A Longer Ride

Please enjoy this sequel to A Long Ride. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as you enjoyed my first story! Possible one-shot, but I'm not sure yet. Keep up the reviews I might just continue writing!

"It took you long enough to say it!" They were both still dirty from the ride and she was still standing there in her underwear, unbelievably self-conscious. Dean was, of course, shirtless. His body was beautiful, toned with muscle and his chest was so perfectly sculpted that she just wanted to lay her hands all over him.

"You didn't say it either, so I wouldn't be talking." He told her. She smiled, and was about to say something when his mouth found hers again.

His lips were gently at first. Somehow she had found herself moaning with pleasure as he sucked on her bottom lip. She was having a hard time breathing because of the intensity of the kiss. He moved his mouth and separated her lips, slowly pressing his tongue through them. She moaned again when she felt his tongue glide over hers. They danced for a few minutes, coming up for air for only a second before diving right back in. His hands had found her hips and stayed there throughout the kiss and he had backed her up to the counter on the side of the trailer. Suddenly he pulled away.

"I like the get up you've got there," he said, taking his index finger and trailing it down her sternum, over the middle of her bra, down her stomach, and ending at the tops of her panties. She shivered as his finger trailed back up the same route. "You like that?"

"Probably about as much as you do." She barely managed to say.

He leaned close, and whispered in her ear, "Oh I seriously doubt that."

Andy smiled when he picked her up and sat her down on top of the counter like she was nothing. He totally acted like she was the lightest thing in the world. His lips met hers in yet another passionate kiss, their tongues once again dancing. He pulled her close so that as much of her body was touching as possible.

"You know-," She said when they got a breath but was cut off once again by his magnificent kissing skills.

"Hmm?" He asked as he pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck. Somewhere in the time of them making out his hands had slid up her body and cupped her breasts.

"We should really…," she was having a hard time speaking as his thumb traced her nipple through her bra. "think about…" his mouth hit a spot on her neck that she didn't even know existed. Her back straightened and she moaned. He chuckled. "changing those headers when we get back."

"Andy?" He said, pulling back and looking her in the eye.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever done this before?"

"That obvious?"

"You have no idea…" he said. He kissed her lips gently, just a peck before pulling back and looking into her eyes again. She felt everything at that moment. When his eyes met hers she was aware of her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her sides, no longer on her breasts, and she even felt his erection pressed against her panties. She flushed deep red and he chuckled. "Do you wanna stop?" He asked, moving his hands away from her sides, but before he could she had pressed herself closer, moved his hands back where they were and kissed him again.

"Do you wanna stop?" She countered. He looked at her.

"It doesn't matter if I want to or not. It's up to you."

"Does that mean yes?"

"No."

"So you don't wanna stop?"

"Yes… no. Wait. You're confusing me." She chuckled.

"Just tell me if you wanna stop or not."

"I don't wanna stop, but if you do then we will."

"Then let's not stop."

"Are you sure? We are going kinda fast…"

"Yeah, I know we are. Let's just take it… slow. Whatever happens happens right?"

He answered her with a kiss and she kissed back hungrily. His hands found her breasts once again and gently touched them. His tongue explored every crevice in her mouth and her hands, without her knowing, traveled down his chest. She felt every one of his chest muscles; she felt his nipples and then his abs. Her hands traveled back up and slid around his neck once again. She slid her fingers through his hair.

She was aware of his hands going farther south, touching her stomach and then the tip of her panties. She reached down and away from his hair and grabbed his hands. He pulled back from the kiss and looked in her eyes

"You're not ready for this, Andy." He whispered. He didn't have to ask. He knew.

"I wanna be ready." She whispered. "See."

She took one of his hands and guided down to her panties. She pressed his hand against the smooth fabric. He moaned as he felt the wetness of his the fabric, he couldn't imagine what her actual pussy felt like at that moment.

"Andy, you're making this so hard…." He said. She moved her own hand away and pressed herself closer to his. It felt so good to be touched like that. Especially by Dean.

"Making what so hard?" She asked him, deeply curious.

"Saying no. Not throwing you on the floor right now and having mind-blowing sex with you right now." She smiled at the thought of it. He slid one of his fingers inside of the fabric and absently ran his finger up and down the opening of her vagina. He paused to circle her clit and she moaned, pushing her hips up to press his finger even harder against it. "You're so wet… so ready…." He gasped and pulled his hand back. He backed away and picked up her clothes, handing them to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked him. "Don't you want me?"

"Yes! I want you more than you know!" He practically yelled.

"Then why-," she was cut off by him before he continued.

"Because I'm not gonna be able to stop. You're not ready, and this isn't the place to lose your virginity. And GOD you're fifteen! What the hell was I thinking?"

"Dean! You're only seventeen, not that big of a difference! Geez! If you didn't want to have anything to do with me then you shouldn't have started this in the first place. She jumped off the counter, turned around and put on her pants. She buckled them and then she was turned around.

"I want you this much!" He said, taking her hand and making her feel the hardness of his dick. He moaned at her touch and she sighed, leaning her head against his chest. She didn't even realize she was moving her hand, rubbing him, until he moaned and grabbed her hand to make her stop giving him this much pleasure. "We need to stop."

"I know we do, but I don't want this to be it…"

"It's not it, Andy." He told her. He kissed her once more and then pulled back. "You're mine now."

He left the trailer and put on his shirt, leaving Andy to put on her own shirt in privacy. She bit her lip and smiled. She was his… they were boyfriend and girlfriend.