Up Against a Wall

Sam was just about at wit's end, which he found even more aggravating than the actually feeling of being at the end of his wits. This realization had him sitting back in the dark booth, in some Godforsaken dive bar in the middle of nowhere, and fighting to take some deep breaths.

The reason he was at the end of his rope, the petite woman with shoulder-length hair and the tightest pair of blue jeans on that she could find, and that was just what he could see from behind. It didn't help at all when she stood, rounded the pool table, stick in hand and leaned over,that the not-too-loose Henley she had acquired was snug against her breast and free enough to give him a view right down the unbuttoned front of it.

FUCK! She was going to be the death of him! He was trying to keep his cool, trying not to get up and let the raging hard-on he was sporting take over his thoughts but DAMMIT, if she didn't do some crazy shit to him.

What didn't help the situation either, was that Dean, the World's Greatest Pool Hustler, had partnered up with her and was running his hands over any part of her body that he could manage to touch, all while giving his brother some sneaky glances. Yeah, it didn't bother him that Dean was touching, not in the slightest, but it set him on fire the way she would blink, slowly… as if she were in heaven every… single… time.

This was all an act, of course, for the two large bikers that the two of them were currently swindling money out of but Sam couldn't wait for it to end, because all he wanted was all of her to himself.

Most nights that happened, her wrapped up around him, just the two of them but then there were the other nights when it was the three of them and the sounds she made only made him harder, harder inside her, harder as he thrust into her, harder for him to control wanting more of her.

What Dean did to her was exactly what she needed when she needed it, but what Sam did to her was everything. She never asked for it more than a few times, for the three of them to be together, but every night, when they were alone, she begged him for his touch, for his cock, for just him and if that wasn't a turn-on.

A loud smack took him from the images of her riding him, of her head thrown back as she dug her nails into his chest, brought him away the sticky feeling against his stomach to the scene at the pool table.

Ali stood straight, all five-foot nothing of her, shoulders squared, eyes locked as the pool stick stood beside her as if it were the staff of Moses ready to part the Red Sea.

"Oh, shit!" Sam whispered and slid from behind the table, making his way through the crowd as Dean's wide eyes rested on the burly biker that stood before Ali and her unamused glare.

"You did what?" Dean questioned, and that was all that Sam heard before the undeniable thwack of the pool stick against skin.

With a deep breath, Sam stopped in his tracks, waited for the room to clear a path so he could see and he watched the biker bring his hand up to the blood gushing from his nose. Ali hadn't moved, or so Sam thought, but the end of the pool stick, the wrong end, was now upright and covered in blood.

"You little bitch!" The man growled and then Sam shook his head as the corner of Ali's lip turned up in that smile. Dean closed his eyes, pinched his nose and took a step back, just as Ali twisted the stick again.

Sam watched it with wonder, the way she twirled it, the sounds it made as it took one shot after another to the stunned man and before he made it to the table, it seemed to be over. The biker was down on the ground, his partner staring at Ali in shock, or awe, maybe a little bit of both or hero worship, Sam wasn't at all sure, but he knew one thing.

"Come on, we gotta get out of here," was all he said as he placed his fingers on the back of Ali's neck. It was a soft gesture, one that she stepped back into as her eyes slowly moved from the man on the floor to him as he stood beside her. "Al, we need to go."

"I wasn't finished with my game." She shrugged at him in confusion, but Dean finally got the clue and cleared his throat taking up the space on the other side of the woman. Her eye went to the standing man. "You owe me three-hundred bucks."

"Yeah," the other man blinked, pulling a stack of bills from his pocket before reaching a hand out to her. "Here, just take it."

"Thanks," she smiled, like a kid in a candy store, swiped the money and put the stick on the table. Sam looked at Dean, who raised his brows and both watched as Ali slipped out of their grasps before disappearing into the crowd.

"Dude?" Sam questioned.

"What? He smacked her ass." Dean shrugged and followed after her.

Sam closed his eyes, collected himself and followed suit.

The bar was just across the street from the motel they were staying in, so it didn't take long for Sam to catch up with Dean, who was standing in the empty parking lot.

