Dean's mind raced, switches flipping in his head until he finally snapped. Fuck it. In three long strides, he was behind her; his right hand slamming the door shut, and locking it; his left one grabbing her arm and spinning her around. His lips found hers; he pushed her against the door; his hands gripping her hips tight and pulling her closer. The kiss, open-mouthed and full of tongue, was gaining more and more urgency. Again, she softly moaned in his mouth, and he groaned in reply. God, she felt so damn good. Right now, he didn't fucking care what she was. All he wanted was to feel her.
Scarlett pushed him slightly away, panting. "For fucks sake, make up your fucking mind already!" Her tone was a mix of plea, desire, and annoyance; and her eyes were full of lust. It only made him want her more. He took her words as an invitation, and instantly resumed the kissing, muttering a low "done" in the process. His hands drifted to the hem of her tanktop and pulled it out, then placed them on her bare skin, trailing his hands up and down the length of her back. Her skin felt so damn soft under his calloused hands. When he softly brushed his fingers on her lower back, her hips jerked violently against him, and she let out such a guttural moan that left Dean almost gasping for air. He groaned a "fuck" in return, and instantly made a mental note about the sensitive spot.
If there was one thing Scarlett was not, it was shy. She was someone who had barely any filters when it came to sex, she would always do whatever the fuck she wanted, whenever the fuck she wanted; and in this case, it was the use of too much tongue, -she loved being in charge, to be on top of things-, and she noticed he didn't mind it all. In fact, he was clearly enjoying it; the sounds he was making were proof of it, and absolutely arousing. Her hands were roaming all over his back, softly raking at it from time to time. She could feel him radiate heat and it was driving her insane. Since he had gone for her skin, she decided to do the same, but instead of his back, she chose his chest. She really needed to feel up that chest. Her hands traveled from his back to his biceps, slightly squeezing at them -God those biceps felt fucking amazing- then to his chest. He was humming at her touch, and had now pushed his right thigh between hers; his hard-on grinding against her leg. Scarlett couldn't help groaning, and she felt him smile against her mouth. What a little shit. Her hands glided down to his stomach, then slowly lifted the hem of his t-shirt and put them under it; they glided back up, feeling every inch of his skin. His chest felt glorious, and she couldn't wait to actually see him without the unnecessary layer of clothing.
Dean just couldn't stop kissing her; her mouth was like a trap that wouldn't let go, licking, sucking and tugging at his lips, and he fucking loved it. She was bold as fuck, and that was such a turn on. He was surprised and confused when he felt her hands were quite cool, as was the rest of her skin -at least the parts he hadn't touched already. Still, he couldn't help squirming in pleasure when she placed her hands under his t-shirt. In spite of being rough at kissing, her hands were somewhat gentle. He had expected her to scratch at him, but she didn't. He decided to kick things up a notch. One hand trailed from her back to her stomach, then slowly up her chest until he found her left breast. Pressing himself harder against her, he started fondling at it. He couldn't help breaking the kiss and burying his face in the crook of her neck when he felt her hard nipple through the lace of her bra. He breathed a heated "fuck, honey". She softly snickered at that. Jesus, she was cocky as hell. His fingers fidgeted with the lace before pulling it down just a bit until her nipple was free. He gently twisted it -as gently as his current state of arousal allowed it; and she groaned once more.
He couldn't help kissing and licking her neck, humming in the process. She smelled so fucking great; and the sighs and groans she was letting out made him trail his hand down from her back to her ass and squeeze hard. Her left hand mimicked his own, snaking around his waist, and then squeezed his ass; while the other trailed further down and cupped his erection. He groaned louder, and interrupted his work on her neck to look at her. Her smug smile was enticing, her eyes full of hunger, they carried a level of lust he had never seen before. She held his stare while stroking him. It was absolutely fucking hot, and he certainly needed to get out of his jeans and boxers as soon as possible.
