Currents: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

to me.
“What are you doing?” he asks, that naughty grin still on his face.
“Pay attention to the road. Don’t mind me.”
I move my hand up his thigh until I’m at the juncture of no return. His hardness strains against his jeans. I can’t wait to taste him.
My red-tipped nails are bright against his jeans as I unbutton his pants and slowly pull the zipper down. I glance up. His jaw is clenched, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles are white.
“Bliss . . .” he hisses as I slide my hand over his boxers. His cock twitches when I touch the sensitive tip. I stroke up and down the material, causing friction. When he tenses, I feel a renewed sense of confidence.
I slip my seatbelt over my head and move toward him. The center console separates us, but I lean over it, and my head is in the exact spot I want it to be.
I graze my teeth over the opening of his boxers, flicking the button with my tongue. When I open the flap and let his cock spring free, I hear Carson suck in a breath. I lick the top of his head, making him groan above me.
“Eyes on the road. Don’t crash the car.”
“Easy for you to say.”
I chuckle and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He’s thicker than I’m used to, but I relax my jaw and slowly slide down until he’s almost all the way in. I hum in appreciation as I fist the base of his cock.
I begin to work him, moving my hand up and down as my tongue relishes his flavor. He growls and hits the steering wheel as I quicken my pace. I feel his entire body tense, and with a pop, I let him slip from my mouth. I lick his thick length, swirling my tongue over his sensitive head.
“You’re going to make me come.” The words are a low growl.
I lift my head, but continue to stroke and pump with my hand. His cock is wet and glistening. I rub my thumb over the crown and he shudders at my touch.
“Do you want to come?” My voice is sultry. He nods, and I lean over and kiss his neck, before whispering in his ear. “In my mouth?”
He closes his eyes for a brief second before nodding again. I hum in appreciation and take him inside my mouth again.
This time I don’t hold back. I want to hear him scream my name as he releases into my mouth.
I’m relentless, taking almost all of him inside my mouth. He threads a hand into my hair. Moaning my name, he pushes me down one last time before he grunts out his release.
The salty taste of him slides down my throat, and I suck until I’ve caught every single drop. Rising, I smile at him.
“That was fucking incredible. I can’t wait to return the favor.”
“Neither can I,” I say, adjusting my seatbelt. I’m feeling quite proud of myself.
I roll down the window, letting the cool night air in as we zoom past the houses and cars. All is quiet tonight, and I can’t help think things are changing. This moment is a new start to something, I just don’t know what.
Ten minutes later, we’re rushing to the elevators, food in hand. A few people stop and stare at the enticing scents floating through the lobby.
I tap my foot in annoyance. How long does it take for the elevator to get here? 
The lift behind us dings and we almost crash into the old couple that walk at a tortoise pace out of the elevator. I growl in frustration, making Carson chuckle beside me.
As soon as the walker clears the way, I push forward and slam my hand on the button for my floor. I punch the close-door button twenty more times than is normal. Just as the door is about to close, someone yells for us to hold the elevator.
Fingers moving at breakneck speed, my tapping continues. We’ve waited long enough. The guy rushes up to the elevator as the door closes. Carson mouths a sorry, but I’m not.
I drop the bag on the floor. Putting my hands on his chest, I push Carson to the corner of the elevator. I might not have the strength or height advantage, but when I want something, I make it mine. And right now, all I want is Carson.
His lips crash onto mine, his own bag forgotten on the floor. The kiss is rushed and full of need. Teeth and tongues clash, and a moan works it way out of my throat. The thought of having him all to myself makes my core heat in anticipation.
He spins me around, my back hitting the wall. A leg moves between mine, urging them further apart as he presses into me. I can feel his hardness through his jeans against my stomach. I slip a hand between us and reach down, rubbing up and down.
He breaks the kiss, teeth nipping at my neck and all the way to my ear. His groan sends vibrations through my chest. It’s a wild thing—like darkness and silk.
My panties ignite, and heat pools between my thighs. I need this man inside of me now.
The elevator bounces, signaling that we’ve reached my floor. The doors open, and before I know what’s happening, Carson has both bags of tacos and my keycard in hand.
My breathing is ragged and struggling. I can’t seem to calm down. My brain is addled from wanting this man. If I don’t satisfy that want and need, I’m sure going to explode.
The door clicks and the ice-cold, air-conditioned room opens up to us. The glow from the moon is the only light that’s needed. In the next instant, the bags are dropped on the floor, and he’s picking me up and slamming me into the far wall. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts his hips into my core.
“Too many clothes,” I