Y'all know I don't own shit. So don't come at me.
Ok, so...originally this was planned as a one shot but knowing my penchant to pay attention to every minute detail in like, everything, lol, I decided to break this up into two pieces. Don't want people to get bored, ya know?
Anywho! This is chalked full of smutty goodness but not the actual smut ya dig? Just pervertedness and dirt. But imma shut up now. Enjoy...or not...but hopefully yes.
And I'd like to thank my lovely friend and fellow writer for the song suggestion for this fic. Shannon5288. Thanks girl! :D
(What you don't know….What you can't see….Is what I do for you….I do for me - I Get Off by Halestorm)
Dean groaned heavily as his skin met that of the woman's above him...
Groaning and panting, he kneading and grasped at her hips, her back, her thighs, her ass...anywhere his hands could reach as she rode him, striving to bring the both of them to completion.
"Fuck woman! Jesus...fuck," He moaned and bit at his lip trying to silence himself, try not to respond too much and too loud to...well….
Everything.
"Fuck you feel so good!"
There went that idea.
The woman above him laughed breathlessly, dropping down to grip at his shoulders, her backside slapping off his thighs as she bounced. Nothing but her pelvis moved up and down his dick now and the whole thing made the whole situation even more erotic to Dean...this girl had cushion back there!
"Shit," He whimpered a bit, gripping her hips, arching up to reach as far into her as he could go.
"I'm close…"
Dean huffed, slamming into her once before growling, dragging her off his cock and up his body to bring her dripping pussy onto his mouth.
He had to taste her again.
"Fuck," He mumbled as he licked and slurped at her making her shiver.
"Oh god, Dean!"
"Yeah baby, that's it! Moan for me."
The young woman did, circling her hips upon his face and he reached over, grabbing at a hand of hers blindly, to help place some of her fingers over her clit right after he nipped and sucked at her hardened nub. Slowly, he slid his tongue down through her folds to her entrance and moaned.
"You taste so fucking good, toots," He mumbled, eagerly lapping at her wetness.
He really shouldn't be acting this way. His desperation was truly pathetic and he should have been ashamed or pissed at himself...but...
He was just gonna chalk this up to his dry spell finally being broken. Sex was kind of a necessity.
Dry spell...
Yeah...that was it. He knew this wasn't him.
Try as he might though, as he watched the woman above him rub at her clit in circles, moving against his face he couldn't find the strength in him to worry.
He watched her as he licked and her moaning starting to pick up.
Her head fell back and she inhaled...seizing up to...
WHAM!
Dean gasped as his side connected with the floor, startling him half to death.
He frowned in confusion as he looked around before throwing his head back in frustration.
"Damn it..."
A moment later he slapped at the ground and propped up a bit to run a hand through his messy bed ridden, hair.
And again, here he was, once more, dreaming about getting some with his hot ass neighbor across the way...
The copper blond looked down at his leaking cock and groaned with a pathetic, humorless chuckle.
And like a little twelve year old he was apparently having wet dreams making it worse. He was convinced if he hopped up and looked at his bed sheets he'd be in for a world of embarrassment right about now.
He hadn't done that shit since he was a kid.
Thinking nothing of it, Dean lifted crossing over to the window to throw back the heavy curtains, illuminating his room in sunlight.
The gasp that followed startled him and he almost let out a string of explicits before meeting the eyes of the woman in his fantasies, outside, in the flesh.
Her eyes wide, Miranda Lowell finished lifting from a stretch she had been in the middle of and stared him down, her eyes not able to stay focused on his face the entire time.
'Well shit.' Dean thought.
But then again...
Why not give the woman a show? It was her invading his dreams and everything he saw when he sat at home. 'She should really learn how to close her blinds.'
Dean chuckled at the irony of that thought and looked back to tease the woman but found her quickly jogging down the sidewalk away from the building, her form a little tight and he shrugged.
Probably not his smartest moment.
He hoped he didn't get slapped with some type of harassment suit later.
Scratching at his head some more, Dean looked to and fro outside before quickly spinning to head over to his bathroom. Well, it was time for a shower...
...and to wash some sheets.
It was a little after midnight when Dean saw Miranda returning to her apartment. A friend of her's waiting to make sure she entered safely.
