WARNING SMUT AHEAD.... enjoy
I was smiling widely as I walked over to my boyfriend with two beers in my hands. When I finally made it over to him and the dart board he was throwing darts at, I handed him one of them. I set mine down on the table and wrapped my arms around his back, and lightly rested them just above his butt. I giggled lightly as I kissed him, and then pulled away.
"You know, you can be so hot sometimes," Dean said grinning as he took a sip of his beer.
I cocked an eyebrow and challenged him, "Only sometimes..."
"Obviously you're hot all the time, but even hotter when you bring me a beer and a kiss," Dean said trying to save his mistake.
I grinned at him and said, "I know, I'm just teasing."
I sat down and took a few sips of my beer and got an idea. I stood back up and grabbed the darts from his hand and threw one, purposefully missing.
"Oh, goodness. I think I need some assistance here," I said playfully.
Dean chuckled and set his beer down next to mine. He walked over to me and grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear, "Are you trying to seduce on?"
I smirked and said, "It depends, is it working?"
Dean pressed his body against the back of mine and I could feel his bulge pressing into my back. I gasped as he gently started to kiss my neck, "Does that answer your question?"
"Dean we are in public," I scolded him.
"You started this sweetheart, plus don't pretend you don't like it," Dean whispered along my neck.
A shiver ran down my spine as my body already started to respond to his touch. It has been so long since we've been intimate with each other, and the alcohol in my system right now is not helping me right now. I hummed in response as he turned my head so he could connect his lips with mine.
His hand gently caressed my face, his body was still firmly pressed against my backside, and I could feel him start to get harder. I smirk into the continuous kisses Dean was showering me with.
"You know... Sam is in the bathroom... we could... head to the car real quick," I started to say between kisses. Before I could finish Dean pulled away, and started to head towards the car with my hand in his. I smiled widely, and practically skipped with excitement as I thought about what we were about to do.
First of all I've never had sex in a car, and second of all I hope no one see's us. All though I was super excited and turned on I couldn't help the matched anxiety and nervousness that washed over me because of the possibility of being seen. Which oddly turned me on even more.
When we finally reached the car Dean pulled the back seat door open and practically fell inside, and gave me no time to prepare myself as he pulled me in along with him. He quickly closed the door, and began attacking my neck with kisses.
"I have been waiting patiently for this day," Dean moaned into my neck as he sucked on my sensitive spot.
I moaned in pleasure as I started to tug on his shirt. I had to pull my body back slightly to get a good grip on it since I was currently straddling him. Once his shirt was off he went back to attacking me with wet kisses all over my neck and chest. I moaned again as he pushed his hips up rubbing his covered bulge against me.
"Fuck," I gasped out as he slightly nipped near my collarbone.
My hands were roaming up and down his chest taking in his wonderfully toned abs. As his kisses became more wild and urgent I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled at his hair at the nape of his neck. He gasped for breath and I brought his lips back to mine. His hands started to search for the hem of my tank top. Once he found it he pulled it over my head.
As the air hit my stomach I gasped and pulled away, covering up my scars. Even though Dean has seen them multiple times, this situation seemed different. I felt vulnerable, and self conscious.
Dean grabbed my face in his hands and gently caressed my checks with his thumbs and said, "You're beautiful Devyn. You don't need to cover yourself around me."
I blushed madly at his words and slowly brought my hands away. He tore his gaze from my face and traced over my scars gingerly with his fingers. I gasped again and flinched backwards, but let him continue what he was doing.
"Beautiful," He muttered as he flipped us around carefully so he was hovering over me in the back seat. He brought his head down my body and started to kiss my scars. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I felt truly loved in this moment. He was touching me so carefully and lovingly, I couldn't help it.
His fingers started to play with my belt, and he expertly pulled my pants down. He then did the same with his. When he was finished undressing the both of us he looked me in the eyes and said, "I love you, Devyn."
I smiled widely at him and said, "I love you, Dean."
His eyes sparkled with lust and desire, and I'm sure mine did too. He glanced at me for a few more seconds taking my body in before crashing his lips down to mine. I gasped as I felt the tip of his penis tease my entrance. He then started to pump himself between my lips, and every time it hit my clit a pulse of pleasure surged through me. I groaned out as he suddenly thrust himself inside of me, but it was muffled by his lips as he continued to kiss me.
I winced slightly as it had been quite awhile since we've done this, and it stung a little. He waited a moment for me to adjust before he started to move slowly in and out of me. I moaned in pleasure at the slow sensual pace he set. He was caressing my face softly, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back.
