Ran out of money, so I paid my uber driver in a different way

Everyone in this story is 18+

Fuck me.

I should've known something was up when my Uber driver didn’t immediately start the trip after I got in. Instead, he adjusted his rearview mirror, studying my face with these intense dark eyes that made me shift uncomfortably in the backseat.

“Long night?” he asked, his voice carrying a slight accent I couldn’t place. The name on my phone told me his name was “Alex”.

“Just heading home from a friend’s place,” I mumbled, checking my phone. The campus was only fifteen minutes away, but my bank account was looking pretty grim after a week of too much takeout and not enough shifts at my part-time job.

Alex pulled away from the curb slowly, taking a route I didn’t recognize. “You know, I’ve been driving for three years, and I can always tell when someone’s having money troubles.”

I looked up, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “What do you mean?”

“The way you counted those crumpled bills twice before getting in. The generic sneakers that are falling apart, but you’re trying to make them last another semester.” He turned onto a side street that definitely wasn’t on the way to my dorm. “I went to college too.”

My heart started beating faster, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nervousness or something else. Alex was probably in his late twenties, with the kind of build that suggested he worked out regularly despite long hours behind the wheel. His beard was perfectly trimmed, and when he smiled, it was equal parts charming and predatory.

“Where are we going?” I asked, though my voice came out weaker than I intended.

“Scenic route,” he said, pulling into an empty parking lot behind some warehouses. “Look, kid, I saw you checking your wallet back there. How much did that ride cost you?”

“Twelve fifty,” I admitted.

“And how much do you actually have?”

I felt my face burn. “Eight dollars.”

Alex turned off the car and shifted to face me. “So you’re four fifty short, and from the look of your clothes, you probably don’t have rent money either.”

“I can Venmo you the rest tomorrow,” I said quickly, though we both knew that was a lie.

“Or,” Alex said, his voice dropping lower, “we could work out a different kind of payment plan.”

I should have demanded he take me home. Should have gotten out and called campus security. Instead, I found myself staring at the way those grey sweats hugged his thighs, wondering what was underneath them.

“What kind of payment plan?” I heard myself ask.

Alex’s smile widened. “The kind where everybody gets what they need. You need a ride, I need… stress relief. Long hours driving drunk college kids around gets pretty fucking miserable after a while.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, even as my cock started hardening in my jeans.

“Sure you do.” Alex got out of the car and opened my door. “Come sit up front with me. Let’s discuss your options.”

Against my better judgment, I moved to the passenger seat. Alex leaned close, his hand landing on my thigh, and I could smell his cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine.

“Option one,” he said, his thumb stroking dangerously close to my crotch, “I drive you back to that party, you get out, and you figure out another way home with money you don’t have.”

His hand moved higher, cupping the bulge in my pants. “Option two, you put that pretty mouth to work and earn your ride home.”

I gasped, my hips involuntarily bucking into his touch. “This is crazy.”

“This is practical.” Alex started unbuttoning my jeans with practiced efficiency. “I can tell you want it. Been watching you squirm back there, the way you keep looking at my hands on the steering wheel.”

He wasn’t wrong. I had been staring, wondering what those strong fingers would feel like on my skin.

“What if someone sees us?” I whispered, even as I lifted my hips to help him pull my jeans down.

“That’s half the fun.” Alex freed his own cock, thick and already hard. “Besides, broke college boys don’t get to be picky about where they earn their money.”

The degradation should have pissed me off, but instead, it sent blood straight to my dick. Alex noticed my reaction and chuckled.

“Look at you, getting off on being my little payment plan. Come here, baby. Show me what that mouth can do.”

I leaned over the center console, taking him between my lips. Alex groaned, his hand fisting in my hair as I started working him with my tongue.

“That’s it, suck it properly. Earn every dollar of that ride.” His voice was rough, commanding. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. No wonder you’re broke, probably spend all your time on your knees instead of studying.”

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust deeper. He was bigger than anyone I’d been with, stretching my jaw, but something about being used like this in his car made me desperate for more.

“Getting sloppy already,” Alex praised, wiping drool from my chin. “Such a natural cocksucker. Bet you’ve done this before, haven’t you? Paid for rides with that sexy body?”

I pulled off long enough to gasp, “Just you.”

“Mmm, I’m special then.” He guided my head back down. “Better make it worth my while. I want you so worked up that when I bend you over this seat, you’ll be begging for my cock.”

The promise in his words made me work harder, taking him deeper until I was gagging. Alex held me there for a moment, enjoying the way my throat convulsed around him.

“Good boy. Now get those pants off. Time for the full service.”

With shaking hands, I stripped completely, the cool night air making me shiver. Alex positioned me facing the passenger window, ass up, completely exposed.

“Look at this perfect ass,” he murmured, spreading and palming my cheeks. “Worth way more than twelve fifty. I might have to start giving you rides regularly.”

I felt him spit, then his finger pushing inside me, working me open. “You like being a little payment whore?”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Fuck yes.”

“Such a slut for it.” Alex added another finger, scissoring me open.

When he finally lined up his cock and pushed inside, I nearly screamed. The stretch was intense, but the fullness was exactly what I needed. Alex didn’t give me time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace that had me scrambling for purchase on the dashboard.

“Take it, take every fucking inch,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

I was completely lost, pushing back to meet every thrust, my own cock leaking steadily onto the seat. “Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me harder.”

“Greedy little slut,” Alex laughed, but he obliged, pounding into me so hard the car rocked. “Gonna fill this ass up, give you something to remember me by.”

When he reached around to stroke my cock, I came immediately, painting the window and dashboard with my release. My ass clenching around him pushed Alex over the edge, and he buried himself deep, flooding me with his load.

As we both caught our breath, Alex pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak down my thighs.

“Ride’s paid for,” he said, already tucking himself back into his jeans. “But I think you’re gonna need a lot more rides this semester.”

He was right. By the end of the month, Alex had become my regular driver, and I’d become his favorite payment method. It was unconventional, sure, but it solved both our problems perfectly.

And if I started running short on cash, then maybe I could get a little treat out of it.