When he started screaming and scrambling away from me, I backed away from him. I backed myself right out of the truck-bed and hit the ground hard. Dazed, I was vaguely aware of him leaping over the side of the truck and jumping up into the cab. He sped off in a panic, leaving me shirtless in the middle of nowhere desperately trying to figure out what had happened. For some reason, none of the other guys in town were really interested in dating me after that.
I guess that’s why it had taken me so long to bring Ryan home with me. I’d known him since I first moved to Reno, and from moment one I wanted to know him in the biblical sense. He went to the bar that I usually stopped at on my way into town, sipping whisky and winding down with his sleeves rolled up. It was rough not jumping his bones right there - he was built, with arms that could crush me easily, and a supple grace that was almost animal. The only problem was my damned power. I had pretty good control most of the time. It was just orgasms that were tricky. I had a feeling that bringing him home would push my limits.
Of course, even knowing that a girl can only hold out so long. It was only a matter of time before I let myself get carried away drinkwise. When 2 am rolled around, it was pretty clear to everyone there that I was going to need a taxi. That was when Ryan swooped me off my feet and carried me out to his car. I protested a little, but I didn’t really mean it. How could I mean it when his arms were around me and the smell of him was in my nose? He tried to pull the gentleman card when we pulled up to my house, but it only took a single kiss from me to convince him that I meant it.
Once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. His lips were fierce, hungry on mine. His breath pulsed into me as I pulled him closer and closer to my body. Trying to think my way into the bedroom, I remembered the door. I fumbled with the lock for a moment, my keys shaky in my hands. At last, the door swung open and I dragged him inside by the front of his shirt. He knocked the door closed behind him with his boot, his hands gripping at my waist, spinning me to face him, his fingers wrapping around to press hard and demanding into my ass.
I gripped back, suddenly frustrated at his clothes. I pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the muscles that rippled across his chest. He had more hair than I expected, and I slid my hand down the thickening trail that disappeared into the front of his jeans. He moaned, and his hands came up underneath my shirt, sliding his fingers beneath my bra to tease at the soft flesh trapped inside. I took a long, surprised breath as his fingers teased their way toward the strap hook behind. It only took a moment before I was naked before him, my clothes scattered across my entryway and into my bedroom. Stumblingly dragging him backward I let him stroke me, his hands caressing up and around my body, his mouth moving down to suckle and tease my tits.