lifted it to her lips to drink the last bit of now lukewarm beer, but she froze with it halfway to her lips. Before her, Ethan was stretching his back, his arms raised over his head. The muscles in his arms flexed deliciously with the movement, and the edge of his shirt rose up to bare a sliver of his abs to her hungry eyes.
Ilsa felt a wanton heat pool in her core, her thighs involuntarily squeezing together to try and dampen the sudden pulsing desire settling between her legs. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning and giving herself away.
Across the room, Ethan went back to work, apparently unaware of her predicament.
Ilsa’s lips twitched as she spotted several unnecessary - but much appreciated - flexes of various muscles over the next few minutes, proving that he wasn’t totally unaware after all.
Setting aside her still unfinished beer, as well as her phone, Ilsa shortly pondered her next move, before throwing caution to the wind.
The boys were out, likely not due back for at least another hour. Ethan and she were alone, so nobody else would be any the wiser.
With over-exaggerated movements, she mirrored his earlier stretch; adding a long sigh that was actually bordering on turning into a moan, before letting her hands drop again. She made sure to let them glide along her neck and chest on their way down, before they settled on the top of her jeans, fingers fiddling with the button. With intent, she lifted her eyes to find him staring at her for once, as she knew he would. Holding his gaze, she slowly unbuttoned her pants and let her knees fall open.
She could see his eyes darken even with the distance separating them, and felt herself grow even wetter in response.
Pushing her shirt up a bit and giving him a sneak peek of her toned stomach, the fingers of her left hand playfully tickled along her skin, now and then allowing her fingertips to dip under the waistband for a second before reemerging.
Her right hand pushed up underneath her shirt in order to cup her breast, and she could hear Ethan’s breath hitch.
“I’m bored, baby,” she said as if she was pointing out the weather. “You don’t mind if I entertain myself a little, do you?”
“No-not at all,” he rasped, having to clear his throat to get the words out. Almost desperately, he reached for his beer, almost knocking the bottle over in his haste, before greedily gulping down the last few sips.
Ilsa watched as his throat worked to swallow and was suddenly unable to stop her fingers from venturing all the way into her pants, eager for some friction.
She moaned as her fingers delved between her lower lips, easily sliding through her wetness.
“Mhh, I’m positively dripping,” she commented, never taking her eyes off him. She quite enjoyed watching him squirm. Her fingers circled around her hard nub a few times and she hummed in pleasure.
Across the room, Ethan was gripping the edge of the car’s open hood with white knuckles, staring at her mesmerized and with dark eyes.
Upping her game another notch, she gasped as her middle finger slid inside her, and her head fell back in delight, baring her throat for his gaze.
Ethan’s strangled groan made her seek out his form again, and she bit back a smirk as she saw him palming the bulge in his pants, trying to find some relief.
“What do you think?” She asked conversationally, as her finger leisurely began to thrust in and out of her heat, as best as the restriction of her pants would allow. “Should I finish myself off? Or would you like to join in? I mean, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your project. And it looks like it’s a very hands-on project, at that.”
Ethan sounded strangled as he answered. “Do you have a preference?”
Ilsa seemed to ponder his question for a moment before she spoke. “I do, yes.” With a sigh, she pulled her hand out of her pants, and without breaking eye contact, she licked her fingers off with a hum. Gracefully getting up, she let her fingers trail along the table. “The way I see it, you have three choices,” she began, and they both shared a quick smile of recognition at her familiar words. “One: You come over here and take me on this desk, although I doubt it would last more than five seconds and would probably end with us in an unfortunate tangle on the floor.” He nodded in agreement. “Two: I join you over by the car. You close the hood and then proceed to fuck me on top of it.” He seemed to seriously consider this option. “Or three: You abandon your little project and instead accompany me back upstairs to our bedroom where I’ll then ride you into oblivion.”
Ethan swallowed hard. His fingers, in a forced show of casualness, drummed against the car. “How about we first do option number two, seeing as the perfect surface is right here before we continue with option three, which requires us to actually go somewhere else?”
Ilsa smiled, slowly making her way over to him until she was in his arms. “Very good choices, baby,” she agreed.
“What about not getting any grease on your clothes?” He murmured against her lips.
“I very much doubt that I’ll be wearing my clothes for too much longer,” she husked, just before their mouths met in a languid kiss.
Ethan at once got to work on tugging her shirt over her head. “You might be right,” he stated during the two seconds their mouths had to separate in order to get the shirt off.
“I usually am,“ she teased, nibbling at his lower lip. Her fingers nimbly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and a moment later her hand slid inside his boxers to palm his straining erection.
“Ah, Jesus !” He groaned, and pressed his forehead against hers, squeezing his eyes shut at the sudden sensation.
It only took him a short moment to get his bearings and jump back into action, eager fingers trailing up her spine to then find and unhook her bra. He was about to let it drop to the ground when he froze, a sudden thought occurring to him.
“What is it?” Ilsa murmured against his neck, busy pressing hot kisses against his skin.
“What about the others? They could walk in on us at any time.”
