The pipe hit the table with a clink.
Jake leaned back on the motel bed, shirt already gone, skin shiny with sweat even though the AC was cranked. Light it, he told me, voice low and rough. I flicked the lighter, watched the crystal melt and smoke curl up. We both took hits, holding it in until our lungs burned, then letting it out slow. The rush hit fastheart pounding, cock already stiffening in my jeans.
Jake grabbed my face and kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep, tasting like smoke and lust. Fuck, thats good, he growled, yanking my shirt off. His hands were everywhere, rough and greedy, pinching my nipples until I hissed. The meth made every touch electric, nerves lit up like live wires. I shoved him back, dropped to my knees, and ripped his belt open. His dick sprang out thick and veined, already leaking. I swallowed it in one go, gagging on the length while he fucked my throat.
Yeah, choke on it, you dirty fuck, Jake snarled, hands in my hair. Spit ran down my chin. The drug had us both wired, no slowing down. I sucked hard, tongue swirling the head, then pulled off and licked his balls, sucking one then the other. He stood, kicked his pants away, and spun me around, bending me over the bed. Lube snapped open. Two fingers shoved inside me without warning, scissoring deep. I pushed back, moaning like a whore while he finger-fucked me open.
Need your cock, I begged, voice hoarse. He didnt tease. One thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. The meth made it burn so good, every stroke hitting that spot that made my own dick twitch untouched. Jake pounded hard, skin slapping, bed creaking. He reached around and stroked me in time with his thrusts, grip tight and fast. Take it, take every inch, he grunted.
We switched positions fast. I rode him next, slamming down on his cock while he hit the pipe again and passed it. Smoke filled the room. My head spun with the high and the pleasure, ass clenching around him. Jake slapped my ass, leaving red handprints. Ride that dick like you mean it. I did, bouncing harder, sweat dripping off both of us.
He flipped me onto my back, legs over his shoulders, and drilled in deeper. The angle was brutal, perfect. My cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. He leaned down and licked it up, then kissed me so I tasted myself. The meth kept us goinghard, relentless. We changed again, him on all fours while I fucked him from behind, reaching under to jerk his cock. He came first with a shout, pulsing around me, cum shooting onto the sheets. I followed seconds later, buried deep, filling him up.
We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the high still buzzing through our veins. Jake pulled me down beside him, hand still stroking my spent cock slow and filthy. Round two in ten, he muttered, already reaching for the pipe again. The night was just getting started.
