Chapter 12 - Safe 'til Sunup
Kaitlyn heard a text come through on her phone as she was rushing out the door.
- u comin over tonight? -
"Shit." Kaitlyn muttered to herself. A last-minute call from The Kitten Club had completely distracted her from the increasingly flirtatious text conversation with Roman. Instead of typing a hasty reply, she decided to call him.
"Hey." he greeted her, sounding pleasantly surprised that she went to the effort of calling him.
The moment she heard his voice on the line, she regretted saying yes to Layla.
"Heeey." Kaitlyn greeted him softly, making it obvious she had some bad news. "I got called into work last minute."
"Aww, that sucks." Roman replied, his voice full of sympathy.
"I knowww, Layla needed a sub."
"Has Layla ever covered for you?"
"Yeah," Kaitlyn assured him, smiling on her end of the call. "She's really good about being there for everyone."
"Alright, I won't complain too much then."
"You better not." Kaitlyn warned him.
"Will you be too tired to come over after work?"
"Tired and gross, yeah."
"Wanna hang out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, let's do that."
"Well alright then." Roman replied, problem solved.
"Thanks for understanding."
"Were you really gonna come over tonight if you didn't have to work?"
"Mmm," Kaitlyn groaned. She could picture his teasing smile. "Don't make me answer that. It's hard enough knowing I have to go to work."
Roman chuckled. "I don't want to make you feel bad."
"I do feel bad, though. I bet I had you all worked up..."
"I don't mind a little anticipation. I'm just gonna go twice as crazy on you tomorrow night."
Kaitlyn grinned. "Ohhh my god..."
"What?" Roman laughed.
"Nothing..." said Kaitlyn. "I'll tell you tomorrow night."
"Don't be late to work."
"Bye, Roman." Kaitlyn sing-songed.
While Kaitlyn hopped in her car to go to work, Dean and AJ got into the Mustang and drove away from Little Toni's, into the night.
By the time they got to Dean's house, he was trying to be clever about getting a kiss, but he didn't need to be clever. AJ already wanted to kiss him, and when he pulled the car into its space in the garage, she did. It was quiet in the garage, and it felt safe there. AJ felt safe with Dean. She kissed him sweetly at first, and then not so sweetly. The way he kissed back, AJ knew - she decided - that it was not going to stop there. But they could stay in the car for a little while. She smiled to herself every time she thought about Dean asking his father to borrow the car. He'd admitted as much, with a wry smile of his own. They had to honor its magic powers somehow.
They lost track of the time, and it didn't matter. They had the entire night to themselves if they wanted to spend it together. AJ moved closer, without breaking their kiss. Dean grinned and made a sound like a satisfied purr when he realized she was moving onto his lap. They had to break the kiss then, for AJ to slide her right leg over his lap while Dean subtly reached for the lever that would ease the seat back a few inches. She smiled down at him, her face inches away from his. Her long hair brushed his shoulders when he slouched back and adjusted his hips. She lowered her lips to his and kissed him again, her hips following slowly. His hands were on her hips, pulling her gently toward him. She resisted, enjoying the feeling of his hands gripping the waist of her jeans. She arched her back, not quite putting her weight on him yet. Their eyes were closed and their kisses were getting sloppy again. Dean's hands slid lower, and AJ moved her hips further away from his lap, encouraging him to give her ass a squeeze. Her jeans were so tight they were like a second skin, so it was a very good squeeze. Dean grunted quietly, a caveman response, and AJ arched her back even more, kissing him deeper. He was squeezing her ass so tightly she thought he might toss her over his head and into the back seat.
They paused the deep, wet kisses when AJ spread her knees just enough to slowly lower herself onto Dean's lap. AJ mewled softly when she felt him through their two pairs of jeans. She moved her hips forward, easing the arch in her back. He pulled on her, pushed his hips up against her, and she gave him no resistance this time. She sighed and moaned quietly, still shy vocally even in the solitude of the car in the closed garage, matching the pull of his arms and the soft thrusting of his hips with her own grinding motion, teasing his erection until he was as hard as he was going to get. She had her entire body pressed against his, her head bowed beside the head rest while he sucked softly on her neck and collar bone.
