Midnight Desires

I slid into the booth beside him, my thigh brushing against his. He smelled like expensive cologne and bad decisions.

“You’re late,” he said, tilting his sunglasses down to reveal eyes that were far too calm for a man standing on a landmine.

“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” I replied with a smile, sipping from his glass without asking. “Let’s skip the small talk. You didn’t call me to reminisce about old times, Did you? ”

He leaned in, lips near my ear. “No. I called because I want the truth, about you and Alejandro.”he whispered.

I turned my head, our faces inches apart. “And what makes you think I’ll tell you anything?” I whispered back , bitting back a smile from forming on my lips.

“Because I know you,” he said, voice low and hungry. “You like being heard… but you love being seen.”

I smilled finally eyes never leaving his, Touché.

The conversation twisted from questions about the past, to flirtation wrapped in veiled accusations.

 He tried to act like a man with a mission. But I saw the way his gaze dipped to my lips. The way his fingers curled into fists to resist touching me.

And resistance was something I always liked to break.

A few hours later …Outside on the highway at 12:47 AM ridding back home,

The drive back was quiet — until he pulled into a darker part of the road, the city lights barely touching us.

“You live just a few minutes down,” he said, eyes locked on the road.

“I know,” I responded, slowly unbuckling my seatbelt. “But don’t pretend you brought me here to drop me off.” 

He looked at me then — really looked. His jaw was clenched, but his pupils were blown wide with lust.

“Get in the back seat,” he said hoarsely.

I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” ..I questioned, pretending not to know his notorious motive.

“Back seat,…Now!” he roared, voice filled with desire.

The command hit me like lightning. I slid over the center console with ease, hiking up my dress as I settled in the back, legs parted slightly — a silent invitation.

He followed, slamming the door shut behind him.

The space was small, suffocating, electric. His mouth was on mine before I could speak. 

Hot and desperate, his hand gripped my throat just enough to make my breath hitch, and I moaned into his mouth, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He tore the dress off one shoulder, eyes wild. “You drive me insane.” he murmured under his breath.

“Good,” I whispered back, reaching down to undo his belt. “Now make it worth my time.”

Reuben’s hands explored every inch of me like he was trying to memorize it all in the dark. He trailed kisses down my collarbone, across my chest, his mouth claiming me in ways Alejandro never could.

I tugged at his shirt, baring his chest, nails raking lightly over his skin.

“Fuck….Lovia,” he groaned as I pulled him closer, my hips grinding against his.

The back seat creaked under our motion. My moans filled the space like music, breathy and raw, as his mouth trailed lower. I gasped when his fingers slipped beneath the hem of my panties, teasing, playing, circling — until I was trembling against him.

Then he was inside me, hard ..deep and unapologetic.

The windows fogged as our bodies moved in sync, a tangle of sweat and want. 

I gripped the leather seats, head thrown back, thighs wrapped tight around his waist. Every thrust was punishment and pleasure, like he was trying to claim something that was never his to begin with.

He fucked me with passion, each row into me was harder than before .

“Say my name,” he whispered, lips against my neck.

“Reuben,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t, he trailed kisses from my neck to my breasts and licked my nipple slowly whilst biting the tip slightly mid-lick ..his cock still inside me doubling the pleasure.

“Ahhh…. damn!..“ I moaned desperately ,as he began sucking my breast slowly.

Reuben’s breath was ragged as he pressed deeper into me, our bodies locked in a rhythm that was desperate and devastating.

I arched beneath him, my back scraping 

against the leather as his mouth moved to my waist — slow, wet kisses that trailed heat down.

His hands gripped my hips like he was holding on for dear life, his thrusts growing harder, more erratic.

“ahhh , goddamit…” he groaned, voice guttural. “You feel… incredible.”

I smiled wickedly, dragging my nails down his back just hard enough to leave marks. “Good. I like to leave an impression.” I uttered, licking my lips.

I pulled him even closer, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist as he filled me over and over again, our bodies colliding with a rhythm that felt violent and beautiful all at once. 

My head tipped back, lips parted in a soft gasp as pleasure spiked through me like lightning.

I ground my hips upward, matching his thrusts with a fierce hunger of my own. His pace faltered for just a moment, caught off guard by the way I took control of the movement and owned it.

“You like it when I ride it back, don’t you?” I whispered against his ear, biting his lobe as I squeezed around him.

His answer was a broken moan.

“You like that the villain fucks better than the housewife?” I questioned,voice barely above a whisper.

“God, yes.” he replied.

I flipped us over without warning, straddling him now, my hands pressed to his chest. The dress was pushed up around my waist, sweat clinging to my skin, hair a mess of curls sticking to my cheek.

I started moving again — slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. His hands found my thighs, holding tight as I rode him, watching his face contort in ecstasy beneath me.

“Look at you,” I purred, bouncing harder now, my palms pressed to the ceiling of the car for balance. “Alejandro’s loyal friend. Moaning like a sinner under the woman you were warned about.”

He bit his lip, trying to hold it in. I slammed down on him with force, earning a cry that made my body shiver.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“Lovia… fuck… Lovia, you’re… insane,” he rasped, eyes fluttering shut.

I slowed again, grinding in tight circles. “Insane turns you on?” I questioned , still riding him.

He didn’t answer, he didn't need to because the answer was very clear.

I leaned forward, hand slipping between us, fingers circling my own clit as I rode him faster now, chasing the edge. His hands slid up to my breasts, mouth open, breath ragged. We were two storms colliding — messy, raw, explosive.

The orgasm hit me like fire, tearing through my spine as I cried out, hips jerking, nails digging into his shoulders. He wasn’t far behind — I felt his whole body tense, then release with a groan that echoed through the tiny space.

For a long moment, we just stayed there, breathing, sweating, trembling.

Then I leaned down, kissed his chest, and whispered:

“Hope you are well fed.”

He collapsed against me, forehead resting on mine, both of us breathless.

After a moment, I asked him again “So… still think I’m the villain?”

He laughed softly. “God help me… but I think I want the villain now.” he replied and pressed a kiss on my lips.

I smiled, running a finger down his jaw.

Poor Reuben.

He had no idea he’d just fallen into my trap.