Part 2:-
Thursday 2.30am:-
Dean had possibly the most painful hard-on to date. His body was still pumped full of adrenaline from the fight. And damn it, if he didn't get laid soon he would turn into his brother, and that just couldn't be allowed. His thoughts turned instead to Tareena, who he knew must be asleep in the next room as it was still silent, and she wasn't known for being quiet – he'd learned that pretty early on in their meeting.
Tareena had been a complete revelation to him. She fought as well as any other hunter he had met and fought alongside. Yet she still didn't come over as butch or masculine. To say she interested him more than a little was a bit of an understatement.
His hard cock still throbbed achingly in his shorts and he let his palm slide across the fabric that separated him from his own skin. Needing more, he eased his fingers beneath the elastic and shivered as he touched his own bare skin. He was hot and horny and had only his own hand to take care of himself.
At the very moment he wrapped his fist around his shaft a knock at the door had him snatching his hand back and bouncing guiltily out of bed, hastily shouting: "Just a minute…give me…uh…give me a minute."
Now, where the hell had he dropped his damn pants?
Hopping around with a hard-on wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but then he spotted his pants peeking out from beneath the bed and he grabbed them, almost falling over as he attempted to put them on standing up.
"Dean? You okay in there?" Tareena's voice sounded through the bolted motel room door.
"Shit!" Dean hissed as he scrambled into his pants and fell against the door as he tripped over his boots, which still lay where he'd kicked them off.
"Dean?" She called again.
The door swung open and he tried to force a nonchalant smile to cover up his rather shady feelings. "Hey," he tried.
"Hey," she replied, looking at him as though he had sprouted alien bug-eyes or something.
"Umm, can I help you with something?" 'Like an orgasm or two?'
Tareena cocked her head as her gaze traveled down his semi-clothed body… his hard-on still evident beneath the thick denim. "I think the question should be: can I help you with anything?" she smirked, biting her lip. 'And oh my God, did he just blush?' Suppressing a giggle, she pushed her way past him and into the room. "Listen, the thing is, right… hell… We've been fighting for ages now and all this adrenaline, you know, well… it's left me horny…"
Her next words were cut off by Dean's lips as he pushed her back against the wall and ground his hips hard into hers. There was no gentle testing of mouth against mouth, but a clash of lips on lips and teeth against teeth.
Tareena twisted to get her hands between them so she could unfasten his hastily put-on jeans. Her fingers made light work of the button and zipper, pulling at them as much as she could to get them past his hips. Her fingers slipped into the chiseled groove of his hips.
Dean was swallowing hard as her fingertips crept along his skin, inching their way to the heavy heat trapped between his belly and his shorts. Her thumb brushed the silky smooth head and he jerked, stomach contracting tightly. He felt her wipe through the droplets of precome that had already seeped out of the tiny slit and smeared across the head.
Her hand forced its way further into his underwear so that she could wrap it around his shaft. Light, feathery touches at first, driving him insane so that he bucked his hips harder, and forced his cock against her palm.
Taking the hint, she gripped tighter and stroked harder and faster until his breath skittered hard and fast across her neck. His teeth scraped and grazed as she pumped harder and faster, his foreskin coated by the thick sheen of precome that was leaking out steadily.
"Holy shit… yes…" he gasped between panting breaths. He was so used to his own touch that hers was sure to kill him. 'But oh, what a way to go,' he thought through the thick haze that making his vision blur and his tongue swell.
He was so close… just a few more strokes… he was gonna come in her hand… and that was so not cool for the first time… and… and… that was so not going to happen this time… he didn't want their first time to be a fumble up against the wall and him coming all over her hand inside his pants.
Dean was not used to not being the one in charge, he felt utterly displaced.
Grabbing her hands in his, he held them above her head with one big hand and went to explore her with the other. She was only wearing a thin t-shirt and pajama bottoms, and as he slipped his hand beneath the hem he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. A grin spread across his face as his hand slid down over her ass and found no panty line at all.
