Motel Loneliness
Dean drove them back to the motel where Jill called the shower first. Afterwards she laid on her bed and turned on the t.v. Her and Dean were finally alone... she couldn't help but smile. She began debating if she should take advantage of it or not She's teased him long enough but the truth was each time she teased him she teased herself more.
Dean got out of the bathroom with his normal bed wear on, which consisted mainly of boxers and... bare skin. The whole time he was washing up he had the same thoughts that ran through Jill's mind. Things between them were good as they were, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it. When he walked out he saw Jill laying in her bed with the remote in her hand. She had her casual boy shorts on and a tight shirt. He never met a girl so comfortable to walk around in that attire with two grown men in the same room before.
"What are you watching?"
"Nothing inparticular."
Dean leaned over Jill and snatched the remote out from her hands. "Good."
"Hey!" There was nothing on anyway. " I'm bored lets play a game."
Dean turned off the t.v and sat on his own bed. "What kind of game?"
"I'll show you." Yea she was going for it, no doubt about it. It was extremely rare for Sam to leave them alone like this and her friend Carla surely wouldn't be around for ever.
Jill slid off her bed and walked in front of Dean, nudging him to move back just a little. When he did Jill climbed on top of his lap in a straddling position.
"What's this game called?" He kept a straight face and grabbed onto Jill's hips. She reflexively pulled his hands away and placed them on his bed.
"Teaser toucher."
"How do we play that?"
"First one to touch the other loses."
"It's got to be harder then that."
"Of course." Jill smiled and gently brushed her lips up against Dean's. "First one to touch the other while kissing loses and does what ever the winner wants, no matter what."
"Fine." Dean pushed his lips against hers locking them in a soft slow kiss.
Dean laid back on the bed and Jill followed. He lifted his hands to cup the back of Jill's neck but quickly pulled away.
"This is, mmm harder then I thought."
"Mmm hmm ." She bit his bottom lip to stop the kissing for a brief second. "No talking."
"Mmm Kay." Demanding, rough, sexy... thank you, thank you, thank you.
This time it was Jill that was caving in. She lifted her hands to touch his body but realized what she was doing and turned her hands into fist, cracking her two thumb fingers. Dean let out a laugh at the sound. Jill decided to crank it up by turning there soft little kiss into a hard intense lip lock. Dean's hands found themselves hovering over Jill back aching to pull her closer. Finally he couldn't hold out any longer, he placed his hands on her hip and slid them upward toward her breast, cupping them and rolling her over onto her back. Jill let him take charge until she pushed him off her.
"I win." she plainly stated, panting like an animal in heat.
"So what do I have to do?"
"You no that fantasy I told the cop?"
"Yeah." He realized it was getting interesting.
"Let's see how good of a role player you are." Jill smiled and pounced off the bed. Dean let out a slightly surprised breath and jolted off after her. He chased her around the room several times before catching her and pinning her down on the bed. He tried to kiss her but she dodged his lips each time with a smile on.
"C'mon stop moving."
"You gotta work for what you want Dean."
"Fine." Dean reached over to the night stand beside the bed and grabbed his belt that he had taken off the previous night.
"What are you- cheater."
"Rapist have props."
Dean tied his belt around her wrist behind her back and grabbed at her face. He kissed her hard and began lifting up her shirt until Jill pulled away with something to say..
"Boo you suck, what kind of rapist is gentle?" She furrowed a brow.
Dean looked at Jill and back down at her shirt. Is she asking me to- Sam needs to leave us alone more often. Dean grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Now he was sure of how she wanted to play and intended on pleasing her. Jill kept up with her role by trying to wiggle away and kept her legs tightly closed. Dean had enough foreplay and decided it was time to give her what they both wanted. Dean kissed her and moved his hip on top of hers. She wasn't giving up the fight, she kept her legs shut tight. Dean pulled away from their kiss and fiercely parted her legs with his hands, pulled her shorts aside, and penetrated her. Jill took a deep breath a little in shock. For a white boy he's huge. She thought. Dean must have still been in his character because each thrust was harder and more painful then the first, non the less pleasurable.
"Dean..." Jill was going to tell him to ease up but decided his rhythm was to good to stop. With each thrust they inched closer and closer to the head board. The desire they had built up for this night surely was exposed in the last thrust that brought them both to the brink.
Dean collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. Jill let him rest on top of her mainly thinking about her legs. Holly crap, my legs are going to KILL me tomorrow. Dean moved over and laid next to Jill on the bed, both of them were out of breath.
"Can you," Jill took in another good deep breath. "untie my hands please?"
"Sure."
Jill rolled onto her side so Dean wouldn't have to move much, he did do all the work. After un tieing her hands Jill took off the remaining pieces of her shirt and threw it on the floor.
"Fun game right?"
"We got to play that again some day." Dean grinned.
"Yea, but right now I could use some sleep." Jill started pushing Dean toward the edge of the bed. "So get off my bed."
"What?"
"I'm just joking. Come here you beast." Jill pulled Dean back to her and rested her head on his chest.
"Night Jill."
"Good night Dean."