He watched in rapt silence as she turned the key in the lock, his movie and movie guests long forgotten as he took in the guy's hand upon her back and her huge smile before she leaned over kissing the guy on the cheek.
The fuck was this?
Did she...have someone?
"Oh for fuck's sake, Dean," Seth groaned, pausing the movie on the screen, following Dean's eyesight before looking over at the other person in the room.
Roman Reigns shrugged, letting out a small chuckle. "He's got it bad…"
Dean turned to face his friends quickly after the young woman entered her place for the night and shook his head. "I do not got it bad," The copper blonde scowled. "I was just…" His sentence trailed off and the two beside him nodded, smirks on their faces as they looked at each other.
"Right...right," One of them muttered and Dean's scowl deepened.
"Look...let's just watch the..." His sentence trailed off as he gestured to the TV widely. Chuckling followed and Dean groaned in annoyance.
It was fifteen minutes after three am and Dean was restless, and hot, the heat lingering from earlier in the day getting to him.
"Why did I move here again," He wondered out loud as he allowed his head to drop to the side with a groan. The only thing that greeted him was silence as he briefly took in the bright lights shining among the apartment complex.
'It's so hot the crickets are even saying, screw this shit...'
Squinting he turned his head to face the ceiling, looking above him to watch the fan circle around quickly, the clinking of the pull chains hitting the light bulb disturbing the otherwise silent room.
'Guess I need to get up and fix this.'
Dean grunted as he sat up, letting his feet drop to the ground with a thud.
The air conditioner cutting on after flipping a switch, gave Dean a bit of relief as he trudged his way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water...beer...something before heading back to bed.
He was just passing through the doorway to hop back into bed when the faintest flash of blue light caught his attention out the side of his eye.
Taking a sip of his warm milk in hand, cause he heard that crap actually helped or was some type of sleep remedy, he glanced over, eyes landing on Miranda. Her curtains were pulled, window was open, and she was in nothing but the dark, stark nude, in her bed.
Stark nude and panting in her bed.
Ok. Correction. Stark nude, panting and very much writhing around in bed...a hand between her thighs as she stared at her tv, he guessed, off to the side of the window.
FUCK!
Dean could already feel the hint of a twitch down below and bit his lip as he watched her.
He knew he should look away, just move on and get some rest but…
The brunette's body arched up off the bed as she let out a loud moan and Dean knew he was screwed…
Miranda wasn't stupid…
Far from it actually.
She had tons upon tons of schooling under her belt, had a nice steady paying career while working on climbing even further up the ladder. She knew how to conduct herself out in the real world, knew what the major topics of the day or week were. She kept up with all the new, fancy, often crazy, lingo these days and she had her stuff down pat. She was part of the social and economical crowd...
But as smart as she knew she was sometimes she felt just as dumb.
She was awkward at times, a bit quick to the punch, stumbly over not just her words but her actions and….shit, this was the besides the point...
As smart as she could be she sure felt stupid when it came to the man a short distance away from her.
Dean Ambrose made her feel all weird and tingly, lightheaded and giddy with excitement! And yes, she knew who he was.
She honestly didn't know what to do with herself when around him. And lately that seemed to be way too often.
The man seemed too brash, oddly energetic in a way and just plain out there for her. He was many other words and lots of other things she couldn't think of at the moment but the major thing, the total stumper was...his sex appeal, which really got to her. He wasn't her type, at all. She was into way different. Yet...
She wanted him.
Miranda's eyes widened just a bit as she took notice of the man standing in his window now.
She knew he had been up and about, had seen him get up while proceeding to pleasure herself...mess around with him actually, you know, to get back at him for earlier of course. That was it.
She had thought nothing of her actions as she pulled off her gray undies and moved a hand between her thighs to start teasing and rubbing at herself.
Surely he'd wake up and see her...
She had needed him to wake up and deal with what happened after she woke from hearing his grunts and groans in her dreams, his deep rumbling moans which left her shaking and panting from lust as she lied there in shock, tangled in her sheets.
She only noticed his sleep pattern a couple of times...possibly...maybe.
They were neighbors after all!
Him getting up at this time was nothing new.
