Pulling up to her house, Breanna started getting nervous. As she put the car in park in the drive way she saw Dean sitting on the stairs to her porch. The liquid courage she had an hour earlier started to wear off as she turned the car off and got out, quietly shutting the door behind her.
"How prompt of you Dean Winchester! You're even early." Not wanting him to know that she was nervous.
"Yeah, I like to be on time when it comes to something as.. Important as you." Said trying to talk her up as much as possible. Knowing if he does there is no way she can say no to him.
Walking past him to unlock the door and walking through she peeks around her left shoulder seeing him staring at her ass. She shook her head to herself. "Let me go get cleaned up, make yourself comfortable. Get a couple drinks while you're at it too."
"Anything you say..." He said in almost a whisper, eyes never leaving her backside. He didn't know what it was about her. He had seen girls with great bodies, maybe it was the fact she didn't know how good she looked. Most good looking girls knew it and acted like snobs. No matter what, he couldn't stop imagining how great she would look bent over in front of him.
Walking over to her fridge he grabbed a couple beers out looking over her place now that it was completely furnished. It looked so.. homely. Sitting down as he took a sip of his beer and sat hers down he started looking through one of her photo albums she had on the coffee table.
Upstairs she had taken off her beer covered clothes and shoes. Stood in front of her full length mirror in her room and kept telling herself, "You can do this, you can do this." Over and over. It wasn't everyday that she got to maybe have sex with a hot mechanic. She was pretty sure this was a porn she had saw before. With a small chuckle to herself she headed to the bathroom to "freshen up". Fixed up her make up a little bit, took her hair out of the pony tail it was in, made sure it looked decent. Then she changed into a matching bra and panty set, it was lacy and a dark blue that looked great against her pale skin. Making sure her legs among other things were smooth and hair free just in case. She put on a black spaghetti strap shirt. It showed enough of her cleavage to get him interested with out her seeming slutty she thought. Then a pair of plaid sleeping shorts that fit her tight over the ass, knowing he seemed to like looking at it he would appreciate it.
Coming down the stairs she sees him flipping through one of the photo albums she had left on the table. Waiting until she got right by the couch before she made herself known. "Hope you don't mind me putting on my pajamas." His eyes working his way up her body stopped at her breasts.
"Oh, I actually prefer it. Although, I did like what you were wearing to sleep in the other day." Winking to her as she sat down grabbing her beer and taking a big swig of it.
Remembering that he saw her not only in a white tank top with no bra but also in just boy shorts she felt a little embarrassed. Despite her trying to seem sure of herself, she wasn't at all.. Almost ever.
Dean could tell she was uncomfortable by the way she quickly looked away. "You have nothing and I mean nothing to worry about." Dean said sort of dragging out the second nothing. Indicating that he liked what he saw.
"Ha, well.. I think I want something stronger than beer. What do you think?" A combination of fear and anxiety taking over her. She stands up, taking another big sip of her beer trying to finish it off before heading into the kitchen.
"I really like.. those shorts." Her eyes cutting back to Dean, "I thought you might.." She followed with a laugh not giving him time to say anything, "Makers okay?"
"Anything you want sounds great to me." Never looking away from her body. Dean still wasn't really sure what it was about her. Maybe because she was a challenge that he was more than willing to accept.
She comes back over to him and hands him his drink. He takes a quick swig and sits in on the coffee table with a hungry look in his eye. Seeing this she takes a big drink, almost choking her up she lets out a small cough afterwards. He grins at her and moves closer. She gulps down the rest of the bourbon in her cup.
"Refill?" She goes to get up and he grabs her arm. This small touch sending chills throughout her body.
"How about you just relax a little, baby." He grabs the empty glass from her and sits it on the table in front of her.
He moves his hand up to her face, brushing her cheek. He slowly turns her a starts rubbing her shoulders, letting some of her tension out. It feeling so good to her, he was really good with his hands. After a minute the liquor must have started working, because in that moment all of her fears left her. She turned to face him and smiled a little.
