On their way to breakfast they got stuck in traffic, probably from the accident wreckage getting cleaned up.
"Sam, can I talk to you about something?" Dean asked tentatively.
His tone had Sam worried, but he responded as calmly as he could, "Yeah, sure."
"Yesterday afternoon. I… I don't remember it much."
Sam chewed on his bottom lip and turned to look at his brother, who was now suddenly very focused on the road even though they were hardly moving.
"What do you remember?"
"I remember lunch, and then going to the crime scene, even thinking the house was pretty nice. I remember getting a call from you, and finding the sulfur, but then, that's it. Everything else is… just a haze. But…" He sighed, and shook his head. "I feel… weird."
"Weird?"
Dean swallowed roughly and then turned his head away.
"I don't know. Something happened, and… and I don't know what. And I think it was good. I remember feeling pretty good, but now…" He shrugged. "I just feel gross."
Sam took in a deep breath, starting to try and put things together, but before he could jump to any conclusions he had to first figure out what else Dean knew.
"When we were on the phone," he began, "you dropped it, and I think there was someone else with you. I heard a voice."
Sam saw a shudder go through Dean, but neither of them drew attention to it.
"Do you remember that? Remember being with someone?"
"I don't know." There was a pause, and then Dean went on, tension filling the car and squeezing Sam's heart with his next words, "I think… I think maybe someone touched me."
Oh god, someone had touched his brother, and now… Now what? It had come out of the blue, had been totally random. Had Dean wanted it? Had he even been in the right state of mind to properly consent? What had gotten to him? Sam didn't want to jump to conclusions, but it seemed like it was what they were dealing with. Nothing else made sense. He knew Dean was one for one night stands and sometimes making out with random strangers, but while right in the middle of a case? It wasn't like him, and neither was his behavior from yesterday afternoon, and based on what he was telling him…
"Dean, what if you were attacked?"
He started immediately shaking his head, a nervous laugh leaving him. "No. No, that's not what happened."
"What we're dealing with-"
He whirled on Sam as he cut him off, his voice raised, "Look, we don't know what we're dealing with, okay? So don't go making assumptions about what the hell happened to me. You weren't there, you didn't experience it, so you don't know."
"All I'm saying is-"
"Yeah, I know what you're saying, and you know what? I don't want to hear it. I wasn't attacked. Whatever happened, I must've… I must've consented to it, okay? I must've. I had to have. That's what happened. Someone showed up at the crime scene, things got a little weird, and that's it."
He tried to look his brother in the eye, but he was avoiding his gaze, and traffic had started moving again, so now Dean had the road to look to as an excuse.
"You know that's not true," he murmured, tears in his eyes as he said it, as the truth started to fully hit him, or what must've been the truth. Whatever they were after had attacked Dean. It had to have. That's the only thing he could think of.
And this wasn't a normal attack, not one that seemed like it could be fought off. It was one that was enjoyed, and afterwards it left a feeling of disgust.
So maybe Sam hadn't been touched by it, or Audrey, or whatever this thing was. He didn't feel bad about the night before. Just confused. Truthfully, he wanted more.
Or maybe it was attacking each of them differently, using different psychic tactics to get to them.
No, that was ridiculous. Way too far-fetched, even for the kind of life they led.
"Let's just drop it," Dean told him, his tone dark.
Sam nodded once, not sure he wanted to continue either. Dean seemed to know the truth, just wanted to pretend otherwise.
After taking a right and going a little ways down the right they drew close to what looked like a shop, and there were a bunch of police cars outside. The scene drew his attention and Sam's gut told him it was important.
He whacked Dean in the arm, pointing as he said, "Dude, dude, pull over."
It didn't take long for Dean to pick up on what had caught his eye and they parked nearby. They weren't in any disguises, but they figured their FBI badges they'd used the day before would have to do.
They got out of the car, the doors creaking as they closed them, and walked up to the store, which was already being marked off with yellow tape. A policewoman with graying hair and lined blue eyes spotted them first, and went over to meet them.
"Gentlemen, this is a crime scene," she said, her voice stern. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."
"We're FBI agents," Dean explained, taking out his badge, and Sam did the same.
She peered at them.
"Agents Tyler and Perry, what brings you here?"
