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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Dean palmed the growing bulge in his jeans as Buffy crawled onto the bed. Next to him, Sam stripped his shirt and shed his pants.

Buffy flushed. "I thought the shower would be enough but I'm still . . . I need . . ."

Sam made a sympathetic noise as he climbed onto the mattress clad in nothing but boxer briefs. Dean stayed where he stood at the foot of the bed, stroking his length through the rough denim. Buffy glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm good here for now," he said, heat in his voice.

He felt surprised at himself. Of course he wanted to ravage the pretty blonde on the bed, but there was a certain curiosity growing at the thought of watching. Huh. He had a voyeurism kink. Who knew?

Sam didn't seem deterred by the thought of his brother observing. Just the opposite. Dean's announcement had a spark of mischief lighting up his eyes as he made his way to Buffy.

"Eyes on Dean," he instructed.

Buffy flicked a questioning gaze to Sam before turning her attention to the green-eyed hunter panting at the foot of the bed.

"Good girl," Dean drawled out, making her shiver. She watched as he gave himself a squeeze and squirmed when he groaned.

Sam bit down on the column of her neck as one of his large hands trailed down her shower damp body. He moved down, giving little nips that wouldn't mark and apologetic licks as he went. His mouth latched on a nipple while his hand gave the other attention.

Buffy arched up, her eyes never leaving Dean's. She whimpered at the heat she saw there. The physical sensations combined with the look of pure lust she received had her overwhelmed.

Sam's tongue circled and laved in nonsensical patterns, drawing blood to the area and making it swell. Buffy buried a hand in his hair when he dragged teeth over the swollen tissue. Her breath came out in soft sobs when she realized he'd moved to the other side. Too much. It would be too much.

She spread her legs and rolled her hips. She could feel her control slipping away and cried out at the barrage of sensations.

The sound of a zipper reached her ears and she broke eye-contact with Dean long enough to watch him part the fly of his pants and brush his fingers against his cock.

Sam's hand stroked up the inside of her thigh, each pass moving closer to the growing wetness between her legs. She whimpered each time he backed off, each sound growing more desperate. He let out a filthy chuckle and lifted his body up on one arm to look at Buffy.

God she was gorgeous. Her face had a pink flush that paired beautifully with the bright red of her teeth abused lips. Her nipples were dark red against her lightly tanned skin and heaved with each breath.

He pressed one finger into her and groaned into her neck. Buffy's bucking hips only served to push him closer to the edge. Dean's breathy moan from the foot of the bed stirred the coked up butterflies in his stomach.

It wasn't that he felt attraction to his brother. Far from it. The idea that someone was watching? That someone was getting off on his enjoying the pretty little blonde writhing underneath him? That was hotter than he could have imagined. It just so happened the only person he trusted in that position was Dean.

A second finger joined the first and he hissed when she clenched around them. He curled his fingers, searching for the spot that made her buck off the bed. When he found it, he rubbed at it mercilessly for a few passes before settling his body between her legs and licking. He grinned when her hands pulled at his hair, silently begging for more. Her hips rolled against his mouth, leaving trails of wetness across his lips.

Dean and Buffy never looked away. Dean slipped the jeans from his hips and let them pool at the floor. He only looked down long enough to step out and kick them away before finding Buffy's eyes once more. He was so hard it had become almost painful. He pressed a palm down to ease some of the pressure and smirked when it came away slightly sticky.

Sam lifted his head and pulled his fingers out, his eyes twinkling at the squeak of protest he received for his actions. He reached into his duffel and grabbed a condom from the pack he'd purchased earlier. His briefs came off with an efficient shove, ending up somewhere in the room he'd worry about later. He quickly lifted Buffy and maneuvered her onto hands and knees, facing the foot of the bed.

He draped himself over her body so he could whisper in her ear. "Remember, eyes on Dean."

When her head raised, he settled back on his knees to roll the condom down his length. He couldn't help the little thrust his hips gave when he pumped lightly.

He glanced up at Dean's heated expression and lifted Buffy forward a few inches until her palms rested close to the edge of the mattress. Dean's eyes caught Sam's and he raised an eyebrow. Buffy, realizing the position she was suddenly in, whimpered low in her throat.

Dean peeled the briefs from his body, hissing as cool air came in contact with his overheated cock. He'd barely gotten a grip when Buffy's hot tongue licked from base to tip. He rested a hand on the back of her head and raised his eyes to watch Sam.

They pushed forward together, the three groaning in unison. Dean let Sam set the rhythm, each push of the younger man's hips moving Buffy's mouth down his length.

Dean had unknowingly taken himself to the edge and the hot little tongue working all his good spots was pushing him over. He choked out, "Buffy" in warning before she traced a tongue up the sensitive underside and sucked hard. He threw his head back, a hissed moan lifting to the ceiling as he came.

In an instant he was on his knees, mouth locked on to hers. He gripped the side of her face lightly when he pulled away, eyes connecting again.

Sam rolled his hips a few times before resuming his pace. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her back with every forward thrust. The sound of skin slapping together coupled with slick wetness and harsh breaths overtook the room. One of his hands snaked down to press at her sensitive clit and she cried out as fire spread through her. She was so close . . .

And then Dean started talking. "You gonna come on his cock, Buffy? Gonna let him feel you squeeze around him? I know how good it feels when you tighten up and pulse when you finally let go. He's gonna fuck you through it until you're overwhelmed, until you're begging for it to be over but not ready for it to stop. I want to hear you scream for me, baby."

Her body tightened up and Sam picked up a punishing pace. She did scream, Dean's mouth swallowing the sound with a tongue filled kiss. Sam lifted her as he sat back on his feet. Her legs splayed obscenely over his knees and her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder. He thrust up a few more times into her pleasure pliant body before pressing in deep as he came with a strangled sound.

Dean climbed onto the mattress to support her as Sam pulled out and slipped off to remove the condom.

Dean pulled the blankets back and helped Buffy crawl into them. The two shared a few lazy kisses and gentle caresses before Sam came back. Buffy rolled to give the younger hunter similar attention as Dean set an alarm on his phone. They had time for a good nap. Nightfall was hours away.

Buffy snuggled down deep under the covers with a satisfied sigh. Sam and Dean shared one final glance before settling into their own spots on either side of the slayer.

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