Free Love

Jay Savage sat in the broken-down car, phone dead, thumb still twitching for a signal. Lily LaBeau pulled up, bare feet on the pedals, eyes like she already knew what he needed. She offered the ride without asking why. He climbed in. They didn't talk much at first, just the hum of the engine and the click of the seatbelt she never wore. By the side road she used, the sky had gone orange. She stopped, killed the ignition, and climbed over the console without a word. Her mouth found him fast, wet and greedy. Jay gripped the headrest. She took him deep, throat working, spit shining down her chin. Then she turned, straddled him reverse, worked him into her ass in slow, filthy rolls. He watched every inch disappear. She rode him hard, blonde hair slapping his face, cunt dripping onto his thigh. When she slid off she took him straight into her mouth again, tasting herself on his cock while the car windows steamed and the light faded. No plans, no signal, just heat and the sound of skin on skin.