Slash's Snakepit

Slash's pov~

I lean my head back against the seat, dragging in a deep breath, chest still rising and falling hard. My whole body's buzzing, high on her, on this, on the fact that two weeks ago she was shy and hesitant, and now? Now she's riding me in the front seat of my goddamn car like she was fucking born for it.

I crack a smirk, running a lazy hand through my tangled hair. "Damn, sweetheart. I think you're officially out of the amateur league."

Grace, still breathless, shoves at my shoulder, but there's no real force behind it. "Oh, fuck off."

I chuckle, reaching for my pack of smokes. "I mean it," I say, lighting up and exhaling slow, watching her through the haze of smoke. "Two weeks ago, you were fucking blushing. Now you're out here putting on a goddamn performance."

She rolls her eyes, trying to fight the heat crawling up her neck. "It wasn't a performance."

I tilt my head, smirking. "Could've fooled me."

Her glare sharpens, but I can see the corner of her mouth twitch. She's trying not to smile. Cute.

I take a drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily from my lips, the taste of her still sharp on my tongue. She's sitting there, straddling me, her chest rising and falling like she's trying to catch her breath. She's still all flushed, a bit dazed from the way I just rocked her world. And hell, she's got that look in her eyes, the one that says she's trying to play it cool, but we both know she's not fooling anyone.

She exhales, raking a hand through her messy hair, looking around like she just remembered where we are. "Are you sure no one saw us?"

I take another slow drag of my cigarette, my grin widening. "Yeah, I'm sure."

She looks at me like she's trying to read me, and honestly? I don't even care if anyone saw us. If they did, so what?

She narrows her eyes. "You hesitated."

I laugh, shaking my head. "Relax, baby. No one saw." I pause, then add, just to fuck with her, "But if they did? Pretty sure they had the best goddamn view of their life."

She groans, shoving her face into her hands. "I hate you."

I chuckle, taking one last drag before flicking the cigarette out the window. "Nah, you love me."

She scoffs but doesn't argue. Just starts pulling her shirt back on, mumbling under her breath about how she needs to get out of here before I corrupt her even more.

Yeah, not happening.

I reach out, grab her by the waist, and tug her right back onto my lap. She gasps, hands landing on my chest, but I just grin up at her. "What's the rush?"

"Slash-"

I press my lips to her neck, smirking against her skin when I feel her pulse stutter. My hands slide down, gripping her thighs, fingertips teasing under the hem of her shorts. "You sure you don't wanna go for round three?"

She lets out an exasperated breath, but I can feel the way she shivers. "You're insatiable."

I chuckle, trailing my lips up to her jaw. "Baby, you have no idea."

She huffs but doesn't move. Doesn't push me away. Just tilts her head slightly, giving me better access.

Yeah. That's what I fucking thought.

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Grace's pov~

I'm a fucking idiot.

Like, genuinely, what the hell was I thinking? Having sex in a damn car? In public? With him? Like we weren't both famous enough for someone to snap a picture? Like the world wasn't just waiting for a scandal?