"Fuck it.." And she moved in to kiss him, almost taking him off guard.
He was already so hot for her after the make out session yesterday.. then seeing her earlier at the bar taking shots and ordering him around. Now seeing her in barely anything, he almost couldn't take it anymore. Excited for the kiss Dean deepened it and moved his tongue into her mouth. They kissed furiously for a while before she mustered up the courage to straddle him. Feeling his denim clad erection hitting her warmth she let out a small moan.
Breaking the kiss she moved to his neck and started kissing then made her way up to his ear whispering, "I'm glad to see you're still hard for me."
She couldn't believe she had said it and he literally almost came as the words as her breath not only tickled his ear which was his soft spot but he didn't think she was capable of saying dirty stuff. With that he groaned loudly and flipped her onto her back on the couch so swiftly she almost didn't even noticed what happened. He sat up ripping his shirt off over his head showing off all of his toned and tanned body.
"You're fucking kidding me.." Escaped her lips. Not even meaning to speak out loud her eyes go up to his seeing what his reaction will be. He smiled down at her as her hands make their way over his chest down his abs, never missing a muscle. Loving the praise he was getting and wanting to share some with her he makes his way to her neck. Kissing all over and stopping right above her breasts now it was her turn to let out a moan. Smiling against her skin he starting working his way down her breasts. Throwing her head back in ecstasy knowing this is just the beginning, but she can't help how she's feeling. He moves down her body so his mouth is on the skin being shown at bottom of her shirt near the top of her shorts she gasps, not remembering the last time a man's mouth had touched her at such an intimate place. His hands on her hips he starts working the shirt up. Kissing the new skin being shown until he makes it to her bra. She felt a little bit of nerves hitting her again but she tried to push them away as he slowly pulled the shirt off of her completely.
He looks down at her in nothing but her bra as his hand slowly traced up her soft stomach then worked it's way from the front of her to her back. She arched involuntarily as his hand worked up her spine. When he got to the strap of her bra he undid it skillfully. She shuddered and wrapped her fingers in the hair on the back of his head to pull his mouth to hers and kisses him passionately. It's almost as if when she kisses him she forgets how wrong all of this is. He breaks away from the kiss after a couple of minutes to finish taking off her bra and looks over her body approvingly.
"You know you're sexy as fuck right?" Dean asks rhetorically. He noticed a small amount of pink fill her cheeks and he smiles to himself before going back to praise her body.
He grabs each of her breasts in his hands and gently starts to work them with the palm of his hands. He leans in the valley between them and starts laying light kisses. She can't believe how easy he is being with her, how sensual. She thought he was a rip your clothes off, fuck your brains out and leave kind of guy. This was refreshing and unexpected to her. He moved to the right, placing kisses the entire way until he made it to her nipple. He takes it into his mouth and starts slowly moving his tongue around the sensitive flesh. Making her moan as ripples of pleasure flow through her body. As her nipple hardened he took it between his teeth slightly nibbling on it. She glances down with a look of pure pleasure on her face. Her eyes meeting with those all too familiar green eyes. He pulled up a little pulling her nipple with his teeth a little rougher but she loved it. With a moan she thrust her hips up, needing him to touch her. He never breaks eye contact and starts working his was town her. She can't manage to watch him kiss down her, she's already wet enough. If she gets teased anymore before he touches her where she needs him to she's going to burst. Dean makes it past her navel, laying small kisses just above her shorts. She involuntarily thrusts up, her body telling him to hurry up.
Dean chuckles, "Is this what you're wanting baby?"
One of his hands lightly touching her hot sex through the underwear and the shorts. Making her moan out, "Yes!"
He smiles at her, eyes never leaving her face. Enjoying every second of torturing her as he slowly pulls the shorts down he kicks them off to the side not caring where they land. She grabs the back of his head again, tangling her fingers in the short spiky locks. Finally making eye contact again.
