Heavy breathing. A pounding heart. Goosebumps and heat rapidly spreading. Eyes unfocused. Words eluded me. Everything in this moment was pure Dean.
I opened my mouth to force some sort of intelligible thought out of my body, but my tongue felt dry and heavy. I swallowed with great difficulty and licked my lips, attempting to loosen them up. I nearly whimpered when I realized Dean’s gaze had fallen to watch my mouth work, his own parted slightly.
“I hate that he’s touched you,” he admitted gravely, lightly rubbing his thumb over the dip in my throat.
“I know,” I breathed.
“I hate that he still wants you.”
“I told him that he can’t have me.”
“Did you?” His eyes flicked back up to mine, pupils dilating slightly. “Why?”
“You know why,” I challenged lightly. My senses were starting to come back to me now.
“Tell me.” His lips brushed mine ever so slightly as he spoke. It dawned on me that he was partially trying to be seductive about this whole encounter, but if I knew Dean like I thought I did, he was also seeking validation.
“I have it on good authority that you like me, Winchester.”
Dean smirked and pulled his hands back from my body, resting both hands against the door to cage me in.
“Sammy ratted me out, I take it.”
“Leave it to him to be so observant.” I reached out to lay my hand on his chest, testing the waters. “I thought you were just playing the overprotective brother role.”
He sighed and leaned forward until our foreheads were touching, eyes fluttering shut. “My thoughts have been anything but brotherly, trust me.”
“Then how come--this morning--” I stuttered, feeling the blush return to my cheeks as I recalled the sensation.
“I wasn’t sure you wanted me,” he confessed, eyes now open, hand cupping my cheek. “You seemed so--remorseful about it.”
“I was embarrassed.” I bit my lip, casting my gaze to the grip I still had on his flannel.
“And I chickened out,” he admitted with a shake of his head. “I thought maybe you were thinking about Captain Douche and realized it was me instead.”
“I definitely knew it was you.” I leaned in close to whisper in his ear in a teasing fashion. “You’re bigger.”
He groaned low in his throat and gripped my hips possessively. I could just make out the feeling of what I had previewed that morning against my lower belly. “You really know how to stroke a guy’s ego, sweetheart.”
“I’d rather stroke something else.” I reached down and lightly caressed the bulge straining against his jeans. “Unless you’d rather have your little waitress take care of it,” I sassed.
“It was stupid.” He gritted his teeth, rocking into me slowly. “I was feeling dejected.”
“Can we just scrap the whole jealousy thing?” I immediately stopped my ministrations and grabbed him by the back of the head so our gazes would meet. “I like you, Dean. I want you. I will take whatever you have to offer.”
“I come with a lot of fine print, sweetheart.”
“Doom and gloom, I know Dean.” I sighed and gave him a lopsided grin. “Would it help if I gave you some of my ‘cautions and warnings’?”
“I’m all ears.”
“We are going to fight constantly,” I whispered conspiratorially, “because you are stubborn and arrogant and I’m snarky and moody.”
Dean smirked and started to back up slowly towards the bed, my hips encased in his hands again as he listened.
“If you touch my food while I’m hungry, I’m likely to snap at you in a totally irrational way.” I grinned and pecked him on the lips. “But I will apologize by cooking my ass off for you.”
“I make a mean salted caramel chocolate pecan pie.”
“Say more things like that,” Dean groaned, nuzzling into my neck.
“I can make homemade bourbon vanilla whipped cream and play pranks on Sam like it’s nobody’s business.”
“And this is supposed to deter me from wanting you?”
“I snore and sometimes I drool in my sleep.”
“Not the kind of wet dream I was hoping for.”
“Hey, I’m just giving you all the details before you sign this contract.”
“Continue,” he encouraged as he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling me closer by gripping both ass cheeks in his experienced hands.
“I don’t like the Rocky movies.”
“You. Bite. Your. Tongue.”
I yelped when he swatted me on the ass, almost hard enough to be considered painful.
“I do like that.”
Dean grinned wickedly as I climbed into his lap, wanting to be as close to him as possible despite our layers of clothing.
“What else do you like?” His voice was getting thicker as time went on, undoubtedly holding himself back from just getting right down to it.
“I like watching you with a gun.” I laced my fingers with one of his hands while the other one held me close, spread out across my lower back. “The way you clean it meticulously, sometimes without even looking. The way you hold it like it’s an extension of you.” I gave a little roll of my hips and watched his breath hitch. “It makes me have all kinds of dirty thoughts about those hands of yours.”
I untangled our fingers and guided his hand to my cheek, nuzzling into it. “Here.” I moved it up into my hair. “And here.” I gasped when he gave my locks a little tug. “Definitely that.” Lower, to my neck where I encouraged him to put light pressure. “Here, if you’re feeling brave.”
“Fuck,” he puffed out, pupils dilated beyond his green irises.
