Chapter 11

Serra

I was standing before I really knew what I was doing, pulling Sammy off the couch and running my hands through his hair as I tugged his sweater up and over his head. I made the move to drop it on the ground, but Sam sighed, automatically picking it back up, and taking it with us as we made out, shuffling along the hard wood towards Grace and Dean's bedroom.

I pulled my shirt off; my hair and necklaces got tangled together as I tried to be smooth and I fought with it momentarily, getting frustrated quickly. "Stop," Sam whispered, holding my shoulders steady. "Let me help you."

His warm hands pulled my hair gently from the collar of my shirt and separated my necklaces from my hair. Sam nestled his face in my neck, letting his lips and tongue map their way down my clavicle. I couldn't help moaning softly as his touch sent electricity down my spine and the curl of anticipation beginning in the depths of my belly.

As soon as we had cleared the threshold of their bedroom, I used my foot to close the door, not paying attention to if it clicked shut or not. I pushed Sam down onto Grace and Dean's bed and grinned wickedly at him, following him down onto the blankets and undoing his belt with fervor.

He stared at me; his hazel gaze was half hidden in lust already. Lifting his hips, he allowed me to pull his jeans off and I traced my fingers along his thighs and the musculature just beneath his skin. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him as I stepped out of my pants, leaving them on the floor next to his jeans. I leaned down to kiss him and put all of my weight into holding him down on the bed, not allowing his arms to wrap me in their warmth.

"Wait," Sam gasped as I bit down on his neck, under his mop of hair. "Wait, wait."

I sighed, annoyed, leaning away from his face and staring with my eyebrows up, waiting expectantly. "What?"

"Did you take your pill?"

I pressed my tongue up against the back of my teeth, catching the mockery in his voice. "I'm getting injections, now, asshat." Sam laughed, revealing that he knew about my new form of birth control. "You're such a shit," I said, collapsing towards his face once more, crushing my lips to his and holding him down again.

Slowly, Sam regained control of the situation, unclasping my bra with one hand and rolling me, not giving me the chance to fight back as I landed on the mattress next to him. He attacked my body, groping and feeling every inch of me and as his trail of kisses led further down, I was gasping for air, trying to keep my sounds to a minimum, knowing we had a house full of kids that, apparently, we were in charge of.

"Oh my God, Sam," I whined.

Sam chuckled, tormenting me further and I grasped at his hair, trying to pull him towards my face. He managed to pin both of my hands to the bed and led his tongue back up my abdomen, kissing my neck and picking me bodily from the bed. We were facing each other now and as Sam pulled my hips roughly towards his, we finally made contact as he pushed into me.

I gasped again, adjusting to Sam as he pulled me closer, throwing my leg over his and wrapping myself around him. We found a rhythm quickly and it didn't take long for both of us to break out into a sweat, clawing at each other's backs and kissing deeply. He pulled my hair and I had no choice but to lean my head all the way back, exposing my neck and Sam buried his face there, the scruff of his beard driving me wild.

More moans escaped my throat, almost pleading with him, pushing him on and his drive increased, shattering what was left of my calm, and pushing me over the edge. My nails dug into his shoulders and I bit down on his neck, trying to keep my voice down.

Sam's hands gripped my back roughly, throwing me down onto the bed and changing position again. When I wrapped my leg around his hip, locking him into place, his entire body went rigid and forced us both into dazzling white euphoria, so much in fact, that I didn't hear the front door of the Big House open, nor did I hear Dean's voice call our names.

"What the hell is that?" Dean said, turning towards Grace as he lifted his eyebrows at his wife. "You hear that?"

"Oh, Dean," Grace murmured, holding out her hand and closing her eyes, making a face. "Wait. Don't—"

"Son of a bitch," Dean's voice echoed through the house as he pushed the bedroom door open and made eye contact with me as Sam had me pinned on the bed. "You two couldn't wait to do it in your own friggin' bedroom?"

Grace followed closely behind, her eyes shut and her hand out, blocking both of us from view. "Seriously, you guys. I just changed the sheets." She pressed her lips together, looking overly maternal, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Well, don't just stand there, watching, you perves!" I shouted, pointing to the door. "Get out!"

Dean held out his hands and gaped, "It's our bedroom!"

"Get out!" I threw a pillow towards my brother-in-law for good measure as Sam collapsed on the bed next to me. "Holy shit," I gasped, still recovering from our session. "I am so glad they weren't about four minutes earlier." He glanced at me and laughed as I continued. "They would have really thrown me off."

Sam had his hands over his face and he was giggling, but blushing beet red. "Oh my God," he breathed. "My brother just walked in on my bare ass in the air."

We both dissolved into peals of laughter, gasping for air as Dean ranted from the kitchen.