Chapter II
With that simple statement, the weight crashed down on my and my knees buckled. Thank God for Sam's lightening fast reflexes. His steel arms closed around me, pulling my into his chest. My heart raced and I couldn't breathe right. The demon was daring me to come out and play. Taunting me. I wouldn't have a choice. Everyone in my old life was now in danger. And the worst part was they didn't even know it. This was my worst fear becoming flesh and blood.
"That's it." Sam said, still holding me up.
"We're going home." That statement snapped me out of my daze.
"WHAT?!" Dean and I shouted at the same time.
"You heard me." Sam was frightened, I could feel it in his grip, hear it in his voice.
"To hell with that!" Dean flinched as the word hell passed his lips.
"Dean, the damn thing is after Jay!!" Sam shouted back at Dean and the glaring contest began. Of course I wondered why we were referring to me in third person, as if I weren't right there.
"I heard her." Dean spat through clenched teeth. I started to struggle then; Sam's grip around me had grown steadily tighter with each word that had been exchanged between him and his brother. Somehow I was able to turn and face Sam.
"Sam," He ignored me and continued the heated glaring contest with Dean. I moved my hands to his face, gently taken it in my hands.
"Sammy," I whispered. His eyes softened and shifted to me. When our eyes meet it took Sam a brief second to see everything, then raw emotions burst through them. Anger, regret, fear, love.
"Jay, no." His voice barely audible, even in the dead silent room. Dean's hard glare softened as he slowly took in the scene before him. Understanding washed through him. Dean slowly and quietly slipped out of the room, recognizing that this was going to be an argument between Sam and me. Then it would be our night to say good-bye, in our way.
"I have too." I said, brushing my lips against his ear. He inhaled sharply, skimming his nose from my jaw to my shoulder. He lifted me with ease, heading for a bed. He laid me down and draped himself over me. With his hands free, they wandered under my shirt and explored my skin. His callused hands caused goose bumps to rise on my flesh. His lips found mine and that was the end of the argument. Sam knew I had to do this, for the sake of the people who were now in danger without even knowing it. Before I knew it, our clothes were off and our flesh was touching, sending electric currents through my system, coming to rest between my legs. Sam always did this to me, sending my body to the height of what it could feel simply by lying on top of me. With one hand around my waist, hand resting between my shoulder blades. He teased the sensitive flesh of my sex. I moaned against his lips and arched my back. He pulled us closer together, teasing me more, causing wetness. Slowly and tortuously he pushed a finger into me, I let out a strangled groan arching more. Sam's hand traveled up my back, entangled in my hair, getting a small yank. With my neck exposed to him, he attacked it with fury. Nipping and biting as he prepared me for his entrance. I was so close to coming that I couldn't breathe.
"Sam ……" I barely got his name out before the orgasm seized me, my muscles clenching at him. He moaned against my neck. When he didn't stop his movements and suddenly it dawned on me. I was in for hours of this. In a pathetic attempt to even the odds, my hand shot out for his erection. He froze briefly as I touched him. Then slowly continued stroking my spot, beginning to reach the edge again. I tried to struggle, to remove his fingers from me, to no good. Sam freed his hand from my hair and some how pinned my arms above my head. My body tensed again, I arched my back barely biting back a cry, I released again. I was in trouble.
I recognized this mood of Sam's. He had been like this one other time and Dean had interrupted us. Now Dean was God knows where and he was not coming back until after dawn. Distracted by my wandering mind, I failed to notice Sam repositioning himself to kiss my extremely sensitive skin. I was brought back to the present as his tongue flicked across my throbbing clit. I arched against him and soon found my hips pinned to the bed by his free arm. Somehow he was still pinning my hands to the mattress. FUCK! His tongue delved into me, tasting the two orgasms he had already given me. He licked me into oblivion for the third time and showed no signs of giving up.
"Sam ….. For God sake ….." I strangled out. Sam kissed up my thighs, stomach to my nipples, where he attached. Sucking as hard as he could, causing a minuet amount of pain, which paled in comparison to the pleasure coursing through me at the moment. I felt the head of Sam's cock pushing at my already swollen entrance. I pushed down to the best of my abilities, forcing his head past me entrance. Sam paused, looking up at me.
"Now, now love. Not before I am ready." The look in his eyes nearly pushed me over the edge again. His pupils were large, dilated with lust and flashing with determination. Before I could register another thought he shoved into me with one quick thrust. Again I felt slight pain and actually cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sam slowly moved his hips in a circle, like stirring a pot. And OH GOD, did it feel wondrous. I lost my breath and forgot to inhale again. Sam began working in and out of me with torturously slow movement. He reached down between us with his free hand, since my arms were still trapped by his massive hand, and pinched my clit. I screamed out as another orgasm rocked my body. Sam hissed out as my muscles clenched around his erection, which I could feel pulsing inside of me. I was dazed with pleasure and lust that I lost track of how many times he did that to me, with the occasional rest for him.
"Sam…." I gasped out finally during one of his rests. "I ….need…..to…..rest……" He was so filled with determination to impress upon me the necessity for me to return to him safely. He laid there, roughly thrusting into me, making my gasp each time.
"Just once more." He begged, biting roughly into the place where shoulder and neck meet. I cried out, voice horse from all the screaming I had already done. I arched against him, fighting against the orgasm I felt coming on. Just once more out of the countless times that night. He explored me, seeing what strangled sounds I could make in my lusty haze. It was shortly after 0300 hrs, mind we had started shortly after dusk, when Sam cried out with me in our final orgasm. I could feel every hot ounce of his semen spurting inside of me. He rolled us to the side and pulled me to his chest.
"I want to sleep like this." I knew he was referring to the fact that he was still inside me. All I could do was nodded dumbly against his chest. A cool breeze swept across us from the open window. I took a deep breath, finding the ideal spot to listen to his heart.
"I don't want to see you here when I wake up." I whispered against his lips. He swallowed, knowing that I wasn't trying to be cold. I was preparing for a long period of hunting and quite possibly a dark place. It was not something I wanted him to see something he didn't want to see. He kissed me with all the passion he could muster and I matched him. I rolled us over again so that I was draped across his chest, finding his heart beat. It was not long before we were both unconscious.