He grunted into my mouth as he picked up the pace a little bit, and I could feel a familiar pressure starting to build up inside of me. Dean pulled his lips from mine and started to attack my neck again. I moaned out again as he thrusted in deeper and found my g spot.
He pulled away again, and rested one of his hands next to my face to support himself, and gripped my neck with his other one. My eyes widened in fear for a moment, but euphoria quickly clouded them again as I realized Dean wouldn't hurt me. I started to moan out more frequently as he thrust in and out of me at an ungodly pace.
I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and brought my right hand down and started to rub at my clit. It felt weird at first, as I've never done this before, but was soon overcome with pleasure from the two different sensations. Dean's grip around my neck tightened slightly on the sides, and I let out a strangled moan.
He fell down to his forearm so he was closer to me and stared at me in the eyes as he quickened his speed more. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pressure inside built and I felt like I was about to explode.
"Open your eyes, baby. I want you to look in my eyes as you come," Dean demanded sweetly.
I instantly obeyed and quickened the pace of my finger on my clit. My legs started to shake from the amount of pleasure that was building up, and I could tell Dean was close too. His pants were coming more frequently and sporadically. My mouth opened slightly and black spots started to form in the corner of my eyes as I moaned loudly through my orgasm. As soon as I was done Dean released his grip from around my neck, and thrusted a few more times before he came inside of me.
He flopped down on me and we both struggled to catch our breath.
"That was..."
"Worth the wait," Dean finished for me.
"Definitely," I agreed with a stupid grin on my face.
We laid there for a few more minutes before Dean struggled to get off me and try and redress himself. He grabbed his flannel and left it unbuttoned as he grabbed a cloth from his pocket and cleaned me up down there. My hips bucked from the overstimulation as I gasped.
"Sorry," Dean said through a smirk.
I rolled my eyes at him, and struggled to pull my own pants up since my right pant leg got stuck on my boot.
Dean chuckled and said, "Here let me help."
I covered my face in embarrassment as he helped me pull my pants up. Once that was done I sat up, and put my tank top back on. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and giggled.
"I look like..."
"You just had sex in the back of a car," Dean finish for me faking innocence.
I glared at him playfully and said, "Will you stop that."
"Stop what," Dean asked confused, even though I knew he knew what he was doing.
"Finishing my sentences with your thoughts," I scolded.
Dean grinned and said, "Well you're obviously thinking them too."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my brush from my duffle bag on the floor and quickly brushed down my mess. I looked over to Dean and started to giggle.
"What," He asked confused, for real this time.
I smirked and said, "It's just... you got a little something on your face."
I lifted my hand up to his face, and whipped the smeared lipstick off of his lips. He looked at me sheepishly before thanking me. We finally left the car and reentered the bar, only to be met by Sam, who was smirking at us knowingly.
"Did you two have fun," He teased as we sat down across from him.
"Shut up," Dean and I both said as we blushed a bright shade of red.
Sam rolled his eyes and said, "Well while you two were going at it in the backseat of our car I found something."
My ears perked up as I eagerly asked, "OH! What did you find? Another case?"
"Relax eager beaver," Sam said with a small smile, then continued, "and yes, I did find another case. Mark and Anne Telesca from New Paltz, New York, were both found dead in their home. Throats were slit..."
I couldn't really focus on what Sam continued to explain as Dean kept rubbing his hand on my inner thigh. My hormones were still in hyperdrive from earlier, and if he kept doing that I woul-
"Dean, Devyn!" Sam said trying to get our attention back to him. I cleared my throat awkwardly and blinked a few times before focusing back on Sam. "There were no prints, no murder weapons, and all doors and windows were locked from the inside," Sam finished explaining as he rolled his eyes at us.
"Doesn't really sound like our department of work, Sammy," Dean said, taking a swig of his beer.
I rolled my eyes at my boyfriend, "You always shoot Sam down before he gets to the good part."
"She's right. Dad's journal says differently. He noted three murders from upstate New York. The first in 1912, then another in 1945, and again in 1970. They all had the same M.O as the Telesca's," Sam explained further.
"Yeah, and the murders were so spread out through time no one made the connection except for John. We have -"
"Another one," Dean finished.
I glared at the annoying man child next to me and swatted at his arm, "I told you to stop doing that."
Dean smirked playfully down at me and said, "Oh, you know you love it. Anyway can this wait until morning?"
Sam looked at him confused, as did I as he asked, "Yeah, why?"
"Because I'm gonna go get us some more drinks," Dean exclaimed as he walked away. Sam and I both chuckled as we watched him approach the bar.