His fingers shove into me and wipe the smirk from my face, making me moan almost desperately against his jaw. The intrusion is rough and quick and stings a little, but in a good way, like a bite. He keeps thrusting them into me and I’m relieved that he’s seemed to realize that he doesn’t have to be careful with me, and I can be freer with my own desires.

When his fingers slip free, I make a noise of protest even though I know what’s coming. His thick cock presses into me and he drags me down onto it, strong hands not waiting for me to adjust, and I let out a loud cry as pleasure explodes outward, shooting up my spine as I pull hard at the tie.

“Fuck, just like that,” I gasp out, holding the sides of his face and digging my knees into the car seat on either side of his hips. A seatbelt buckle is digging into my knee in a way that I’m sure will bruise and the windows are already fogging up. It’s awkward and beautiful and so insanely hot that I want to write it into a song so it outlives us. “Oliver.”