“Most definitely here,” I groaned, moving his hand down to my left breast. I let him take the lead on squeezing, not too rough or soft. Perfect.
“Jesus baby, I haven’t even kissed you properly yet.”
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about your damned perfect mouth.” I leaned in close so our foreheads were touching, just feeling each other’s breath blow across our skin. “Sometimes I watch your tongue flick out or bite down on your bottom lip when you’re concentrating. You don’t even realize you’re doing it half the time. Drives me fucking crazy.”
Then our lips crashed together like magnets, unable to hold back any longer. We shared a mutual moan of gratitude as every inch of space between us disappeared. I curled my fingers into his hair, holding on for dear life while he engulfed me with both arms. One hand made its way to the back of my neck while the other kneaded my ass, rocking me into his groin with such firm control.
Dean didn’t immediately plunge his tongue into my mouth, but instead gave me light licks and nips, sometimes sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. It was the sweetest torture I had ever endured. He purposely made me crave him as I tried to push deeper, only to have him pull back slightly and chase his lips with my own. Just when I was about to muster up an epic, Sam worthy pout, he surged forward. It was a slow, wet, tentative exploration at first. It’s funny how just a moment ago I had him groping my breast, yet this felt so much more intimate.
As my hands slid down to grip his shirt, a desperation kicked in and the kiss turned hot, heavy, and passionate. It was the kind of kiss that you have to sneak breaths in through your nose because you don’t want to disengage. I briefly recognized that I could get off just from kissing this man, feeling his hands everywhere at once.
“Holy shit,” I gasped when we finally broke apart, panting like we just run from a horde of vampires. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”
“I know what you mean.” Dean chuckled, but I could hear a hint of embarrassment in his voice. “This may be over way too quick.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
“Dammit, woman.” His eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I had so many plans for you.”
“We have plenty of time for marathon fucking later. Right now,” I reached down to give him an urgent but gentle squeeze, “I just need you so damn bad.”
“Shit,” he hissed, his resolve breaking. “Ok, fuck. How do you want it, sweetheart?”
“I’m perfectly content right here, Dean.”
I’m pretty sure we could have set a world record with how quickly we shed our clothing, me almost face planting trying to get my jeans and panties off fast enough while Dean cursed at his boots before flinging them across the room. Then he was reaching for me, hauling me back into his lap so roughly that I almost scolded him for putting his manhood in danger of being crushed. That wouldn’t be good for anybody.
“Hold on, let me at least…” he trailed off as his fingers descended to my opening. He gave a quick swirl with his middle finger before slowly dipping it inside. He gave a groan of approval, finding me more than ready to accept him easily.
“I told you,” I teased breathlessly. “Come on, Dean.”
Hearing me say his name so desperately must have finally flipped the switch because in one fluid motion he removed his finger, lifted me up just enough to make room and slammed my body down onto his cock.
The delicious stretch of being taken by someone for the first time is a sensation you can never duplicate. I wanted to laugh, cry and scream all at the same time because my brain couldn’t focus on one emotion. I settled on a strangled moan that I’m sure conveyed my feelings to Dean. I gave an experimental roll of my hips and nearly lost it when the base of his cock rubbed perfectly against my clit. He groaned and held me still, eyes closed tightly.
“Oh, shit, Dean.” I gripped his face and kissed him hard on the lips. “Please, I need to move.”
He took a few deep breaths with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, all hard lines and concentration. I knew he was trying to damnedest to gain control over his body so he wouldn’t tap out too soon, but I was beyond caring and just wanted to feel the push and pull that I craved.
I gripped his wrists that were attached to my waist and pulled slightly which must have caught him off guard because his grip eased just enough for me to lift onto my knees and slide back down. I felt him shudder and repeated the action, letting go of his wrists in favor of gripping his shoulders for better leverage.
When I was sure he wasn’t going to try and hold me still any longer, I sped up my movements and alternated between bouncing up and down and grinding against his pelvis. Dean wasn’t much of a talker during sex, but he more than made up for it with deliberate touches and shameless noises that gave me goosebumps.
Just as I suspected, the warm feeling in my belly started to spread lower rather quickly and I began to ride him so hard that I would have worried about toppling us off the end of the bed, if I had given two shits. Dean gripped me by the hair and pulled my lips to his for a sloppy kiss that was more breathing and moaning into each others mouths than anything. The sharp tug at the base of my skull finally broke the dam and I was a shaking, stuttering mess in his lap. He almost sounded relieved when I let go because he was grunting and twitching inside me less than a minute later.
We sat there tangled together for a few moments, waiting for our hearts to slow down and our breathing to return to normal. My skin was slick with sweat and our combined fluids, which was oddly thrilling albeit messy. Eventually I leaned down to give Dean a slow, thorough kiss, needing the contact after such a heated romp.
“Now that was passion,” I clarified with a smirk.