I watch his face. The way his eyes squeeze shut, teeth gnashing, sweat building at his temples. I love that I can do this to him.
“Jesus…April…” He grabs the back of my head, gentle but guiding, fingers tangled at the roots of my hair. “You’re so fucking good. Keep going.”
I go faster. The sounds he makes are erotic…the wet slide, the little groans I make while around him, the movie explosions in the background. All of it cranks my brain to nothing but white noise. I could get drunk on this.
He flexes, hips bucking up. I gag a little, pull back, then sink down again, angling my wrist until he’s twitching. I can feel his shaft getting harder, the heat building in him, the way he starts to shake.
He’s getting close, making me want it even more.
Ben digs his heel into the floorboard, while his other hand grips my shoulder, clutching hard. “I’m going to come,” he warns, voice breaking. “Fuck, baby, right there…don’t stop.”
I don’t.
I take him as deep as I can, fighting my gag reflex. I close my lips around him, preparing to take everything he gives me. He starts to come. His orgasm is so strong he makes the whole truck rock, a strangled shout tearing out of him. He holds me steady until the last wave wrings him out. At the same time, something detonates in me. I reach between my legs, desperate for my needy clit, circling until a second orgasm slams into me, twiceas intense as before. I’m left soaked, dizzy, every thought in my head shattered by Ben.
Eventually, he releases me, pulls me into his lap, arms circling tight around my waist. I stay there, boneless, both of us shaking and sweating as we come down.
Ben kisses my hair, then my forehead, then my lips. “I never thought you would be my undoing, April.”
I smile, nuzzle his neck. “You make it easy.”
He laughs, the sound coming through both of us. “You have no idea how bad I want you, how much you fuck me up.”
I’m not sure there are words for what I feel. Instead, I just hold him, my heart banging so loud I’m afraid he’ll hear it.
The movie credits roll, the bright letters blurry on the windshield. The windows are completely steamed, water droplets sliding down the glass like tears. Outside, people are probably packing up, moms wrangling their kids, a couple two rows up are still making out on top the hood of their Honda. But in here, it’s quiet. Sacred. Just us.
Ben’s hands are still moving up and down my back, through my hair, cradling my face soft like I’m something precious. I’ve never in my life felt more wanted, safer, more… me.
His lips move to graze my ear. “Next time, I want you on top.” The promise in his voice makes my toes curl again.
I giggle and he grins wider, the little crinkles by his eyes making me melt.
We stay like that, wrapped together, sharing lazy kisses and little touches, the world outside nothing.
Even if I don’t know it yet, this moment will always be on repeat, a memory that outplays all the lost heat of that first night in Club Purgatory, only better. More real. Ben’s not a stranger now, and I finally feel like I belong somewhere.
Eventually, he shifts me to the passenger seat and tucks the blanket tighter around my bare legs. His fingers linger, like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
“You good?” His voice is so gentle I could cry.
“I’m perfect.” I mean it more than I ever have.
Ben’s smile is soft, rare. “Let’s stay here a little longer.”
So, we do.
Just the two of us, lost together in the dark.
Chapter 10
Ben
The house isquiet when I stumble in, my keys barely making it to the hook. Arrow’s voice drifts from the living room, soft over the low strum of his guitar. “You planning to stand there all night, or are you going to grace us with your presence?”
There’s no ‘us.’ Corinne and my nephew have already gone to bed. It’s just Arrow and the glow of the baby monitor, and now me. Staggering in like I’ve been run over.
Arrow is sprawled on the far end of the couch, one leg propped up, guitar balanced on his thigh. The TV’s on mute, some old black-and-white movie flickering shadows across the walls. It makes the place look haunted, or maybe that’s just me…brain fried, nerves shot.