"We're investigating the deaths of Amy and David King," Sam answered. "We were just driving by, saw something was going on, and were thinking we could help."
She crossed her arms and looked back at the other officers who were working.
"Well, there's not much to be done now," she told them. "We got a call earlier this morning from the store owner as he was opening up. He found one of the clerks, Jessica Bowers, dead."
"Any idea as to what caused it?"
She shrugged. "Can't find any sign of a fight, some marks on the body, but nothing violent."
Dean frowned at that.
"What do you mean?"
"Between the three of us," she started, leaning closer, "that dead girl sure has a lot of hickeys on her neck. But those could be old, who knows? She was found naked, just like the Kings, so that's weird. But my guess is a heart attack."
"How old was she?" Sam questioned.
"Eighteen."
Sam turned to Dean with a look of disbelief etched on his face, and his brother had a similar expression.
"Eighteen year olds don't just die of heart attacks," Dean reasoned.
The police officer shrugged.
"Do you think there's a connection to the Kings' deaths?" Sam asked.
"Look, I told you all I know. If you want I can give you more information once forensics runs their tests."
"You have a pen?" Sam asked her. "I can give you my number."
She took a pen out of her pocket, and also a tiny notepad, flipped to an empty page, and passed both to Sam.
He gave her the number to his cellphone that he used to deal with all the calls he received as an FBI agent, and then handed it back to her with a quick smile.
"So now what?" Dean asked as they walked back to the Impala. "That's another body. If people keep dropping this is just gonna get worse."
"I could talk to Audrey again," Sam suggested.
Dean glowered at him over the top of the Impala, and then got in, a grunt leaving him as he sat down.
"Why her?"
"I feel like there's more she knows and just isn't telling us."
"Or you're trying to get to her before I can."
Sam huffed out a disbelieving laugh. "That's not what this is about. I'm trying to focus on the case."
He really was trying to focus on the case, and maybe talking to Audrey would bring something up. But Dean had a point. He did just want to spend time with her again, and in an unprofessional setting.
But surely thinking about Audrey was better than thinking about the hands he'd felt on him and the agonies he'd experienced. It had to be. Besides, getting closer to her could lead him to finding something out. He was sure Dean had used that tactic before. Why shouldn't he?
"You sure that's all this is about? I know I was going on and on about her, but the way you were looking at her…"
"What?"
"You want to get laid."
"So what if I do?"
"Dude, you got some… well, uh, attention the other night. Don't you think you're all set for now?"
"Audrey's hot," he reasoned, surprised the words were leaving his mouth. He almost never talked about women with Dean.
"Fine, you know what? After breakfast, you can go see her. I'll even be nice and let you take the Impala."
"Wait, really?"
"Yes, really, now shut up before I change my mind. I can't believe I'm saying this, but while you're gone I'll just do research or something. I'm kinda burned out from… well, from yesterday."
Sam went back to the hospital to ask about Audrey, not really sure how else he could find her. Luckily, the receptionist at the front desk recognized him from the day before, and once he said it was about the case, he was allowed to wait for her.
The hospital wasn't as busy today, so it was easier to relax as he waited, but his heart was racing in anticipation.
She was in blue scrubs when she came by, but she had her purse over her shoulder, and her coat over her arm, looking like she was about to leave.
"Agent Tyler, what are you doing here?" she asked, standing closer to him than was warranted.
"Thought I'd talk to you again," he responded with a smile.
"Well, lucky for you I just finished my shift."
"Great," Sam responded excitedly as he stood, probably doing so much too quickly.
Audrey seemed amused by it, and then suggested, "We could get some coffee. There's this little café I know of."
"Want to ride with me?"
She patted his chest and said, "You, sir, are lucky I walked here. So yes, I'd love to."
Sam wasn't too sure how he should act as he walked her out because as far as the receptionist knew he was there for the case and yesterday Audrey had acted like she'd never seen him before, but now she was being friendly with him again. He just settled for gently placing a hand against her back as they walked out, and he led her to where he parked.
"Ooh, nice car," she commented when she saw the Impala, truly seeming impressed.
"You like cars?" Sam asked as he unlocked the doors and then went around to help her in.
"Only ones owned by tall men," she responded, giving him a once over that nearly had him choke on air.