Tareena smirked at him as his gaze traveled back up to her face, her brow cocked in a similar manner to his own. It didn't stay there for long though as his lips closed in on hers and her relative calm was shattered by the hunger of his kisses. His tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips sending fresh spirals of pleasure through her, before forcing her lips open with his thrusting tongue.
Breathlessly, Dean pulled himself away from the seductiveness of her lush mouth to taste the heat of her skin: the spot just below her ear, the hollow where her collar bones met, the underneath of her chin and along her jaw line.
Relaxing his grip on her hands, he let both hands toy with the hem of her shirt before he tugged, raising it above her head and dropping it at their feet. That's when he noticed her feet were bare; she'd come to his room in bare feet and there was something about that fact that he liked.
As his eyes drifted back up her body, his dark, hooded eyes stopped at her breasts, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His breath hot against her bare flesh, making her nipples harden more than she thought was physically possible. Shivering from anticipation, she forced her trembling hands to his torso, thumbs tracing the softly defined abs as she made her way up to his chest. A flick of her thumb nail against his own puckered nipple and he sighed, letting his forehead come to rest against hers.
Then, his hands were at her waist, fumbling with the drawstring of her pajama pants trying to untie the simple bow as if it were the hardest knot ever. Finally, it unraveled and he pushed the flimsy jersey down over her hips, letting them drop to her ankles in a puddle of blue and white checks.
She was now totally naked and he was way overdressed. Scrambling with his jeans, he managed to wiggle out of them along with his shorts. His cock sprang free, trapped between his belly and hers, hot and heavy with need, leaking expectantly and leaving a sticky trail over both of them.
Not wanting to spend any more time not having sex, he picked her up and stumbled over to the bed with her wrapped around him. Carefully lowering her onto the crumpled sheets, now cold and devoid of his earlier body heat.
Dean was careful how he positioned himself between her thighs. After two days of tense frustration, he intended to make this experience last as long as possible. He could always sleep some other time.
Right now, he had a desperate and dire urge to suck and experience her skin to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. His tongue laved at her nipple as she arched her back, pushing herself into his mouth. And damn if her skin didn't taste like peaches; vanilla and cinnamon. Biting the swollen nipple, he rolled it against his tongue and then blew a stream of cold air across it. His hands moved to encircle her ribcage as she sighed breathlessly.
Tareena let her fingers slide across the muscles that stretched tautly across Dean's back, the smooth skin marred only by the occasional scar. His skin was hot under her hands and got hotter as she meandered down to the dimples just above his butt. She smiled as she swirled fingertips in the small dips, savoring the illicit temptation that was wholly Dean Winchester.
Dean left her breast and kissingly crept down the bed and positioned himself between Tareena's spread thighs, marveling at the naked beauty in front of him. He kissed along the inside of one thigh until he reached the fragrant apex and kissed down the other thigh. His rough hands smoothed up her thighs until they reached her hips, and then sliding under her ass cheeks, he shifted until his hot breath was against her wet centre.
Feeling her tremble against his shoulders, Dean opened her pussy softly with his thumbs. He had to taste her, she smelled so sweet that he could bet the Impala that she tasted just as spicy as she smelled.
Using the flat of his tongue, he licked her from stern to stem. The small pink bud of her clit rapidly responded to both his tongue and his breath. Then he heard her suck in a deep breath and exhale loudly. "You like that, Tareena?"
"Yes… God… oh yes… don't stop…"
He swirled his tongue around the hardening nub, sucking it, nipping at it gently with his teeth. Glancing up quickly, he saw her playing with her own breasts, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Running his tongue back down her slit, he dipped his tongue inside her to really taste her.
Dean traced every inch of her pussy, first with his tongue and then with his fingertips, slipping one inside to explore her hidden depths. He felt her internal muscles clench his finger tightly and he withdrew it, adding another finger to the one slick with her copious juices.
He took his time, thrusting in and out of her slowly, letting the tension and adrenaline of the last couple of days build up inside of her. With his tongue continually flickering over the hard pink nub of her clit and his fingers filling her tight hole, she was soon bringing her hips up to meet his thrusts.
