Women Seeking Women #168

She climbed into his lap like she'd been planning it all night, knees bracketing his hips on that cracked leather seat, and ground down slow like she was testing how long he could stand it. The whole backseat reeked of hot vinyl and her perfume. She shoved his shirt up without asking and dragged her nails over his stomach, leaving red lines that stung. He grabbed her wrist, hard enough to make her breath catch, then let go when her free hand slid between them and popped his button open with one sharp tug.