AJ was dizzy by the time Dean asked her inside.
The house was dark and quiet like the garage. Dean assured her they had the place to themselves all night, that his dad was working. It was right back to kissing after that - against the front door, up the stairs, down the hallway and on Dean's bed. His hands went up her shirt, unhooking her bra and pulling the straps down for access. AJ reached for him, rubbing him through his jeans as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He pressed her against the bed, and she wrapped her limbs around his neck and naked torso, clinging to him like a spider monkey so he could stand, lift her up and lay back down with her on top of him.
When she landed on his lap again, AJ felt herself smiling. Her bra was on the floor next to Dean's bed. Dean was on his back, looking up at her with that look of his - so pleased with himself, but equally pleased that she chose to be there with him. Dean reached up and brushed his thumbs against her hardened nipples, seeing if he could get them any harder. His own hardness was pressing against his jeans, threatening to bust the seams if AJ's smile got any prettier. She placed her hands on top of his, pulling him closer, encouraging another squeeze. She moaned - a little louder now that they were in the bedroom - and her hips matched the squeezing motion.
The tape wrapped around his knuckles was rough, but she didn't mind it.
AJ slid her hands down his arms. She could barely wrap her fingers around his biceps, they were too big. She could feel them flex every time he squeezed her. She flexed her core and thigh muscles to match, rubbing herself forward and back on top of him. His hands slipped away from her breasts. Starting at her hips, he unbuttoned her jeans, then slid his hands up under her tank top, over her flat stomach, back to her breasts and the hard nipples that he wedged softly between his first and middle fingers as he squeezed again and again. Eventually AJ pulled her tank top over her head, not minding the cool air with Dean's hot hands on her skin. She leaned down to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her neck gently in place as he moved his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth. He licked at it, and sucked on it, and grabbed her ass with his free hand.
Her jeans were starting to slip down; she didn't mind that either. Dean slipped both hands past the waist, got a good grip on both cheeks and squeezed hard, pulling her against him so hard she moaned at the feeling. AJ kissed him lightly on the lips, teasing his face upward when he wanted more. She took a moment to look into his eyes, all the while grinding her hips against his, feeling his hard cock between her legs as he moved against her, simulating the slow fuck they wanted to give each other.
Dean placed her beside him on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow. He pulled on the zipper of her jeans, and she helped him push her pants down her legs. Once they were gone AJ curled up beside him, pulling him by the neck into another kiss. She was tiny in his arms but she had curves, and he moved his hands over all of them. Dean's thick fingertips traced a line up her thighs and nudged her legs apart. She lifted one leg to give him access, resting her knee on his waist. She ran her hand down his arm, anticipating the moment when he'd touch her for the first time.
"Do you have condoms?" she whispered. She'd joked about it with her best friend, but now AJ wished she'd brought her own.
"Yeah." Dean answered, relieved that he'd remembered to pick some up.
AJ replied with another deep kiss. Dean felt a small hand messing with the button and zipper on his jeans, slipping inside, searching for a way into his boxers. When she found the opening she slipped her hand inside a second layer and stroked him free of his clothes. Dean pushed his fingers under the fabric of her underwear, pushing it aside. She'd made it clear that she wanted this, and the wetness he found - the way she moaned when he touched her and spread it all over so every inch was slick and slippery with it - told him to keep going.
She was ready, but she needed a little help. When one of his fingers moved to her entrance she drew back a little and touched his wrist. She wasn't a virgin, she explained, she was just naturally tight and wanted him to go slow. Dean kissed her and told her not to worry. Then he smiled. He had a solution he thought she would appreciate.
With a speed that made AJ giggle, Dean lifted her by the waist and pulled her underwear down her legs. She barely had to help, he could gently manhandle her tiny frame just fine. Then, just as quickly, he laid back down on his back and had her take a seat on his stomach.
"Do you trust me?" he asked again, looking up at her.
