I want you (To want me)
I want you (To need me)
I want you
To hear my confession
I want to be your Obsession
I want to be your Obsession
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Obsession
We hit the wall with a crash, not unlike last night, only the anger was gone. He slid his hands up to my face grasping it on either side. I was in a hurry, I wanted things fast, to be consumed so much so that I forgot the memories plaguing me. John had other ideas, he slowed the kiss, pulling back ever so slightly. I tried to push myself into him, seeking to deepen the kiss; he pulled away completely, smiling down at me. I gave a small sigh at the loss of contact.
"So impatient." He teased with a small smirk.
"Such a tease." I said, pouting. He leaned in and bit my bottom lip, not as hard as he had last night just enough for me to gasp at the light sting and crave more. He ran his tongue over the welt he'd made, almost possessively.
"Hey Cole?" Beth's voice called out to me, startling us apart.
"What the heck are you doing out here? Your dad's bitching about his table. He wants us to go shopping pronto." Beth called out again. John raised his head, then lowered to me again almost in one movement, claiming my mouth a second time.
Beth rounded the corner and without missing a beat John backed up a pace or two; I held out my hand expectantly.
"What?" He asked looking down at me, cocking an eyebrow.
"Uh, I do believe you offered to replace the table, that means cough up the dough sugar daddy." I said, a wicked smirk crossing my face. What a turn on.
I grinned at Beth as she entered the shed while John pulled out his credit card, and handed it to me. It had the usual fake name on it, this one was Henry Jones and I smirked, only John would reference the adventurous Indiana Jones in such a way. Beth smiled lightly at me. John held on to the card as I grabbed it, his fingers brushing against mine and sending a shiver all the way up my arm. "Try to keep it under a thousand this time," John said gruffly. "I mean it girls, the last time the two of you got ahold of my card you maxed it out on a shopping spree."
"Sorry Dad, but we're not the boys, we need more than a couple of pairs of jeans and a plaid shirt to get by in the world." Beth said with an apologetic smile.
"Yeah with all those crazy undercover outfits, panty lines are a real problem." I said, unable to give up the teasing nature that had suddenly lifted my mood.
John just shook his head at us. "Whatever, you two just get outta here. Oh and take the boys with you." He said waving us away.
I turned away from him grabbing Beth's arm and walking with her back to the house. "Just let me grab a quick shower, and change into some jeans and a shirt; then we'll get Sam and Dean and go. Maybe we could stop for some lunch?" Beth nodded, agreeing with me.
Once we hit the house, Beth disentangled herself from me, heading to the stairs and into the spare bedroom. I made my way up the other flight of stairs to my attic bedroom, grabbed some fresh clothes then back down to the second floor bathroom.
I stepped under the water, closing my eyes and willing my muscles to relax from my horrible rage fueled workout. Sighing, the hot spray rolled down over my shoulders; I felt the tension drain from my body as the water ran down my back and through my hair. I shifted and stretched, gratefully receiving some relief for my tired, achy neck.
I turned as the curtain was pulled back. My breath hitched in my throat at the perfection that was standing before me. My eyes trailed hungrily over thescars that marred his skin dissecting his chest and lower abdomen; lower still his thighs and calves weren't even untouched. My mouth felt unbelievably dry, and I swallowed painfully, licking my lips.
"Turn around." He commanded, his voice amazingly gentle. I obeyed without question, trusting he would never hurt me. I shivered as I felt his strong arms close in around me. My breathing quickened.
He took his time, memorizing every contour of my body. Ghosting his hands over my abdomen, reaching up to cup both breasts. He ran the back of his hand down the line of my body, the lightest of touches, until he reached the tight nest of curls between my legs. I gasped softly as his experienced thumb worked my clit and a finger teased my entrance. I rocked my hips forward as he inserted one finger.