Sam wasn't sure how to respond to that comment, hated that he was getting tongue-tied around her again, and then went to his side and got in.
She gave him directions to the cafê and it was a quick drive. It wasn't too busy inside since the breakfast rush had ended, but there were still a few stragglers.
After getting their drinks he chose a table near the corner of the room, one where he could watch all the entrances and exits and wouldn't be easily seen from the window. He figured he was safe right now, but it was just a habit of his.
Or maybe he wasn't so safe. Something seemed off about Audrey, but that just drew him in instead of pushed him away.
"So," he began after a sip, "about the other night."
She raised her eyebrows, and rested her arms on the table, and all he wanted to do was just reach out and run his hands over them, feel her bare skin. "What about the other night?"
He felt heat rise to his cheeks and looked down. "Do you usually give blowjobs to strangers?"
"Hell no," she responded. "God, I'm surprised I even did that. So unlike me."
"You sure?" he questioned. "You were pretty good at it, and I saw you with that other guy."
"Oh, he was no one," she responded as she ran her fingers over the back of his hand, the sensation making him inhale sharply. The rest of the café seemed to dim, almost blurring, like none of it mattered. There was just her and her beautiful brown eyes, and skin he wanted to taste. "I like you, Sam. I really do. And yeah, since I don't really know you, most of it is because of your looks, but could you blame me?" He swallowed roughly and opened his mouth to say something, anything! No words came out, and his lips suddenly felt very dry. Thankfully, she asked him something, "Now what about you? Do you usually do things like that?"
He shook his head, and then took her hand in his - the circles she had started to rub on his skin had gotten rather distracting. "No. No, that's uh, that's more my brother's thing."
"Your brother, the other agent who spoke to me?"
"Yeah," Sam answered, not realizing at the moment that he should've lied. They'd given her different last names, were posing as partners, and now she knew it was all a lie. But none of that came to mind.
"He's handsome, too." Sam just about growled at that, but she calmed him by continuing on, "But I'm not attracted to him. Believe me, you're more my type. I'd be more than willing to do anything with you." The last words she'd said quietly, and Sam found himself having to lean in to properly hear her.
Then she pulled her hand from his and sipped her coffee, but he'd forgotten all about his drink, just found himself watching her. Her hair was still in a ponytail, and he wanted to take it down, wanted it to fan out on the pillow when he took her, wanted to run his hands through it. Surely her wavy locks would be just as soft as they had been the other night.
They continued talking, and if asked about it later he wouldn't even really be able to tell what they'd been talking about. And Sam had meant to ask if she did know anything more about Amy and David King, but she was just so distracting.
He couldn't even really remember how, but they ended up back at her place, and he was too busy making out with her to see if her house was nice. He didn't take much of it in really, just let her take him to the bedroom, dragging him along with her hand on his belt.
Sam picked up Audrey, and her legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He moaned at the feeling of her pressed against him. He kicked the door closed and then carried her over to the bed, lying her down on it. Her lips were on his again, sending pleasure flaring throughout his body. Just the mere touch of her was enough to drive him wild.
She ran her hands up his arms and then began tugging his shirt off. Sam held his arms back to let her do so, and then he pulled back, taking off the white t-shirt he'd been wearing underneath the plaid. Audrey smiled at him, her pupils already dilated from lust. Unlike the other night she seemed tentative to touch him now as she reached up to slowly run her hands over his torso. A silver arc of pleasure ran from where her hands were on his chest down into his cock, and he felt himself thickening with desire.
"You look more amazing than I thought you would," she told him.
"I can't wait to see how you look," Sam told her, surprised that he wasn't at a loss for words like he'd been behind the bar. Now he seemed to know exactly what he wanted, and instead of wanting to let Audrey use him, he was going to use her, was going to fulfill himself with her body, and she seemed more than willing to let him.
He leaned down and nearly brought his lips to hers, teasing her with the closeness, and he enjoyed feeling her quickened breaths on him. It sent delicious little tingles rushing over his skin, and heat flushed through him, nearly making it harder to breathe.
God, he just needed her.
Sam cradled her head in his hands, and licked her lips, which were parted slightly. Even just that little taste of her was nearly enough to have his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He wanted to consume her, and he wanted to fill her, and show her all he could do.
