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He gives a small, deep chuckle. You and Matt go way back—to the high school days. He was the asshole kid with the fast car, and your parents can’t stand him. When you first start dating and he pulls up to the house, your mom’s face makes it very clear how she feels about him. Your dad? Well, he threatens the cops or his fist multiple times toward Matt, who never takes any of it seriously.

But where was the fun in always being good? You sneaking out, almost getting caught—it made you feel alive. Like the way Matt makes you feel when you’re with him. Part of you loved breaking rules. It gave you an adrenaline rush.

Matt leans over the center console, his hand gently grabbing yours. His fingers are calloused and rough. His thumb gently brushes over your knuckles, catching you off guard by how gentle he is. “Get over here,” he whispers, tugging you softly and helping you climb over the console and into his lap.

The minute you’re pulled onto his lap, you notice just how cramped it is. You straddle him, knees placed on either side of his thighs, the gear shift digging into your leg while the steering wheel presses into your back. Matt’s head leans back against the headrest. He has this hungry look in his eyes, a lazy smirk forming on his lips. It makes your breath catch. He always knows how to make you want him in the most inconvenient ways.

You run your fingers through his hair, gently tugging it periodically. He closes his eyes and moans softly, “You drive me absolutely insane. You know that?”

You smile and place a soft kiss right under his ear. “Just so we are aware, you started this.”

Matt lets out a quiet chuckle, and his hands slowly start to slide up your thighs, pushing your skirt higher. You gasp softly and lean back further to give him more room. The windows fog up slightly from the heat. His hands pause right at the edge of your underwear, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you really are wanting this to happen?” He asks softly.

You nod and blush, giving a small smile. “Yeah. Been wanting this all day.”

Matt groans, and suddenly his lips press into yours. The kiss is hungry, and your stomach flips over the excitement of what’s happening. You whimper as you chase his feverish pace. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. He moans into the kiss, his tongue meeting yours, teasing, drawing slow, dizzying circles that make your body feel like it’s on fire.

You move your body and press closer to him, feeling his cock getting harder by the second. It’s pressing against your underwear, and you can feel the wetness pooling between you two. Matt’s hands find your hips as you keep kissing. It’s now getting more urgent. You let out a loud moan as he slowly guides your hips to grind against him, feeling how hard he is rubbing against you.

“Easy baby, gotta keep it down,” he teases in between kisses. “Just because we are in a car doesn’t mean people can’t hear us.”

You nod softly, pulling back to look at him. You want just a moment to catch your breath. His lips are wet and swollen from where you bit and licked them. Your hips have a mind of their own now. You keep moving them in a slow rhythm, the wet spot on your underwear getting bigger and bigger. As you’re doing that, you slightly blush thinking how a cop, a random person, or even your parents could find you. It makes your blood rush at the thrill of it.

Matt watches you grind against him, and he groans softly. His hands grip your hips, not to stop, but to encourage you to keep going. He can see the level of excitement you have at the possibility of being caught.

One hand leaves your hip and grips your hair, pulling your head back gently to make you look at him. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers. He sounds serious, but his eyes are telling a completely different story.

You move slightly faster against him, pulling a gasp from his mouth. Your eyes darken, and you whisper, “I refuse. We are not stopping.”

He smirks and pulls you tighter against him. His lips attach to your neck, pressing soft kisses everywhere first. When he kisses the spot right where your collarbone and neck meet, you whine softly. He presses his lips there and gently sucks, exploring the spot first to see how you respond. You arch against him, and he sucks harder. There will definitely be a bruise there tomorrow. He moves his mouth to another spot and sucks there too. Your hand presses hard against the window. The sensation is painful but in the best way.

“How does that feel, baby? Like when I mark you all up for everyone to see?” Matt hums softly as he licks over the two spots to soothe the heat.

“Shit. Feels so good.” You moan softly, hips grinding even more aggressively against him.

The car windows are now completely fogged up from the heat being exchanged between the two of you. Soft pants and moans fill the quiet space. It’s everything you’ve wanted, and everything people have told you not to get involved with.

As Matt’s mouth sucks and bites at your neck gently, his hands slide further up your thighs. The skirt now completely resting at your hips, your underwear exposed. The air is chilly, and you gasp as the air hits your bare legs, goosebumps forming instantly. Matt laughs softly and squeezes your thighs softly. You feel your breath catch as his fingers lightly grace the edge of your underwear. He looks up at you.