Ilsa found it strangely endearing that this potential problem had only occurred to him now and chuckled softly. “They’re out to have lunch. They won’t be back for a while.” Her tongue trailed a scorching path up the tendons in his neck, before she whispered in his ear. “No one will see us. And no one will hear when you make me scream your name.” Ethan shuddered against her, and her words seemed to make the last bit of his self-control snap. His right arm encircled her waist and pulled her against his chest, while his other hand simultaneously reached out to quickly close the hood. A second later, he easily lifted her on top of the car and his mouth descended to her chest, feasting on her breasts.
Ilsa moaned deeply as soon as his lips enveloped her hard nipples, feeling her clit throb almost painfully with arousal.
“Help me get my pants off, baby,” she gasped, desperately pushing at the waistband of her tight jeans and cursing herself for not having worn some baggy sweatpants today, instead. They were a lot easier to get out of. Without lifting his head from her chest, Ethan quickly pulled the jeans down her legs, unimpeded by her lack of shoes.
Before Ilsa was even able to process his next move, Ethan had switched his attention further down her body; gently spreading her legs to make room for himself, he pulled her panties to the side and, without much preamble, slotted his mouth over her core. Ilsa’s back bowed as he sucked on her clit, and she thought she saw stars. Her fingers uselessly scrabbled against the car‘s sleek surface, trying to find purchase, before she gave up and tangled them in Ethan’s hair instead. “ Fuck! ” She gasped. Ethan hummed in agreement, making her whimper.
Several long moments later, he came up for air. “You weren’t lying,” he murmured, licking his lips. “You are dripping for me, love.”
“I’ve never lied to you,” she panted, her chest flushed with arousal. “Just watching you being all sexy made me so fucking wet for you, it’s almost unfair.”
“Why is it unfair?” He asked, lazily trailing his tongue along the crease of her thigh.
“Because it ruins me for anyone else,” she rasped, a teasing glint in her eyes that barely hid the love she held for him.
Ethan growled. “Good.” He said and redoubled his effort eating her out.
Ilsa’s head fell back against the hood with a dull thud and a deep moan was ripped from her throat. “Please, please, baby,” she panted, barely able to catch her breath under the onslaught. She wasn’t even sure what exactly she was pleading for, until her pussy clenched around nothing, making her cry out in frustration. “Please, I need you. I need you inside me.”
He didn’t make her ask twice. With a last swipe of his tongue over her clit that made her twitch and shudder, he straightened to quickly slide her panties off her legs before he pushed his own pants over his hips.
Ilsa moaned in anticipation as she saw him free his erection. He fisted it and quickly pumped it a couple of times to take the edge off, spreading his precum as best as possible. “Oh fuck, I love your cock,” she rasped, reaching out to trail her fingers over his tip.
Ethan’s free hand settled at the juncture of her legs, his thumb rubbing along her clit. He gave her a heated look. “And I love it when you talk dirty. You’ve got such a filthy mouth on you, my love.”
“What can I say,” she panted and watched as he stepped closer to swipe the head of his cock through her wetness. “I can’t seem to stop myself when I’m horny for you.”
“And I hope you never will,” he murmured, leaning over her to kiss her deeply, just as he gently pushed into her.
They both groaned into each other’s mouths as they joined together. Ilsa at once wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on. He started out carefully; despite how ready she was for him, he always remained mindful never to hurt her, and she loved him all the more for it.
Soon enough, however, the slow slide of his cock in and out of her wasn’t enough to quell her thirst anymore, and she dug her heels into his ass. “Harder, Ethan,” she moaned into his ear. “Fuck me, baby.”
Ethan groaned and buried his head into her neck. Wrapping his arms more securely around her shoulders, he started thrusting in earnest. A minute later, they both panted heavily as he fucked her against the car, its old hinges creaking softly beneath them.
Wordless cries of pleasure were torn from Ilsa’s open lips as he pounded into her, and she felt as if she was going to float away at any moment, the telltale tingle of her approaching climax settling at her spine. “Oh fuck, Ethan!” She cried out, mindless with pleasure. “Yes, yes, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfu-“ One last relentless thrust into her sent her over the edge, and Ilsa screamed his name as she came, her walls clenching hard around him. He came a few seconds later, swept away by her orgasm, growling his pleasure against her hot skin.
After the last waves of their pleasure had dissipated, they lay gasping for breath against the hood, his softening cock still nestled inside her. During their coupling Ilsa had pushed his shirt up his ribs and was now drawing mindless patterns against the damp skin of his back, her lips pressed against his temple. His fingers were playing with the strands of her hair, making pleasant goosebumps erupt on her head and neck.
“Did I mention how much I love how vocal you are during sex?” Ethan murmured against her throat a moment or two later. “You’re usually so contained, I love that you allow me to see this side of you.”
Ilsa hummed, her fingers trailing up his spine to tangle in his soft hair. “It’s simple, really,” she said, her breath ghosting along his heated skin. “I love you, and I don’t mind sharing all sides of me with you.”
