"Change positions," Ryan commanded, lifting Sam off his cock with ease.
Sam whimpered at the loss but obeyed as Ryan rearranged them in the tight space. Ryan ended up half-lying on the backseat, and Sam was positioned over him....still straddling, still facing Ryan, but now with more leverage.
"Hands on the ceiling," Ryan instructed.
Sam braced his hands against the car's roof, and suddenly Ryan's hands were back on his hips.
"Now," Ryan said, his voice dark with promise, "I'm really going to fuck you."
He thrust up.
Sam screamed....the sound raw and desperate....as Ryan pounded into him with absolutely no restraint. The angle was somehow even more brutal than before. Ryan was using the car's limited space to his advantage, bracing his feet against the opposite door, using that leverage to thrust with inhuman force.
"Oh God! Oh fuck! Ryan!" Sam couldn't form coherent sentences anymore. His hands slipped on the roof, his body jolting with each impact, his cock bouncing between them.
"That's it. Scream for me. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you."
The car was definitely moving now....rocking so violently that anyone nearby would know exactly what was happening. The shocks groaned. The frame creaked. And Ryan just kept pounding, his fourteen-inch cock destroying Sam's hole with brutal precision.
"You feel that?" Ryan demanded. "Feel how deep I am? Feel my cock hitting places you didn't know you had?"
"Yes! Fuck, yes!"
"You're never going to forget this. Never going to forget the night your Uber driver fucked you senseless in his backseat."
He was right. Sam knew he was right. This was burned into his memory forever....the confined space, the risk of discovery, the way Ryan's massive cock stretched him impossibly wide, the brutal claiming that shouldn't be humanly possible but was happening anyway.
"I'm going to come," Sam gasped, his cock leaking steadily. "Ryan, I'm...."
"Then come. Come on my cock. Show me how much you love getting destroyed by a stranger in the back of his car."
Sam came with a scream that probably echoed down the alley.....his cock spurting between their bodies, his ass clenching impossibly tight around Ryan's shaft.
"Fuck!" Ryan groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. "So tight. Squeezing my cock like you want my cum."
"I do! Fill me! Please!"
Ryan slammed up one final time and came....hot spurts flooding Sam's already wrecked hole.
But he didn't stop.
Even as he came, Ryan kept thrusting, kept claiming, kept using Sam's body for his pleasure. And impossibly, Sam felt another orgasm building.
"That's right," Ryan panted. "Come again. Show me you can handle more."
Sam came again....smaller this time, weaker, but no less intense.....and Ryan finally stilled, both of them gasping and sweating in the confined space.
"We're not done," Ryan said after only a minute's rest.
"What?" Sam's voice was hoarse.
"I said we're not done. I'm still hard. And you're going to take more."
Sam looked down and saw that Ryan's cock was indeed still hard, still buried inside him, showing no signs of softening.
"I can't," Sam protested weakly. "I'm exhausted....."
"You can. And you will." Ryan shifted, positioning Sam against the car door. "Press your face against the window."
Sam obeyed, his cheek pressed against the cold glass, condensation cool against his overheated skin. The tinted window concealed them, but barely. Anyone walking by would see the fogged glass, the rocking car, might even see the outline of a body pressed against the window.
"Good," Ryan approved, positioning himself behind Sam now. "Now take it again."
He pushed inside.....still slick from his own cum....and Sam cried out at the renewed intrusion. This angle was different, deeper, hitting new spots that made Sam's oversensitive body jerk.
"Look out there," Ryan commanded, starting to thrust. "Look at the street. Anyone could walk by. Could see us. Could see you getting fucked like the desperate slut you are."
The degrading words should have made Sam angry. Instead, they made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
Ryan fucked him against the window....brutal, pounding thrusts that made Sam's body press against the glass with each impact. The window fogged further with Sam's breath, obscuring the view, but the risk remained.
"Someone's coming," Ryan said suddenly, and Sam's eyes widened in panic.
He saw the silhouette of a person walking down the alley toward them. But Ryan didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. Just kept pounding into Sam while someone approached the car.
"Ryan," Sam gasped. "Someone's....we need to...."
"Stay quiet. They can't see through the tints. Just stay quiet and take my cock."
The person walked right past the car....close enough that Sam could have reached out and touched them through the window. They paused, clearly noticing the rocking vehicle, the fogged windows.
And Ryan kept fucking Sam. Kept pounding into him. Kept using him while a stranger stood feet away.
The person finally moved on, but the adrenaline rush combined with Ryan's relentless thrusts pushed Sam over the edge again. He came—dry this time, his body spasming, his ass clenching rhythmically around Ryan's cock.
"That's it," Ryan groaned. "Come for me. Come while strangers walk by. Come while I use you like a cheap whore in my backseat."
Ryan's own orgasm hit seconds later....more cum adding to what was already inside Sam, marking him, claiming him completely.
When Ryan finally pulled out, Sam collapsed boneless on the backseat, unable to move. Cum leaked from his wrecked hole, his body ached in places he didn't know could ache, and he'd never felt more thoroughly fucked in his life.
Ryan cleaned them both up with surprising tenderness....wet wipes from the glove compartment, gentle touches, soft murmurs of praise.
"You did so well," Ryan said, helping Sam pull his pants back up. "Took everything I gave you."
"That was insane," Sam managed, his voice wrecked.
"Yeah, it was." Ryan pulled out his phone. "Give me your number."
"What?"
"Your number. I want to do this again. Properly. My place next time. Where I can really take my time with you."
Sam's exhausted cock twitched at the thought. "You want more?"
"Baby, that was just a warm-up. Give me a real bed and a few hours? I'll show you what I can really do."
Sam gave him the number with shaking hands.
Ryan finally drove him home....actually drove him to his address this time....and helped him to his door like a gentleman. But before Sam went inside, Ryan pulled him close for a deep, claiming kiss.
"Text me tomorrow," Ryan said against his lips. "We'll set something up."
"Okay," Sam breathed.
As Ryan drove away, Sam limped inside, collapsed on his couch, and realized several things:
One: He'd just been brutally fucked by his Uber driver in the backseat of a car in a dark alley.
Two: It was the best sex of his life.
Three: He was absolutely going to text Ryan tomorrow.
Four: He'd never be able to order an Uber again without getting hard.
His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number:
Ryan: That was incredible. Can't wait to wreck you properly. Same time next week? My place. All night.
Sam smiled, his sore hole clenching at the thought, and typed back:
Sam: Yes. Please.
He'd just wanted a ride home.
He'd gotten so much more than that.
And he couldn't wait to do it again.