Bad At Driving, Great At Fucking

Romi Rain stared at the girl in the passenger seat. "Driving school?" Athena laughed. "Didn't need it. I'm already great. I always win racing games." Cute. Arrogant little thing. Romi kept her hands ready. "Alright, time to grab first place again," Athena said and twisted the key. The engine roared. Romi lunged for the wheel. "This isn't a race, stop—" Later, inside the office, Athena crossed her legs and smiled. "So, did I pass?" Romi pinched the bridge of her nose. "You failed. Worst test I've seen in years." Athena shrugged and slid closer. "Let me try again." "Six months. That's the rule." Athena leaned in, warm breath on Romi's ear. "Maybe the rules can bend." Her fingers trailed up Romi's thigh. Romi felt the fight crack inside her, lips parting before she could stop them. Athena's kisses were slow, sure. Her tongue teased, teeth nipped. Romi grabbed the edge of the desk as Athena's hands worked buttons, zipper, heat. They fucked hard on the worn couch, Athena's legs locked around her waist, breath sharp against Romi's neck. Athena didn't drive, but she knew exactly how to move, when to grind, when to slow until Romi begged. By the time they finished, Romi was breathless, shirt twisted, every inch of her still burning.