Dean was about to do the same to her, when she suddenly pushed him away. He whimpered in protest, soon being taken over by an alarming realization. Oh God, please tell me this ain't some sort of payback for rejecting her earlier. But as soon as she walked past him, she spun around, slowly walking backwards in the general direction of her bedroom. Her eyes and smirk were saying everything he needed to know. She wanted him to follow her; and so he did. Crashing his lips against hers once more, he pushed her into the bedroom until she bumped into the bed.
She managed to not lose balance and fall, then spun the both of them around, and forced him to sit down on the bed. Scarlett immediately straddled him, putting some force into her grinding as she began kissing him again, her tongue forcing his mouth to open, slithering between his lips. Dean's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his moan echoing in the room, and instantly followed by a husky, almost breathless, "you're driving me crazy, babe". Barely leaving his mouth, she replied an "I know" that was so charged with desire and pride that made Dean dig his fingers harder into her hips.
She was a force of nature that kept coming at him. He grabbed her hips tight, keeping her in place as he rolled his own. She wanted it rough? He was gonna give it to her rough all right. Her mouth began licking its way down until she was on his neck. Dean tensed and flinched. "Uh, don't-don't bite me. I mean, hickeys are fine, just no fangs. Please?" He pleaded in a soft tone. He hated to interrupt her, but he needed to be sure. Scarlett sat up straight for a moment, staring right into his eyes. "Wasn't going to. I don't bite with fangs unless I'm begged to. Not everybody is cut out for that kink." He sighed in relief before thanking her, then his mind dwelt on her words. Huh, so fangs were a kink? He felt curious now, but he wasn't ready take such a leap. She slowly began nibbling at his neck, gently tugging at his skin., then blew some air on the wet skin. He groaned in response.
"While we are on the subject, there's three things on my no-way-in-hell list. Ass, daddy kink, and feet fetish. Everything else is fair game. Okay?" She lapped at his neck, and he nodded and hummed in understanding. Her urgency kicked up a notch, and she was suckling at his skin and humming, he hands kneading the muscles of his back and neck.
She seemed to be one step ahead of him, and even though Dean was absolutely enjoying that, he also wanted to have some sort of control and show off some of his best moves. He pulled up her tanktop and removed it from her, then tossed it aside. He wanted to look at her, but the room was dark; and no sooner had he protested about it, than she momentarily left him to go turn on the lamp on her nightstand. He whimpered at the loss of contact. When she was within reach of him, he forced her on his lap again, arms around her waist; his eyes fixing on her bra, before he licked his lips and buried his face in her chest; grinding against her. He licked a trail just above the rim of the lace, and she squirmed in his arms and gripped his biceps, humming in clear pleasure. He briefly glanced up at her, smiling that sexy smile of his. Her stare was absolutely predatory, and Dean felt his blood go up another degree. He trailed a finger up her spine ever so slowly -God, the sounds she made when he did were fucking hot- until he found the clasp and unhooked it. His hands glided to her front, and finally removed the bra and tossed it somewhere. He swallowed hard at the view. He had already inferred much earlier that she was kinda busty for her petite body, but actually seeing her bare rack was another whole story. He sure as hell could spend an entire night just playing with her tits.
Dean didn't waste any time and started nibbling and licking at one nipple, while his right hand softly pinched and kneaded the other. His left arm was holding her at the waist; she softly moaned and ground him harder, one of her hands supporting herself at the nape of his neck. Without breaking contact, he glanced up at her and felt his heart skip a beat, and his dick getting even harder. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth agape, panting and licking her upper lip. Her other hand was stroking her throat. It was a view he would never forget. If she was like this with just foreplay... He couldn't begin to imagine what she'd be like once they were actually naked and going at it.