He lifted her up, and then he set himself to taking her scrubs off. Before he could get to her bra, she'd already taken it off herself, and now she was only in her underwear since they'd both taken their socks and shoes off at the door.
"Take your hair down," Sam ordered, desiring to run his hands through it.
She did as he said, and he watched her intently as she did so, licking his bottom lip. It was so hard to keep himself off of her. Her breasts were gorgeous; perfectly round, and her nipples were in hardened peaks. Once Audrey took the hair elastic out, she shook her hair out, and Sam growled at the wonderful sight before him. He leaned over, running a hand through her hair, and then he grabbed and pulled so that her head was tilted back, exposing the smooth skin of her neck. He brought his mouth to her throat, and she let out a sigh. Sam didn't start gentle, wasn't sure he knew how to be gentle in this moment. He just wanted more. So much more. He sucked marks into her neck, and then started biting, which made her cry out, but instead of arching away like some women might from the unexpected flare of pain, she arched into him, her hands grabbing at his shoulders. And it was like she was trying to lift herself to him, wanting their bodies to be closer.
Sam pressed her back down to the bed again, and he kissed her down in between her breasts. For a few seconds he struggled with deciding whether he should hold both her wrists down, or if he should just feel all over her breasts.
He figured, why not both, and told her, "Hands above your head, wrists together."
Despite her dominance when they'd been together before, Audrey was quick to comply, and told him, "I'm enjoying you like this."
Sam easily grabbed hold of her wrists in one hand. It wasn't difficult, really; she was so much smaller than he was. He lost himself in her, felt her over, sucked on her breasts till her nipples were an angry shade of red, and then he'd finally gotten her naked. She was already wet in between her legs, but from previous sexual experiences, he knew she'd have to be wetter. Hell, it would probably just be smart to get her to orgasm at least once before he tried entering her.
Audrey tasted amazing in between her legs. Sam knew not all men enjoyed the way women tasted, but he always loved it, mostly because it was incredibly sexy to know that he'd gotten a woman turned on in the first place. He held her legs open as he did this, and she was moaning, running her hands through his hair, setting the nerves in his scalp alight.
"Oh god, Sam!"
He could feel her legs trembling, trying to wrap around his head as he sucked on her clitoris, and then he was licking over it in circles, over and over again, making her shudder. She was so warm in between her legs, and Sam's full cock twitched just from the thought of being buried in all that warmth.
He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe, and he was hardly coming up for air as it was, was too busy inhaling her heady scent. Sam wanted more of her, needed more of her, felt so hot and was beginning to ache just from being with her. He lowered his mouth to her opening and began licking, doing so till he felt her throb, and all the while he was brushing his nose against her clitoris. Sam had little care that he was getting her juices all over his face. In fact, he reveled in it.
Now instead of running her hands through his hair she was tugging, tugging till it hurt, and he loved it. It made him moan into her, and that seemed to help her along. He could feel her muscles tensing now, could see it when he looked up at her, her chest heaving, and then he dragged his tongue up through her folds to her clitoris and began flicking it wildly. That set her crying out, and then her back was arching at a near-impossible angle, her breath not coming to her, and still Sam continued to taste her, even brought his mouth lower to taste her juices.
Then, he did pull away, and just ran his hands up and down her thighs, allowing her to catch her breath.
"Fuck," she exclaimed.
"That's it?" he asked. "Nothing else to say?"
"That's it?" she shot back breathlessly. "Nothing else to do to me?"
Sam chuckled and then let go of her so he could take his pants and his boxers off.
Audrey lifted herself up a bit, resting her weight on her hands, watching him as he did so. Sam loved having her eyes on him. It made his thoughts all hazy with blissful need.
Then, without saying anything, he kissed her and then grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach. Audrey got the idea and got on her hands and knees. Sam leaned over, wrapped an arm around her shoulders to hold her to him, and kissed her cheek. He didn't understand it, but even just that one simple kiss had him nearly shuddering with want.
He grabbed himself, exhaled deeply from his own touch, and then positioned himself at her entrance. Sometimes Sam liked to tease his partner and run the head of his cock over their sex before entering them, but he just didn't have the self control to do that with Audrey. He just started pushing in, and she gasped.
Fuck, she felt amazing.
