Sexy times ahead, just a warning ;) Even though it should almost be expected by this point.
Work was slow for Breanna, which isn't what she wanted for more reason than because that mean not much money. She had hoped if it was busy she would be able to get her mind off of what Dean had been talking about earlier. She just thought it was so odd that he seemed to talk about ghosts and stuff like it was real. Made her feel like she didn't know him very well, even made her worry that he was a little, well.. crazy. She was so caught up in how amazing the sex was and how great their connection seemed to be she hadn't even thought about the fact she really didn't know much about it. He told her his dad and them didn't talk much because he kind of forced them into the family business. Which confused her because Dean seemed to like being a mechanic, or whatever it was that caused him to travel all over the place. She knew they traveled around a lot, so apparently Dean is just doing whatever his dad did and it has something to do with cars. Besides that she didn't know anything from his past or present even.
The thoughts going through her head the entire night and before she knew it the time was after midnight and the bar was closed. She finished up what she needed to do before heading home she had what felt like a really long day. So once she was home she took off the clothes, grabbed an oversized shirt and threw it on. She settled herself into bed getting familiar with the feeling of sleeping alone, again. Just as she was dozing off she heard her phone ringing. Groaning, Breanna reached over to grab the phone.
"Huh?" She answered the phone her eyes never opening.
"You never called me when you got off, I saw your car but I just wanted to make sure you were okay.." Dean asked sounding a little worried.
"Oh, Dean! I'm so sorry, it completely slipped my mind. Work was crazy and I'm just so tired." She lied.
"It's okay. I just thought I could I mean I thought I was uh- I just thought I would say goodnight." Dean stumbled over what to say. He called really hoping she would want him to stay the night. He hated feeling like this.
"Well aren't you just sweet. Thank you, goodnight to you too Dean." She said quietly, almost drifting back to sleep.
"I guess I'll let you go. Uh, you sure you don't want me to come over." He asked. Hoping he sounded more into it for her interests than his.
"No, you don't have to. I mean if you want you can. I'm just already almost asleep."
"Oh. You're right, I would hate to intrude. Goodnight Breanna." He finished angrily.
He hung up the phone before letting her say anything. He felt embarrassed by feeling like he needed her. He didn't want to sleep with out her. And the fact she could sleep so easily without him kind of made him mad.
When Dean hung up, Breanna looked at her phone in disbelief that he hung up on her. She felt bad about what was happening. She did sleep better with him, and just because she heard a silly phone conversation earlier shouldn't stop her from trusting him or wanting him to come over. She sat up in her bed and dialed his number again.
"Hello?" Dean answered in an annoyed voice.
"I'm sorry if I said something to offend you, babe.. I just meant you didn't have to come over if you didn't want to. I would love for you to come over." She said in a more alert, and serious tone.
"No, it's okay. I just thought you might feel better with me there." He said defending his pride.
Not wanting to do this with him, she just gave in.
"Dean, will you please come over? I miss you." She had never said those words to him. She always said things about missing his body or parts of him but never just him.
She thought she could almost hear him smile through the phone, "Be right there."
Breanna shook her head and made it down the stairs to open the door for her handsome man. When she unlocked it and opened it there he stood. Wearing a sly, proud smile. She glanced over him noticing he was wearing a black T-shirt and some faded jeans along with the boots he always wore. She couldn't understand how he always looked so sexy.
"Missed me, huh?" Escaped through his smiling lips.
Breanna just rolled her eyes and moved out of the door way letting him in. He laughed and came in the house. She shut the door and locked it behind her. She turned around to meet face to face or I guess face to chest with him.
"God, Dean!" She exclaimed. She wasn't expecting him to be right there, he had startled her.
He wrapped his arms around her, "I have a feeling that won't be the last time I hear you say that tonight." He nuzzled himself into the crook of her neck. Started slightly sucking, kissing, nibbling.
She had no intentions of doing this with him tonight. But damn, she didn't know how to say no to him. Not only was he stunning but he was outstanding in every aspect of sex. He knew just was to do to every inch of her and it drove her crazy.