Scarlett was in a state of pure bliss. Not only Dean was fucking hot, but he was also incredibly good at this. And by that, she meant that he clearly wasn't the kind of guy that tried to skip, or power through foreplay and instantly jump to the deed. She hated that. She hated when guys were solely focused on getting off regardless of her own pleasure. She'd had too many of those in the last couple of years. Dean, on the other hand, was incredibly attentive and skilled. He was taking all the fucking time in the world to give attention to her tits, and from time to time he'd touch that hot spot on her lower back. He seemed to be testing out her reactions to his touch on different areas of her body, leaning what made her tick, and applying what he'd learn. She mentally thanked God and Yoda for that. It was clear he certainly enjoyed foreplay as well, which meant she would totally go that extra mile she stopped going to years ago. She had a Karma system for sex, good or bad; and Dean was gaining points in the plus column at a fast rate.
She hated to make him stop, but she needed to get him out of that t-shirt. She shifted slightly until she reached the hem of it and lifted it up. Dean took the hint and lifted his arms, interrupting what he was doing. Scarlett muttered an impressed "wow" at the sight of him. He flashed her a cocky smirk. God, that was so hot; he was so incredibly hot. Her hands were roaming all over his chest; one finger tracing the outline of his tattoo. She asked what it meant, and he explained what it was. "Clever." She replied before leaning in to lick it, and Dean groaned, placing both his hands on her bare back. Now he could make out her own tattoo. It was barbed wire in the shape of the infinity symbol. He traced a finger along its outline; and she bucked against him, groaning and whimpering against his skin. "You like that, don't you?" He teased, smiling down at her as soon as her eyes met his.
"Mmhhmm, wonder how you'd figured that out." Her look and smile were mischievous. She instantly went for his mouth again; and both groaned as soon as their tongues met. She slipped a hand between the two of them and began stroking him. Dean groaned in reply. "Fuck, sweetheart, if you keep doing that, you gonna make me cum before I'm inside you."
"Yeah, we don't want that." She whispered against his lips, removing her hand from between their bodies. He whimpered at the loss of contact.
Dean took a deep breath. That's it, time to blow her mind. He flipped her over and forced her on her back. He knelt on the floor, in front of her, and undid her belt. Scarlett sat up supporting herself on her elbows, an amused expression slowly taking over her features.
He removed her boots and socks, then slowly worked on the fly of her jeans and pulled them down even more slowly, caressing the back of her legs. Jesus Christ, those legs! He glanced up at her, a seductive smile on his face; he could see the urge in her eyes; she was hungry for him. Her chest was slightly heaving in anticipation. He spread her thighs. The sight made him whistle; she threw her head back, rolling her head a bit, teasing him. Her mouth hung open for a brief moment. Oh god.
Dean brushed his fingers against her pussy; the lace of her panties was soaked. "Fuck, you're so wet, babe." He groaned, closing his eyes in the process. He teased her a little more, earning some moans and curses from her, before slipping her panties down. Again, he did it so very slowly; then he threw them over his shoulder. She adjusted her position, spreading a little wider, and smirking at him and cocking an eyebrow, inviting him. She hoped he understood what she wanted.
Fucking hell, this woman was straightforward. She was a spitfire that took no prisoners. He fucking loved that so fucking much. Dean positioned himself between her legs; then began tracing faint circles on and around her clit; and she moaned loudly. His other hand tracing a line from behind her knee, down the back of her thigh, until it found her entrance. He slipped a finger in, pumping slowly, then added a second. He pumped a little more, and finally added a third one; then picked up his pace. Scarlett was breathing heavily, grasping at the sheets. Dean lowered himself; withdrew his fingers, and slipped his tongue in, gently lapping at her, exploring, pumping softly, and then resumed teasing at her clit. His free hand at her hip, keeping her in place.
"Motherfuck- Oh God." She began saying before her words turned into a loud moan.
He smiled against her skin. "It's Dean." He casually replied, briefly glancing up at her. She couldn't help laughing at his reply. Her light mood changed; now she was staring at him, completely devouring him with her eyes. God she looked absolutely hot like this. He decided to push her a little further.
You like to watch? Watch this. He straightened up a bit, and with his best sinful smile, he licked his fingers clean, one at the time. Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and the sound that came out of her mouth was almost inhuman. It made Dean groan loud, then he lowered himself once more. Once again, he sequentially slipped three fingers in, while his tongue teased her clit. She was rolling her hips, and they'd jolt from time to time; he had to keep her in place with his free hand.
