The air is hot and thick. Summertime in Arizona is hell on earth, disguised as paradise. At least, that's what I thought of it. Riding in the passenger seat of Eren's car, with his hand on my thigh, as pop plays from the radio, I sit and stare out of the windshield, my eyes glossing over at the beautiful sunset. Gold, orange, and red streak the slightly cloudy sky, the road becoming dim under the setting star. The air conditioner is on high, but it doesn't make much of a difference against the sweltering heat rapping its knuckles on the car's doors and windows, begging to be let in.
"What do you want for dinner?" Eren's low, deep, soothing voice breaks the comfortable almost-silence, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of us, gliding over the asphalt at a slightly elevated pace, just a couple miles over the speed limit. "I don't know. Pizza?" I answer back, tearing my eyes away from the sky to look at his face. God, how can someone be so beautiful? His face is so perfect; Sharp jawline, lengthy hair, eyebrows knit together, trying to block out the dying sunlight. "Sounds good." He responds curtly, looking away from the road for a moment to hand me his phone to call and place an order.
After doing so, I hand the phone back, watching him lean slightly into me to slide it into the back pocket of his black jeans. "You okay?" he questions softly, turning to look at me for a second, before turning back to the traffic ahead of us. "Yeah. I'm fine." I look out of the window to my right, wincing slightly at the non-stop sight of construction and gravel and dirt and cacti. I hate it here. I hate the desert. I always have, and I always will. Everything is dead, everything is fake, everything is turning into SoCal without the beaches. It's sickening. The only redeeming quality of it all is the convenience of city life, every store you could possibly name in alphabetical order is within a five minute drive.
Eren pulls into the parking lot for the pizza place, the car turning off drags me out of my head. "I'll be right back. If you get too hot, come inside." He mumbles quietly before opening the door, letting in a waft of the disgusting 110° heat. Before I can stop myself, a groan of misery claws its way up from my throat. The car door shuts as he slips inside the restaurant. As I sit alone in the hot car, quiet, with no music or air conditioning to break up the ear-ringing silence, my thoughts drift to the ways I could escape this hell, this prison. But I know I never will. Why would I move away and be happy in blissful ignorance, when I could stay and fight to protect the city from even more of a heat dome?
But I know what Eren would say if I voiced that. "You're not some vigilante. Stop acting like you are, and just live your life." He's told me on so many occasions, when the "delusions of grandeur", as he calls them, become an obsessive subject of conversation. Suddenly, a gust of heat hits my skin, and hot pizza boxes with a two liter bottle of soda and a box of buffalo wings is shoved into my grasp. "You doing okay? You didn't melt in here, did you?" Eren grins as he slips into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut and putting the car in reverse before looping out of the parking lot and driving towards our apartment. "Smells so good…" I mumble mindlessly, though the spice of the wings burns my nose slightly.
"Hungry?" He laughs at me, before turning the music up slightly, as one of my favorite songs was playing. Upon arrival at the gate and entering the code to be let in, he pulls into our designated parking space and takes the food from me while he begins walking to the apartment. His keys jingle as he fumbles with the door, balancing all the food in one arm while unlocking the door with the other. He walks inside and sets the pizza on the counter. "I'm gonna change, I'm covered in sweat." I mutter as I head towards the bedroom, swiftly flicking on the tower fan I had set up in the corner, because, of course, apartments don't come with ceiling fans.
I know he knows he shouldn't, but I hear the hinges of the door creak slightly as Eren takes a long "peek" at me as I change into clean pajamas. "I'm your girlfriend, just come in and watch me." I call to him, causing him to fully enter the room. "Damn," he mumbles as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. Before I can slip my shirt on, his hands are on my hips, and I can see the faint outline of a bulge pressing tight against his pants. "And what about dinner?" I hum. "What about dinner? It can be put in the oven, or refrigerated. Or, better yet, we can make this quick. I know how good food is when you're still running high off of cumming all over me." He lowers his voice, leaning in and pressing kisses to my neck and lips.
Who am I to resist his charms? That man's hot as hell, no way I'd pass up such an opportunity, especially given he's always so busy at work all week. His kisses dip lower until he takes one of my breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling over my nipple. I tip my head back, a soft "mmm" slipping out. He walks me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, at which point he grabs my arms and holds them above my head as he leans me downwards onto the soft blankets. He pulls his pants down just far enough to get his cock out, before pulling my pants down, his fingers nimbly teasing my clit through my underwear. "You're gonna take this dick like a good girl, aren't you?" He whispers, peppering kisses all along my stomach. As my core tightens, just about to cum, he pulls away. "Not so fast." He smirks as he pulls my panties aside, "Need my angel to wait for the main event." He leans forward and kisses me deeply, his tongue finding my own as his cock slips inside me with practiced ease.
His hips roll slowly, lazily, as if he really didn't care about how cold our food was getting. He separates from my mouth to breathe, his hands move from my wrists to my hips as he holds me steady. "Remember to breathe." He mutters, his speed picking up. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, my legs instinctively wrap around his hips to draw him in deeper. "Fuck," He hisses, his teeth gritted as he continues with his pace, despite how sloppy he was getting. "'M gonna fill you up, mama." He groans, his head lolling forward as he descends into a string of whiny half-whimpers, half-grunts, his white hot cum filling me up, causing me to release in tandem.
With a shaky sigh, he pulls out, reaching over me and grabbing a box of tissues. His chest heaves with shallow, quick breaths as he cleans himself and me, before zipping his jeans back up and helping me sit up, with his hand positioned behind my head to keep me from getting dizzy. "Let's eat, yeah? Don't want the food to get cold." He gives me a cheeky grin, grabbing a hair tie from our nightstand and tying his long hair up into a bun before walking out to the kitchen, the scent of fresh "left to sit for twenty minutes while I fucked my girlfriend" pizza filling the air. I wonder what movie he'll pick to watch while we eat.