Premise:
When Lila-a traveling consultant-gets into her late-night rideshare, she expects silence. Instead, she finds Cam, her quiet, inked-up driver with a voice like midnight and hands like sin. Their conversation unfolds slowly-subtle flirtation, shared stories, stolen glances in the rearview. She's wet before they even reach her hotel. When he offers to walk her up, she says yes. Inside the room? No more talking. Just filthy, slow, intense fucking that builds from curiosity to moaning, face-in-pillow release.
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The city lights blurred outside the window, rain tapping gently against the glass. Lila slid into the backseat of the dark sedan, the soft scent of leather and pine already making her thighs press together.
"Lila?" the driver asked without looking, voice low and smooth.
"That's me."
He glanced at her in the mirror.
His eyes were dark. Intense. Curious.
She settled into the seat, crossing her legs slowly. Her skirt slid just enough for him to see skin.
He didn't say anything.
But he didn't look away.
The car rolled forward. Jazz played low through the speakers. Lila watched him drive-hands large and steady on the wheel, veins along his forearms standing out. Tattoos peeked from beneath the sleeves of his black hoodie.
He looked like the kind of man who could be quiet and filthy at the same time.
She bit her lip.
Ten minutes passed in near silence. Just the soft thrum of tires on wet asphalt, and the electricity of what-if thickening between them.
She leaned forward slightly, eyes on the mirror. "You drive nights only?"
His mouth curled just slightly at one corner. "Yeah. Fewer people. Better stories."
"Oh? Got any good ones?"
He glanced at her again-this time slower. "Not yet. But I'm hoping tonight changes that."
The tension hit hard. Her breath caught. She held his gaze in the mirror a second longer than she should have.
His right hand slid off the wheel-slowly, carefully-and reached between the front seats, palm up, casual.
An invitation.
Her pulse pounded.
She placed her hand in his.
He didn't squeeze. Just held it. His thumb stroked slow circles over her palm.
The car stopped at a red light. He looked at her again, jaw tight. "Where you staying?"
She told him.
His thumb paused. "Nice place. Big bed?"
"Want to see for yourself?"
That was it.
No more silence.
He pulled up to the curb of the hotel. Left the car running.
When she stepped out, he got out too.
No words.
Just footsteps on marble tile and the ding of the elevator. Lila hit the button for her floor. The doors closed. They were alone.
Then his hand was on her waist.
She gasped as he pressed her against the wall, one arm braced beside her head, the other already sliding up her thigh beneath her skirt.
"Cam," he said softly. "In case you scream my name in the next sixty seconds."
His fingers found her panties-already soaked. He pushed them aside and sank two fingers inside her without waiting.
"Fuck-" she hissed, clutching his arm, eyes wide. "Holy-"
His fingers curled deep, fucking her with slow, purposeful strokes. His thumb rubbed her clit in tight, dirty circles. The elevator kept climbing.
She rocked against his hand, breath coming in gasps, moaning softly into his shoulder.
"You were wet in the car," he murmured. "Weren't you?"
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes-since you looked at me like that-"
He fucked her deeper. Rougher. The wet sound of his fingers inside her filled the tiny elevator.
"You gonna come for me?" he whispered, lips at her ear. "Right here? Soak my hand before we hit your floor?"
"Caleb-Cam-fuck-I'm-"
She came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around his fingers, thighs trembling, breath breaking into little gasps as her orgasm crashed over her.
He didn't stop until she was sagging against him, lips parted, heart pounding.
The elevator dinged.
Her floor.
He slipped his fingers out, sucked them into his mouth, and looked her in the eye.
"You taste better than I imagined."
She grabbed his hoodie, pulled him out into the hallway.
"Bed. Now."
The hotel room door barely shut before Cam had her against the wall again, his hands on her hips, her breath still unsteady from coming in the elevator.
But this time, she pushed him back.
"On the bed," she said, voice dark and breathy.
He smirked. "Yes, ma'am."
She didn't undress all at once. No-that wasn't Lila's way.
She peeled off her blazer first, slow, deliberate, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Her heels clicked as she walked to him, standing between his knees at the edge of the bed.
Cam looked up at her like a man at mass.
Next, her blouse-unbuttoned slowly, revealing smooth skin, the swell of her breasts under black lace. His eyes never left her hands.
Then the skirt.
Unzipped, dropped, stepping out of it as if she was walking into temptation itself.
She stood before him in nothing but her bra, panties, and heels.
He reached for her.
"No," she whispered. "You don't touch yet."
She pulled the bra off next, letting it slide from her arms and drop to the floor. Then she stepped forward, straddling his lap for one breathless moment-her breasts brushing his mouth.
He groaned, but she moved past him, laying herself back on the bed, spreading her thighs slowly, panties still on but soaked through.