Leaning forward I bracing my hand on the wall of the shower. John had splayed his other hand on my abdomen, and instead of allowing me to keep my position, he pulled me back into his body, supporting me. He kissed my neck, his beard scratching the sensitive skin and I bucked into his hand the more he worked me. God I'm so close. I could feel his erection grinding into my back, his own hips meeting mine as he sought friction. I moaned quietly at the sensation. John's hand came up to cover my mouth, so no one would hear me.
The water turned frigid and icy cold, as I moaned against John's hand, the sound loud in the small confines of the bathroom. Suddenly there was a loud insistent banging on the door! I jumped, the daydream shattering and bringing me back into the moment.
"Cole, come on I need you to hurry up!" Sam said to me through the door. I was still riding out my self-induced orgasm, as quietly as I could.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned voice, hearing me.
"Uh, yeah." I stammered. Apparently I hadn't been as quiet as I'd thought. "I'm just having some really bad cramping." I offered as an explanation. Shit. That man is going to be the death of me!
I stepped out of the shower as soon as I could trust my legs to work right and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around my body. "Too much information, and hurry it up!" Sam's voice said again, knocking on the door.
"Dammit if you don't back off. What do you want me to just walk naked through a house full of men!" I exclaimed huffily.
"Sam, let her finish her shower." John's voice carried through the door.
At the sound my body gave another strong ripple of heat and tingled expectantly. A flood of warmth trickled down my thigh. Fuck!
I turned around, grabbed my clothes, and secured my towel tighter around myself. I reached for the handle and strode out into the hallway.
"There, you satisfied?" I snapped at Sam. His jaw was slack as he gave me a quick once over. A furious blush started up his neck, and he rushed past me into the bathroom, shutting the door with a bang.
"Are you satisfied?" John asked with a cheeky grin, his voice pitched low so Sam couldn't hear him. He stepped closer, edging me up to the wall. His gaze had taken on a hungry predatory quality that sent another rush of electricity to my core.
"Not nearly enough, but it'll have to do for now." I teased, a smile coming over my face.
John's eyes were grazing my body, following a drop of water that trailed down the valley between my breasts. He took another subconscious step forward.
Now might be a good time to leave, I decided; before we wound up fucking outside the second floor bathroom. I stepped to the side out of his way, turned on my heel and walked toward the stairs, smirking to myself as I thought about the look in John's eyes.
Table shopping, as it turned out, wasn't as boring as one might have expected it to be. But then, taking the Winchesters anywhere was sometimes like travelling with a three-ring circus, they made their own fun, a habit from being in each other's company for 24 hours a day and on the road all the time. They didn't have a lot of time for other people or friendships outside of the immediate family, so there was a unique chaos that surrounded them, their quirky sense of humors, and the incessant teasing that was a constant banter between the three siblings.
Right this instance Dean and Beth were staring at a six-seater round kitchen table, hands to their chins, assessing the weight limit of the table.
"Well it's gotta be stronger than what he had, but you know...we should make sure," Dean said with a raised eyebrow. He'd been in a better mood once we left the scene of the crime, namely the spare bedroom – the night's activities seemed to be bothering most of the people who were staying at Dad's right now. We were all on edge, even Sam, but out of everyone I had no idea what his issue was.
Beth's eyes narrowed as she looked over at me. "What exactly were you and Dad doing on the table last night?" She asked, her brow creasing a little.
"Yeah Cole," Dean chimed in. "Give us a demo, I want to see the move that brought the unstoppable John Winchester to the floor."
I chuckled and shook my head. Beth's look made me a little uncomfortable, it was almost as if she suspected something. Dean on the other hand was always out to best his old man.
"Keep dreaming Dean, you're gonna have to work harder than that to get me on top of you," I quipped with a cheeky smile. Dean gulped.
"Is that right?" He said thoughtfully before looking over at Beth. "What about you?" He said and she turned her scrutiny to Dean.
"You looking to get your ass kicked?" She questioned him with a bit of a glare.
"Cherry-pie if you can put me through that table then, and only then, would I consider that an ass kicking," Dean challenged and Beth scowled, storming off toward the other end of the store.
"What did I say?" Dean asked, throwing his hands in the air.
