
|| Chapter 46 ||
PUBLISHED: 10/23/20
EDITED:
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He takes us to my bedroom, guiding the door open with his foot and promptly closing it. My back gracefully touches the comforter as Sam sets me down on the bed, his lustful eyes never leaving mine.
"When do you think they'll be back?" I ask, nibbling on my lip at the thought of grazing my tongue along the sensitive spots on his neck.
"I don't care," he says, his lips hovering over mine, "I'm not opening that door until I'm done with you."
"And how long should that take?" I close the gap, pulling him in for another kiss.
He hums sarcastically against my mouth, the strands of his hair tickling my face. "However long I can get you for...Nona."
I suck in a breath and slowly exhale, biting down on my tongue at the reference to my supposed stripper name. "You're proud of that, aren't you? Quite possibly the worst name you could've come up with."
He laughs, delighted by my slightly irritated reaction. "I'll admit it wasn't the best choice."
I smirk, sitting up on the bed, and undo the last few buttons of his flannel. "Luckily for you, I don't have any other appointments."
He leans in, his lips lingering dangerously close to mine. "Good."
A shiver rolls down my spine at the hunger in his voice, that carnal desire that yearns to touch every square inch of my body and leave me begging for more. We've been at this crossroads many times before, but it always ended before it could really start. And this time, no one is on the other side of the closed door.
I dive right into his mouth, yanking the flannel over his shoulders and down his arms. Sam frees himself from the long sleeve, his chest still covered by a t-shirt, and pulls me onto his lap. He grabs both sides of my face as his lips devour me, trailing down my face and neck.
My fingers slip underneath the hem of his shirt to feel the muscles along his abdomen and the thin sheet of sweat forming on his skin. Sam quickly retracts, pulling the fabric over his head and discarding it onto the floor, all the while never breaking his dark gaze on me. My hands run up his chiseled chest as I marvel at his statuesque physique.
His lips find me again, the large pair of rough hands dragging down my sides to rest around my hips. I grind closer to him, making our chests flush, and guide my mouth down to his neck. In between soft kisses I drag the tip of my tongue across his sensitive skin. He sucks in a breath, releasing it as a low moan, and tightens his grip. I feel him twitch underneath me and grin.
Sam's hands move under my shirt, up my back, and get to work unhooking the clasp of my bra. I graze another spot with my teeth. His fingers freeze.
"Having a little trouble?" I tease.
He lets out a breathy chuckle. "I told you it tickled."
"You sure you don't need me to do it?" I mutter into his collarbone.
There's a quiet growl in my ear before my shirt is swiftly stripped off of me. His hands immediately smooth my hair back down while his eyes drop to my exposed, tingling skin. I've been topless in front of him several times before, but it was never for sexual attention. It was never just for him.
His lascivious stare pours over, admiring the curve of my breasts and dip of my stomach. He watches my chest swell with each laborious breath of excitement and anticipation.
A swarm of butterflies violently flaps along the inside of my ribcage as his fingers delicately trace the stitching on the front of my denim shorts, moving down and down. I can't help but squirm under his touch, which makes him absolutely delighted.
Without warning he slips his hand between my legs and palms my core, slowly rubbing his fingers into the fabric. A moan escapes my lips and I find myself grabbing a fistful of the comforter.
"I've been dying to make you feel good," he mumbles into my hair.
I close my eyes, focusing on the pressure of his hand. "God, Sam."
He chuckles. "I haven't even started yet."
"Do you want me to be quiet?" My eyes slowly flutter open to see the pupils in Sam's eyes double in size.
"Fuck no," Sam practically groans and presses my back onto the bed, leaving his hand on my chest.
He prowls over my body, kissing and licking down my neck and chest. A hand weaves itself under my back and effortlessly unclasps my bra. His swollen lips hover over the valley between my breasts as he carefully peels the straps down my shoulders. He looks up to watch me while he drags the contraption out of sight, releasing my bare breasts into his rough hands. The pads of his fingers gingerly squeeze and twist my nipples, eliciting various whimpers and moans from my throat. Sam hungrily concentrates on the fits of euphoria painting my face before eagerly taking one of them in his mouth.
My head becomes fuzzy as it drops back on the bed, like a powerful drug has just entered my bloodstream. "Jesus."
He snakes down my stomach, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps, and undoes the button on my shorts. The zipper steadily comes apart as he grips the waistband and draws it down over my hips and legs. It eventually gets caught around my ankles, causing Sam's provocative disposition to falter.
"Sorry," he nervously chuckles.
I help him pull them off my feet and rise onto my knees to plant a gentle kiss. "You're adorable."
He smirks, the wave of jitters washing away as his lips touch mine. "I'm glad you think so."
