All Revved Up

The sun was dipping low by the time Autumn turned the corner onto their street, her heels clicking dully on the pavement, bag slung over her shoulder. It had been a long day--back-to-back meetings, a broken printer at the gallery, and one particularly rude customer who clearly thought "emerging artists" meant "paint-by-numbers." She was already halfway through mentally debating whether she'd rather shower or collapse face-first into the couch when she spotted him. Ryan. Outside their apartment building, hunched over the hood of his car. She slowed, pausing at the edge of the sidewalk.

He hadn't noticed her yet, too focused. His sleeves were shoved up to his elbows, exposing those strong, tan forearms she always pretended not to stare at. His white t-shirt clung to him--sweat-slicked down the middle of his back, a smudge of grease just below the collarbone. Another on his jaw, like a shadow carved by his fingers after wiping sweat away. His dark jeans rode low on his hips, and his hair was a little messy, pushed back by his hands.

She felt the breath leave her chest. He looked like every bad decision she'd ever wanted to make. Except he was hers. Ryan ducked his head under the hood again, arm braced along the edge. She could hear the soft clang of tools, the low hum of him talking to himself under his breath. His shirt lifted a little as he reached, exposing a teasing sliver of his lower back.

Autumn bit her lip. She didn't move, just stood there and watched--grateful for the cover of golden hour and the fact he hadn't seen her yet. There was something about this--this quiet, unpolished version of him. Sweaty. Focused. Capable. Hands dirty. She wanted to walk up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist, press her face to his back and stay there. But she didn't. Not yet.

Instead, she cleared her throat softly and said, "You know, most people just call a mechanic."

Ryan straightened immediately, blinking, then turned with a grin. "Hey. You're home."

Her eyes dropped to his chest automatically, catching another streak of grease near his ribs. "Is that... shirt even white anymore?"

He glanced down. "It was. At some point."

"You look like a Calvin Klein ad," she said without thinking.

That crooked smirk appeared, slow and lethal. "Yeah?"

She stepped closer, pretending not to notice the way his eyes swept over her like he hadn't seen her in days. "All sweaty and rugged. It's kind of unfair, honestly. I was just trying to make it to the front door and now I'm reconsidering my entire night."

He caught her wrist as she passed him, pulled her gently in. Her bag slid from her shoulder as she let herself lean into him.

"You can reconsider in the passenger seat," he murmured against her temple. "It'll be fixed in ten minutes. Then we're going for ice cream."

"Ice cream?" she asked, tilting her head back, hands resting on the greasy waistband of his jeans. "That's your big post-repair plan?"

"That and maybe letting you sit on my lap while I drive home."

She arched an eyebrow. "In that case... you better finish up fast."

He chuckled and leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead--dirty fingers curling against her hip like he couldn't help it.

Autumn stepped back, fanning herself theatrically. "I'm going upstairs to change before I jump you in front of the building."

"Not sure you're gonna make it that far."

"I'll risk it."

She walked inside, the echo of his low laugh following her up the stairs. Her heart felt lighter. Her steps, warmer. And when she got inside and looked at herself in the mirror, she realized she was still smiling.

Autumn let the door swing shut behind her, tossing her bag on the couch as she kicked off her heels, already unbuttoning her blouse on the way to the bedroom. Her skin still buzzed from the sight of him--sweaty, smudged, cocky in all the best ways. She hadn't meant to flirt that hard, but God, he made it easy. She reached the bedroom, tugged her blouse off and tossed it onto the bed. Her fingers found the clasp of her bra just as she heard the front door open again.

"Couldn't wait, huh?" she called, a half-smile curling her lips.

"Nope," came Ryan's voice, lower than before--closer.

She turned toward the doorway just in time to see him lean against the frame, eyes raking over her slowly. His shirt was even dirtier now, sweat drying in patches, smears of grease along his forearms and jaw. And still--somehow--he looked like a sin waiting to happen. Autumn stood in just her bra and skirt, fingers still at her back, frozen mid-unclasp.