"Dean?" The confused look on the older ones face was cause for concern itself but paired with the fact that he was standing stalk still, well that bothered Sam more.

"She's gone."

"Maybe she went inside."

"NO, Sam, I was right behind her, she's just… gone."

"Well, she couldn't have gone far."

Dean turned to look up at his younger brother, gave him a well, duh kind of eye roll and headed towards the room.

"Dean?!" Sam sighed.

"Go look around back, I'm going to get the keys and drive down the street." Dean's gruff voice yelled back before he disappeared into the room.

Sam sighed, clenched and unclenched his fists and picked a direction.

The side of the motel was vacant, nothing but overgrown weeds and a couple burned out 55-gallon drums, but the back of the place was littered with small tables and chairs set up on an old, cracked, cement patio.

Sam could hear breathing, like someone had run a marathon but they were quiet enough to also be trying to hide and he followed it, cautiously. Moving through the tables, he found himself at the very back of the manager's office, a section of the motel that was two-stories high but also windowless. The light from the street, the lot and the moon didn't penetrate the shadows there and it took him a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

Leaning up against the wall, eyes closed, shoulders pressed on the cold brick, was Ali, but she was rocking. Her breathing coming in quick huffs. Sam's first thought was that she was crying but the closer he got the more he could make out. Her jeans were unbuttoned, her hand down the front and the rocking was her hips moving as the rest of her let the feelings take over.

Sam stopped, his eyes going from the way her wrist circled, up the length of her arm to her neck, exposed as she tilted her head back, biting down on her lip. He wasn't too far from the truth about her crying, as the wetness from the corner of her eyes left a trail down into her hair but it was when she cried out, just a little that Sam moved.

"Ali?" He was breathless, just watching her had set him back on that same course that he had been on in the bar, needed her, wanted her, just had to have her but he stopped, just over an arm's length away until she opened her eyes to look at him.

"Sam," she sighed, her eyes opened slowly to look at him, but there was pain there and he knew what was happening. "I need your help."

"It's back, isn't it?" That was what he was worried about, it had been dormant for a while, leaving her alone after the hunts, but when she nodded, his heart nearly sank and he waited for her to double over in pain, but it was the moan that she let out as her hand dipped down further that had him aching. "What do you need?" He moved in, placed both hands against the wall, one on either side of her and stepped closer, feeling the way her hips moved as she pressed against him, then backed away. He wasn't going to touch her, but FUCK! Did he want her. "Ali, tell me what you need."

"You," she huffed, her eyes going to his, her tongue darting out to lick the dryness of her own lips. "Sam, I need you."

"Come back to the room," he begged, but she just shook her head.

"No," her free hand tugged at the waist of her jeans, pushing them down as far as they could go before her own thighs became her enemy. "Now."

"What?" he wasn't confused, knew just what she wanted but THERE, right there, in the back of a shitty rat-hole motel?

Her hand snapped up, grabbed him by the wrist and moved him, not that Sam would have put up much of a fight because, Christ, she was almost bare-assed and he could see what her fingers were doing now.

Swallowing hard, Sam let her move him, let her bring his hand down and slip it between her legs. He stepped closer, placed his forehead to the top of hers and listened to her moan as she pressed his fingertips against her wet folds. Sam made his own noise, somewhere between a growl and a moan, but he didn't care, he just wanted to feel her.

Curling all but one into his palm, he thrust that digit up into her, felt the warmth and muscle clench around him and he closed his eyes tightly.

"Another," she begged as she used both her hands to grasp his shirt. Sam merely complied. She was stretched tight around his fingers, long, thick ones that he turned, curled and assaulted her sweet spot with. He knew how to touch her, how to make her legs shake and if this was going to keep the pain away, then so be it.

"Ali," her name escaped him before he knew he said it but it was also at the same time that her hands were on his belt, tugging it undone. He bent at the knees, bringing himself closer to her height, essentially trapping her against the wall, until she had freed him from those damn jeans.

Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, little fingers that could barely made it all the way around, but she knew how he liked it, and suddenly he was the one grinding his teeth as she pulled the sensations from him.

