He can't even wait for the car to stop. His hands are already on her, and his friends are watching.

The car slows at the curb, windows down, music thumping low. I stand up straighter and smooth my skirt, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear like it matters.

“Hey!” Tom grins from the back seat, already climbing out before the car fully stops.

A big smile stretches across my whole face.

He’s here.

“How are you, cutie?” he says, and before I can answer, his arms are around me, his lips pressed on mine.

His hands slide over my hips, then grip tighter, pulling me close. I feel his chest, his strength, his heat pressing into me like he hasn’t seen me in years.

I melt into it.

God, I missed him.

His palm drifts lower, past my waist, over my ass and sinks deeper, cupping me fully.

Wait…

I suck in a breath. His fingers press boldly deep between my cheeks.

I clench without thinking.

My thighs press together and heat flashes low in my belly.

He’s not stopping. He’s really doing this…

I put my hand on his wrist and try to glance toward the car.

“Tom…” I whisper, blushing.

He grins against my mouth but doesn’t let go.

His tongue flicks over mine again before he finally pulls back, dragging his hand out slowly, like he’s savoring the last second.

My heart’s pounding.

I glance at the car again.

Did they see that…

Tom grabs my backpack and the extra bag like nothing happened, all smiles and casual confidence.

“Come on, babe. Get in.” he says, that stupid grin still on his face.

I slide into the middle seat next to one of his friends.

Face glowing, skin buzzing and pressing my thighs tightly together.

I think his name is Mark? Or Max?

“Hi.” I say, smiling politely, then turn straight to Tom who climbs in after me.

He leans over and kisses me again, soft but hungry.

I kiss him back, my fingers brushing his cheek.

“I missed you.” I whisper.

He gives me that look. That warm, wicked look that makes my stomach flip.

“Missed you too. You look so damn cute, you hottie.”

I giggle and smooth my skirt over my thighs.

“I’m really excited. This is gonna be so fun.”

Tom drapes his arm behind me. Casual at first. But then his fingers start to drift, lower on my back.… and then lower.

I shift a little and pinch his wrist, trying to keep it playful.

“Stop.” I whisper, smiling nervously.

He smirks.

“What?”

Then his other hand slides down my thigh. Light, slow. To the hem of my skirt.

I feel the fabric move as his hand starts to glide back up, taking the skirt with it.

“T-t-Tom…” I mumble, squirming in place.

My cheeks burn. My eyes flick toward the window.

I grab the hem and tug it down, covering his hand with the skirt, warm against my thigh.

I press my own hand down on top of it keeping it in place.

Not too high… no…

The hand behind me moves too. Fingers sliding further, dipping low between me and the seat.

I stiffen.

Seriously?

I gasp quietly as his fingers wedge under me.

Firm and slow.

He’s really doing this. Again… Right here…

I tense everywhere at once, clenching without thinking as he keeps nudging, trying to work his fingers deeper under me.

“Tom… wh-what are you doing…”

He just grins and slides further, his fingers pressing deep between my cheeks.

I jolt, breath catching, as his fingers keep pushing forward, closer to my pussy.

“Tom…” I hiss, grabbing his wrist, careful, trying not to draw attention.

My whole body is burning.

He just laughs and slowly pulls his hand out like nothing happened.

I glance at the other guy. He’s staring out the window.

Did he see?

Did he hear?

Maybe the music covered it…

My heart thunders as I duck into Tom’s shoulder, hiding my face, clinging to him like he’s the safest place to disappear.

“Okay…” I whisper.

“Just… you… you… just… hhhh…“

My breath stutters.

“Not… ufff…”

Don’t let them notice… please…

His hand pauses for a second.

Then he pushes all the way.

Fingers press right against my pussy.

I suck in a sharp breath, heart hammering.

“Fuck.” Tom murmurs quietly, almost to himself.

“I can’t help it, babe.” he adds under his breath.

“You drive me crazy.”

Someone snorts from the front seat.

Tom laughs softly, casual, like it’s nothing.

I press my face deeper in his shoulder.

“Oh my god… Tom…”

But I don’t push him away.

I don’t move.

I stay leaned into him, curled into his shoulder, letting my head rest there.

His hand stays where it is, pressing gently.

And for a moment, I let myself pretend the others aren’t there.

His hand keeps stroking my thigh slowly under my skirt. His other hand stays between my legs, warm and firm.

And it feels… good. Warm. Safe.

Even if my whole face is on fire.

I shouldn’t be letting him do this. Turn me on like this.

Not with his friends right here.

This shouldn’t feel so good…