"I want..." A strangled noise escaped his throat. They both knew exactly what he wanted for her to do. In fact, it was rather obvious. He was hard and aching; Sam needed Ruby to help him find his release. "I want you to do it." Sam reached down with a hand to thread his fingers into her hair. He didn't push at her, surprisingly. Sam instead kept his eyes glued to her own and, with an obvious strain buried into his voice, told her what he knew she wanted to hear: "I want you to give me head 'till I can't take it anymore."
Standing probably had not been the best plan. The hand that wasn't pressed into her hair found the bedside table next to him and gripped at the edge tightly. It would have been horribly embarrassing if Sam fell over right now because of what Ruby was doing to him. He didn't want to do anything to interrupt it and falling over would very much prove to be a major distraction. Distractions were bad. Sam frowned upon them highly at this point. Another reason why he was grateful for the room. There was no one out there that was going to bother them here. No one even knew where they were.
Sam swore under his breath when he felt her mouth slide around him. The grip in Ruby's hair tightened and his eyes, as much as he wanted to divert them, kept focused on her. Sam wanted her to see what she was doing to him. He wanted her to know how she was making him feel. And right now? He was feeling pretty desperate. He wanted her to take him in all the way.