“This turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing that at any moment someone could catch us?” Matt whispers right into your ear. “I mean, of course it does. Look at how fucking soaked you are. It’s coming through your panties.” His fingers lightly press on the wet spot. You let out a soft whine.

There are no words you can say right now, so all you do is nod. Light pants fall from your mouth as you watch him. His hand gently pulls your underwear to the side, his fingers finding your folds and pulling them apart. The sight makes him moan. You’re so wet. He kisses you roughly for a second before pulling away and smiling, his fingers gently stroking up and down, feeling every inch of your wet pussy. You cover your mouth with one hand, trying to contain how loud you are being.

Matt growled, his fingers now rubbing tight and fast little circles on your clit. “There’s my girl,” he mumbles between kissing you. “So fucking wet. You must really want my cock bad, huh?”

“P—please. Matt, just do something.” You moan softly and buck your hips, trying to get more friction from his fingers.

“Well, since you asked me so nicely.” He teases.

Matt slowly slides two fingers into you, giving you a moment to stretch around him. It doesn’t take long before his fingers are covered in your wetness. You gently grind your hips against his hand, and he watches carefully, letting you control this moment. You take a moment to notice just how small this space really was. The smell of sex and the sounds of soft moans fill the area. You keep grinding against his hand, and every once in a while Matt curls his fingers and helps you hit the one spot that makes you feel everything.

“Fuck. So hot watching you ride my fingers. Taking everything you want from me, such a good baby, aren’t you?” Matt teases aggressively in your ear.

You whine softly and nod. He takes that as a sign to really drive you crazy. You pause your movements as an act of submission. Matt slowly starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you, now setting a pace to bring you to the edge.

You hear a car pass by, the headlights flashing across the fogged-up windows. You pause, scared for a second. Matt just lets out a small laugh, his fingers never stopping.

“I hope to god they see this,” he whispers as he looks down at what his hand is doing. He watches his fingers pull almost all the way out before sliding right back in. He groans as your wetness starts to leak down the sides. “I want them to see how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

You grip his forearm as his fingers work you harder, his thumb rubbing on your clit in tight, perfect circles. White heat fills all your nerves. Before you can beg, Matt slips in a third finger. He’s being greedy, but the stretch of you around him sends him spiraling. He moans as he works you, filthy wet sounds filling the car. Your back arches against the steering wheel. He watches you getting closer to letting go, his smile dark and hungry.

You let out a small whimper, every nerve on fire inside your body. You can feel the orgasm building deep in your stomach. Matt smirks, and you know that he can tell too by the way he doubles down on what he is doing.

“F—fuck. I can’t—” your words are cut off by your moans. “Matt, please—”

Matt shushes you softly, then quickly kisses you. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing up any further moans you have. As his fingers move faster, helping you chase that high, you can feel the pressure building. It’s almost overwhelming. Everything is hot. The only cool thing is the steering wheel, which you feel right between your shoulder blades.

“Come on. Cum for me, sweet girl.” He commands softly, still watching his fingers fuck you.

You clench tight around his fingers and gasp, the orgasm washing over you in waves. Your vision goes blurry, and you hear Matt groan as you gush over his hand, soaking his shirt, his arm, and the seat beneath you. He looks at you with pride and hunger as he keeps working you through every aftershock, not stopping until he’s sure that you have come down from it.

As you come down, your body starts to slowly sag against the wheel, and Matt’s fingers slow down to a gentle, lazy pull in and out of you. He places a soft kiss on your cheek before removing his fingers from you. The loss of contact makes you whine softly, a blush forming on your face.

Matt looks at you, and then at the mess on himself. He smirks. “Think I just made you squirt, babe.”

You groan and cover your face, slightly embarrassed. “Oh god.”

Matt pulls your hands away from your face and gives a wicked grin. “That was so fucking hot. You might just kill me.”

You smile widely at the compliment, hands going straight to his belt buckle. “Your turn now,” your voice a low and teasing whisper. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

Matt gives you a dark look, his hips lifting to offer you help. You quickly move, tugging them down. His cock springs free. It’s thick and hard. The tip was a light red in color from want, a small bead of precum leaking right out of the head. Your mouth goes dry from looking at him and the things you want to do.