"Dean, please.. I need you." Hoping it would hurry him off.
"Anything you say baby." He quickly works her panties off her and glides he hands over the slit making her shudder.
That's when a loud knock on the door stops everything. She would have thought she was waking up from another inappropriate dream if the knock wouldn't have been followed by "Dean?! Are you there?! Dean!"
"Oh my god. It's Sam, Dean. What is he doing here?!" She whispers to him. Knowing there is no way Sam could hear them but she's starting to panic and thinks that whispering will help.
"I don't have a clue but I'm going to fucking kill him." Dean gets up angrily not even putting a shirt on.
Breanna grabs a blanket off the back of the couch and throws it over her. Sinking into the couch hoping Sam won't be able to see over the back of it and notice the position she's in.
Yanking the door open, "What, Sammy?! I'm kind of busy here." Breanna almost laughs at how raspy and sexually aggravated he just sounds. There is no telling how he looks.
"Wow.. Just wow Dean." Sam says in disbelief.
Pulling himself together, "Uh, "someone" just called about a uh..job.. and I went to your room and you weren't there. I called and called you but you never answered. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.." Sam looking over the couch finally catching Bree making a small peek over the couch.
"Yeah, doing fine. I'll catch up with you tomorrow." Dean tries shutting the door but Sam puts his hand in the way.
"Well hello Breanna." Sam says with a smirk on his face.
"Uh.. Hi Sam.." She says sheepishly, now starting to blush.
"Dude seriously.. this is a bad time." Dean says, really over his brother being a cock block right now.
"Okay, well I'm sorry to break this up." Sam says not looking too sorry, "But Dean.. We need to leave first thing."
"Okay I'll be back in an hour." Dean quickly slams the door not giving Sam time to stop it this time. Then he locks the dead bolt.
Walking back to Breanna, "So where were we, sweet cheeks?"
"You guys have a.. job that someone called you about this late?.. I thought you were a mechanic?" Bree sitting up, keeping the blanket over her.
"I am a mechanic, Sammy just means our friend needs some help with something. No big deal." Dean sat on the couch and starting leaning in to kiss her.
"It sounded kind of urgent to me. Why would Sam come over at.." quickly looking at her phone seeing it was almost 2 AM, "2 in the morning if it wasn't urgent?"
"Listen, babe.. I wouldn't say it wasn't a big deal if it was one. I promise, now let's pick up where we left off.. Last I remember you said something about needing me?" Looking deep into her eyes, smiling in an almost sweet manner while leaning in to give her a small kiss on her lips.
"Well.." he gives her small kiss stopping her, "if you," peck, "think it can," peck, "wait.. okay." Finishing her sentence she gives him a little bit deeper of a kiss. She then stands up leaving the blanket on the couch, him with his mouth open staring at her fully naked body.
"Let's go to the bedroom then, leave your pants." She says then leans down with one last peck and makes it up the stairs. Turning around she sees Dean fumbling over his jeans trying to hurry up and get them off. She smiles to herself and makes it to the door of her room before turning back to the stairs.
"You better hurry up Dean or I'm going to start without you!" She giggles then hears hurried footsteps going up the stairs, "You're killing me woman!" Knowing that's exactly what she was hoping for.
Dean makes it into the room in just his boxers and a smile on his face. He sees her laying on a what seems to be huge bed because of how small she is. The bed has a lot of pillows all different shapes and sizes with a big black and white striped comforter. Her laying on the top of it, allowing him to see all over her. He climbs on the bed on top of her holding himself up with his right forearm he uses his left hand to brush her cheek.
"You're beautiful.." Taken back by his words she just stares into his eyes. His eyes never leaving hers for an entire minute. In that moment Breanna realized she had never felt so comfortable with anyone ever. She barely knew this man but he felt like.. home to her. Dean didn't even mean to say it.. He doesn't like chick flick moments but he just already was so drawn to her he just wanted her to know how beautiful she was to him.