Cam crawled between them, eyes wild, breath shallow.
"You're perfect," he muttered. "Fucking unreal."
Then he pressed his face to her.
Licked the soaked fabric once. Twice. Then slid her panties to the side and dove in.
His first lick was slow.
Long. Deep. From the bottom of her slit all the way to the top of her clit, tongue flat, moaning into her like he wanted to drown.
"Fuuuuck," Lila breathed, hips already arching.
He did it again. And again. Then faster.
Then he pulled her panties down and tossed them aside like they offended him.
His mouth returned with fury.
Tongue swirling, lips sucking, fingers digging into her thighs to pull her apart. His beard scratched deliciously against her inner thighs as he buried his face deeper.
"Holy fuck-Cam-don't stop-don't you dare-"
"I'm not going anywhere," he growled into her pussy. "You're gonna ride this face like it's the last cock on earth."
She moaned loudly, hips rolling, grinding her clit against his tongue. He let her. Hell, he helped her-hands sliding down to her ass, guiding her, pulling her harder onto his mouth.
"You taste like sin," he groaned. "Filthy little thing, already coming on my tongue."
"Not yet," she gasped. "But I'm-fuck-I'm close-"
He pushed two fingers into her while his tongue kept flicking. She bucked.
"Oh my God, Cam-right there-right fucking-"
He sucked her clit, hard, while curling his fingers up and in.
Her body snapped.
She came with a loud, broken moan, thighs clamping around his head, hands in his hair, body jerking against his mouth.
He didn't stop.
Not until she was whimpering from the overstimulation, hips twitching, throat dry from moaning.
She finally sagged onto the bed, gasping, trembling, sweat-slicked and ruined.
Cam sat up slowly, his beard glistening, lips wet, eyes dark.
"You ride my face like that again," he said, "and I'll be addicted for life."
She pulled him down into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue.
"You haven't even fucked me yet."
"Baby," he whispered, voice like gravel and sex, "that's next."
Lila was still shaking when Cam pulled her back up against his chest. Her breath was ragged, lips swollen, hair wild. But when she looked at him-face slick with her, cock throbbing hard between them-she knew she wasn't done.
He slid a hand up her back. The other went to her breast.
"No more teasing," she panted. "I want you inside me."
Cam didn't say a word.
Instead, he lowered her to the bed, hovered over her, and finally touched her breasts like he owned them.
His mouth closed around her left nipple-hot, wet, hungry.
She moaned, arching up into him as his tongue flicked and sucked, slow at first, then with greedy little pulls that made her writhe.
He moved to the other breast, sucking it deeper, his hand pinching the one he'd just left.
"Fucking perfect," he whispered. "Soft. Fuckable. You've had these hidden under your blouse for hours?"
"Wanted your mouth on them since the second you said my name," she breathed.
He groaned, dragging his tongue down her belly, kissing his way to her hips.
Then he flipped her.
Face-down. Ass up. Just like she wanted.
Lila moaned as her thighs parted, her cheek pressed into the cool hotel sheets, her pussy exposed and dripping.
Cam knelt behind her, running his cock through her folds, smearing precum along her slit.
"You needed this cock all night, didn't you?" he growled, hand on her hip.
"Yes-yes, fuck me already-"
He shoved inside.
One deep, brutal thrust.
Lila screamed into the mattress, her body jerking forward from the force of it.
He held her in place and drove in again-slow but punishing-his thick cock stretching her wide, bottoming out with every thrust.
"Goddamn," Cam groaned. "Tight little pussy. So wet. You hear that?"
Loud, wet, obscene sounds echoed through the room as his hips slapped her ass.
"You're fucking soaking me."
"Don't stop," she moaned. "Please, Cam-fuck me harder-don't stop-"
He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head, fucking her deeper, harder, faster. His chest pressed to her back, his mouth against her ear.
"You like this?" he growled. "Being my good little fucktoy? Getting your slutty cunt pounded just how you begged for it?"
"Yes-yes-fuck, yes-"
His balls slapped her clit with every thrust. She was gasping, sweat pouring down her spine, her pussy clenching hard around him with every stroke.
"I'm gonna come," she choked out. "You're gonna make me-oh my God-I'm gonna come-"
"Do it," he whispered. "Cream on my cock. Show me how bad you needed it."
She shattered.
Her whole body seized up, pussy pulsing, gushing, her moan loud and raw and full of bliss as she came all over his cock.
Cam didn't last another thrust.
He growled her name, drove into her one last time, and spilled inside her with a grunt, cock twitching, filling her with thick, hot cum.
They collapsed together, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets, breathless and broken in the best way.
After a long silence, Lila smirked into the pillow.
"So... quiet ride, huh?"
Cam chuckled against her back. "Not anymore."