Ryan's gaze dropped, dragging over her curves like gravity had doubled. "Keep going," he murmured, not moving. "I'm just here to watch."

She gave him a look, arching a brow. "You came all the way up here for a strip show?"

"I came up here," he said, pushing off the doorframe and walking slowly toward her, "because you looked at me like you were two seconds from climbing into my lap in broad daylight."

She let her bra fall to the floor and smirked. "And that scared you?"

"No," he said, eyes dark now. "It turned me on."

He was in front of her before she could answer, hands sliding around her waist, tugging her in so fast her breath caught. He kissed her--slow, hungry, the kind of kiss that made her knees weaken, that tasted like engine oil and sun and too many unspoken thoughts. When they broke apart, he didn't move far. Just rested his forehead against hers.

"You really do something to me, Autumn," he murmured, voice gravelly. "Coming up the street and seeing you standing there, looking at me like that..."

She reached down and tugged his filthy shirt up, smearing a fresh streak of grease on herself as she peeled it over his head. "I was looking at my boyfriend. Who was hot. Fixing a car. In tight jeans."

His mouth twitched. "You like the jeans?"

"I like everything. Including this--" she swiped her thumb across the streak of grease on his jaw "--very mechanic chic look you've got going on."

He grinned, hands skimming down her hips before gripping her thighs and lifting her like she weighed nothing. She yelped, then laughed as he carried her across the room and dropped her onto the bed.

"Still thinking about changing clothes?" he asked, climbing on top of her, arms braced on either side.

"No," she said breathlessly. "I want you."

Ryan groaned low in his throat, dipping down to kiss her again--hot and messy this time, full of need. One of his hands slipped beneath her skirt, finding skin, and the other tangled in her hair like he couldn't get enough. The bedroom still smelled faintly of her perfume and sunshine. But all she could feel was him--heavy, solid, warm. And the fact that they'd started this afternoon thinking about errands and ice cream, and now she was flat on her back, half undressed, with his body pressed into hers.

"Maybe later," he whispered, nipping at her jaw. "We'll go get that ice cream."

Autumn laughed, breathless. "Or we'll never leave this bed again."

He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, lower.

"I'm good with both."

Ryan's mouth was hot against her skin--slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. Autumn arched beneath him, her skirt still bunched around her hips, her bra forgotten on the floor, and her breath catching with every inch of contact.

"You smell like work," he murmured against her collarbone, dragging his nose along her neck.

She gasped when his tongue flicked just beneath her ear. "And you smell like motor oil."

"Yeah?" His voice dropped, dark and lazy. "Does that do it for you, baby?"

Her only answer was a sharp tug on his hair, bringing his mouth back to hers. He groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips down into hers as her fingers scraped down his bare back, drawing invisible lines across the sweat-slicked skin.

He pulled back just enough to look at her--flushed cheeks, kiss-bruised lips, eyes dark with need.

"God, look at you," he said roughly. "You came in here to change. I came in here to worship."

Autumn's breath hitched. "Then do it."

That was all the permission he needed. He moved lower, lips trailing down her chest until he took one breast into his mouth, sucking slowly, tongue circling her nipple until her back arched off the bed. His hand worked the other, rough and warm, fingers pinching and teasing until she whimpered.

"Ryan..."

He hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to her core.

"Need to get this off you," he said, tugging at her skirt. She lifted her hips automatically, and he peeled it down her legs, dragging her underwear with it in one slow motion.

Now bare beneath him, she lay back, flushed and open, chest rising and falling like she'd run a mile. Ryan knelt between her legs, just staring for a beat, eyes greedy and reverent all at once.

"You're perfect," he said softly, more to himself than her. Then, louder: "Legs up."

She obeyed, breath shaky as she bent her knees, feet planted wide on the bed. He hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress, spreading her open until he had full, unfiltered access. Then he kissed her. There. Autumn choked on her own breath. Ryan didn't ease in--he licked a long, deliberate stripe up her center, then did it again, slow and filthy, holding her open with his thumbs.