Her eyes shut at the sudden warm lips against her neck, allowing a small moan to escape her lips. She felt him smile onto her neck. This brought her back to reality and she pushed him away.
"You think you are something special don't you!" She said jokingly and poked him in the chest.
He placed his hand over where she poked him and acted offended. "I don't know what you are talking about!" He said innocently.
"You call me, wanting to come over. Then got your feelings hurt when I said it didn't matter to me. You even hung up on me! You made me feel bad so I call you back and get you to come over. Because YOU want to come over, and I said I miss you to convince you to come. Then you show up here all smug acting like I can't be without you or something. When in reality, I think you just missed me!" She let it all out, a smile on her lips. Letting him know that she wasn't fooled by his tough guy act. She knew that for some reason Dean felt something for her.
Dean's mouth hung open acting shocked, "Me getting my feelings hurt?! HA. Never sweet cheeks. I didn't miss you, I just thought you didn't want to be here alone." He added a smile after he was done.
"Oh really? Well I guess we will see about that." She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He looked down on her as she looked up at him. She got up on her tippy toes, making their lips only inches apart. She moved even closer, pulling their bodies close. Her breasts pushed firmly on him, his hands around her grabbing her ass. Her tongue snuck out of her mouth and softly licked his bottom lip making him shudder a little. She felt and erection building in his jeans. Not moved away she ran her hands down his body, grazing his nipples through his shirt. Making him almost shudder again. Her lips had moved to his neck working her way to his sweet spot on his ear. He was groaning, enjoying was she was doing to him.
Dean loved how she made him feel, he knew she didn't have much experience but he had never had anyone do things to him like she had. She knew just where to touch him, and how to touch him. He was glad she dropped the subject of him missing her, he wasn't ready to admit he actually had deep feelings for her. He made a huge step already by making them a couple. His thoughts interrupted by her tongue making it to his ear. He let out a deep moan feeling her hand heading to his now severely hard dick.
Her hand was on the top of his jeans and she just stopped. Everything. She stepped back, hands across her chest wearing the smug smile now. It took a few seconds for Dean to come back to reality. He tilted his head back into it normal position instead of leaned back in pleasure. His eyes met with her and she looked so satisfied.
"Oh, you are so evil." He almost growled.
"Let's say that's payback for smacking my ass so hard earlier. Say you miss me and we can pick up where I left off?" Knowing he would have to agree, he couldn't resist now.
"No way, baby! I'm not that easy to break." But he really was, he knew it wouldn't take much more for him to say anything she wanted him to say.
"Well okay then, let's go to sleep then."
She walked by him briskly and started up the stairs, him following in suite. Knowing that he seemed to love her ass she thought she would tease him a little. She lifted up the big shirt revealing her almost bare bottom to him, knowing it was eye level to him.
"Do I have a bruise right here?" She asked with innocent eyes. Pointing to her hip, but adjusting her hips allowing him to get a good view.
She turned to look at him, his eyes never left her ass. He was biting his bottom lip, trying not to take her on the stairs right there.
"Dean?" She said in an almost sing-song voice
"Uh.. what?" He said realizing she was watching him stare at her.
She just started laughing and continued her path to the room. Dean was muttering little curses under his breath. Knowing she wasn't going to make this easy for him.
Once in the room she made herself comfortable under the blankets. She patted next to her inviting him in. He took his shirt off, flexing his muscles as he did so. She stared at his rock hard body, without even thinking about it she blurted out, "How did I get lucky enough to pull you?" She was just being 100 percent honest with him.
Sure guys had paid her attention, but none of them even came close to Dean. Every time she looked at him and realized that he was her boyfriend now. She felt an immense amount of pleasure and satisfaction. Caught up in her own thoughts after she said those words to him she had looked down to the bed. She hadn't realized he made it down to his boxers. She felt him sliding into her bed and she rolled over to look at him. He was giving her a big smile, not the usual one he gave her, but a genuine smile. He brushed her cheek with his fingers allowing his smile to fade. Dean never pictured himself with anyone, especially not someone like her.
