“I can’t wait for us to get home and get naked,” she said as we drove home from the party. Her feet were propped up on the dashboard, her fingers were toying with the buttons on her pink shirt, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road.
“Sounds like someone’s a little worked up,” I remarked. I managed to keep my voice steady, even though I was already half-erect at the thought of her smooth thighs wrapped around my body.
My arousal only increased when she turned to me and said, very clearly and deliberately, “No. Someone is not ‘a little worked up.’ Someone is fucking horny as fuck.”
I glanced at her and smirked. “I’m not surprised, given how hard you were flirting with ____ tonight. I thought he was going to pull you into the bedroom and fuck you on top of everyone’s coats.”
“Mmm.” Her tone and smile were languid. “I wish he had. I like the thought of you coming in to look for me and catching him with his cock buried inside me.”
I swallowed in a suddenly dry throat as I felt my own cock getting hard.