AJ smiled and nodded, mussed hair falling around her face. Dean grinned, slipped his arms under her thighs and lifted her. With a tiny yelp, AJ was suddenly straddling his face instead. Her laughter quickly turned into moaning when she felt his tongue, his lips, his entire mouth kissing her between her legs. She slid her knees apart, easing herself closer to his face, moaning every time his tongue traced another circle. She was trying not to suffocate him but fuck, it felt good. She was completely naked on top of him, and even if she wanted to ease up, Dean had a grip on her thighs, keeping her close. As he pressed his tongue deeper into her folds, AJ had to lean over so she was on her hands and knees, and he adjusted to the deep grinding motion of her hips, following or going against it, whatever made her moan louder. Yes, she told him, answering a question he didn't have to ask. She whined desperately when he massaged her clit with the flat side of his tongue, and moaned each time he went back to her entrance, which was less and less tight now. He lapped slowly at the wetness still coming out of her, taking his time. After a good while, she buried her head in his pillows, whisper-whining that she was going to come. He slowed down, teasing her, making her entire body heat up again before she said it again a few minutes later.
Dean groaned in pleasure, feeling her thighs tensing up. He could have laid there eating her out all night. He liked the wild side she was letting out, the dirty words she was saying, the ones his mouth was making her say. He was going to make her come so he could be inside her.
AJ starting shaking, rubbing her clit along his tongue until it started. She lost control for a few moments, when her body lit up and released pleasure in every part of her. Somewhere between the first cry of pleasure and her last full body shudder, the tip of Dean's tongue started pressing into her gently, exploring deeper. AJ lifted her upper body, easing her weight off of his face, and positioned herself so Dean could get a better taste. Petting his hair, she looked down; she couldn't see his mouth from this angle but his eyes were grinning at her. She grinned back, cheeks flushed, ready to return the favor.
He helped lift her down to his waist, and AJ wiped his mouth off before kissing him gratefully. Her long brown hair brushed against his chest as she crawled backward, peppering kisses down his torso. She licked at his abs like a kitten, moaning softly. Dean had remained hard the entire time he'd been opening her up, and the thought of being inside her in any way made his erection pulse almost painfully. Laying flat, he craned his neck to watch her, a small frame with a perfect ass that floated in the air just beyond her smooth back. His view was interrupted when she straightened to pull his boxers down his legs.
"Time for a little payback." she joked. He grinned and let her do the work this time. Once she'd tossed his boxers to the floor, she flipped her hair to one side and gave his cock a hungry look. She wrapped a hand around it, stroking him softly, glancing up at his face as she bent down to give it a lick.
Dean's mouth hung open slightly, his breath ragged. She licked him slowly from base to head, tasting the bead that had gathered at the tip like it was made of sugar. Without warning, AJ wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and dropped her head down, taking as much in as she could. Her hand covered the rest. Dean moaned and watched her head bob up and down a few times before reaching down to stroke her hair. AJ moaned back, her hand becoming slippery as she covered his cock with saliva. She built up a rhythm, and Dean lifted himself onto one elbow, caressing the back of her head softly at first, then pushing, then holding a handful of her hair. She gave him control and let him guide her, filling her mouth again and again, until he pulled gently the other way and told her to come here...
Dean sat up, and AJ crawled closer, straddling his lap.
"I wanna fuck you." Dean told her, looking into her eyes. AJ felt his stiff, slippery cock resting against her belly and she lifted herself, rubbing her sex against his shaft. She wanted it too. Dean's eyelids got heavier, and he moaned. "I wanna fuck you..." he said again. She bowed her head and kissed him, moaning sweetly and lapping at his tongue with her own. He tugged on her hips, his cock dangerously close to slipping inside of her on its own. She didn't want to let him go, but the condoms were in the dresser next to his bed, so he brought her with him as he reached a long arm to the top drawer.
