Title: Rest Stop

Title: Rest Stop

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: NC-17; and I make no bones about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, cars or situations from Supernatural, but I sure wish I did. Anything you recognize doesn't belong to me. The stuff you've never heard of comes from my imagination.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! As promised, an update for the weekend. And….I would like to thank all the readers that have sent me reviews for this story. Reviews are my crack and that's what gets me inspired to finish. There's one more chapter left to go in this 'saga' and then we'll see what happens. Warning—this chapter is filled with complete and unabashed smut, if this offends, don't continue. If it doesn't offend, let me know what you think.

Kelsey was up to her eyebrows in gorgeous, gorgeous aroused male and loving every minute of it. She was still basking in the glow from the first orgasm Sam had given her and was waiting what she was convinced would be an even better one. She watched appreciatively as he stripped off his last piece of clothing. She tried not to drool as he returned to her side, admiring his body as he did. She couldn't help but stare at his corded arms as he placed one of either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her. It had been way too long since a man who knew what he was doing had kissed her. When he pulled back slightly, she lazily sat up and moved to one side. He frowned at her, a confused look on his face, so she explained. "You said I got to be on top."

Sam's eyes darkened even more at her statement, and he responded. "That I did. I'm glad to see you were paying attention."

She grinned and nodded. "I always was a very good student." She reached out and took his wrist, tugging him up on to the table. "In fact, I'd like to try for some extra credit, if you don't mind." She realized what she had said and grimaced. "Okay, don't hold that stupid comment against me."

"I'll consider it," Sam answered, his dimples out in full force, "depending on what this so-called extra credit is." He was now reclining on the pool table next to her and Kelsey thought he looked like the best buffet she'd ever seen. She placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. He took the hint and laid down completely, his long legs hanging off the table.

She bit her lip as she studied her options. Everywhere she looked, there was a part of him that she wanted to explore with her hands or taste with her mouth, or both. Sam was a walking advertisement for sex and she couldn't wait to get started. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. When her hand passed back by his mouth, he grabbed it and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm of her hand. She sighed happily, but then reclaimed it. "Nope, it's your turn now," she said seriously.

She leaned over his large frame, and began dropping kisses across his broad shoulders. Sam moaned encouragingly and threaded his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head gently. She continued her exploration, moving her mouth from his shoulders down to his muscled chest. She ran her hand down his stomach and traced his taut muscles, feeling them flex even more under her fingertips. Everywhere she touched, she was greeted by warm, smooth skin and groans of satisfaction from her willing victim. Sam had released his grip on Kelsey's hair and was stroking her naked breast. She hummed happily and gave him a gentle bite on his hipbone.

"Oh, Kels," he breathed, his thumb running over her nipple. She looked up from her work and met his heavy-lidded eyes. Her slight smile turned into a mischievous grin as she suddenly moved further down his body, licking the belled head of his erect cock. "Fuck!" he all but shouted, surprised by her aggressive action. Kelsey wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, took a deep breath and slid her lips over his length, until his tip brushed the back of her throat. When Sam's hips left the pool table, she congratulated herself on still having it. She sucked gently, rolling her tongue around his shaft, until she realized he was talking to her.

"No, baby, I don't wanna come like that." She raised her head, dragging her teeth over him, lightly, as she did. Sam groaned again, then coaxed her up to his lips. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, framing her face with one hand. Kelsey heard a rustle of plastic and broke away from his kiss to see what he was doing. When she saw he was opening a condom, she took it from his hand and rolled it on his dick slowly. "You're killing me, Kels," he said, shifting one of her legs so that she was straddling him. He stroked between her legs, causing her to squirm back against his hardness.

"I wouldn't want to do that," she answered, when she was coherent again, and she lifted herself on her knees. Giving him another smile, she began to lower herself onto his cock. They both groaned out loud as Sam entered her. "Oh God," Kelsey sighed. Sam placed his hands on her hips, guiding her as she began moving up and down, each time taking more of his length into her. After a few minutes, he was embedded completely inside her. He growled and she sighed at the sensation.

They soon established a rhythm and Sam skimmed his hands up her sides to her breasts. He cupped them, tweaking her nipples between his long fingers. She gasped at the contact, which made him repeat his action. Kelsey felt her inner muscles contracted with each pluck of Sam's fingers. She was definitely beginning to see the benefits of his favorite position, especially when one of his hands, moved from her nipple to her clit. She whimpered when the rough pad of his thumb brushed her sensitive spot, a borderline electric shock running through her body. She forced her eyes to cooperate and met his eyes. He had his bottom lip clenched between his teeth, the tendons in his neck strained. He was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

She increased the speed of her movements and he began thrusting his hips upwards to meet hers. The breath left her lungs every time his swollen cock entered her and she felt her orgasm beginning at the base of her spine. Sam obviously recognized the signs as well and began plunging into her faster.

"Oh, please, Sam," she whispered, "please." Obeying her request, he applied more pressure to her clit and to her breast and she shrieked as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her orgasm triggered his, and he groaned loudly as he came inside her. Suddenly unable to support herself, she collapsed on top of him, completely spent. She propped her head up on his chest and grinned at him.

"That," she drawled, "was fantastic." She dropped a kiss on his chest, the leaned up further and kissed his mouth. She could feel him smile against her lips. When she pulled away from him, he responded,

"How's that for truth or dare?"