Run Wild Horses

Chapter 13

Take a drunk girl home
Let her sleep all alone
Leave her keys on the counter, your number by the phone
Pick up her life she threw on the floor
Leave the hall lights on, walk out and lock the door
That's how she knows the difference between a boy and man
Take a drunk girl home

Ryan's POV

I got Sam settled into the passenger seat of my truck and fastened the seatbelt for her. Before I even climbed into my seat, she had unbuckled her seatbelt and was taking off her boots.

"My feet are killing me." She explained.

I nodded, and tried not to stare at her long, bare legs and the fact that her ridiculously short dress was ruched up to the top of her thighs. She was absolutely killing me. There was nothing I wanted to do more than completely ruin her. That one night together wasn't nearly enough. Tonight though, I needed to be a real man.

She had other plans though. I needed a moment to compose myself before I got in the road, and she took advantage of that, crawling over the console and straddling my waist. Her movement caused her dress to hike up even more, and I could now see the black lace panties as they were directly over my groin. She rubbed against me, and my cock twitched and began to strain against the fabric of my jeans.

She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me heatedly, her center grinding against me, making every rational thought in my head fly out the window. I kissed her back, as my hands squeezed her ass, moving her back and forth. I needed the friction, but my jeans were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

She had to have felt it too. She climbed off of my lap and was kneeling on the passenger seat. Her hands were swift, and surprisingly steady as she popped the button and tugged my zipper down. I breathed a sigh of relief as some of the pressure was relieved. Her small hand reached into my boxer briefs and freed my fully hard cock from its confines.

I was torn. I wanted to be the good guy, but she was not making this easy.

"I need to get you in my mouth. I want to taste you." She said as she stroked my cock. Okay, maybe a blowjob would be alright.

"Did you know that blowjobs are my bread and butter. Most guys are shocked that I actually enjoy giving them." She said in a breathy voice as her thumb circled over my tip, inducing a drop of precum to leak out.

"I didn't know that." I said amused, and extremely aroused.

"I guess I'm going to have to show you then. My boyfriend in college was a star on the baseball team. He swore a blowjob before a game always made him play better." Her hand was now wrapped around my shaft, and she was slowly jerking me off.

"Did it really make him play better or was he just saying that to get sucked off?" I asked, then sighed blissfully as her hand tightened around my length.

"He was drafted out of college and is now in the majors." She replied with a grin.

I shivered in pleasure as she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around my crown and swirled her tongue over my tip, lapping at the precum that had begun to pool there from her stroking me.

I huffed impatiently when she released me from her mouth with a pop.

"You taste even better than I expected." She said, then slowly dragged her tongue along my entire length, taking a swipe at the vein on the underside, then teasing the sensitive ridge where the shaft and head connected with her tongue.

She reached the crown again, and took it between her lips and pushed my cock further into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat.

I moaned in ecstasy and muttered curses under my breath as her tongue swiped again along that sensitive vein. Her head began bobbing along my length, taking it deeper and deeper down her throat. Alternating between licking and sucking, she had me seeing stars, and my muttered curses became louder and more obscene as they were combined with deep moans of pleasure.