"Oh my God--Ryan--"

He groaned like she was the one feeding him, and then he dove in. Tongue moving with purpose, teasing and relentless, dipping into her before moving up to swirl around her clit in tight circles. She couldn't keep still--her hands scrabbled at the sheets, hips rolling, thighs tightening around his head until he growled and pressed them wider.

"Keep 'em open," he rasped against her. "Let me taste you properly."

Her whole body was vibrating, back arching off the bed as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, over and over. She was panting now, noises spilling from her mouth she couldn't have contained if she tried. And then--he slid two fingers inside her. Deep. Curling them expertly. Autumn cried out, hips jerking.

"That's it," Ryan murmured, thrusting his fingers in a slow, maddening rhythm. "Let me hear you."

Her hands flew to his hair, yanking, nails digging into his scalp. "I--I'm close--"

He didn't stop. He just moaned against her, tongue working faster, fingers fucking her deeper, until-- she shattered. Her orgasm hit like a wave--rushing, full-body, spine bowing and mouth open on a strangled cry as everything went white behind her eyes.

Ryan didn't let up. He kept going, gentler now, easing her through it, pressing soft kisses to her thighs as she trembled and gasped for breath. When she finally opened her eyes again, he was crawling up her body--smirking, smug, mouth and chin wet with her.

"You looked so good coming apart for me," he said, voice thick with heat. "I could've watched forever."

Autumn reached for him, pulling him into a kiss that tasted like herself and the ache he'd left behind.

"Your turn," she whispered, breath still ragged.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he said, grabbing her thighs again and flipping her easily onto her stomach.

She barely had time to gasp before he tugged her hips up, guiding her onto her knees. She was soaked and still shaking, but already aching again. Then--his cock, thick and hot, sliding along her slick folds. He pressed into her slowly, groaning at the feel of her, one hand gripping her waist while the other slid up her back to tangle in her hair.

"Still so tight," he growled. "Fuck, baby--"

He started moving, deep and controlled at first, like he was savoring every thrust. She pushed back against him, desperate and needy, moaning into the sheets.

"Harder, Ryan--please--"

He obeyed. His rhythm turned punishing, hips slapping into hers, the sound obscene, echoing through the room. He was panting now, rough sounds spilling from him with every thrust, hands gripping her like she might vanish.

"You feel so good--so fucking good--"

"Ryan--I'm--again--I can't--"

He reached around and rubbed her clit, fast and precise. And she broke. Again. The second orgasm ripped through her, sudden and intense, and she sobbed his name as her whole body clenched around him, dragging him under. With a broken sound, he slammed into her one last time and spilled inside, grinding against her as he came, shuddering, chest pressed to her back, breath ragged against her ear.

They stayed like that, tangled and slick and shaking. Breathing each other in. Eventually, he kissed her shoulder. Then her neck. Then down her spine.

"You really liked the jeans, huh?" he murmured.

She let out a weak laugh. "You should fix your car more often."

He flopped beside her, pulling her close. Grease-stained and glowing.

"Deal. But next time, you're wearing nothing but my shirt and holding a wrench."

She smirked against his chest. "You really have a thing for car grease now?"

"No. I have a thing for you."

The room still pulsed with heat and sweat and the sharp, sweet scent of sex. Autumn was sprawled boneless across the sheets, skin marked by his mouth, her thighs trembling with aftershocks, when Ryan stood up and leaned over her.

"Come on," he said, voice low, dark. "We're not done."

She blinked up at him, lips parted. "We're not?"

His gaze dragged over her like he was already planning his next move. "Not even close."

He pulled her up and into his arms, carrying her effortlessly to the bathroom. She didn't even protest, just let her head rest against his shoulder, letting herself be taken. The bathroom lights were soft, golden against the tile. He set her down gently, then reached in to turn the water on--testing it with his hand before adjusting the temperature.

"You planning on wrecking me completely today?" she asked, voice rough and teasing.

He looked over his shoulder with a smirk. "That depends. You want me to stop?"

Autumn stepped in behind him, sliding her hands up his bare back. "Not even a little."