"FUCK!" he finally said out loud, because there was no way he was keeping it in anymore. She turned her head up, searched for his lips as she rode his fingers violently, bringing the muscles inside almost painfully tight and he replied with the only thing he could. His lips came down on hers, teeth clicked as they spread, tongues dueling and he could taste the alcohol on her breath from the two shots she had before the game had begun. "I want you!" Sam managed to get out, "I want to fuck you, right here, Ali, right now."

"Please," was the only thing she replied before her lips touched his again. Sam let out a feral noise that came from somewhere deep in his chest and as she pushed his jeans down over his ass, Sam's free hand was holding her captive by the hair.

He backed away, taking his fingers from her wet heat only long enough to get one leg off before he realized she had already kicked off the sneakers she had been wearing. His lips never left hers, not as he curled his hands around the back of her thighs, spreading her ass as he lifted her from the ground.

His body pressed her against the wall, holding her there as she wrapped those small legs around his hips, and with a deep breath, he backed away, just enough to look into those bright eyes, to know he was doing the right thing.

Ali swallowed, her chest heaving with need and anticipation, but Sam reached down and around, grabbed his shaft with his hand and guided it slowly upwards into her. Ali's eyes never left his as her lips parted and she breathed deeply, relaxing her body to accept him. Sam, on the other hand, didn't have that much control and his lids drooped as she surrounded him with rolling muscles that felt almost like fingers.

He stilled when he was buried deep, licked out to her lips as she moaned and rolled her eyes, loving the feel of her hot mouth at the tip of his and slowly he slipped down, just halfway because he wasn't even sure she could take all of him in this position, though he was certainly willing to try.

Her fingers dug deep into his shoulders, where she had found skin by way of unsnapping the buttons on his flannel and sliding in past the v-neck shirt. That quick sensation of pain made his hips snap up and he was suddenly buried in her again, the quick thrust of it taking her breath away.

"Do it," her voice trembled as she begged, "please, Sam."

He pulled down and thrust up again and listened to her cry out.

Yes, he thought, and even his inner voice was shaking. Fuck, yes!

This started a rhythm that had her nearly clawing at him as she held on, her back scratching against the brick but she didn't seem to care and Sam didn't want to stop. She was tight, growing tighter by the moment, her cries becoming louder and Sam used his mouth to muffle them, stealing hungry, tongue-filled kisses to drown them out, but his need soon took over and he moved his hands.

Sliding his arms down to the back of her knees, he hooked them over the crook of his elbow before placing his hand steadfast on the wall, holding her open while holding her up and his lips drew back as he pumped into her at a bruising pace. Her only reply was to come harder than she had ever before, eyes tightly closed, lips parted in a silent breath that had him shaking as he felt himself thicken.

FUCK! She was going to be the death of him, and God willing, exactly the way they were right now!

Sam backed away, willing his own end away for just a moment as he placed his stubbled cheek against hers.

"Open your eyes, baby," he pleaded, and slowly back away, catching the blue of hers as he locked stares. "I need," he was breathless, but it was just something he had to do, "I need to see you come."

"Sam," his name as all he needed to hear, and suddenly, she cried out again, muscles flexing and he felt the wet rush of her toppling over the edge.

That was it, that was all it took before his own pace faltered and he pushed in deep, letting the wave of electric heat pulse through him as his balls tightened and he grunted out. He could feel it, the way he filled her, the pulse of each shot sent his sensitive nerve-endings rocketing into flashes of hot white.

He let his head nearly hit the wall when it finally came to a stop, still buried deep, he tired to adjust so that she would be comfortable, but there was no way with almost a 16 inches of height difference.

"Christ!" Dean's voice shot out of the darkness, and Sam turned his head, still shielding Ali between him and the wall. "I told you to find her not… Can you just bring it inside, before I have a coronary?"

And with that, Dean turned and walked away.

Sam smiled, turned his head just a little and found the lips of the woman he held. Planting small kisses against them, he felt her suddenly relax.

"Who would have thought pool would have turned into this," she whispered, her voice wrecked and breathless.

"Yeah, who would have thought my new favorite place was up against a wall." Sam laughed and wrapped his arms around her.