"Now let me finish what I started." He said sexually. He starts kissing her neck while his hands traced all over her body. Over her chest, then her breasts, pinching her nipples. Working his kisses down her again, almost mimicking what he to her earlier, except now her clothes were off. Sliding between her legs gets right back to where he was before Sam interrupted.
"This is what you wanted, right baby?" He said teasingly allowing his breath to hit her where she really wanting his tongue.
"Mhmmm." She says as she moan.
"Oh, no. That won't work.. I want you to say yes..that this is what you want." His hand tracing around her, making her spread her legs a little wider. Bree bites her lip, new to this whole dirty talk. Seeing she wasn't budging he gave her one deep lick right across her clit.
"Oh my! Yes, Dean! That's what I want!"
Smiling at his victory he dives right in. Flicking his tongue, then moving it around in circles, then just licking it up and down. Her hips starting to buck into him, turning him on more. Knowing he needed to make her come so he could be inside her. He slowly takes one finger and puts in inside of her tight hole. She lets out a loud moan.
"Fuck!" She calls out feeling herself getting closer.
He works his finger in her a little bit. Removing his mouth from her and looking up at her. "Damn, baby.. You're so wet for me." Dean says almost bragging.
She grabs his head and shoves his face back to her while saying, "Shut the fuck up, Dean. I'm close!"
"Yes ma'am!" Escapes his lips with excitement before going back to working on her clit. He added another finger, his tongue never slowing down. Then his fingers hit that spot in her.
"Oh my god.. oh my god!" Knowing she's getting close he moves his other hand to his hard dick slowing moving his hand on it getting ready to enter her as soon as she's ready for him.
"God, baby.. You're so tight." Trying to stretch her out a little for the inevitable sex they will be having later. After only a few seconds she was reaching her climax.
"Oh my.. Dean! That's it! Don't stop!" Reaching beside her, hands balling up the comforter underneath her as she rode out her orgasm on his face. Him never stopping until she shivered and pulled him up. A huge smile on her face.
"Wow, you're really good at that." She let out breathlessly.
"You taste good." Licking his fingers clean before he gets on top of her, arm on each side of her head then her kissing her hard. The taste of her own juices now in her mouth and he smiles into the kiss a little. Bree decides it's her turn to take charge and pushes him on his back, straddling him. She slowly grinded herself to down a little, allowing his erection to rub her clit a little. A moan coming from both of them simultaneously.
"You're turn." Smiling mischievously.
Dean puts his arms behind his head loving every second of this. She starts kissing on his neck, nibbling on his ears for a second making him shudder. She made a note of how much he seemed to enjoy that spot being shown extra attention. Making him let out a moan which made her work her way down his chest. Hands running over his body, loving the feel of his smooth muscular chest under her fingers and mouth. One of her hands worked down to the elastic of the boxers he was still wearing.
"I think these need to come off.." She said working the other hand down slowly pulling them off. Once they were completely off she took a second to glance at what she was working with. She almost gasps at how well.. impressive he was. Noticing her eyes got a little bigger as she saw him Dean smiled, loving her reaction. Wanting to tease him a little like he had done to her she lightly runs one of her fingers of the top of his thick, hard cock. He let out a light moan making her look up at him and smile.
"What do you want me to do, Dean?" She says locking her eyes with him as the places her entire hand around his erection. Slowly starting to work her hand up and down, being sure not to cause too much friction. She wanted him to suffer a little bit.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean let out at the sudden contact he had been longing for.
"Does it feel good?" She asks slowly tightening her grip.
"Fuck, yes baby." He let out after a moan.
She started moving a little quicker but before he could moan again she stopped and let go immediately. Dean pulled his arms to his side quickly pushing himself on his elbows so he could look at her.
"What are you doing?!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, nothing.." Licking the head just a little, teasing him more.
"Come on baby.. you're killing me."
"Oh, is this what you want?" Licking up his shaft before placing her entire mouth over his now rock hard member.