Steam was already curling around them when they stepped under the spray. The water poured over their bodies, washing away the sweat and mess between them, but none of the heat. Ryan backed her into the cool tile, his hands braced on either side of her head.

"You looked so good earlier," he murmured, water dripping from his hair as he leaned in. "Walking up the street in your work clothes, looking all put together. And now look at you."

She reached between them, wrapping her hand around him. He was already getting hard again. Still wet from her. Still greedy for her.

"Keep talking," she whispered, stroking slowly. "It turns me on."

"Oh, baby..." His voice cracked a little as her thumb teased the head. "You have no idea what that does to me."

He kissed her again--deeper this time. Less controlled. The kind of kiss that said he needed her. That he was already building back up. With no warning, he turned her gently, pressing her back to the wall and reaching up for the shower head. He detached it from its mount and ran the stream down her body--between her breasts, over her stomach--then lower.

She gasped as the hot pulse of water hit her thighs, then higher.

"Ryan--"

"Just stay still," he murmured, kneeling before her, guiding the stream right over her clit.

Her head thunked back against the tile as she moaned, hands reaching blindly for balance. The water hit her just right--steady, warm, precise. He adjusted the pressure and watched her reaction, eyes sharp, pupils blown.

"Oh my God--"

"You like that?" he asked, holding the stream steady. "Bet it feels better knowing it's me doing it."

She whimpered as he circled the water around her clit, then held it firm, the heat and sensation making her thighs shake.

"Still sensitive?" he asked.

"Yes--fuck--don't stop--"

His free hand slid up to her chest, cupping her breast, thumb flicking her nipple while he worked the shower head over her. She was undone in minutes--hips grinding, knees threatening to buckle, head thrown back.

When she came, it was with a broken cry and a helpless twitch of her hips, body trembling against the tile as the pulsing water drove her over the edge. Ryan stood slowly, placing the shower head back in its cradle before capturing her mouth in a deep, claiming kiss.

"Now," he growled against her lips, "we get to my part."

He spun her gently again, pressing her front against the slick wall, his hand smoothing down her spine.

"You said you liked the control earlier," he growled in her ear, voice like smoke. "Liked how filthy I looked working on that car."

She nodded, eyes fluttering shut. "I did."

"Then let me take you how I want you."

He didn't wait for an answer. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her again--still swollen, still sensitive. He teased her slowly this time, rubbing her clit in lazy, slow circles that made her legs shake.

"You're already soaked," he said roughly. "From the water. From me. From wanting me."

"Ryan--"

He pressed into her again, this time slower, deeper, grinding against her as the water poured over them. His other hand reached around to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between slick fingers while he thrust into her--deep and rhythmic. Autumn braced herself on the wall, crying out as pleasure built again--fast and sharp. The sensation of hot water, slick skin, and his body completely dominating hers was too much. Too good.

"Harder," she begged.

He gave her everything. Thrusts deep and punishing, water slapping between their bodies, his hand around her throat now--not squeezing, just there. Reminding her she was his. That she'd always be his.

"You gonna come for me again?" he asked against her ear, voice ragged. "Let me feel you break one more time?"

"Yes--God, yes--"

"Then take it."

His fingers worked her clit mercilessly while he pounded into her from behind, breath hot against her neck. Her orgasm hit like fire--loud and full, body writhing under his touch, his name a broken cry as she clenched around him. That was all it took. With a low, guttural sound, Ryan slammed into her one last time, hips jerking as he came hard, body shaking behind her. They stayed like that for a long moment. Water rushing down. Steam thick around them. Both of them breathless, wet, sated.

Finally, Ryan kissed her shoulder, then the back of her neck, then her cheek.

"Still want that ice cream?" he murmured.

Autumn laughed weakly, turning in his arms. "Only if we walk there naked."

He smiled against her mouth. "Tempting. But I think you've already made a scene today."

"Not as much as you did," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his waist. "With that shirt. And those jeans. And those arms."

"You're never letting that go, are you?"

"Not a chance."