Scarlett was completely out her mind, drowning in ecstasy. Her hands were carding his hair almost frantically. Never had a man put so much time and dedication into fingering her and eating her out. They usually avoided it, or reluctantly did it hoping to get her to give them a blowjob in return. But Dean was doing everything to satisfy her, he was taunting her, teasing her; and Scarlett was absolutely sure he was enjoying it as much as she was. She sure as hell was going to return the dedication in spades.
She felt intense heat beginning to pool deep inside of her; her breathing -well, the reflex of it, anyways- quickened, and soon turned into heavy pants. Between the stimuli to her clit and vagina, and the sight of Dean eating her out so shamelessly and magnificently, Scarlett was spiraling out of control. She was in a pure state of lust that had her squirming and snaking her body beneath this glorious man. His fingers were pumping faster, hitting her g-spot over and over. He was taking her higher every time he did so, until he pushed her over the edge. Throwing her arms over her head and grasping at the pillow, she arched her back and let out a loud, feral growl-like moan as soon she came. It took her a couple of minutes, that felt eternal, to slowly come back to reality.
"Th-that was... Fuck. Can't even describe it." She opened her eyes slowly. That had been absolutely mind fucking.
Dean was still kneeling, and as soon as their eyes met, he licked his fingers. Then he grabbed his t-shirt and wiped his face.
Unbelievable. Was he even real? Motherfucker, he had wanted her to see him do that, he was gloating about it; and Scarlett thought, without a shed of doubt, that it was one of the most erotic things she ever witnessed. She scoffed. "You're an asshole, you know?" There was no insult behind her words, he could tell because her smile was full of sheer pleasure. She was totally baffled, and her quip was her way of showing it.
"Can't help it. You taste great, sweetheart." He smiled as he stood up; and she sat up, then knelt on the bed, instantly going for his belt. She undid it, never taking her eyes off his; her hands quickly unzipping his jeans. Boy, she was so gonna eyefuck him through all the process.
Dean exhaled sharply, and for a moment he forgot his own name. The way she was looking at him, like a predator about to pounce on their prey. The way her fingers brushed against the skin of his stomach. He threw his head back, groaning; one hand grazing her cheek, the other carding her hair. He kicked off his shoes and socks just as she slid his pants down; and he sighed in relief. God, those jeans had been straining his cock for too long. She hummed at the sight of his bulging boxers, her tongue wetting her lips. "Would you look at that." Her tone was cheeky. She palmed him thoroughly and could feel the fabric was slightly wet with precum. She leaned in to lay soft kisses, while her fingers hooked on the waistband and were pulling the boxers down so very slowly.
Dean groaned, and his hips bucked. "Fuck, babe, that feels so, so good. But that's gotta wait." His tone was completely laced with lust. And as much as he wanted her mouth around him, he wanted much more to be inside her. In one swift move, he finished dropping his boxers down, kicked them off, knelt on the bed, and pulled her roughly to him. His lips met hers with pure hunger, his tongue licking every bit of her mouth, invading her, exploring her. The increasing sounds of heavy breathing filling up the room was music to both their ears. She gasped in his mouth and pulled him to her so they crashed against the bed; immediately spreading her legs and locking them at either side of his thighs. Her hands were roaming his back and biceps; and she was grinding him and groaning. His luscious lips -God, those lips would be the death of her- were devouring her with such voracity that she couldn't help moaning his name right into his mouth.
Fucking hell. It had sounded more arousing than it had been in his fantasies. It almost caused him to bite her lip hard.
"Do you want me?" His voice was enticing and raspy. He knew the answer, he only wanted to hear her say it, to beg him.
The tip of her tongue quickly brushed his lips. "Of course I do." He tone was needy. That had been enough for him.
One of his hands trailed from her face down to her entrance, he teased her clit a bit before palming her soaked pussy; then coated his erection with her slick, pumping twice before aligning himself. She couldn't help breathing a soft "fuck" at the sight of that. Dean was driving her insane, fueling her lust to levels she never had reached before.
