Chapter 50
When Amy entered the house she was a little surprised to find it dark and quiet. Both Dean's and Leah's cars were there, so she'd assumed they'd be in the kitchen since it was dinner time. She headed upstairs to drop her bags in the room and since she was exhausted after several hours of shopping, figured she'd rest for a while.
As she passed Leah's room she could hear the low rumble of Dean's voice and Leah's soft laughter. Well, that explained why the house seemed deserted. Despite the deep seated animosity between her and Dean, she had to admit the man was good to her sister and truly seemed to make her happy. Of course, it was still impossible to repress the shudder of disgust that went along with imagining the two together. Dean with anyone was a nasty thought as far as she was concerned!
Sam's room was on her right and she hesitated by his door, wondering if she should see if he wanted some company. A quick glance at Leah's room and it's proximity was enough to scare her off the idea. It seemed every time she was alone with Sam she ended up jumping his bones - and what nice bones the man had - but doing so with his brother and her sister nearby, not too smart.
She had only taken a few steps past his door when she heard it open.
"Amy. Hey!"
Turning around she saw Sam leaning against the doorframe, arms folded casually across his massive chest as he smiled sweetly at her. Amy could have sworn her heart started pounding faster at the sight of him, but that seemed so ridiculous, like something from a corny novel. That didn't happen in real life. Of course, she should try telling that to her stupid heart. She had to take a deep, calming breath to try and slow it before answering him.
"Hey yourself!" She wanted to go over to him, but her eyes were drawn to her sister's room again so she held her ground. "I'm just gonna put these away and maybe lay down for a little bit. I got something for you. I'll give it to you later. Oh, did you guys eat yet?"
That made Sam laugh. "I haven't seen Dean and Leah for a couple of hours. She was beating the crap out of him in the kitchen, but the next thing I heard was the two of them in their bedroom and they sure as hell weren't fighting anymore! You hungry? We could order in or go grab something?"
Leah beating the crap out of Dean? This she had to hear! "Let's order in. But first I'm gonna drop these bags in my room. Come on in so you can tell me ALL about this fight in the kitchen!"
Sam followed Amy into her room and closed the door. As she set her packages on the floor he wandered slowly around, coming to a stop in front of her dresser. He smiled at all the make up and perfume bottles set out, remembering how all of Jess's things were always scattered around that way. Half the time he had grabbed something of hers by mistake and had even gone to class once smelling of her perfume because the bottle had looked so much like his cologne! The memory warmed him and he picked up a small perfume vial and opened it, waving it under his nose to take in the soft scent.
He felt Amy's hand on his back and quickly set the bottle down. "Smells nice."
"I think you should stick with what you're wearing." she teased. Taking his hand, she led him over to the bed and sat down, pulling him down next to her. "Okay, details. And don't leave anything out. I want to hear how my sister beat the crud out of Dean!"
She laughed at Sam's recounting of the fight, thrilled to hear of her sister's aggresiveness. "Oh, I can just see it! God, Leah's awesome, isn't she? Bet your brother's been wondering just what he got himself into with her. Of course, she's still a sucker for his charm, if you can call what he has charm, because she gave in way too quick if you ask me. Still, a few well placed punches now and again will keep Dean on his toes." Amy absently began to brush her fingers along Sam's arm. "They're good together, don't you think? I do. Even when they fight, it's spectacular! But you know, if you tell Dean that I'll deny it!"
Sam had to agree. "Yeah, they are good together. It's strange to see Dean this way, in love. It's been a challenge for him to admit to Leah how much he cares about her. Hell, it's been a challenge to admit it to himself! I mean, the guy is not very good at showing his feelings."
"Well, I don't think your brother has a hard time showing ALL of his feelings. He sure doesn't hide his dislike! Even when we were younger I could tell he hated me. And without so much as one touch." As soon as she'd said it, Amy grimaced, hoping Sam wouldn't question her last comment. She really wanted to confide in him, but it was a difficult subject for her and she wasn't sure this was the right time to discuss it.
No such luck. Sam honed right in on it.
"Without a touch, huh? You know, Amy, you said we could talk about that and I think we should."
"You want to talk about touching? I'd rather do it than talk about it." She teased.
He smiled at her attempt to joke about a serious subject. How familiar was that ploy? This girl was more like Dean than she realized, but there was no way he was going to be the one to point that out to her. He was, however, going to let her know she could trust him when she was ready to talk.
Sam was about to tell her just that when she abruptly got up from the bed. He worried that she'd pulled away because she was upset by his bringing up her empathetic abilities, but she didn't go very far. Amy stood directly in front of him and easing his knees apart, dropped to hers. Her hands slid along his thighs as she leaned forward, a smile flirting with the corners of her mouth.