But he went slowly, knowing he was too big to try and enter his partners quickly. He'd gotten complaints about that the times he'd done so without thinking. Sam would feel bad afterwards, but he was always assured that it was fine. Still, he wanted to be careful.
Audrey took in a shaky breath, and then let it out through her mouth, as if she was doing her best to stay relaxed. Though Sam had only gotten the head in her, he found it in himself to stop.
"You good?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"Just give me a second. Wow."
"Sorry."
Audrey giggled at that, and Sam thought it was one of the best sounds in the world.
A few seconds passed, and then she gave him the okay to continue entering her. To try and get her to relax even more, Sam put one leg up on the bed to balance better, and then moved his free hand down to brush his fingers over her clitoris. Her body opened up for him more readily at that, yet he still took it slow.
Audrey asked him to stop again, and he instantly did. Even if he hadn't wanted to, her voice felt commanding. If she wanted to, she could easily turn the situation around on him, have him be the one on the bottom, but it seemed like she wanted to give in this time. Sam could practically feel it from her, could feel how needy she was, how she hungered to be dominated. It just about drove him insane.
Her hips arched into him, seemingly of their own accord as he fingered her clit, and Sam took that as an okay to continue entering her, and she didn't stop him. After agonizingly long seconds filled with heat that danced through his body, Sam was fully in her. He pressed his forehead against her back, moaning loudly from how truly perfect she felt. He twitched within her, and a jolt ran up from his toes, his heavy cock spitting precum. He just wanted to stay in her forever. Her touch sent pleasure through him that was so intense it was difficult to not just fall down and let that pleasure take him and consume him. He wanted to become that pleasure. Wanted it to be all there was.
He nearly did fall because Audrey tightened her walls around him, and he had to grasp her hip to ground himself, to try and keep it together.
But he couldn't keep it together. He started going at her and then he couldn't stop. The pleasure was blinding, and she was moaning each time he buried himself to the hilt in her slick heat. Sam was sure he'd never felt anything this good. Each time he thrusted into her he nearly started screaming. The pleasure was so acute, so exquisite, that it hurt. It seared him, ate through his nerves, and took him over. His cock was alight with it and it traveled up to his stomach, making him feel light-headed. Sweat was coating both of them by now, especially Sam.
He just had to keep thrusting into her, again and again and again. The friction, the pressure, the heat, the softness of her - it was all so intense he was losing touch with any part of his body that wasn't touching her, and whenever he wasn't buried deep in her, he missed her greatly, his heart nearly aching. So he had to thrust in quickly, but even staying still for a second was torture, so he had to pull out quickly as well. And he just had to be rough. There was no way around it. She was beautiful, and he had to show her just how she made him feel, and it made him feel all the better for it. Sam had to pound into her till she was swollen and wet beyond belief, till she was screaming. And she did start screaming, the sound seeming to vibrate though Sam's skull till he was seeing bright flashes of color. As her voice continued to leave her it felt like his head was buzzing and his eardrums were being pierced with a pure note of pleasure, a sensation that not even the best music could grant him. His very body was tingling from it, his muscles quivering, as if he was growing attuned to her.
It made him work even harder, the arm around her shoulders tensing to keep himself from accidently crushing her against him. And then the hand that had been at her hip he moved along her torso, his hand shaking with how difficult it was to be gentle. He gave up on that within a matter of seconds and raked his nails over her abdomen as if he was trying to rip her apart, and with the way his hips were still moving, maybe he was. Sam wanted her stretched open because of him, wanted her to remember him for days. He grasped at her breasts, trying to give them each equal attention as he squeezed and kneaded and pinched at her nipples.
Eventually, he grew tired of this position, and reluctantly pulled out of Audrey. She was panting and laid herself down on the bed.
"Oh my god, you're good at this," she exclaimed.
Now he was resting over her, holding himself up with his elbows on either side of her head. She touched his face, making Sam close his eyes and lean into it as a shudder ran down his spine.
"I want you to cum in me," she murmured.
"But…" Sam began panting out.
Audrey put a finger to his lips, and he hissed in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter. His lips tingled from her touch, and he needed more.
"It's okay. I'm on the pill."
Sam decided it was so much easier to believe her in that moment because he yearned to finish in her. He needed it, needed to empty himself inside her tight walls, fill her up with all that he could give her.