I stepped up and hit him upside the head. "Dick!" He looked confused for a minute or two and then that cheeky look returned to his face.
"Well, we can always test the table in other ways!" He said with a chuckle, and climbed up to stand astride the table of choice.
He started belting out Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing, which was playing over the store's speakers, ignoring the looks we were getting.
Dean apparently had caught the eye of the young woman behind the counter. She was a pretty young girl maybe about Sammy's age, with dark hair and eyes. The similarity to Beth wasn't lost on me when I caught Dean winking at her.
She had gravitated nearer to the table when Dean started singing and dancing.
Dean, took off the button down plaid shirt he was wearing over his t-shirt and swung it over his head like a cowboy. He appeared to be enjoying the attention we were giving him way too much.
"Baaaaaaby! I need sexual...." Dean's singing was interrupted.
"Dean!" Beth said urgently coming back to him, casting a wary look around the store, "get down from there!"
He slid to his knees on the table in front of her with stern eyes and cocked an eyebrow. "Make me," he said with a grin, then turned to the sales girl who was staring all googly-eyed at him, taking her hand and slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her up on to the table with him. He lifted her easily, the Winchesters weren't known for being weaklings, and she gasped delightedly at the sudden attention.
"Hey, I'm Dean," he said with his heart melting smile.
"I'm... I'm Stacey," the girl said, and Dean spun her around to face him, starting to sway back and forth on the table.
"Baby I got sick this morning, A sea was storming inside of me... Baby I think I'm capsizing, The waves are rising and rising..." Dean took up his impromptu performance again, Stacey blushed and giggled. Beth crossed her arms and watched, I noticed that even though all his attention seemed to be on the girl with him, Dean's eyes never actually left Beth; he was goading her, a challenge behind his actions.
Sam came up and bumped shoulders with me, scowling at his brother who was for all intents and purposes making an ass of us all.
"He is such a dick!" Sam muttered, shaking his head.
I smirked and nodded at him. "Yep," I agreed.
Stacey spotted the manager looking over and gesturing, and she quickly pulled away, sliding off the table, throwing Dean an apologetic look. Dean shrugged and moved to gyrate his hips at the edge of the table; Beth smirked and reached up to grab him by his waistband, raising an eyebrow.
He stopped momentarily, looking down at her with dark eyes before pulling her up on to the table with him, hands on her hips. Without missing a beat, she whipped out a couple of dollar bills, brandishing them in the air, sliding her hand along his abs to tuck them into his waistband. I laughed and cheered at that and Sam even chuckled.
"Woo!" I called out, "take it all off baby!" Dean grinned and pulled at the hem of Beth's shirt.
"Ladies first," he said.
Beth smirked. "Make me," she challenged and Dean's smile faltered, eyes growing hard. His hands circled around under her shirt and I froze as the air grew thick with tension.
Suddenly Beth swept her leg around the back of Dean's and he landed with a crash on the surface of the table. She pinned him to the wood, breathing hard as she leaned over him, her face just inches from him.
"Beth!" Sam called out, startling as the manager reached the edge of the table.
"Excuse me," the manager said to the pair of idiots now wrestling on the table. "I'm going to have to ask you to get down off the table, please."
"Yeah, yeah Kemosabe... hold your horses," Dean said, still staring at Beth. Sam was pacing with a scowl on his face, running a hand through his hair.
Beth tilted her head to the side and grinned at Dean. "Pass your test?"
Dean licked his lips, and I didn't miss the subtle stroke of his fingers along the bare skin at her side. "Yeah... yeah I think it might have," he said huskily.
I grinned and stepped up to the table brandishing John's credit card. "Hey, nice strong table, we'll take it," I said to the manager. "Don't suppose you'll throw in free delivery and a set of steak knives?"
Bobby's House
Dinner
We were all seated around the new table enjoying of all things, pizza.
There wasn't a whole huge amount of talking going on as everyone was stuffing their faces. Sam spoke up cautiously. "Uh, Bobby, there uh hasn't been any mail coming here for me has there?"
