I’m straddling Jace in the driver’s seat of his black SUV, parked in the shadowy corner of Mom’s driveway, riding him hard as his hands knead my breasts, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
His c**k fills me, thick and pulsing, and every roll of my hips drives him deeper, my body slick with need. The windows are fogged, the air thick with the scent of leather and our mingled sweat. Mom’s asleep in the house, just yards away, clueless that her fuckboy is buried inside me, and the danger makes every thrust electric.
It’s past 1 a.m., and the night is quiet except for the soft creak of the car’s suspension and my stifled moans. It started an hour ago when Jace texted me to meet him outside. I’d been restless in bed, my body still humming from our kitchen encounter last night, so I slippe