He positioned himself so as his forearms were supporting him on the bed, on either side of her. One of his knees was flexed, keeping her wide open. Dean pushed in slowly at first, making the two of them groan in pleasure. Scarlett shifted slightly until he fitted perfectly inside, and the two of them moaned at the action. He was filling her up fucking nicely; it felt absolutely amazing to have him inside of her. He remained inside for a brief moment before pulling out. He began thrusting at a slow pace at first, and he could feel her squirming, rolling her hips trying to urge him to speed up. He didn't oblige.
Scarlett was gripping his biceps tight before one hand drifted to his back, and the other to the nape of his neck, forcing him to lower his head so she could lick his jaw. She was craving him the same way she craved blood, she wanted every part of his skin to be in contact with hers. Her teeth gently tugged at his lower lip, her tongue slithered inside, and the way he moaned in her mouth caused her hips to jerk rather violently. Dean quickened his pace just barely, and it wasn't enough for her. She wanted more, she needed more.
"Faster, Dean." Her words came out in heavy pants, but they weren't a plea, they were a command.
"No." He said with a smirk before his mouth latched at hers, kissing and licking her lips and tongue with greater urgency. Oh, he wanted to go faster, but the more he denied her that, the more she would beg.
Or so he thought.
Her hands darted to his hips, her calves locking at the back of his knees, then she rolled the both of them in one fast motion until Dean was lying on his back. With her hands gripping his biceps, she began rocking and rolling her hips at the desired pace. "Now that's more likely." Humming in pleasure, she gave him a dirty look.
Dean hadn't seen that one coming, he didn't think it possible for a girl to have the required strength to accomplish such roll, considering the speed at which it happened, and the fact that she had lifted half of his body fairly easily with her own. Then again, she was no regular girl. His earlier doubts at her for being a vampire were fading rather fast.
The way she was rocking her hips, the pressure they were putting on his own -geez, those thighs were strong as fuck-, the way her breathing was faltering, the way her tits were bouncing above him had Dean moaning and groaning fairly loud and bucking against her.
"You're so fucking wild, Scarl- Fuck, babe." His words were dragged out between his heavy breathing and his moans.
He let go of her hips and went for her breasts; he squeezed them, kneaded them, and fidgeted with her puckering nipples. The view of her like this, riding him so wildly, was fan-fucking-tastic. He swept her arms from under her body, forcing her to land on his torso. He wanted that mouth badly; he bit and licked until he got more cusses, and his name, out of her sensuous mouth. He felt himself get close to the edge. Now he needed to go faster.
His hands drifted to her back, and rolled her over. His knees forcefully spread her legs apart as wide as possible. He supported himself on the bed with his left hand, while his right hand reached for her clit and started stimulating it. That set her off, and soon enough, she was a moaning mess, bucking her hips, trembling, digging her fingers into his hips and pulling them to hers.
Her outburst had Dean moaning loud, his face contorting in tortuous pleasure as he thrust faster and deeper. He felt her clench around his dick; then, arching her back, she came with a loud "fuck" that soon turned into a guttural moan. The sight of her like this, mouth agape in evident ecstasy, the sounds she was making, and her pussy tight around him triggered his orgasm, a loud grunt parting his lips as soon as it happened. He rode it for a few more thrusts before collapsing on top of her.
"Fuck." He breathed softly, burying his face in the crook of her neck; one hand caressing her face. He was completely fascinated with her. He had imagined she would be wild, but he never imagined she would be so brutal, so raw. He hoped this wasn't a one-time deal throughout his stay.
"Fuck indeed." She was staring at him, examining every single feature of his. God, he had so many freckles; it made him even sexier. And when Dean tried to roll away, mumbling something about not wanting to crush her, she held on to him tight, keeping him in place. "Oh, I quite like the weight on me, Dean." She couldn't help smiling.
He couldn't help breathing a tired "Fucking hell."