After an extended happy hour, my fuck buddy Justin and I fell into the back of the cab, laughing and kissing and clawing at one another’s clothes.

I barely understood Justin as he rattled off his address to the driver. He lived a good 20-minute ride from our current location.

Could I wait that long to screw him?

I settled into my seat, determined to curb my desires and find the patience I’d need to keep my hands to myself for the rest of the ride.

Of course, I knew that didn’t mean Justin wouldn’t try to tempt me. The minute I pulled away from him, his fingers found the edge of my skirt and toyed with the hem. He rolled the material between his fingers, making the fabric bunch and slide higher up my thighs. It didn’t take long for him to push the skirt so high my legs... Leer Más