"So? What about you, Sam? You want to talk about it, or do you want to do it?"
"Well, I guess I'd..." He stopped and a small groan escaped him as her hand rubbed over his quickly growing erection. "I'd rather.." He felt her unsnap his jeans and lower the zipper and he gave up on trying to finish his sentence.
Amy tugged at his jeans, getting Sam to lift his hips so she could drag them, along with his briefs, off. Tossing them aside, her hands again skimmed over his muscular thighs, causing them to flex in response to her delicate touch. She liked that reaction. Liked the power she felt at being able to make this big, strong man tremble with just a touch.
Feeling a sense of assuredness that had escaped her in their previous encounters, she leaned in and blowing gently, let the warmth of her breath caress his shaft. It twitched and jerked and she was rewarded with another of Sam's low growls as his hands clenched around the long locks of her hair.
Bolder still, Amy touched the tip of her tongue to his base and licked up the length of his cock before gently closing her lips around the swollen head. One hand cupped the lower half of his shaft, steadying him as she slowly drew him deep into her throat, while she used the other to stroke his sac.
Using his hands, Sam urged her into a slow rhythm. The heat of her mouth, the soft silkiness of her tongue gliding over him, up and down again and again quickly drove him to the brink. He tried to push her away, close to losing control, but Amy continued the sweet torture. It felt way too good. Giving in, Sam's hips thrust upward in unison with her mouth. He shuddered and groaned loudly as his fingers clutched desperately at her hair. His cock pulsed and throbbed and he poured himself into her as the intense orgasm exploded throughout his body.
It took a moment for Sam to open his eyes. He saw Amy gazing up at him, self-satisfaction written all over her face and it sent a rush of excitement through him. He'd be happy to take that as a challenge.
"It's your turn now." he said gruffly.
Sam stripped off his shirt and then made quick work of her clothing, tossing them aside before pulling her onto the bed with him. Pinning her smaller body beneath his, he nibbled at her lips before slipping his tongue inside to draw her into a slow heated kiss. Sam skimmed a hand over the side of her face, along the slender column of her throat and down to capture a soft mound. His thumb rubbed over an already taut nipple, causing Amy to moan softly into his mouth.
But he was only beginning. His mouth followed the path his hand had taken, leaving a hot wet trail as it moved south. Amy's breathing grew rapid as Sam's tongue swirled and teased along her feverish skin, until finally reaching her breasts. He covered them in light kisses and gentle bites before finally taking one of the hardened nubs and sucking deeply on it.
Amy lurched upward, her hands grasping at Sam's head and shoulders in an attempt to pull him even closer. Her need for him was already more than she could stand.
"Sam, please!" she urged.
Lifting his head, Sam slowly shook it as he gave Amy a sheepish grin. "You didn't show me any mercy."
Her brown eyes opened wide, but she returned the smile. "Okay then. I think I can handle whatever you...ooooh!" Her words quickly faded as Sam's body shifted off hers and his fingers slid down her stomach to ease in between her legs.
"What was that, Amy?" He strummed her clit as his head dipped down so his tongue could lap at her breast.
Amy tried to answer but all that escaped her lips was a mumbled stream of incoherent sounds. Her nails dug into his flesh as her body clamored for release from the delicious onslaught.
"More? Okay." His body slid along hers as his mouth sought to replace his fingers. The journey down was slow as he nibbled and nipped his way over her tummy before finally reaching the soft curls of her mound.
Amy inhaled sharply as she felt the heat of his mouth cover her. Stretching her arms above her head, she grabbed handfuls of the blanket, squeezing tightly as Sam began to devour her. His hot breath and wet tongue swept her along on a tempestuous ride. Immense pleasure mixed with an unbearably aching need for fulfillment.
Long fingers eased inside her while Sam's tongue continued its erotic dance. Amy moaned softly and writhed beneath him as he pulled out, only to thrust deeply in again and again. She wanted it to last forever. The feeling was so intense, so pure and perfect. But the combination of his fluttering tongue and sleek fingers was more than she could handle and she couldn't hold on. She went over the top, crying out as she was carried away - a blinding light bursting behind her eyes, her body shattered within the burning flames of passion.
Sam rested his head against her chest and listened to her shallow breaths and pounding heartbeat. He was hard again, wanting now to drive into her, to feel her heat around him. Her fingers wound through his hair and she gently tugged until he raised his head.
"More." she whispered.
It was all Sam needed to hear. He started to pull himself up, anxious to bury himself within her, but a sudden pounding on the door put a quick end to his plans.
"AMY!" The door flew open and Leah burst in, followed by Dean. "Are you okay? We thought we heard a scream and..."
There was a shocked look on all four of their faces as the realization of what was going on hit each of them and they all froze. Not one of them knew what to say.
TBC