Opening his eyes, Dean saw Tareena had stopped playing with her breasts and was clutching at fistfuls of the bed sheets instead. Her body was glazed with a film of shimmering sweat.
Putting his hand over the soft curve of her belly to stop her thrusting too hard, Dean bought her to the very brink of her orgasm. He wanted her to let go, to submit fully to him.
"It's ok, Tareena, just let go. I'll catch you, I won't let you fall. Just come for me baby… come for me…"
Dean didn't know what it was like to hold back. When fighting, he never held back. Hunting, killing things, it was what he did best, and he put his whole energy into it. And in bed, too, that was the one place where you could totally let go, where you can scream and shout, where you can display every ounce of passion. That's what he lived by…
"Come on Rina… trust me… come for me… baby…" Dean increased the speed of his thrusting fingers, grazing her g-spot and completely sending her over the edge.
Tareena came so hard she swore she saw stars; her juices flowed out of her and over Dean's hand. She was panting so hard, she couldn't get her breath back. It had been forever since she'd been comfortable enough to lower her guard down and really let herself feel.
Dean gave her clit one last lick of his tongue before he crawled back up her body to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth and sharing the last little taste of herself with her. His body melted into hers, hips aligned, hearts pounding, breath shared.
Her hands buried in his short, spiky hair holding him to her, kissing him back, tongue darting into his mouth and tasting him. Male. So male it makes her heart pound faster, makes her head spin in a truly delicious way.
Then she's gasping, mewling as Dean slides thickly inside her, stretching her and filling her. God, yes, filling her, filling her in a way she's never felt before. She can hear her own little sighs and moans mingling with his has he forced himself to steady inside her.
Wrapping her thighs around his hips, she dug her nails into his back, a silent urging for him to fuck her. He must have got it because gone are the soft small strokes of his cock inside her. Long, almost exiting strokes and then slamming back into her with all his force, moving her, sliding her across the bed.
"Nungh meheam," Dean mumbled, feeling the hot, sweet heat of her surrounding him, he knew he was speaking but he had no idea what the words were any longer. His brain told him 'godthatfeelssodamnedgood' but his ears heard something that sounded more like a cat being strangled.
With her legs wrapped tightly around him, he was having trouble not coming right there and then. He would never admit to anyone that it had been some time since he'd actually gotten laid, and right now, the stars he could see were real – and that was just from taking his time. He vaguely wondered if he'd pass out when he eventually did come.
When she dug her nails into his back, he realized he was going to slow for her. Spreading his knees wider, he bucked his hips into hers, pushing himself deeper, harder inside her until he couldn't push anymore. His balls slapping dully against her ass. When he pulled back, he almost came right out of her before slamming in… over and over… in and out of her tight, silky heat…
Tareena's body was moving of its own accord, bucking up to meet his hard, unerring thrusts. Every whisper she's ever heard about Dean Winchester was apparently true. The guy knew how to fuck. The slow burning grind she felt in her belly was threatening to spill out and set the rest of her body on fire.
The first shudders of her orgasm made her feel like a hundred butterflies had just landed on her… by the time she got the full strength of her climax, she was shuddering against his hot, sweat-slicked skin and clinging to him as if she'd fall. Her toes curled from the force, her nails bit deeper into his skin until she was sure she would cut through it. But by God, she didn't want him to stop. Not now, not ever.
Dean bit back a yelp as her nails bit into his back, drawing blood he was sure. Her body spasmed around his cock, not once, not twice… just over and over… gripping… holding… milking…
With a grunt, he slammed firmly, buried himself deep inside her and let himself go. Coming hard, coming fast, coming non-stop until his body felt like it was boneless. His cock still pumping thick streams of sticky white semen as he collapsed on top of her. His arms the only thing keeping him from crushing her completely.
With a groan, Dean pulled himself away from her so he could roll to her side and straight away regretted it. He hadn't realized just how much he enjoyed the warmth of her body surrounding him. At least he could rectify that, and he pulled her boneless body tight against his and wrapped himself around her.
He'd deny it later, but right now a cuddle was just what he needed.
