“Stop what?”

“Trying to fuck me. It’s my turn now.” She scoots back on the seat but there isn’t much room for her. Her body curls over me and I realize almost too late what she’s trying to do.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I ask, pushing her back with one hand and uselessly grabbing at the foggy window for purchase to pull myself up.

“I’m...sorry.” She sits back. “I’m eating you out. Do you not like that?”

I cover my mouth to hide my smile. Cool, my baby bisexual head chef casually eats pussy in her car on a weekday morning. That’s not blowing my mind or anything.

“No, I do. I very much do.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

I throw my arm over my face. That flash of Sophie’s hair fanned out on my pillow is all I see when I close my eyes.

“If you’re going to eat pussy it will be after I’ve spread you out on my bed to see how many times I can make you come on my tongue. And not a second sooner.”

She cocks her head to the side, a sly tilt to her brow. “That doesn’t sound like bowing out to me, Amy.”

My face flames, more from sexual frustration than her obvious callout, and I lift my hips once more. “Can we talk about it later? Weren’t you doing something?”

Sophie pulls me back down the seat. “Tell me what you like though?” she asks, one hand slipping into my underwear. I cover her hand with mine and guide two fingers to my pussy.

“I like this,” I whisper, closing my eyes as she follows my gentle prompts, finding a rhythm between her fingers inside me and her thumb.

The window is cold against my palms. I splay my hands out, trying to touch as much glass as possible to cool off. The SUV fills with the sounds of my harsh breathing and the explicit, wet sounds of her fingers in my body.

She licks up my stomach, over my nipples.

I want to scream. Everything is soaked, her hand, my panties. Oh god, she’ll have to clean this car. But the shame does nothing to my arousal. It just makes me want this more. I want to show Sophie how hot this is. I rise up on my elbow to reach her mouth.

“Yes,” I say into her mouth. “Exactly like this.”

I cup her hand again, pushing another of her fingers inside me. The stretch is painful and delicious and exactly what I need to come. “You fuck me so good, Sophie. So fucking good.”

I cry out, the sound muted by her mouth and her skin, but if someone were outside they’d hear it and I’d want them to. In this moment, I want everyone to know how wild I am for her. I fall back onto the seat as I shudder. Sophie doesn’t stop until I squeeze her wrist.

I gasp. “No more.”