They put it on together; Dean made sure it was situated right and AJ stroked it down, making sure it would stay on. With her hands resting lightly on his shoulders, AJ knelt, straddling him. Dean sat up with one hand on her hip and the other touching her between her legs. She was still dripping wet, and he traced a line along each soft fold. When he pressed a fingertip into her, she didn't stop him that time. She was still tight, but ready. Two fingertips, teasing her; he didn't want to push an entire finger in with his knuckles taped up, but he wanted to ease her open. AJ whined and moaned, her torso moving up and down, slowly and softly. Dean's slightly open mouth curved into a smile. When he asked if she was ready, AJ answered with a breathless yes. Her hands squeezed his shoulders, and together they eased him into her. Dean's groan came out as a strained chuckle, and he swore gently at the feeling. His hands gripped her waist, and she moved her hips in a soft circle, taking him in an inch at a time. She answered his moaning with her own whimpered moans, lifting herself up if it got too intense too fast.
When their hips were flush and he was buried inside her, AJ pushed him onto his back. Dean was all smiles when she began to work her hips against him. She placed her hands against his chest for leverage and used her entire body until his smile was gone and he was moaning with every thrust of her hips. He started to thrust back, holding her hips in place and shoving himself inside her. AJ cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity even though her body was craving it. Sliding in and out of her at that rapid pace, Dean swore again and again. He was going to come soon, AJ could feel it too, and when he suddenly lifted his upper body off the bed and wrapped an arm around her waist, AJ put her arms around his neck and hugged him close.
The arm around her waist held her tight so she wouldn't bounce away at his final, hard thrusts. He buried his face in her neck, freezing one moment and thrusting harshly again the next. With her mouth right next to his ear, AJ's moans entered Dean's brain just as the orgasm was making it explode from the inside.
AJ's ride was almost over when Dean collapsed back onto his bed, once again grinning up at her and breathing hard. AJ smiled smugly, letting him soften inside her as she bent over to kiss him. While he was still hard, Dean grabbed her hips and pushed up into her one last time, making her cry out before she could reach his mouth. She clenched her muscles in retaliation, pulling on him as he pulled out. Dean coughed out a laugh, smiling as AJ dismounted and laid down beside him. He should have known a feisty girl like AJ would retaliate.
She curled up by herself while Dean took care of the condom, waiting patiently for him to return. When he came back he covered her in wet kisses, licking her everywhere as if he was afraid he'd miss a spot. AJ giggled at the idea and also because she was ticklish in some places. He really did want to know everything about her, every inch.
"Don't!" she giggled when he found her most ticklish spot, the side of her stomach. He gave it a soft bite and relented. He was on top of her now, supporting his own weight but close enough for AJ to feel it. He smiled, and she grinned up at him. Her legs were around his waist, ankles crossed to hold him there.
"You enjoying yourself?" Dean asked.
AJ bit her bottom lip and nodded. "Yes. Just don't tickle me." she warned.
"Or what?" Dean taunted her. AJ's smug smile stayed in place. She slowly tightened her thighs around his waist, gently at first but in a few seconds it was actually tough to breathe.
"Ah...Jesus..." he muttered. Dean clenched his teeth, trying to man up and withstand the pressure of her tiny yet unbelievably strong legs. AJ giggled.
She was strong, but Dean's arms were stronger. He pried one thigh from his side, lifting it up closer to her face. He was surprised that she didn't stop him, and that she didn't even complain when he almost had her leg over her head. She just kept smirking.
"Seriously?" Dean said, his eyes widening as a look of fascination took them over.
"Gymnastics since I was five." AJ told him. "I'm very flexible."
Dean pushed firmly on the underside of her thigh. Mm, AJ moaned softly when he found her limit. The stretch felt nice after all that riding. She lifted her other leg to match, to show him she could do it herself. Dean growled and pressed his face to her neck, biting softly and then kissing her neck.
"I need another condom." he said abruptly, the sound of AJ's giggles following him as he scrambled for the dresser.
Hours later, after they made each other come again, they laid down next to each other to go to sleep. AJ shivered, so he covered their naked bodies with his sheet and blanket. As she curled up to him, Dean glanced toward his bedroom window and noticed the sky was beginning to lighten.
"I was gonna ask if you want to spend the night." he said. "But I think you already did."
"I hope you don't mind." AJ said sleepily. Dean felt her body shake as she giggled silently. They were both thinking about the ways they'd tested AJ's flexibility and how hard they both came, both times.
Dean pulled her closer and shut his eyes. "Nah." he sighed happily.