Your hand lightly wraps around his length. He’s heavy and very hard. You trace your finger over a vein that goes up the side. Matt lets out a soft whimper as you brush up the vein, then rub your finger lightly over his tip, collecting the precum. You bring that same finger to your mouth and moan as you taste him. His eyes darken.

“That’s being a fucking tease. Quit it.” He growls.

You smirk and give him big eyes. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Here, let me fix my behavior for you.”

Matt lets out a loud gasp as you squeeze his shaft and stroke it up and down in a slow, torturous pace. You look down and watch your hand stroke him between your spread legs. Your hand comes all the way up to the tip, rubs the head softly for a second, then you slide it back down to the bottom.

He lets out a groan, “fuck. You make my cock feel so good.”

A smile forms on your face. You lean forward as you keep stroking. You spit. It lands right there on his head. Matt’s hips buck up towards the sensation as a gasp leaves his mouth. Your hand collects the spit off of him and then coats his whole cock with it, making it slick and easier for you to move your hand. As your hand moves, you lean forward even more and pull his lips into a kiss. This one is loving, gentle, holding a double meaning as you squeeze his cock as your mouth moves against his.

Matt is completely letting you have control. Seeing you straddle him wide on his legs in the seat of his car, jacking him off is the best thing he could ever see. It makes his stomach tighten at how seductive you are being, compared to how normally innocent you are any other time.

But like always, Matt can’t ever let you be in control for too long. His hands softly stop yours, and he kisses your forehead.

“I really fucking need you. In the backseat.” His voice is low, filled with a deep need for physical connection.

You quickly climb off his lap, open the car door, and get into the backseat. Matt follows you just as fast, a big smile on his face. He thinks how eager you are is adorable. As soon as you both get back there and shut the door, his lips are on you. He carefully but excitedly takes off your shirt and bra. The skirt just stays pushed up around your waist as he takes off your underwear.

Moving fast, you pushed his pants down. He pressed his hips forward, the head of his cock pressing lightly against you. He silently said that he wanted you badly.

There was no more secret language. Once you were both undressed, you lay back on the seat and nodded. Matt reached for the center console and pulled out a condom, waving it teasingly. He opened the packet with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his cock. The heat between you two was almost unbearable as you lay there with your legs wide open, waiting for him to fuck you. The windows already fogged up instantly.

Matt gently flipped both of you over so he was on the bottom, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs softly. He’s completely captivated by your naked body being on top of him. He helped lift you up slightly, guiding his cock towards your entrance. He gives you one soft look before he slowly guides you down onto him.

You moan as you start to take in his cock, inch by inch, hands going to his shoulders to give you some leverage as you fully sit down and he’s buried deep inside you. You feel him twitch inside you from the feeling, your pussy clenching around him from how full you feel. Matt closes his eyes and lets out a soft moan, and it feels like everything is narrowed down to this moment.

“Fuck. So tight, so warm. I will never get tired of fucking you.” He whispers, eyes finally looking up at you.

You nod, letting out a soft whimper. “It feels so good.”

Matt sits up slightly, the angle making him go even deeper inside of you. Both of you gasp at the feeling. He brings his mouth to your breast and pulls a nipple into his mouth, softly sucking and nipping at it. You don’t move yet, just enjoying the wet feeling of his spit and mouth on you. Little moans fall from your mouth. He takes his time. While he is sucking on one, the other is being rolled between his fingers, and he grins against you as he feels you getting more turned on by the second.

“Need you to move, baby. Now.” He commands, pulling his mouth away from your chest for a second.

The words click in your head instantly. You begin to ride him. The pace is slow. You pull all the way up where just the tip of him is inside you, before you come back all the way down. As you keep doing that, he switches to the other nipple and his hips give tiny thrusts, meeting you halfway. Pants are falling out of both your mouths.

“Baby. Too fucking slow, let me.” He stops you. His hands are going to your hips.

Matt grips your waist, and suddenly he’s guiding you on his cock, the pace no longer slow. It’s fast, and the way he meets you halfway is sending shockwaves through your body. Your bodies move perfectly together. Every time you slide up, he slams you back down onto you, burying his cock deep inside you.

“There we go. Ride my cock like you own it.” He moans.

You whine, and suddenly you’re back in control. Hands on his shoulders and chasing the high. “Oh god, Matt.”

