On the return home, I was unabashedly bold, more impatient than ever. With knees splayed, I snuck a hand down my unbuttoned pants, prompting Garrett to glance over, his breath hitching in surprise and desire.
“Oh my god,” he exhaled, his tone a mix of frustration and excitement. My lips were chapped from the worn lipstick, and as I absentmindedly played with my mouth, the atmosphere grew charged.
At a red light, Garrett’s hand moved from the gear shift to his growing bulge, stealing furtive looks at me. “You’re a wild one,” he remarked, my biting my lip in response.
As my touch continued to arouse me, I traced my finger along my lips and licked it, eliciting a satisfied groan from him.
I squeezed his thigh and, with a teasing declaration of “It’s green,” unzipped him. While he struggled to maintain focus on the road, his body shook in response to my explorations.
“This is getting dangerous,” he said, clearly torn between caution and desire.
“Almost there,” I assured him, feeling exhilarated yet focused on his growing arousal. I gestured towards my building before he parked directly outside.
The moment he stopped, I was back on him, kissing fiercely. My bra unclasped unnoticed as his hands roamed, and I tossed it aside, feeling his mouth on my nipple, igniting a thrilling spark.
The energy between us was electric, each touch heightening the intensity of our encounter.
“Christ, that’s amazing,” I exclaimed, urging him to continue. With my fingers entangled in his dark hair, I leaned back, playfully pressing my cheek to the ceiling and arching my chest toward his face, only to lean back too far and bump my head, eliciting giggles from both of us as we stifled our laughter to avoid waking any neighbors.
Suddenly, my tone shifted. “What the hell are we still doing in here? Let’s go inside.”
I quickly scrambled off his lap, jumped out of the car, and felt the cool grass beneath my feet. The dampness from a previous midsummer shower contrasted with the teasing breeze, which made my skin shiver.
Garrett approached me, a mix of awe and admiration in his eyes. “You are wild,” he said. “I love it.”
“Of course you do.” I wrapped my arms around him for one last kiss before unlocking the building door and pulling him inside.
As we rushed up the three flights of stairs, the harsh fluorescent lights intensified the chill against my vulnerable skin. I was unsure if my roommate was home but didn’t care at that moment.
“Take off your clothes,” I commanded, shedding my jeans in the hallway.
“Yes, ma’am.”
We left a trail of clothing leading to my room, where I grabbed a fully naked Garrett by the wrist and urged him onto my unmade bed. I hadn’t planned on bringing someone home that night, but here we were, caught up in the thrill of the moment.
