I pulled my head up from where it was resting on my arm that draped over the toilet seat, he was suddenly behind me and he was rubbing my back calmly trying to get my attention.

“Are you gonna make it?” He laughed, looking down at me with those silver eyes. I was too drunk to hear what he said, we had just gone out to the bars and drank a lot, to the point of me being sick. I had been visiting my friend in Western Washington. On the way home, I stopped to meet this guy who had somehow managed to get me to sleep with him last weekend. That wasn’t an easy feat, but damn his features were so sexy, his dark hair and neatly trimmed beard caught my eye when I first saw him. He was tall and muscular, tatted up to the max. A country boy with awesome tattoos and strong arms, how could I not wanna hop on him?

He was so sweet and crazy, his ability to hold liquor was something fierce. I liked him, he smelled nice and he touched me in such a kind yet firm way that I had to come see him on my way home, I had to. We had a night planned of drinking wine after coming back home. But ten captain and Coke’s later I was reduced to a puking mess.

“Come on let’s get you in the shower,” he whispered, putting his arms underneath mine and pulling me to my feet. I was coherent, the vomiting helped a lot.

His strong hands grazed my stomach, I could feel the butterflies rising through my chest as he helped lift my shirt over my head. He knelt a little and helped me unbutton my shorts, I breathed a little faster as he took in my naked body. He quickly helped me step into the shower and turned it on for me.

Without thinking I slid down and hugged myself around the knees, just trying to stop my head from spinning. I rinsed out my mouth and washed my face, trying to regain some composure. How embarrassing was all of this?!

“You need anything?” I whined immediately for him to join me, alcohol being my liquid courage. He laughed from outside and I heard him undress too, the buckle on his belt hitting the floor with a dull bit distinguishable this. Suddenly he was in the shower with me, laughing at the fact that I was on the floor. He pulled me up again and hugged me close. I snuggled into his neck and he hugged me tightly. I breathed for a moment and my spins started slowly ebbing away. I was okay, he made me feel better. After a few minutes of this he turned off the shower that neither of us were using and grabbed me a towel. He wrapped me up and lead me down the hallway to his room. I apologized for puking but he wouldn’t have it.

He laid me down, kissing me softly and asking if I was okay. I missed him, after finally feeling as though my stomach wasn’t going to disobey me and I had been in the shower for a little while, all I could think of was him. His chest was heavily tattooed, thick and muscular. I stared at it for a moment beside me before leaning over and kissing the trees he had tattooed on his collarbones.

“Are you okay? You’re going to make it?” He said that a few times throughout the night, probably only hoping I’d make it to this point honestly!

“Yes I’m okay,” I whispered seductively, continuing to kiss up his chest and along his jawline, using my tongue to tease him a little. He moaned underneath me, sliding his hands down my back and onto my butt so calmly it gave me chills.

He somehow pulled my lips into his and bit them softly, getting rougher with his hands on my hips and his tongue against mine. I breathed out in a moan of expectation, knowing what he wanted.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” My answer was my mouth trailing down his chest again. He was only in briefs now after the shower and I played with the waistband a little, hearing him moan and seeing his hips buckle back and forth underneath my hands.

I took his dick in my mouth, feeling it get insanely hard in an instant. He moaned again, calling me baby.

As I deepthroated him and played with his balls, he moaned again and thrusted his hips into my face a little, obviously unable to keep still. In a flash of movement and hands grabbing for me, he flipped me over and pinned me down. His turn to kiss me all over, trailing down my chest and my stomach. I sighed and moaned under him, feeling myself get wetter with each passing moment. He stopped to slip on a condom and then immediately went back to kissing my hip bones, lower, and lower. I cried out in pleasure as he finally made his way to my clit and stayed there. He sucked for a few minutes, his eyes never leaving mine. I played with his hair, pressing him closer and closer until I came so violently my head was thrusted backwards and my legs shook. He laughed as he came up to breathe, pressing a hand on my rib cage and bending over me to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips and I pressed myself into him, wrapping my legs around his torso. He flipped us over so I was on top, he guided his dick into me and began thrusting slowly and softly.

“Ride me baby,” he said lowly, his voice reverberating around the small space between us. He sounded so sexy, so in control. I gave in to those tattooed arms and his sly smile.

I ground my hips against him, back and forth, in and out. He reached up and lifted my tank top, taking it off of me and staring at my boobs. I rode him until his head leaned so far back I knew he was close. Hopping off of him finally he turned me around and raised my ass in the air. He put one hand on each of my hips and pressed down, making me cry out a little. He raised a hand to his mouth, I was looking back at him, and he sucked on his middle finger for a moment. While my ass was in the air, he used his thumb to rub my clit and then his middle finger edged slowly into my asshole. I cried out for a moment, being that this was the first time I’ve ever had anything even remotely close to my butt.

“Relax baby,” he whispered, “relax.” I breathed in and out and he squeezed some lube onto his fingers and began fingering me, it didn’t feel as badly as I thought it would’ve and I gave into the pleasure. He rubbed my clit and stuck another finger in. He paused to lube himself up. He asked me if I was ready and I nodded, barely able to do anything else.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as his other arm wrapped around my shoulders and neck, pulling me closer. He told me to relax again, I had tensed up out of nervousness. When he could, he slipped himself in and began pumping. I gripped the sheets in front of me and cried out.

“Oh my god Daddy,” I moaned, feeling myself tighten around him. He found my clit again and it drove me over the edge. I screamed his name and gripped onto the bed in front of me for dear life. He moaned behind me too, I looked back to see a firm smile pressed to his lips.

“You feel so good,” he moaned, panting a little from the exertion. He suddenly flipped me over and began pumping in and out of me in missionary position, taking me by surprise. I screamed out again, throwing my head back and letting the pleasure rush over me. He kissed my neck and my boobs, biting at me and playing with my nipples in his mouth.

He pulled away for a moment and asked if we could 69, I blinked at him for a minute in the darkness and said “of course, take the condom off.”

I straddled his face, he immediately found my clit and drove me insane. I began giving him a super slow, deep, suddenly fast, harder, deeper, blowjob. He moaned and his hips bucked again. I pressed them down with my hands and drove him crazy, flicking my tongue around his head. I eventually noticed that it was so good he wasn’t doing much between my legs anymore, he was gaping and moaning and saying, “fuck me” over and over. It really turned me on, I jumped off of him and continued.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” I nodded, not pausing, and he exploded between my lips. My tongue wiped up what I could and I swallowed, tasting him and enjoying it. He moaned, finally released and content.

He stood, grabbing his boxers again. I laid back for a minute, feeling him press into my rib cage as he leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back soon.” I wasn’t doubting It, I was in his bed! He had explained that his uncle was a little drunk downtown and needed a ride home, but that was hours ago.

I whined and protested, I’m not sure why he had to go but I would let him eventually if he proved to me he’d come back.

“You’re ok to drive?” I whined, pulling him down to give me another kiss. Every time he’d try to leave I caught him by the mouth and wouldn’t let him go. He was laughing and smiling, obviously amused with my kisses and it was such a heartwarming feeling. I kissed him one final time and he took his hand off of my rib cage, I hadn’t noticed my shortness of breath until just then.

He smiled as he walked out the door, he would return a while later to cuddle me while I slept and wake me up with more sex in the morning.

God was he amazing. I went home the next day, missing him and continuing to fantasize about that night.