He grips your thighs roughly as you bounce on him. A string of moans falls from his mouth. He suddenly flips you, putting himself back on top. Matt lifts your legs so they are in the air, and he starts to really fuck you. His rhythm is aggressive in the best way. The only thing filling the car is the mix of your moans, the smell of sex, and skin slapping against skin.

“Look at you,” he says, looking at you. “Taking my cock so well. You love when I fuck you, don’t you?”

You whine and nod. “Y—yes. Love it.”

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, fingers pressing lightly into your cheeks. He’s trying to control how loud you are. You briefly forgot that you were technically in public, and if anyone passed by, they could hear you. Matt’s eyes darken at the sight of you taking his cock, your juices coating him as he goes in and out, and how you just let him cover your mouth to silence you.

Matt laughs softly, “God, such a good, obedient little slut aren’t you? Letting me fuck you and keep you quiet.”

You nod, tears coming to your eyes from the amount of pleasure you are feeling currently. Matt smiles and wipes one away, lowering your legs slightly so he can lean forward and place a kiss to your forehead. You look at him, and he uncovers your mouth. His pace is still unrelenting, his cock filling you over and over again. When you clench around him tightly, his hips stutter and he groans. He knows you’re close.

“M—Matt. I’m close. Gonna cum.” You whimper. Your hips buck up to meet him and bring you closer to the orgasm you feel building inside of you.

Matt nods, his thrusts getting deeper. He grips your ankles and looks at where your bodies are connecting, his thumb going straight to your clit and rubbing tight circles. He smirks as he watches your face look at him wildly, adding a bit more pressure to your clit.

“Cum for me. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.” He moans.

You follow his words and let go, clenching tight around him. The orgasm washes over you in waves. Heat courses through your body, white light around the edge of your vision. You gasp and grab onto the seat of the car, finding anything you can to steady yourself.

It doesn’t take long until Matt follows right after you. He feels you milk every last drop out of him, groaning from the pleasure of you wrapped so tight around him. He spills into the condom, your name falling from his mouth softly as his thrusts ease up until they are just gentle rolls of the hips.

As you both come down, Matt’s hips finally come to a stop, neither one of you moving. He is propped up by his arms so he doesn’t crush you. You’re trying to catch your breath. Gently, one of his hands moves and pushes back a strand of hair behind your ear. He gives a small smile.

You smile back softly, look around, and notice how the windows are so fogged up you can’t even see outside. Matt starts placing kisses all around your face, pulling a giggle out of you. It’s one of those sweet, rare moments that Matt has which you don’t see often.

For a minute, neither one of you says anything, just lying there in the moment of what happened. Matt pulls out of you, frowning when a soft whine leaves your mouth. He takes the condom off and puts it in a shopping bag found on the floorboard. He readjusts both of you so that you are lying on top of him, your head on his chest. The sweaty skin between you both doesn’t even bother you in this moment, you just enjoy the closeness.

Matt reaches up and draws a heart on the fogged-up window before letting out a low laugh. “I can’t believe how easy it was to convince you to have car sex with me.”

You giggle, nuzzling into his neck and pressing a soft kiss there. “I believe anytime you offer me sex it doesn’t take too much convincing.”

Matt hums softly, then reaches up again and writes your initial plus his initial inside the heart. He looks down at you and places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Are you ok?”

You nod. “I’m more than ok.”

Everything feels safe and quiet for a moment. Then suddenly there is a tapping noise outside the window. You both freeze.

“Matt.. You said nobody would see us. So what the fuck was that?” You ask quietly.

His face pales. “Uh… I don’t know. Get dressed. Fast.”

You both move quickly. You pull on your underwear and pull down your skirt. You forget to put your bra back on, but that doesn’t matter. Matt has his jeans pulled up but only half zipped, his shirt on backward. You are both just trying to be presentable to whoever is out there.

Matt climbs over the center console and into his seat. You follow right behind. You are patting down your hair and trying to control your breathing as Matt rolls his window down. You look over and freeze. Your dad. He looks around the car and sighs. Your face goes bright red. It’s obvious, with the foggy windows, the smell of sex, and how guilty you both look, what was going on in here.

“Really? The car?” Your dad asks unamused. He pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head.

Matt tries to come up with some excuse and an apology. Your dad puts his hand up, a silent sign to tell him not to even bother trying.