"Fuck yes! That's what I want." He grunts. She pulls her mouth off then stops to look at him.
"Tell me how bad you want me." She never breaks eye contact but places her mouth over his member again working as far as she can. Tongue flirting with his slit, knowing this is what he wants.
"I want you.. more than anything, baby." His eyes looking at her with nothing but lust. He gives her what she wants so she wants so she continues working up and down.
Bobbing her head, tongue working the entire time, lips almost making it to the base of him. Moans and expletives steadily leaving his mouth until he just can't handle it anymore.
"I need to fuck you." He says while he pulls his member out of her warm mouth.
"Feeling is mutual." She says rolling on to her back waiting for him to get on top. He gladly climbs onto her, positioning himself at her entrance.
"You ready?" He says, knowing he could barely fit two fingers in her that his thickness may be too much for her. She hesitates then shakes her head yes before allowing him to enter her. He starts off gently putting the head in, with that she lets out a moan. He slowly enters more and more of himself into her. Her eyes squeezed shut trying to adjust to his size. His eyes watching her making sure he wasn't hurting her. Once he was all the way in he sat there for a second letting it settle.
"God.. You are so.. soo tight." He lets out quietly, almost to himself.
She smiles, knowing he's only the second person that she's gone all the way with, and the last guy wasn't anywhere near as endowed as Dean.
As he watches her face relax then she squeezed a little letting him know she's ready for more. So he starts working his way in and out of her slowly at first. Both of them moaning as they get use to one another. Breanna starts working her hips with his, fully adjusted now. He took this as he could start doing a little more. He moves his head down to her left breast kissing it at first, quickening his pace. Her breathing getting a little more jagged, already getting close to her climax. He starts sucking on her nipple while he works the other one between his fingers. Slamming himself into her over and over he's getting close as well. He moves the hand from her nipple down her body. His thumb now working her clit over and that's all it took.
"Oh my god, Dean! I'm.. I'm...!"
Before she can get the word out her orgasm takes over, moaning, squealing, louder than she even knew she was capable of. It sends Dean over the edge, the amount of pleasure he was giving her was making her tightness clamp down even more on his member.
"Fuck, I'm coming!" Dean says as he thrusts a few more times then it's all over.
He crumbles onto her, not moving for a while. Both of their breathing heavy. Dean finally pulls out and moves the left of her on the bed. After they recovered a little, she looks over at him out of the corner of her eye to see his smirking.
"Well that was fun.." He says now turning onto his side to look at her.
"Fun isn't even the word for what just happened." She says not meaning to feed his ego, she was just being honest.
He kissed her on her neck, moving up her jaw to her mouth. They kissed for a little while longer until Dean remembered Sam saying they needed to go. He broke away from the kiss and looked at her. Both of them smiling, "I'm sorry I can't stay the night.. And I hate to do this but I think I need to go."
"Oh.. oh yeah, I forgot Sam came by." She says kind of heart broken. Not really wanting him to leave not even 10 minutes after they get done having sex.
"Baby, don't be like that. I'll be back before you know it. I shouldn't be gone more than a few days, I'll be back before you know it. I promise that as soon as I get back you'll be the first person I see." Dean promises.
Her face lightens up, "Okay.."
He gives her one last kiss before getting up and grabbing his boxers. He pulls them on and makes his way down the stairs. Sighing she gets up and throws a robe on before going down stairs. She makes it down there just before his shirt is all the way on.
"Well have fun doing whatever it is that you're doing, Dean." She walks up to him and puts her arms over his shoulders as he wraps his arms around her waist. He kisses her on the forehead before letting her go.
"I'll see you soon." Dean says as he slips out the front door.
And just like that he was gone. She worked her way back up the stairs and can't help but smile to herself as the memories of what just happened flow through her mind. She gets comfy under the comforter and within minutes she's out, in a dreamless sleep. Dead tired from the events that just took place.