She pulled her finger away, and then Sam was kissing her, his mouth open, and he breathed in her warm scent, which seemed to be all around him now. Audrey started kicking herself back, their lips still connected, and Sam climbed onto the bed, settling in between her legs.
It was easier to enter her this time, seeing as her body was more used to his now. It felt good knowing that it was so ready to accept him again, that she was so ready to accept him again. It felt right, like all this was meant to be, like she was meant to be fucked like this, and with Sam being the one to do it. Audrey wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, making his skin burn, and then he went at her again, his thrusts hard and fast. He did his best to keep their lips together, though it was difficult with their height difference. Still, he managed.
At one point Audrey just leaned her head back and started crying out into the air, her sweat-slicked hair fanning around around her head beautifully. Sam hungrily licked his tongue into her open mouth, trying to devour those sounds, wanting them to be part of him.
Then her walls started tightening and tightening and he was crying out now, too, her body squeezing his cock till he started to ache from the sheer amount of pleasure and need coursing through his blood, and he thought he might've hardened even more. He had thought that he would need to really focus on Audrey's clitoris again to get her to climax, but that didn't seem to be the case, because now he was kissing her fiercely as she was lost in the throes of pleasure, her walls rhythmically contracting around him. He remained buried in her, and she scraped her nails along his back, the pain making him want even more. He'd let her hurt him. In that moment he wanted it, just as badly as he wanted to make her sore. And she most likely already was sore.
Then Sam's orgasm snuck up on him, her own climax being too much for him to bear, and pleasure was bursting and jolting through him, his cock throbbing as he came deep in her. He wasn't kissing her anymore, didn't remember how to. Just felt her against him, around him, and he was blinded by it, white light bursting behind his eyes, and he couldn't breathe, couldn't move save for trembling fiercely and pressing his hips against her as much as possible, needing to be in her as much as he could be. There was no riding this pleasure out. It simply dug deep into him, and it was like it was eating him alive in silvery bursts of brilliance.
Thoughts of burning sexual need and desire and pleasure ran through his mind in such a beautiful montage that was so haphazardly sewn together with delicious, heady bliss that he couldn't even make sense of them. He was drowning in them, drowning in the sensations seemingly stealing the life from his body, drowning in Audrey.
Then it was over, and he felt like he could finally let go of her.
Sam pulled out of her and lay down on his back beside her, trying to catch his breath.
He was still too amazed to speak though, just continued to stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he'd been so lucky as to experience that.
He wanted to feel like that all the time, and now he couldn't stop smiling.
Audrey curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest, and even that touch caressed him with sensual energy.
He figured it probably wouldn't be long before he was hard again.
"You think you can keep going?" he asked Audrey.
She lifted herself up, arching an eyebrow at him, and god, she looked amazing with her cheeks all red, her hair slick with sweat.
"But you just-"
Sam's smile widened into a grin that he just couldn't keep off his face. "Short refractory period," he explained.
"My god, how are you this…" She trailed off, seemingly unable to find the right word.
"Sexy?" Sam supplied.
She gave an awed laugh, and then curled up with him again, bringing her leg way up to rest over his abdomen. Seeing she was that flexible while feeling her heated skin flush against his was definitely turning him on again, making his blood fill and sing with desire.
Sam began kissing her and then pulled her on top of him.
She grabbed hold of him and began pumping him. It hurt for a few seconds, but a wonderful hurt that Sam wanted to last a million years, and then he was thickening, his body ready for more.
He'd taken Audrey, and now he felt the need to have Audrey take him. He wanted to give himself to her, wanted her to own him, to ride him till he couldn't stand it anymore. He needed her to use his body to her heart's content, needed it more than he'd needed anything, maybe even more than he'd had to take her before. Or, that could be his arousal talking. Either way, a drop dead gorgeous woman, the sexiest woman he'd ever seen in his entire life, was now lifting herself up and then sheathing him in her like he was all hers.
