“How does that…how does that feel?” Cooper finally murmured.
“Perfect.”
“Really?”
“Really. Don’t stop moving.”
“Tell me again,” Cooper murmured.
“Perfect. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. Don’t stop moving.”
“I won’t.”
The air shimmered around them, dancing in the heat they generated. Edwin gripped him so hard, his fingers hurt and the tendons in his forearms pressed against his skin. Every time Cooper flexed around Edwin’s shaft, the world wavered and threatened to go black. Somehow, he held on to his control, held on to the solid objects. His car. The seat. The dashboard. Cooper didn’t overwhelm everything, but when Edwin blinked, he thought he saw Cooper’s body bleeding into the leather, slipping through the window, seeping into Edwin’s own flesh.