My hands glide into his hair and tug him closer to me, igniting another passionate frenzy of our mouths battling for control. His fingers dig into my skin, dragging down my bare back as if to leave a permanent mark, and stops to tightly squeeze my backside.
I sneak a hand down to one of his beltloops and give it a little jerk. He sharply inhales, the rise of his chest sweeping across my breasts. I keep my dark eyes on him as I unbutton his jeans, slide between the fabric, and take him in my hand. An illustrious moan pours out of him, vibrating his skin as he rests his forehead against mine, incapable of speaking.
"Sam," I whisper, continuing to stroke him.
His breath hitches. "Fuck, Ona."
Hearing him unravel and fall apart from my touch causes my insides to melt. I clench my hand tighter, pulling him up and down, while simultaneously sliding my other hand down his backside.
"Tell me how it feels," I mutter into his parted lips.
He shakily exhales, unconsciously letting out a delicate whimper as he thrusts into my hand. "Ona, please."
Did I hear that correctly? I got Sam Winchester to beg?
I graze my teeth along his jawline and lightly bite his ear. "Tell me, Sam."
"It feels so fucking good," he breathes.
My tongue traces a small circle on his neck. "You want more?"
"Ona, I swear to God if you don't let me fuck you—"
"You'll what—fuck me anyway?"
He slowly opens his eyes, the darkness of his pupils enveloping every inch of those warm hazel irises, and clenches his jaw. One hand abruptly grabs my throat while the other swiftly smacks my backside.
"You done teasing me?" Sam asks gruffly, bringing my face up to his.
An arousing shiver ruptures all over my skin. I bite down on the inside of my lip to hide the smile that starts to creep through. But from the glimmer in his eyes and the smirk on his face, he knows. He knows I enjoyed—loved—every bit of his roughness. And he plans on using it against me.
"You want more of that, don't you?" he mocks.
I harden my gaze. "Hurry up and take off your pants."
He quirks an eyebrow, readjusting his grip around my neck. "You're ready for me?"
This son of a bitch loves to challenge me back. I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, slowing releasing it between my teeth as I reach for his other hand. He watches with wanton curiosity, his breathing soft and shallow.
I spread his fingers onto my stomach, leisurely gliding them down until they reach the soft material of my underwear. "Feel me, Sam."
With a sharp exhale, his body jerks upright. His hand twitches at the closeness, practically sensing how wet I am. I bite down on the tip of my tongue and guide it lower.
"Fuck," he pants and immediately takes over, diving right between my legs.
I gasp as his fingers fearlessly explore me—touching, stroking, caressing every sensitive spot I've come to know.
A low groan brushes my ear. "Lay back, Ona."
I promptly obey, my heart beating faster with each passing second. His does the same. He roams over my stomach, planting soft kisses that travel lower into my hips. I jerk from the sensitivity, knowing that I'm extremely ticklish there. He smirks and continues down until he reaches the band of my underwear. His eyes slowly trace up my body and stop to meet mine, the hunger in his eyes telling me he's wanted this for so long. His fingers hook themselves under the waistband on each side and drag the material down my legs, painfully slow.
And now I'm naked. Completely and utterly bare in front of him. The thought never seemed to bother me—actually it never did—but some part of me shrinks at the thoughts that might be running through his head.
"Ona," Sam says, placing a few kisses on the inside of my thigh, "You're so fucking beautiful."
An involuntary scoff seeps out of my mouth. I've been beaten to hell more times than I can count. My body's been covered in cuts and bruises like a voodoo doll in the hands of a vengeful child. I don't remember the last time I looked in the mirror and felt confident enough to take my clothes off in front of someone.
His gaze flits up as his lips inch closer and closer. "You know when I'm telling the truth," he says into my skin, his deep voice sending tingles in all the right places.
Yeah, I do know, and I didn't need to sense his heartbeat to ascertain that. He's never made me feel like the empty shell of a battering ram that hunters become or even the monster I believe myself to be. When faced with an inescapable nightmare, Sam would hold my hand and never let me go.
"I want all of you." His mouth disappears between my legs.
My back arches as his soft lips and warm tongue devour me entirely. He draws circles around sensitive parts and zealously focuses on stimulating others. I let my head fall back against the bed as my eyes close in delirious bliss.
"Fuck," I breathlessly moan.
Feeding off of my rousing noises of pleasure, Sam grabs my legs and firmly locks them over his shoulders. He continues to consume me from this new vantage point, gripping onto my thighs as his fingers dig into my skin.
As I begin to involuntarily squirm and move against him, he places a hand on my stomach to keep me in place and watches the continual waves of ecstasy light me up.
"Sam," I pant, hooking my ankles behind his head, the intensity beginning to build, "Oh god. Fuck. S-Sam, I—"
He pulls away at the last minute, successfully preventing me from spilling over, and grins. "A little eager, are we?"
I laugh, running my hands up my face. "You're killing me."
