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Chapter 8 - THE UBER DRIVER I

Warning: Explicit sexual content, male/male relationship, car sex, public risk, rough sex, alcohol consumption. 18+ only.

"FUCK! RYAN! OH MY GOD!"

Sam's scream echoed in the confined space of the Uber as Ryan's fourteen-inch cock pounded up into him with brutal, relentless force. The car rocked violently on its suspension, parked in a dark alley off the main street, windows fogged with condensation, completely concealing what was happening inside.

Sam was straddling Ryan in the backseat....his pants around his ankles, shirt pushed up, completely impaled on that massive shaft. His hands clutched at Ryan's shoulders for balance as Ryan gripped his hips with bruising strength and thrust up with inhuman power.

"That's it," Ryan growled, his voice rough with lust. "Ride my cock. Take every fucking inch."

Sam tried....God, he tried....lifting himself up and sinking back down, but his drunk, exhausted legs couldn't keep up with Ryan's brutal pace. Ryan wasn't waiting for Sam to set the rhythm. He was taking what he wanted, using his grip on Sam's hips to slam him down while simultaneously thrusting up.

The result was devastating.

Each collision drove Ryan's cock so deep inside Sam that he could swear he felt it in his throat. The angle, the force, the sheer size....it was beyond anything Sam had ever experienced. Beyond anything that should be humanly possible.

"Please," Sam sobbed, his head thrown back, tears streaming down his face. "It's too much, I can't...."

"Yes, you can," Ryan snarled, increasing his pace. "You're taking it. You're taking all of it. Look at you, stretched around my cock, screaming for more."

The car's shocks groaned with each thrust. The windows were completely fogged now, rivulets of condensation running down the glass. Anyone walking by would know exactly what was happening....the rocking vehicle, the muffled screams, the unmistakable sounds of brutal fucking.

Sam didn't care anymore. Didn't care that they were in public. Didn't care that this was his Uber driver. Didn't care about anything except the overwhelming sensation of being split open, filled completely, claimed in the most primal way possible.

"Fuck me," Sam begged, his voice breaking. "Fuck me harder. Destroy me."

Ryan's answering grin was feral. "That's what I wanted to hear."

THIRTY MINUTES EARLIER

Sam had stumbled out of the club at 2 AM, drunk and horny and alone after his friends had all left with hookups. He'd ordered an Uber, expecting some middle-aged guy in a boring sedan.

What pulled up was a sleek black car with tinted windows, and when the driver stepped out to help Sam with the door....because Sam was clearly too drunk to manage.....Sam's breath had caught.

Ryan was gorgeous. Thirty-one, tall, built like he spent serious time in the gym, with dark hair, sharp jawline, and eyes that assessed Sam with undisguised interest.

"You okay to ride?" Ryan asked, his voice low and smooth.

"Yeah," Sam slurred, sliding into the backseat. "Just take me home."

Ryan got back in the driver's seat and pulled away from the curb. But instead of asking for Sam's address, he glanced in the rearview mirror.

"You know," Ryan said conversationally, "you're really fucking cute."

Sam's drunk brain took a moment to process. "What?"

"I said you're cute. Been watching you stumble around on that sidewalk for five minutes before you ordered the ride." Ryan's eyes met Sam's in the mirror. "You looking for company tonight?"

"I.....what?"

"Simple question. You go home alone, or you want some company?"

Sam should have said no. Should have demanded to be taken home. Should have reported this driver for inappropriate behavior.

But he was drunk, horny, and this driver was absolutely stunning.

"Company," Sam heard himself say.

Ryan's smile in the mirror was predatory. "Good choice."

He'd driven for another five minutes before pulling into this dark alley, killing the engine, and climbing into the backseat with Sam.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Ryan had said matter-of-factly. "That okay with you?"

"Yes," Sam breathed.

"Good. Because once I start, I don't stop until I'm completely satisfied. And baby, it takes a lot to satisfy me."

Then Ryan had pulled Sam onto his lap, and Sam had seen that massive cock for the first time, and his drunk brain had thought maybe this was a bad idea...

But then Ryan was pushing inside, and bad idea or not, Sam was going to take it.

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