Chapter 6

The air in the private back room of the drive-in theater was thick, heavy with the scent of old leather upholstery and the lingering, sweet musk of our earlier escapades. It was cool in here, a stark contrast to the humid summer night pressing against the high, narrow windows, but the heat radiating from his body was enough to make me sweat through my thin slip dress. I lay spread out on the plush, worn velvet couch, my legs draped over the armrest, offering him full access. The low hum of the projector next door vibrated through the floorboards, a distant, rhythmic thrum that felt like the heartbeat of the entire world, separate from the intense, claustrophobic focus we shared in this small, dimly lit space. He had been teasing me for hours, circling my sensitive flesh with his thick, veined cock, making me beg, making me ache with a frustration that had turned into a desperate, throbbing need. He’d stripped me down, pushing my slip off my shoulders, leaving me bare and vulnerable for his inspection. His eyes, dark and predatory, had raked over my body, lingering on my nipples, then drifting lower, fixing on my ass with a