No Strings Attached, Right?

5. I just can't get over how amazing your ass is from this view.

Paige's P.O.V

Last night flashes through my head as the sun pours into my room and into my eyes. "Fuck." I groan sitting up. It's cold. I look down and see the cover wrapped around my waist down and I don't have a shirt on, and no bra either. 

Wait, is Dean still in my bed? I look over to my right and I don't see him. What time is it?  Whatever, they gave me the day off because of what's happening with Dean's Mom. I throw the blanket off of my legs and notice that I'm completely naked. I nod to myself and stand up. Great.

I walk towards my closet and pass my bedroom door on the way. It's open but oh well. I hear quiet whimpers. Dean? I quickly throw on a pair of clean underwear and an oversized tee. I run out of my room and into the living room where I see Dean sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. "Dean? A-are you okay?" I sit next to him. I didn't even notice he's wearing just his boxers.

"Do I look okay?" He snaps. I back up. "Obviously not, I'm just trying to help, yet again." I snap back.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm just trying to stay calm and it's not working." He stands up and goes into the kitchen. "It's okay." I follow him. "I don't have any food right now... I need to clean and go shopping." I say. Dean turns around and faces me. "Then let's get to it." He has tear stains on his cheeks. "You should really try to see what the doctors have to sa-" He cuts me off. "They called this morning, she just got sent to the morgue. She's having a body inspection too." He walks to the fridge and started going through all the old food that's in there.

"Dean." He puts down the expired cottaged cheese and looks at me. "What?" He looks dumbfounded. "God damnit Dean, what's up with you! Your mom just died and your upset, then horny, then just breaking down, then your cleaning. What's going on?" I walk to the counter and put the cottages cheese in the trash.

"I don't know, okay! I'm trying to figure it out myself. Just try not to freak out at me. It's not helping." He pulls out an empty gallon of milk and tosses it into the trash. "I'm sorry. I'm just so confused with you right now." I walk into the living room and pick up all of my blankets that are lying on the floor in front of the couch.

"It's whatever."I hear him throw something else into the trash. I grab the remote to the TV and turn on the music station. Paris by The Chainsmokers plays. I hum along as I fold all six of the blankets. "We were staying in Paris... To get away from your parents." I hear Dean sing.

I need to know what's going on with him. There's something so off about him. It's just the way he's acting about his mom's death... it scares me.

We continue to clean through the house in random spots, just picking it up some. It's not like some spring cleaning. Just tidying up the living room and kitchen. "Paige... I think I need a therapist." I hear Dean say from behind me. I'm bent over picking up a pile of trash I left weeks ago. "What do you mean? Is it your mom?" I question.

"I just can't get over how amazing your ass is from this view." He grabs hold of my hips and thrust his pelvis against me. "Really Dean. I do think you need a therapist. Your avoiding your mom's death and that's not good." I stand up quickly and turn to face him. The second we make eye contact he smashes his lips against mine. I drop everything I had in my hands and place them on his chest. I shove as hard as I can. His body is all muscle, rock hard. As I push him I begin moving quickly towards a wall. His hands on my wrists keeping me locked in where I am.

I'm currently lodged between Dean and the wall were my TV is mounted. His mouth is still connected to mine. His kisses are hard, and full of rage. He moves my hand against the wall by my head. "Dean." I finally manage to say when we pull apart for air. "No." He says sternly. I loosen up, letting him do as he pleases with me.

His dominance causes a warming and wet sensation down below where I desperately want him to be. A moan escapes me mouth, hinting at him that I want more. I believe he understood my hint because he slowly let's go on my left wrist. His hand slowly travels down my body to the Dean approved area.

He lifts up my shirt and slips his hand down into my underwear. A thought slips through my mind.

Do I need to shave?

I quickly push it away and allow him to take charge of my whole body. His thumb traces small circles around my highly sensitive area. A louder moan let's itself out as he plays his magic cards. His pace quickly picks up and it sends me almost to overdrive. My breathing picks up as he begins sucking and nibbling on my neck.

He slips his fingers inside of me and rapidly pumps them. My eyes rolling to the back of my head and my back arches at his work. My moans grow louder and louder as he goes faster.

I feel my legs turn to Jell-O within only a matter of minutes. I feel myself tighten around his fingers. My moans grow even louder, and more rapid and I reach my climax. My hips slowly ride along with his fingers. I hear a muffled groan coming from Dean as I let go. I finally finish and relax my body again.

He pulls his fingers out and walks to the sink. "We should get cleaning." Dean smiles at me. That fucker.

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A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I did while writing it!🤗

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