You look at Matt, giving him a sad smile to apologize for this happening… again.

“Look. I know you’re an adult, but next time just leave the house through the front door. Ok? Your mom almost lost her shit when she noticed you were gone.” Your dad sighs softly.

You nod awkwardly before speaking, “But where is the fun in that?”

“Kid. Next time I’m bringing Mom, and she will take pictures for blackmail. Use the front door. Got it?”

Matt looks at you, trying not to laugh at how awkwardly funny this whole thing is. Your face is bright red. You nod and give a thumbs up.

Your dad looks at Matt, unamused. “I don’t like you. Next time, ring the fucking doorbell like an actual grown-ass boyfriend. Get her home safe.” He walks away muttering something about how he doesn’t understand why the front door isn’t a good way to leave the house.

Once he is gone, you and Matt look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh, my god. I can’t even believe that happened.” You cover your face.

Matt shrugs and says, “Hey, at least he didn’t threaten to beat my ass this time. Progress, right?”

You shake your head and playfully smack his arm. He rubs it, frowning.

“Take me home, and maybe I’ll consider doing this again with you.” You smile sweetly.

He pinches your cheek and gives you a kiss. “Baby, let’s be honest. You’ll take the chance at my cock without my persuasion. It’s like we are animals.”

You groan, but smile. Because yeah, maybe you two didn’t know how to keep your hands off each other.

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The classroom door had barely found its frame again when your back hit the cool stone beside it. The rough, rugged bricks biting into your shoulder blades did little to dissuade the arch of your body into his. His palm splayed broad and steady against the bare skin of your lower back, holding your hips flush to his, unwilling to permit even the slightest of distance between you.

His lips had scarcely left yours since you'd crossed the threshold. Your fingers traced the tick of muscles along his jaw, the protrusion of each under tension, mouth working against your own to betray his incessant want.

Isaac Night, for all his genius, was only a boy after all.

The skin beneath your touch creased, dimpling with the attempt of a smile and a weak laugh, the absurdity of your desire bubbling past his usually impeccable composure. The steady rush of his breath across your cheeks betrayed his reluctance to part even for breath. Each ragged inhale, exhale, forced through his nose as it ghosted across your skin, the tip brushing yours with every slight inclination of his head, lips hungering for yours.

Surreptitious sighs passed between you, muffled by the roll of tongues, the taste of him heavy and bordering on distracting. So much so that it was almost impossible to render the events that had led you here. How you had been walking from class one minute and in his clutches another. How conversation about your upcoming project had dissolved so easily in contact with teenage lust. All it had taken was the brief flick of his gaze from eyes to lips, and whatever good sense either of you possessed was abandoned.

Warmth trailed from every point he held you. The faint traces of the cologne he'd applied that morning still clung to his skin, softened by the almost-sweet scent of his shampoo drifting from the curls that refused to stay where they belonged as he stooped to meet your advances. They tumbled between you, threatening to tangle in your lips until your hand smoothed them back into place, each absent-minded stroke coaxing another soft, beautiful sigh from low in his chest.

He pressed closer still, surrounding you almost entirely as if to shield you from non-existent onlookers – your only company the dust motes unsettled by your abrupt intrusion – as if to consume you, greedy and desperate.

This is what it was like to kiss Isaac Night. A boy as devoted to the artistry of desire as he was the craft of his machines.

As your knees weakened and his strength became your scaffold, you decided there was no superior feeling.

The summer heatwave was a perfect excuse to visit Matt at the gas station and enjoy the cool air. As you walk through the front door, the shelter of the gas station gives you slight respite from the sweltering temperature outside. 

Lucky for you, the gas station is empty, so you lock the entrance behind you with a slight click. 

“Told ya not to do that,” Matt calls, wheeling a case of soda into the walk-in area of the refrigerated section. 

“Don’t worry, I flipped the sign over to CLOSED, too,” you joke. 

Sweat beads at your temples and down the center of your chest as you stand in the doorway of the walk-in cooler.  You feel the crisp air emanating from inside it. Matt’s cut off shirt accentuates the lean muscle of his biceps as he unloads the crates. He pretends to pay you no mind while he starts restocking the rows and rows of beverage options. 

“Are you trying to get me in trouble?” he huffs, with a Mexican Coke bottle in each hand. You roll your eyes playfully as he continues to stock the refrigerated section. 