"You looked like you were enjoying it," he counters, moving up to hover over me.
I can't help but smile as I roll my eyes and bring him down to kiss me. "What did I say about taking off your pants?"
He chuckles, pulling away from my lips. "Right away."
Sam slides both the denim material and tight fit boxer briefs down his legs to the floor. I find myself holding my breath at the sight, examining every inch of his naked form as it is revealed to me. The light scars from past hunts leaving stripes along his torso, arms, and legs. The ink-filled anti-possession tattoo nestled in the corner of his broad chest. The prominent veins tracing the muscles on his forearms and rough hands. The deep V-shape of his Adonis belt leading down to other aroused parts. My thighs twitch. He's just as beaten and battered as I am, but God help me, I wouldn't have him any other way.
"I need you inside of me."
He playfully narrows his eyes, cocking his head with intrigue. My face heats up from the unintentional slip of words to which Sam smiles, stepping out of the pool of discarded clothes.
But as he reaches down to pull me towards him, he suddenly stops. "Shit."
"What?" I sit up.
He looks back to the door, contemplating something, and glances down. "Do you—?"
"In my bag," I answer, already understanding what he's getting after. "Outside pocket."
He quirks an eyebrow but obeys my directions, rummaging through my stuff to find an unopened box. He side-eyes me as he tears the packaging and grabs one.
"Oh, don't give me that look," I say, "You're acting like I wasn't planning for this."
"So, you were?" he teases, walking back over to me.
I narrow my gaze and bite the inside of my lip. "Shut up."
He smiles and leans down to kiss me, getting back on the bed in the process. I weave my fingers in his hair to pull him closer as he positions himself between my legs. His fingers quickly work at the wrapper, while I lock myself around his waist.
And then it happens. That beautiful, illustrious jolt of startling, sensual electricity takes control. Each lightning strike sends a wildfire of pleasure, clouding the rest of my senses like an intoxicating buzz.
Sam's eyes roll back into his head. "Oh my god."
I let out a dizzying moan from the slow, passionate pumps, unable to recall the last time I've felt like this—if I ever have. The sound causes Sam to growl, sending him into a lust-filled frenzy. His teeth graze and nip at the stimulated skin along my neck and chest, before latching onto one of my breasts.
"Jesus," I incoherently pant, absorbing every wave of thrilling pleasure. "Fuck me, Sam."
His hand immediately snakes up to latch around my throat and squeezes just enough to excite me. He locks with my lips again, moaning into my mouth as he picks up the pace, roughly pounding into me. I move with him, yearning for more with each of his strides. The mind-numbing climactic sensation starts to build, prompting me to wrap my arms around his neck. Sam takes that as an opportunity to pull me up into his lap, giving me control of the momentum. I impatiently grind against him and reach up to tug at his hair. He lets out a low, carnal groan and slaps my backside again—the stinging pain only adding to my hunger for him. His hands dig into my hips, moving himself harder and deeper into me with each forceful drive. The spine-tingling feeling builds even more, climbing ever so quickly to reach its peak.
"Sam," I say, out of breath, "Oh god..."
Picking up on my signal, he grips tighter to help me move faster. "I want to hear you."
"Please don't stop," I beg, grinder faster and faster.
"C'mon, Ona." His voice is gruff and needy. "Cum for me."
A series of restless, culminating whimpers flood from my lungs as the pace builds and builds until I don't think I can hold it any longer. Sam grabs my face at eye-level to watch the exhilarating overflow of ecstasy pour over me, released as shameless moans and cries in his name.
"Fuck," he grunts, roughly guiding me through my orgasm.
His breathing grows shallow and I can tell he's almost there. I press myself closer to him, our bodies flush as if they were one. He speeds up again, his hands molding into my skin. I can feel him about to burst.
I grab his jaw as if to kiss him, our parted lips mixed with urgent, ragged pants, and utter into his mouth, "I fucking love you."
Sam lets out a vigorous groan, following the liberating eruption of heavenly euphoria. His head leans against mine as he closes his eyes, relaxed but out of breath. I dip under for a soft kiss, provoking him to calmly smooth my hair away from my face. He looks at me, his eyes warm and admiring, and tucks a strand behind my ear.
"I love you, too."
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I know what you're thinking...
I wanted to try something new (writing-wise) and show a side of the story that most wouldn't see (for mature ratings reasons). And I've been dying to have them curse. Do you know how hard it is (pun intended) to restrain myself from having them say "fuck" every time something goes wrong? It seems like a very natural thing for them. But I wanted to respect people's boundaries since the original story is fairly suitable for everyone to read, and not make anyone uncomfortable.
So...how do I end this...I hope you enjoyed lmao. There may be some more of this in the future or it could be my one-hit wonder. Not sure yet. Let me know what y'all think.
Peace and love and friendly smut.
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