"I ask myself that same question about you every day." He said sweetly. Or what he thought sounded sweet.
He hated being mushy and he definitely hated "Chick Flick" moments. But he wanted to be honest with her, well as honest as he could be.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. It was more gentle than she was use to from him. He never ceased to surprise her. Deciding to push her luck, she pulled away.
"Tell me that you missed me earlier, and you can do absolutely anything you want with me." She said in a quiet, yet seductive tone.
Dean swallowed hard. The idea of doing whatever he wanted to her made his cock instantly rage. He decided he was already being cheesy and decided to go along with whatever she said.
"I missed you." Dean said fast and quick hoping it would suffice.
"Tsk, tsk, Dean. That's not going to fly with me." Her hand grazed his upper arm over his bicep. Hoping a little touch would make it easier for him.
He sighed, "You are killing me, you know that?"
She draped one of her legs over his waist pulling them close. She leaned in close to him. Her lips to his ear, "Anything.. you want."
He couldn't take it anymore he pushed her to her back and got on top of her. He grinded his boxer covered erection against her allowing a grown to come out.
"I missed you baby. I missed everything sexy thing about you." He let out in a deep voice full with need.
"See, that wasn't too hard?" She said, proud she was able to make him say it.
"Yeah, you don't know what you just signed up for."
His lips crashed down onto hers full of passion, he let his hands run all over her body. Over her full breasts, pulling on each nipple until he moaned out in pain and pleasure. His hand made it's way into the front of her panties, she groaned into the kiss. Thrusted up into him while running her hands through his short spiky locks. Dean broke the kiss looking at her swollen pink lips and smiled.
He got up off the bed and went to her closet looking around for something.
"Uhm, what are you doing Dean?" She asked concerned why he just stopped right before pleasuring her to browse her clothes.
"Do you have any scarfs or anything like that?" He asked very seriously.
"Uhm, in the second drawer." She answered, still confused.
He smiled really big before coming back with a few scarfs in hand. She then realized what he was planning on doing.
"Dean, you're not!"
"You said anything I wanted. And you've been a bad girl, teasing me all day."
He said on the bed next to her and pulled her shirt over her head and then pulled her panties off.
"Lay flat." He ordered.
She could feel herself growing wet, the idea of being at his mercy was almost too much to bear.
She did as she was told. Dean grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head. Grabbing her wrists with one of his large hands and skillfully looped one of the scarfs around her wrists tying it in a knot. Making sure it was tight enough for her not to get free.
"You better leave them there." He demanded.
She just shook her head. Knowing if she spoke it would give away just how excited she was.
He spread her legs and continued to tie them each to the corresponding bed post at the foot of her bed. He stood to get a good look at her. He pulled off his boxers, allowing his erection to break free.
"You look pretty good all tied up." He smirked as his eyes made over every inch of her.
He slowly touched himself while looking her over, not being able to look at her and not pleasure himself a little bit.
"Come here baby, let me help you." She called out from the bed, hoping she didn't sound too desperate for his touch.
"Uh uh, sweetheart. I'm in charge tonight."
He climbed on top of her as he spoke. Running his hands up her thigh, to her stomach over her breasts slightly tugging at the hardened nipple before his hand made it to her throat.
She wanted him so bad, she just shook her head agreeing with him, hoping he would hurry up.
"Good. Now if you speak again, or you move with out me telling you. There will be consequences." He said stern and seductively.
It took everything in her not to moan out just hearing him talk to her like that.
He started kissing her jaw line and down her neck. Sucking her and there, followed by a bite near her collarbone. Breanna gasped out. she had never thought she would be one that was into the whole pain for pleasure thing but she was so wrong. She felt Dean smile against the bite mark he just left on her as he kissed it.
He kissed and sucked his way down her body, making it to supple breasts. He licked around everywhere on them except where she wanted him to, she couldn't bare it and involuntarily arched into him. His warm tongue left her. And she sighed at sudden coldness it left behind.