Sam arched his hips up into her, letting out a whine. And then she was riding him at a pace that was nearly as unforgiving as the one he'd ridden her at earlier. Sam usually wasn't very loud, but he was screaming from this, from her hands that ran over his body, as if each touch marked him, made him more hers. And she rode him with confidence and joy and it was wonderful to look into her deep brown eyes and see how much she was enjoying him. And god, she was so wet inside from his cum that was already in her, and it was obscene and wonderful, and the sound their bodies made when they came together was something he never wanted to stop hearing.
She was fucking him like he'd never been fucked before, using his fattened cock to her heart's content, and Sam was holding on to her hips, hoping his touch was urging her to ride him harder. Audrey leaned over and was kissing him again, her tongue entering his mouth, and Sam eagerly let her do it, even sucked on her tongue. He couldn't believe he was experiencing this, and it became all the more incredible when she was crying out into his mouth, her nails scraping along his chest, as her walls clenched around him over and over again, and still she kept going, like she just wanted all he was, wanted him to cum in her again. And he would cum in her again. It was what she wanted, it was what she needed. He could feel it from her, feel it from how she used her body to milk his cock for all he was worth and then some.
Sam couldn't help himself and began thrusting into her each time she came down on him, and she let him. He didn't do it out of craving for dominance. He did it just because he had to. He had to move, he had to do something, or else his mind would slip into the depths of insanity.
She kissed him till he couldn't breathe, drove him past that point, and Sam wanted her to keep kissing him. He wanted her to go at him till he passed out, and then continue past that. He wanted her to use his body until all life had left him, and then for her to somehow find his spirit and continue fucking it. Sam wanted this to last an eternity. He wanted this to be his Heaven, to be his Hell, to be his everything.
And then he was climaxing again, and she was still bouncing on him and kissing him and Sam was screaming into her open mouth, his eyes squeezed shut, his body contorting beneath her, his hands surely bruising her.
As Sam felt his cum leaving him in brilliant spurts, it all became so much that he passed out.
Sam came to eventually, feeling warm and fatigued, but not a good fatigued. It was difficult to just move his limbs. Something didn't feel right, but he was so happy about it. Or… happy didn't seem to be the write word. Ecstatic. He was ecstatic. He couldn't think of anything besides Audrey, and though he felt like some of the life had been sucked from him, he couldn't help smiling about it as he slowly opened his eyes.
There was a pleasant sensation on his chest, one that seemed to burrow underneath his skin, down into him till he could barely stand it, and he wished he could feel that everywhere. He looked down, saw a finger running over him and realized that finger was Audrey's. He was glad she was still lying beside him, but for some reason a chill ran through him.
He turned to her, asking, "How long was I out?"
She shrugged, a motion that he really liked. "Not long. Maybe a minute."
Sam tried sitting up, but she lightly pressed him back down onto the bed, and he was too tired to fight her, didn't mentally have it in him either.
"So what now?" he asked.
"I don't know, didn't really plan this far," she teased. "I'm surprised I even got you in bed."
"What? Really?" he questioned, all surprised.
And then Audrey started answering, but it was as if he couldn't hear her, instead heard the blood pounding in his ears, heard a voice that he couldn't make out. And then the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and he abruptly turned to the right, tilting his head to look there. Someone was looking at him. That's what his gut was telling him. That voice had died down, and now it was just his heart beating at an incredibly fast pace. It made him feel like he was going to be sick.
No one was there. It was just the light blue wall, some white trim, a white bureau with makeup on it, some clothes hanging out of an open drawer.
But he could feel it. Someone was looking at him.
Audrey touched his shoulder and he jumped.
But instead of asking if he was okay, she just said, "Maybe you should go. You still have that case, right?"
"Yeah…" Sam answered slowly, now gazing all around the room for where the eyes could be coming from.
"And as much fun as you are, I have another shift at the hospital in a bit."
Sam heard her, but didn't take in her words, he was too busy trying to figure out what was going on. Someone had to be watching him. They had to be. It felt like a heavy, predatory gaze was on him, and like he had to run from it, like it was assessing his soul, trying to find out the best way to hurt him. And it would hurt him. It had the intent. It was there in the dark wave of tension that tried to choke him.
The idea of leaving sounded very good all of a sudden, but then it faded, began to clash with the wonderful bliss clouding his mind. He was back in that field of flowers in his head like he had been behind the bar, but now he thought that if he ripped up the flowers he might find something there. He couldn't be sure. His mind wanted to slip away from the idea entirely, and as Audrey continued rubbing his shoulder, it did.