“You and I both know that no one’s coming to the gas station in this heat,” you say, taking a step into the walk in. The door closes behind you and the sudden temperature drop triggers goosebumps to run through your body. 

As Matt empties the first crate, he turns to face you. “You did,” he teases, closing the space between you.

“I just came to get something to help me cool off,” you say innocently, biting your lip. 

“S’that so?” Matt asks, cornering you against the cold refrigerator door. 

As soon as your back is flush against the glass, it takes your breath away. You gasp, but your lips are enveloped in the warmth of Matt’s mouth. His hands wrap around your waist, still frigid from handing the cold glass bottles. 

You suck air through your nose, disoriented by the contrasting temperatures taking over your senses. You kiss Matt back, allowing him to control the pace. His lips wander down your jaw, nipping at your neck in the most delicious way. A soft moan escapes your lips when he sucks on your soft skin. His hands travel upward, tugging at the straps of your tanktop. It falls to rest at your hips, exposing you even more to the frigid air. Matt takes one of your stiff peaks in his mouth, lapping at it just right. 

You grind your crotch against his, desperate for any kind of friction as he suckles your breast. Matt knows just what you need, so he flips you around quickly. Your chest is flush against the cold glass of the refrigerator door as a flushed heat exudes every part of your body. The conflicting temperatures leave you in an almost euphoric state. 

“You cooled off yet, hun?” Matt murmurs against your ear. “‘Cause it feels like you’re actually burning up.”

You can only whimper while he tugs down your shorts. He grinds his clothed cock on your ass as you reach back to run your fingers to his hair, gripping onto the nape of his neck. You wiggle your ass once more, inviting him to continue. 

Matt pulls out his hard length, rubbing it against your slick. 

“Fuck me, Matt,” you practically beg with a breathy voice. His grip holds you firmly against the glass as he plunges into you with one deep thrust. Matt bottoms out, stretching you to your limit. The familiar feeling has you clenching tightly around him, earning you a groan from Matt’s throat.

As he buries himself into you over and over again, he tugs at your hair. It pulls your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Like this? Huh? You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, trying to coax a response out of you. 

“Oh my g-god, yes,” you gasp, unable to form a coherent sentence as Matt rearranges your guts. 

He lets go of your hair, allowing you to rest your cheek against the cool glass door. Your warm breath leaves the glass foggy and a singular hand print is dragged against the condensation when you try to regain any kind of composure. 

Matt reaches around you, searching for your sensitive bundle of nerves. When his fingers make contact, your legs buckle, struggling to stay standing.

Matt grips onto your waist with one arm to keep you steady, while his other hand still works its magic on your soft flesh. “Stay with me, sweetheart. We’re almost there,” he whispers between breaths. 

You’re close, you feel it; and he knows it too. 

“God I fucking love how you squeeze me,” he coos, nipping at your neck again. 

“Matt…hmph—” you struggle to get the words out. 

“Talk to me baby,” he pants. “Come on, use your words,” The sweetness of his words completely contrasts the way he’s pounding into you. His thrusts become so deep that your feet are practically off the ground; being held up only by his right arm around your waist.

Deep in your core you feel a tightness begin to build. “M-m’gonna cum,” you practically babble. 

The groans and whines that escape his mouth combined with his doubled efforts push you over the edge. Your velvety walls convulse around his thick cock as you feel his warm seed fill you to the brim. You rest your body against the glass, attempting to catch your breath. Matt slowly eases out of you, helping you put your clothes back on. 

He turns you around, pulling you into a sweet embrace. “Y’alright?” he asks, checking in. 

“I’m perfect,” You respond, still a little dazed. You rest your head against his chest for a while before pulling away completely relaxed. 

“That was…not what I was expecting,” you joke, turning to leave the walk in. 

“Don’t act so innocent, Stray. You know what those shorts you’ve got on do to me,” Matt admits, tapping your ass lightly. 

“I just wanted a cold drink, that’s all. Very innocent,” you deny. 

Matt smirks, reaching to grab two chilled Mexican cokes. He uses one to pop the cap off of the other, handing it to you.

“There ya go,” he says. “Now head back to the trailer park. I’m off soon and I’m not done with you.”

You take a sip from the coke bottle and turn, sauntering away with a newfound pep in your step.