Chapter 9 #2
He keeps his hand moving in lazy motions up and down the outside of my leg, messing with the hem of my skirt, then dropping low again. Each time, my pulse jacks up a notch, skin hypersensitive.
He leans over, lips inches from my ear. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”
Something about the way he says it sounds possessive, but gentle, making my heart stutter, then race even faster.
Movie noise—explosions and car chases—sounds outside. Who gives a shit.
Ben’s fingers slide under the blanket, under my skirt this time. When he presses his palm to my inner thigh, my legs part like muscle memory. I can’t even pretend to be subtle.
I grip the edge of the seat, and Ben glances down at my hands, a flash of approval on his face.
Then he slides higher, fingers finding my panties. I’m soaked. Mortified. But turned on beyond belief.
His hand cups my pussy through the fabric as he begins to rub me slowly. I bite down a moan, hips arching off the seat without even thinking.
Ben smirks, his voice so low I barely catch what he says. “You’re so fucking wet. You want this, don’t you, baby?” His fingers trace me through the thin cotton, teasing. Each stroke pulls another gasp from my lungs.
I nod, too lost to even pretend.
He pushes my underwear aside, and his fingers finally touch bare skin. Heat, pressure, then smooth circles right over my clit. I lose it, my head falling back against the seat, thighs trembling.
He keeps working me, slow but purposeful. Like he has all the time in the world.
My breath turns ragged, until I’m panting. He watches me intently…every second. His eyes glued to my face, archiving every shudder, every twitch.
When my pussy starts to clench, aching for something to grip, Ben slides one finger into me, then another, filling me with a sudden stretch that pulls a gasp from my lungs. It’s too much and exactly enough, all at once. I can’t keep quiet, can’t hold back the moan that climbs up my throat.
My hips buck against his hand, but he holds me in place, thumb never stopping its maddening circles.
He’s driving me higher, winding me tighter, until my entire body is taut and shaking.
My toes curl hard in my shoes, calves cramping, every muscle coiling.
I’m right there, on the edge, everything inside me buzzing like a live wire, ready to snap.
“Ben…”
“Come for me, April. Now. Don’t hold back.”
The words are enough to take me over the edge. Everything clenches, releases, then shatters. I come so hard I squeeze his hand between my thighs, trembling uncontrollably.
The world narrows to that immediate moment of pleasure, wave after wave until I’m wrung out, boneless. I suck in air, lungs burning, and realize I’m crying.
Ben eases up, kisses the side of my face, his other hand smoothing my hair. “That’s it, angel. You did so good.”
I can’t move. I can’t think. All I know is him, his hands, my own pulse humming in my ears, the movie in the background only noise. And I never want any of it to end.
For a minute, I’m just floating, my body slack against the seat, nerves shot to hell in the best possible way. Ben still has his arm around my waist, thumb tracing lazy circles on my bare thigh, like he can’t let go yet.
Outside, the world’s gone completely dark, the only light coming from the movie screen painting everything a blue-white color. For a second, it’s quiet enough I can hear our breaths, in-sync and harsh. The windows are all sweat-fogged, nobody can see us. Nobody even exists except us.
Ben kisses the side of my neck, so tender it almost wrecks me. “Still with me, April?”
I manage a shaky laugh. “Barely.” My voice sounds two octaves higher than normal.
He grins with pride. “Good.”
But my body’s not done wanting. There’s this greedy need in me, something wild that only he can fix.
I turn toward him, my heart pounding all over again. My fingers fumble at his belt, clumsy with jitters and adrenaline. Ben tracks every move, eyes dark and focused, like I’m the only thing worth looking at.
“What are you doing?” The words are almost a whisper, but there’s nothing soft about the way his jaw clenches.
I swallow and force myself to keep going. Who cares if I’m nervous? I want this. I want him to be helpless for me. “Returning the favor.”
Ben’s breath hitches as I work the buckle open, pulling down his zipper. He helps by lifting his hips, giving me a low, broken “fuck,” and suddenly I have him in my hand, hot, heavy and perfect.
The head of his cock is flushed a deep red, with pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
He’s long and thick, and it makes my mouth water.
I stroke him once, tentatively, learning the weight of him.
Ben’s knuckles go white on the steering wheel, and then there’s the audible sound of his head thudding back against the headrest.
“That’s it,” he groans, his voice now gravelly. “Don’t tease me, April.”
I bite my lip, then bend down, slowly running my tongue over the head, tasting him.
Ben chokes out a curse. I do it again, making it wetter this time, then take him as deep as I can.
Not far, at first. I’m a little scared, since technically, this is my first time going down on a guy.
But when Ben makes a deep, helpless noise it’s nothing but pure reward, and honestly, I’m starting to get turned on by it.
I wrap my hand around the base, stroking in time with my mouth, cheeks hollowing. The more I do it, the more I feel him losing control. His thighs tense, and he starts to roll his hips up. They are shallow thrusts, but already desperate for more.
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, twice as 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.