Ethan pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder and propped himself up in order to meet her eyes, gazing softly at her as she lay beneath him. “I love you so much, Ilsa Faust,” he whispered, voice clogged with emotions. “You are remarkable, and I am so incredibly happy that you choose to be with me.”
Ilsa closed her teary eyes and lifted her head to catch his lips in a loving kiss. If either of them were ready to get married, she thought, this would have been the perfect time to propose. But she knew that he wasn’t ready yet to tie the knot - again - and neither was she.
Soon. Maybe. She thought and kissed him again.
“ Yo, anybody home? ” Brandt’s voice suddenly filtering into their bubble from the front door made them pull apart as if they had been doused with cold water. Eyes wide, they stared at each other for a second, frozen, before they jumped into action.
Ethan hurriedly pulled up his pants, while Ilsa scrambled to collect her scattered clothes from the floor, before she dove behind the car, using it as a shield. Ethan had almost finished straightening his shirt as the door connecting the house to the garage swung open and Brandt’s head peeked around the corner.
“Hey, there you are!” He greeted and stepped further into the garage, shortly followed by Benji and Luther. “Did you make any progress on the car?”
Ethan surreptitiously cleared his throat and stepped forward to meet them halfway, effectively blocking them from advancing further toward the car. And Ilsa, who was still busy hastily and quietly getting dressed on its other side.
“Not as much as I would have liked, but it’s alright. Maybe I’ll work some more on it tomorrow.” He said. “How was lunch?”
“It was really tasty,” Benji chimed in. “We found this cozy Indian place just a couple of streets over, and the food was fantastic! I’m sure you’d enjoy it. Ilsa as well.” His brows furrowed, suddenly occurring to him that Ilsa was nowhere to be seen. “Where is Ilsa anyway? We were sure she would be hanging out with you.”
“Oh, she’s around here somewhere, I’m sure,” Ethan hedged and tried to ignore how Luther’s brows furrowed in suspicion.
“Huh,” Benji said, but then shrugged and moved on. “Have you eaten yet?”
Ethan thought he heard Ilsa smother a laugh somewhere behind him and felt his lips twitch in answer.
“I haven’t had lunch yet, no,” he said, his voice thankfully not giving his mirth away.
“Well then, how about we find you some lunch?” Luther offered. “Looks like you’ve been hard at work.”
Ethan bit the inside of his lip at his friend’s tone.
Luther then proceeded to herd Benji and Brandt out the door. Before they exited the garage, however, he threw Ethan a look, his eyebrow raised as he focused on a spot by the car. Ethan’s own eyebrows furrowed and he turned to see what Luther was silently pointing out to him - hoping against hope that it wasn’t what he suspected.
His eyes fluttered shut in defeat and he huffed a quiet laugh as he registered the distinctively lacy-looking scrap of underwear peeking out from behind the car’s front tire.
Ethan turned back to Luther and just gave his oldest friend a shrug that spoke volumes. Can you blame us?
Luther scoffed good-naturedly and resignedly shook his head, before he too, followed after his teammates.
“I’ll be right there!” Ethan called after them, just before the door clicked shut behind Luther.
As soon as the door had closed, Ilsa couldn’t contain her chortle anymore. She emerged from behind the car, fully dressed, with a light blush dusting her cheeks and a sparkle in her laughing eyes. “Well, that’s what I call timing.”
She had tried to tame her hair, but there was no way around it - she looked positively debauched. Ethan couldn’t help but close the small distance between them and sweep her into another passionate kiss.
“What was that for?” She asked, sounding a bit dazed after he was done plundering her willing mouth.
“You look beautiful.” He said as if that was answer enough.
Somehow, it was.
Releasing her, he gave her a grin, quickly leaning down to fish her panties from behind the tire. Holding out her underwear, he announced, “Luther knows what we’ve been up to, by the way.”
Ilsa snorted. “I’ve been wondering where this was hiding.” Tugging her panties from his fingers, she added with a fond sigh, “And why am I not surprised? He always seems to know.”
Ethan smirked, inclining his head in agreement. “Luther and his eagle eyes.”
Ilsa crammed her panties into her jeans pocket, her palms then settling on his chest. She leaned up to press a chaste kiss against his lips, smirking. “That, and he also knows that we can’t keep our hands off each other.”
Ethan laughed, his own hands palming her hips. “True. Poor guy.”
They kissed again as if proving their point.
“So,” Ilsa murmured against his lips, “raincheck on option three?”
“Oh, most definitely,” Ethan enthusiastically agreed, his fingers suggestively venturing under her shirt and trailing along her hip bones. “I’m looking forward to you riding me into oblivion .”
“Mhh, me too, honey. Me, too.”
“You think we can convince the guys to try out another restaurant tomorrow?”
“I won’t rest until we do,” Ilsa promised. “And in the unlikely event that we can’t convince them to follow their stomachs, they’ll just have to live to regret it.”
Ethan grinned. “I’m sure they’ll get the hint eventually.”
Ilsa nodded. “I do like to be vocal, after all,” she stated, a slightly evil glint in her eye.
They shared another smile, full of promise for their next tryst before they headed out of the garage to join their friends.
And have some actual lunch.
~fin