Thigh Riding - Supernatural - Sam Winchester x OFC
They had been sitting in the bunker's library, looking for a case to go on, but finding nothing. Sam was starting to think that maybe there just weren't any cases out there to be found, which was unlikely but still...
Looking up from his laptop, he saw Kayla pull a strand of her brown hair behind her ear and letting a frustrated sigh when she found nothing as well. She had been with them for six months now, after he and Dean had helped her wipe out a vampire's nest and since she had no one to go home to, Sam offered the bunker as her permanent home which she gladly accepted.
What Sam didn't expect was to be attracted to her as much as he was. They would flirt, but neither took the next step. Not that Sam didn't want to, he just wasn't sure if she did. But something had changed in the last few weeks, he wasn't sure what it was, he only knew that she seemed more flirty than usual. They would be in the kitchen, for example, and she would brush herself against him. Or they would be sparring, and she would press herself against his body whenever he held her closer, making him as hard as a rock. Sam was one short moment away from forgetting his manners and just pin her down and do everything he could possibly think of to her.
Kayla must've been feeling watched, because she lifted her gaze towards Sam over her own laptop screen and there was a flicker of something in her eyes that he couldn't quite put a pin on. Sam saw her licking her lips and the thought of having her mouth around his cock crossed his mind so fast he almost became lightheaded.
He lowered his eyes back to his own screen, trying to find something to focus on other than all the thoughts that were running through his head. Sam heard her chair scuffle the ground but forced himself to keep his eyes down. He didn't want her to think he had anything in his mind, other than the search for a case.
Kayla walked up to him and he only noticed it because she had asked him something. He was so much in his own head he didn't even listen.
- "What? I'm sorry, I was focused on something else." – Sam said, hoping she wouldn't noticed how unfocused he really was.
- "I was asking if you had found something. I'm coming up empty on my side." – Kayla asked, leaning over and placing a hand on his shoulder.
- "No, nothing yet."
- "Let me try something." – Kayla quickly pulled him back a bit so she could sit on his thigh.
Sam hoped she couldn't feel the effect she was having on him. That simple action, sitting on his thigh with her legs apart on each side, was enough for him to start to harden. He was praying to every god and deity he could think of that she wouldn't feel it, or this would be embarrassing.
He felt her readjusting on his leg and a breath caught in his throat. If she moved back a few more inches, she would for sure feel just how hard he was. Kayla however didn't seem bothered with the situation. She kept typing as if it was totally normal for her to be sitting on his thigh like that.
Sam wanted nothing more than to be able to have her right there over the table, but he knew he would probably get his ass kicked if he did. But the more she moved, the harder it was for him to think straight. So, taking a chance, he placed his hand on her waist, which up until then had been laying flat on the side of his chair.
He expected her to move uncomfortably, but she didn't even flinch at his touch. If anything, she leaned on it, moving her hip slightly towards his hand. Sam decided to try something, to see what her reaction would be. Squeezing her waist slightly, he waited. She pulled herself closer to him in response. When she did that, Sam was sure she had felt how hard he was, because she adjusted herself, so her thigh was pressing down on his cock.
He gave her another squeeze, waiting to see what she would do now. Kayla moved up and down his thigh once, rubbing herself on it, almost as if testing if he would be okay with it. Sam caught her reflection on the laptop screen and saw her smirking. It was now clear to him that she wanted him as much he wanted her.
Squeezing again, this time with a bit harder, he hoped she understood what he wanted. She seemed to understand, because she started moving as soon as he let up the squeeze, rubbing herself against his thigh.
Kayla smiled at the squeeze. She could tell that just having her sitting on his thigh, was enough to get his blood going and she would be lying if she said that it did nothing to her. She had been having a hard time focusing on finding a case, letting a frustrated sigh as a result, simply because she was too turned on to focus on anything other than the man in front of her and how wet she was with all the images that would flash in her mind of all the things they could be doing to each other, instead of finding a new case.
So, when she felt that harder squeeze on her waist, she knew he wanted it as bad as she did. Rubbing herself on his thigh was what she hoped the beginning of something. She started out slow, half expecting him to stop her and being the gentleman he had always been from the first time they met. But he didn't and that surprised her. Now she wanted to see how long it would take for him to actually do something.
Kayla stopped typing and grabbed the edge of the table to get a bit more traction. Sam was taller than her, so sitting on his thigh she was only reaching the floor with her toes, almost as if she were wearing heels. Gaining that much-needed traction was just what was necessary for her to start rubbing herself a little faster.
She could hear the breath hitching in his throat when she picked up the speed and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips when she did so. Kayla could feel him tense up his thigh at that and smiled, feeling his cock twitch against her own thigh as well.
The feeling of his thigh rubbed her center was something Kayla had never felt before. She was never this forward when it came to sex, but it felt so good that she knew she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Sam didn't know what to do. He knew he wanted her to keep going, no matter how much his cock was hurting from being restraint in his jeans, but at the same time he wanted to fuck her senseless. He decided to wait.
Sam still had one hand on her waist, now grabbing it tightly to help her keep her rhythm, the other he decided to place it on her thigh, rubbing it up and down following her own movement. Kayla had rested her back against his chest and was moaning so softly that Sam thought for a moment she had forgotten about him.
That is until she grabbed the hand that was on her thigh and brought it to her breasts, squeezing them with his hand under hers. Sam realized then that she was giving him permission to touch her and wasn't going to let it go to waste.
Playing with her breasts, he fondled one while kissing her neck. She moaned his name and he barely held off from throwing her on the table. He wanted to see if she could make herself come simply by riding his thigh.
Sneaking his hand under her shirt, he pulled her bra aside and massaged her nipple, making her moan even more. He took her hold breast in his hand, massaging, pinching, doing everything he could think of. Meanwhile, Kayla was rubbing herself harder and faster, telling him to keep going.
She let go of the table with one hand and placed it on his cock, pressing down gently. Sam moaned at the contact, grabbing her breast harshly without really thinking. He heard her hitch a breath before moaning out his name.
The pressure on his cock quickly became a rub and Sam knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to give him some release before she had her own. Sam didn't stop her, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long.
She rode his thigh faster, telling him that she was close. The faster she rode his thigh, the faster her hand rubbed his cock. He could feel he was close to and told her.
- "Come for me, Kayla. Come on. Let me see you come."
- "Fuck Sam. I'm close, I'm so fucking close."
- "Kayla, you're gonna make me come. Come with me, baby girl. Come on."
Kayla couldn't answer. She hit her high and screamed his name when she did. He had to admit, hearing that was what made him come as well.
They were both panting, coming down from their collective high together. Sam smiled, he never thought she would do something like that, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't thoroughly enjoy it. He felt Kayla move and looked down at her. She was looking back at her with a somewhat worried expression in her eyes.
He was sure he knew what was worrying her. Leaning down he kissed her softly, reassuring her that everything was alright and that he enjoyed it. She smiled when they broke the kiss, her cheeks flushed, and stood up.
Sam didn't know what she was going to do, if she was just going to leave or what, so when she grabbed his hand, making him stand up, and follow her. They stopped at her room door and she looked back at him waiting for an answer. He nodded and she opened the door, walking inside with him.
They spent the rest of the day in her bed, tracing every inch of each other's body. It wasn't until Dean came knocking on her door, announcing dinner was ready, that they broke free from each other and came out from her room. The rest? Well, as they say, the rest is history.