"Brian! Brian!" She heard Dean's voice.
Her eyes shot open, seeing someone on top of her in the dark of her room.
She reached up to shove him off, but he caught her hands. "Brianna." He whispered as loudly as he dared.
He pulled her thigh over his hip, rolling them over on the floor so she was on top of him. The tv illuminated them enough to see Dean underneath her.
She stopped fighting him. "What the fuck?" She whispered, checking to see her door open.
"I heard something so I came to check on you. You were tossing and thrashing all over the place." He told her, releasing her hands. "I went to pull you towards the middle of your bed so you wouldn't fall and you jerked away so hard that you fell anyway."
She sat up straight, sitting back on Dean's lap as she used her fingers to comb her hair out of her face.
He was wearing a black tshirt and boxers. His short hair was in odd angles from laying down.
She was wearing a band t-shirt she had had for years that was obviously small for her, and some white lace panties.
He chuckled nervously, "You're cold." He commented, seeing her nipples poke through her shirt. Reaching over and grabbing her comforter off of her bed, pulling it tight around her shoulders.
Dean grabbed her waist, lifting her so that she was on his stomach instead of his lap.
She looked down at him curiously.
Pulling her forward had caused his shirt to ride up so that she was sitting on his bare stomach.
His skin was hot against her thighs and the bottom of her panties.
She looked down at him, at the nervous look on his face. The look in his eyes wasn't nervous, it was the same almost hungry look he had given her in Nebraska.
She moved her hips back down to his lap, leaning down and bracing herself on her hands which she placed on either side of his head.
His body clenched underneath her, his head tipping back so that he was looking at the dresser instead of her.
Brianna could feel him underneath her now, pressing into her through both of their clothing.
His hands were fists on the carpet on either side of them.
Rotating her hips against him, she watched as he groaned, still not looking at her.
Dropping forward on her elbows, she pressed her shirt against his, pressing her lips to the side of his neck.
One of his hands found its way to her thigh.
She kissed his neck again, just a bit higher than the previous one.
His fingers dug into her thigh, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.
"Dean?" She whispered in a soft voice, kissing his neck again.
He didn't respond, holding still underneath her.
She could feel the reaction between her legs, him getting harder as he pressed into her.
She kissed the bottom of his jaw this time, running her lips across the sharp bone that angled underneath the skin.
Dean snapped, his hand on her thigh sliding up until his fingers were underneath the lace. His other hand went to her upper back, holding her still as he tilted his head down and caught her lips with his own.
She tangled her fingers into his short hair as she pressed her hips towards his.
He groaned into her mouth, sitting up as he continued to hold onto her.
She pulled back enough to look at his face. "The door." She mumbled, remembering that it was open.
He glanced over her shoulder, remembering her dad across the hall and his downstairs.
She took her legs from around his, getting up and shutting the door as quietly as she could, flipping the lock. She went to the tv and turned up the volume a little higher.
Dean was still sitting on the floor where she had left him.
She stepped over him, sitting on her bed. "You just going to stay down there?"
He knelt on the floor, moving towards her. He stopped between her knees, running his fingers up her thighs to her underwear. Leaning forward before she could stop him, he pressed his lips to the center of her white panties.
She dug her nails into his shoulder through the shirt, gasping.
He watched her face, moving her panties aside with his fingers, he admired the smooth, shaved skin underneath them.
"Dean." She gasped, trying to close her knees as she got self-conscious of him looking at her.
He pressed his finger to his lips briefly, "Shhhh." He pressed his finger against her entrance, already wet.
She laid down across her bed, meeting his eyes before he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue.
Brianna covered her mouth to keep from making a sound. His mouth was so warm against her skin, and he knew exactly where to press his tongue to make her squirm.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her while he ran his tongue up her slip, making sure to catch her clit between his lips.
Her hips bucked against his face, causing him to chuckle before lowering his face and pushing his tongue inside of her.
A sqeak made its way around her fingers and he pressed his tongue as far into her as he could, juices dripping down his chin as they flowed out of her.
The man though about how sweet she tasted, hoping his damnedest that he was doing this right. The way she tightened around his tongue told him that he was.
Running his tongue against her lips, he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, bringing a finger to press into her. Moving his finger inside of her tight pussy, he rubbed her clit with his tongue, playing with up-down motions and circles to see which ellicited a better reation.
Suddenly her entire body stopped moving, her abs tightening as her walls closed around his finger. He chuckled against her clit, which caused even more juice to leak out of her onto his hand.
He kept playing with her body until she relaxed, panting quietly to regain her breathing.
Moving up her body, he looked down at her pouting face, her dark hair spread against the sheets and her too-small shirt being pulled even tighter across her breasts and hard nipples.
She leaned up, grabbing his shirt in her hands and attempting to pull it over his head.
He caught her hands. "Bri."
She looked at him, trying to pull her hands away.
"Brianna, no." He told her.
Her face contorted with hurt as she looked at him.
"Not like this." He told her, "Your Dad is across the hallway, mine's downstairs. I'm not going to have a quickie with you while we try not to make a sound." He took her face in his hands. "Believe me, I want to hear you scream the next time I taste you. I want you to scream my name like it's the only word left in your brain."
She bit her lip, leaning forward. "Dean." She moaned in his ear.
He groaned, "Just like that."
She moved back onto her bed, setting her head on the pillows.
He stood, his boner still obvious in his boxer shorts. He took her comforter off of the floor, tossing it over her.
Her hurt was washed away by exhaustion as he tucked her back into her bed. "No more nightmares, please."
She nodded, looking up at him.
He leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips one last time.
She tasted something on his lips that wasn't there before, and blushed as she realized that her juice was drying on his face.
He ran his hand over her hair, kissing her forehead before going to her door and unlocking it, letting himself out.