Run Wild Horses

Chapter 38

A/N: SMUT WARNING!!! Contains pretty explicit sexual content. You have been warned. Lol.

Take off those heels, lay on my bed
Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair
Poison in our veins but we don't even care
Candles dripping on your body, baby this ain't truth or dare
Everybody wonders where we run off to
My body on your body baby sticking like some glue
Naughty, let's get naughty girl, it's only one or two
The fever's running, feel the heat between us too

Ryan and I stumbled into the hotel room, mouths fused and molded together, tongues twisted and tangled in a heated frenzy, the plain white bag in my hand falling to the floor forgotten. The passionate kiss never broke, even as I reached out blindly to slam the door behind us. Walking backwards into the room, the back of my knees hitting the edge of the bed.

My hands went eagerly to his waist, my fingers clumsily trying to undo the belt that stubbornly refused to budge. He sucked in a groan as my knuckles brushed against the prominent bulge that was straining to be set free. Only then did I tear my lips free.

I dropped to my knees, as that bulge directly in my face taunted me, and knew I had to have him in my mouth, the need was stronger than the twinge between my legs and my damp panties clinging to me.

Focus now on getting past the clothing barrier separating us. The belt finally unbuckled, jeans unsnapped, zipper sliding down, only one layer of clothing standing between us, as I made quick work of sliding the boxer briefs and jeans down his legs. Finally free, his cock jutted out proudly, inches from my face and my mouth watered in anticipation. I licked my lips and grinned.

I trailed my free hand down his abs while stroking his fully hard cock with my other as a pool of precum glistens at the tip. I look up as my eyes meet with his blue ones, now darkened with need and desire. He grabs the back of my head, eyes still locked together and several moments pass before he thrusts his hips forward and pushes the head of his cock against my lips. As I open my mouth for him, he releases another groan and slides in.

His shaft is thick, warm and so damn smooth, like velvet covered steel and my lips are stretched wide around him. I flatten my tongue and lick from base to tip, his continuous moans getting me wetter and wetter.

Without warning, he shoves in deeper, causing my eyes to roll back into my head as his hand is keeping my head in place. He fists his hands through my hair. "Open your eyes and look at me Sam." He commands, playing right into my fantasy.

The authority in his tone has my eyes looking upward, and I had never seen such a sexy sight. His chest is rapidly rising and falling, his image is that of a man ready to come undone. This position I'm in, down on my knees, and the look on his face has me at his mercy, yet at the same time, has me in complete control.

Suddenly, that control that I thought I had is gone, as he pistons in and out of my mouth with increasing speed, and all I can do is take it, to give away any and all of my control to him. I am back to being at his mercy, and it's such a turn on. He is thoroughly fucking my mouth, and I am letting him.

"Touch yourself." His raspy voice is once again a command, and I don't hesitate for a second to heed. With his cock still in my mouth, although now it's now still, I quickly unbutton and unzip my shorts, sliding them down my legs. I reach my hand between my thighs, feeling the wetness of my arousal completely drenching my pussy.

He resumes his control of my mouth, as I stroke my clit with my thumb, keeping pace with his quick thrusts. My moan vibrates around his cock as saliva begins to run out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin, and my body quivers as my orgasm is approaching.