She wants more

The gym door clicked shut behind them, sealing away the humiliation, but Olivia’s breath hitched with exhilaration instead of shame. The second the air hit her skin, she spun to face John, her eyes glittering with mischief.

“That was so hot,” she purred, dragging her nails down his chest before he could process her shift in tone. His pulse still pounded from the adrenaline of getting caught, but now her fingers traced the damp fabric of his shirt, lingering where Mrs. Rodriguez’s glare had burned into him moments ago.

John blinked, torn between lingering guilt and the way Olivia’s teeth caught her lower lip, teasing, like they hadn’t just been thrown out.

John’s breath still came in ragged bursts from their interrupted passion, but Olivia’s hungry gaze sent a fresh wave of heat through him. She pressed closer, her fingers twisting in his damp shirt as her voice dropped to a whisper.

“My dad is out of town,” she murmured, lips grazing his ear. “Come back to my place and fuck me.”

The words hit him like an electric current, erasing any lingering shame from being caught. His hands found her hips, pulling her flush against him as he felt her heart hammering just as fast as his.

John’s grip tightened on her hips, the adrenaline from their near-discovery still thrumming under his skin. Olivia’s breath was hot against his neck as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her pupils blown wide with want.

"Can you drive us there?" she whispered, teeth grazing his lower lip in a tease that made his stomach clench.

The keys dug into his palm as he fished them from his pocket, his other hand sliding possessively up her spine. "Fuck yes," he growled, nipping at her earlobe before dragging her toward the parking lot. The pavement burned under their hurried footsteps, the summer air thick between them.

The moment the car door slammed shut, Olivia’s fingers were already at his belt buckle, her breath ragged with urgency. The leather seat creaked as she leaned over to gooble up his cock, her skirt riding up as she freed his cock—already hard again, throbbing against her palm.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” John groaned, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while the other tangled in her hair as she sank her lips down onto him. The car rocked slightly, the windows fogging almost instantly from their panting breaths.

The engine roared to life as John twisted the key, his other hand gripping Olivia’s head hard enough to bruise as he **** her down onto his cock in one brutal thrust. She gasped sucking his cock, nails digging into his shoulders as the car lurched forward, her body bouncing with every uneven shift of the accelerator.

“Keep going,” he growled, his palm slapping against her ass as he steered out of the parking lot, tires squealing. Olivia whimpered, her lips trembling around him as the friction burned—every pothole sent him deeper into her mouth.