Sam turned to her, grabbed her chin in one hand, and kissed her again before getting up and getting dressed.
After saying his goodbye, he left, and it wrenched at his heart, seemed to physically hurt, a pain he felt deep in his gut. But he did it, he left, but his mind was still on her, still going over every detail, every touch of her skin, the sound of her voice, her warmth, the way she'd made him feel.
Clouds had drifted in, the wind picking up, and Sam shivered against the cold even though he had his jacket on. It seemed to pierce him, and he didn't like it. Not at all.
Once in the Impala he thought he might've just sat there for a few minutes, staring blankly at the steering wheel, trying to remember how to drive, trying to remember where he'd been going.
The motel. Gotta get back to the motel.
He started up the engine, took one last look back at Audrey's house, still not able to take it in, his mind just conjuring up the image of her with her olive skin, and long, wavy brown hair and brown eyes that seemed to have really enjoyed looking at all of him. He liked her eyes a lot better than the ones he'd felt on him in her room. His mind decided focusing on the image of her was was much more pleasant than taking in his surroundings.
But he managed to pull out of the driveway and begin trying to find his way back to the motel; he couldn't precisely remember how'd he gotten to Audrey's, but eventually things started to look a little familiar.
When he was about halfway there one of his cell phones started ringing. A quick look through the glove compartment and he found the right phone, and answered:
"This is Agent Tyler."
"Agent Tyler, this is Sheriff Olson." a woman responded, "One of my deputies says she spoke to you this morning about the Jessica Bowers case."
"Yeah," he answered, hoping his voice didn't sound off - it just seemed impossible to shake how he was feeling, so light, and airy, and just… happy. "I think it might be connected to the Kings' deaths."
Sam was ready to explain himself, but Sheriff Olson just responded, "I think so, too. Got the toxicology report back. Same exact hormone levels as the Kings. That can't be a coincidence."
"No. No, it can't be."
High hormone levels.
It would've made them ecstatic, like they'd taken something.
They would've been happy.
Sam was happy.
"Uh… thanks for the call, Sheriff Olson. I'll… I'll see what I can do with that information."
Sam hung up, and threw the phone into the other seat.
No, she wasn't it. She wasn't. She wasn't. That would mean…
And, no. No! That wasn't the case. It couldn't be. It was impossible.
Sam was happy. He was happy.
But he was happy! Like the Kings would've been. Like Jessica Bowers would've been.
Part of him, a part that seemed to be locked away and gagged underneath how amazing he felt, wanted to scream, wanted to curse. Instead he just started laughing, a huge smile on his face.
And then Sam couldn't see.
His heart leapt into his throat, and adrenaline burst through him so quickly he was tingling. In an instant reaction, Sam stepped on the brakes.
He closed his eyes, trying to take deep breaths.
I can see. I can see. I can see. You're just going crazy. That's it. You're crazy.
Sam opened his eyes again, he felt it, but he was still met with black.
And then his back was arched, his head thrown back as a scream tore from his throat. Sharp pain stabbed into his chest, in three separate places, and it burned, and it just buried itself into him, and then he couldn't breathe. And he couldn't see! He couldn't see!
Sam wanted the pain to stop, wanted it to disappear, and it seemed like his mind was on fire as it tried to keep up with everything he was experiencing. With Audrey, with losing his vision, with this sheer and utter torment.
It went on and on till he couldn't scream anymore, and he was sweating, tears streaming down his face.
He was choking, and it felt like there was something in his lungs, something he had to get out but couldn't. Each attempt at an inhale brought more pain, started to make it feel like his lungs were going to pop, like his chest was being ripped apart.
Blood, there might've been blood. He wasn't sure.
It burned and burned and burned, like fire was in him, eating at his organs. The metal that seemed to be impaling his chest was white-hot, and it was sharp and unforgiving.
It could've been only seconds, but each second felt too long, like any moment of enduring this was more than he could handle. Then there was an impact on the Impala from the back, and his body was thrown forward, his head hitting the wheel.
The pain in his chest immediately left him, but the new pain that immediately began to pound in his head was very real, and the way he wanted to laugh once he got his breath back was very real.
And still, Sam couldn't see.