"Now now.. what did I say?" He asked rhetorically.
In the next second he bit down on her nipple making her scream out in pleasure. He was almost surprised by how much she liked it.
"Oh you like that huh?" He asked taking the same nipple in between his fingers now tugging at it harder and harder each time.
"Y-yes." She barely was able to spit it out.
Without any notice he moved the opposite hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her deep. She cried out his name, knowing she was already so close. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, allowing his mouth to work one nipple then the next, nipping at them before moving on the other one. She couldn't handle it, she came hard on his fingers. She felt warmth all throughout her body and she was bucking and grinding into his hand until she was spent. Her eyes fluttered open to a very pleased Dean. He brought the fingers to his mouth and sucked the sweet liquid off before kissing her hard allowing her to taste herself.
He readied himself at her entrance teasing her with the tip over her slick folds. She couldn't hold out anymore. She jerked herself away from the kiss.
"Fuck me, already!" She yelled out in pure ecstasy.
That's all he needed and he shoved the full length of his thick hard cock into her. The sudden warmth almost sent him over the edge immediately. He didn't move for a second composing himself, knowing he wanting to make her have another orgasm. He pulled fully out before slamming back into her.
"Fuck! Dean!" She yelled out as he slammed into her again.
"You like that baby?" He questioned while one hand made it's way to play with her swollen clit. He saw her hands fighting with the scarf.
She wanted to touch him, she needed to touch him.
Without saying anything Dean undid the knot he had made to hold her wrists together. Her hands were immediately all over his body. Over he chiseled chest, his strong arms, his sexy back, even over his firm ass.
He pounded into her over and over. She couldn't hold it any longer, she came on his dick hard. She screamed out profanities mixed with his name here and there. His pace never slowing.
After she was done, he pulled his hand that was helping pleasure her away. The feeling of her hands on him was too much for him, he needed to be deeper into her. He leaned back to untie one of her legs and held it straight into the air allowing even more of him to sink into her.
He felt his balls tighten, the all too familiar feeling creeping up on him.
"Let me come in your mouth." He said before pulling himself out of her.
She obliged and barely even sat up before he shoved the length of himself into her mouth. She played with his balls in one hand and used the other one to work up and down the shaft along with her mouth.
"Fuck!" He moaned out as he felt himself release into the back of her throat. She didn't stop until he physically made her.
She licked her lips making sure she got every drop of him. He crumbled beside her, spent beyond all means.
"Wow.." Was all he could muster.
She giggled a little as she untied the last leg from the bed post. Then resumed her place beside him and cuddled up to his hard body. Both of their breathing slowly making it back to an acceptable pace.
Emotions running crazy, she just had some of the best sex of her life. Not sure if it was a mixture of that or just plain curiosity. She felt him kind of going limp, trying to let sleep take over him. She leaned her head off of his chest and looked at him for a minute until his eyes opened too meet hers.
He smiled and ran his hand over the back of her hair, "What it is beautiful?"
She took a deep breath, "What's a wendigo?"
All of the blood drained from Dean's face, he looked petrified.
Why would she asked this question? How could she know of such a thing?
He gulped hard at the realization she must have overheard his conversation with Sam when he thought she was in the shower. He didn't have a clue as to what to say.
She studied his face, trying to figure out what he could be thinking about.
She yawned really big, finally feeling the consequences of their previous actions. He didn't seem like he was going to be talking anytime soon anyway.
She laid her head back down on his chest, "We don't have to talk about it now. Get some sleep and we can talk in the morning."
She felt the rhythm of his breathing steady and figured he already fell asleep. So she decided to give in and was almost cooed to sleep by the sound of his breathing.
Dean laid there, wide-eyed staring at the ceiling. He didn't want her to know, but he was freaking out internally. What could he possibly say to her that wouldn't make him seem crazy? Could he tell her the truth? Should he tell her the truth? Dean knew that his feelings for her were strong, but he didn't think he was anywhere near having to talk to her about what he actually does for a living.