The moaning on the television drowned out her thoughts as she felt herself grow wetter at the heavy stare from across the way and her reason for doing this intensified as she slowly rubbed up and down her wet slit.
God he was watching her hard.
What had she been thinking?!
'Stupid, stupid girl!' She berated herself and nearly huffed in disappointment when she saw Dean move out the side of her eyes. But just as quick as he was to disappear, he returned just as fast. This time he was sitting on his bed, staring at her, burning a hole through her skull.
She wanted to look over head on and acknowledge his presence, was so damned tempted to but...
Closing her eyes, the young woman let out a loud sigh and dropped further back on her pillow, spreading her legs to give Dean the best view she could of what was going on between these thick thighs of hers.
A finger sunk into her and she jerked almost as if in surprise, her mouth forming a silent o while her eyes popped up, staring at the ceiling above her. A pull back and then a slow sink in and she was panting before she started up a satisfying tempo of thrusts with her hand, only stopping a second to add a second then third finger, working herself up into a whimpering, heaving frenzy.
Dean growled as he watched the woman finger herself to a near orgasm but then stop and slowly rub at her clit with her wet digits. She patted herself before sinking back in and he licked his lips hungrily. Her other hand slid up her body quickly to grasp at one of bountiful tits, squeezing at the lovely mound and then she was pinching at her nipple afterward.
Well fuck…
He was standing at attention now and he couldn't turn away.
Gripping his already throbbing length, Dean gave himself a squeeze and watched as the woman bounced in time with her thrusts inside herself in what he hoped was, a sopping wet pussy. He groaned.
Did it have to be so dark? He could just barely make out her hands moving between her legs and what looked like a fine sheen of sweat covering her body.
God damn. How long had she been at this?
He cupped his entire package trying to will the urge to stroke himself away but after hearing another loud moan he couldn't help himself. Fuck this shit.
Fisting his cock, Dean slowly worked his hand over the velvety hardness gasping as a tingle ran down his spine surprising him. Fuck. Was he that much of a pansy that he was already beyond turned on?
He cupped his balls with his other hand and looked up at Miranda as she panted and moaned, nearly on the precipice, yet, again, didn't let herself go.
'Why does she keep stopping?' He wondered.
It didn't take long for Dean to work up a nice even stroke, thumbing his seeping slit to rub the clear substance even further around the head and a ways down his shaft as he watched the brunette and ah yes...there she was. So close...so close...and ready to…
He watched as her boobs jerked with her every moment, the way her feet were planted flat on the bed, her body lifted in a slight plank and then he saw her hand stop moving. Her body convulsed as it tried to close in on itself and he swore the cry that passed through her lips was the hottest sound he had ever heard as she fell apart right before his eyes.
God damn she was beautiful...
She lie there afterwards her body going through shocks and tremors as she tried to catch her wits about her. Thoughts of 'Did he see me?' and 'I wonder what he's doing...' passed through her blissfully stunned mind as her breathing slowed down.
And then she heard it.
The telltale sign of him following her over the edge as he watched her, recalling what he had just saw and heard.
Ropes of cum, shot out of his spasming cock and she lifted, looking over to watch as he shut his eyes from watching her to ride out his powerful orgasm.
'God he's so freakin sexy.' Who knew that watching this man reach his ending would pull her in even deeper.
She was screwed.
This little game or whatever it was they were playing needed to come to an end soon...and fast.
Dean opened his eyes, letting out an breathy chuckle as he came down from his high and looked over to see Miranda sitting up in her bed, arms wrapped around her knees, eyeing him with a head tilt.
He huffed and gave her a puzzled look but just as he was about to get up and open his mouth to say something, she jumped up, darting over to grab at her lifted window. She gazed at him, her expression unreadable and in the next second Miranda was smirking. She quickly pushed down at the plastic pane, closing her window. He almost missed her laugh but the wink that followed left him wide eyed and confused.
Did she...was this...had she planned this?
Was this all a game? Had she been toying with him? What did that wink mean?
Just what in the hell was going on here?
Thoughts of her withering body flashed through his befuddled mind and only one thought followed after.
He had to have her, no doubt about it.
And he would...
'Game on, woman. Game. On.'