"Now that you mention it you did get a big official looking packet. From Stanford." Dad said.
The air suddenly seemed charged with electricity. My pizza had just become the most interesting thing in the world, and I chewed thoughtfully while I waited for the other shoe to drop.
"Why would you be getting a package from Stanford?" John asked his voice low and quiet, not quite angry but it was coming.
"Because I applied to their pre-law program." Sam said quietly. Dean gaped at him, shocked. Beth looked unsurprised, but said nothing.
John on the other hand looked furious. "And what about hunting? Are you just going to walk away from us? Your family needs you Sam." He snapped.
"Hey John, hunting doesn't necessarily have to be the only game in town," My dad said, coming to Sammy's defense. "Look at Cole and how well she's handled hunting and going to school. It was probably one of the best things that's happened to her." Dad said hoping to help Sam out.
I lowered my gaze to the table. I didn't think that using that argument on John was going to hold a lot of weight. He knew things my Dad didn't. Like how a simple college party could turn wrong in an instant, ruining everything else you'd ever worked toward. It also overshadowed all the good things, it ruined everything. Going away to college hadn't exactly been the best thing that had ever happened to me. Of course my Dad didn't know that, but John did.
John simply sighed, "We'll talk about this later." Letting the issue drop for the moment. His words took on a double meaning as John glanced at me, noting how my knuckles had turned white on my bottle of water.
I made a conscious effort to relax myself taking a few deep breaths and pushing the memories that had seemed so far away for most of the day into the dark recesses of my mind.
Everyone was tense now not knowing what to say or do. John was glaring at me like it was my fault Sam decided to go to college. Like I was the one who talked him into leaving the safety of his family.
Now was the perfect time for some humor.
I cleared my throat. "So, ahem. Apparently Dean has decided he would like a career change too." I said cheekily, with a shit eating grin on my face. "Although his career change will require much less schooling." I said confidently.
John glared at me. "Really?" He asked sullenly, not taking the bait like I'd hoped.
Dean shot me an incredulous 'are you trying to get me murdered' look. He glanced back at his dad apologetically.
Beth, my partner in crime, chimed in with. "Yeah he's decided it's his lifelong aspiration to be a table dancing stripper." She said with a wicked smirk at Dean who was glancing at his father apprehensively.
A slow grin stretched across John's handsome features. "You used my credit card to pay for a stripper?" He said glancing at me, raising an eyebrow. Of course he would think I'd done it. I was the wild child. Not Dean.
"Do I look stupid?" I asked, suddenly. "Stripper's won't take anything but cold hard cash. So Beth paid for Dean's little show, not much mind you, he's a cheap ho. I used your credit card to pay for the tetanus shot." I said jokingly, waiting.
Everyone burst out laughing at the same time.
"Of course, Dean you really need to watch out for those metal poles." Dad said still chuckling.
I felt safe, warm, loved. His kisses were sweet, kind, soft, not expecting anything. I heard the door open. I tried to pull away but Ian had a hard hold on my upper arms. "Don't worry about it." He said reassuringly. I believed him, after all he'd never let anything happen to me, right?
I felt a hand brush down my hair. Ian still held both of my arms. I jerked my mouth from his. I looked around over my right shoulder, Jace was standing behind me. He saw me looking at him and smiled. "Baby we're gonna make you feel so damn good." He said enthusiastically.
Payden was standing on the other side of Ian and I. He said nothing just stared at me.
"Shhh. It's ok baby they just wanna watch." Ian said.
"No." I said forcefully no way in hell was I gonna let two men watch me have sex with my boyfriend.
"This is not up to you." He snapped.
"Like hell it's not up to me!" I felt a sharp stinging blow as the skin on my cheek opened up.
Then two sets of hands were grabbing me. Lifting me up and forcing me back onto the bed.
"What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" I yelled.
"It's ok baby, you make us feel good, we'll make you feel good." I choked back bile. There was nothing I could do to stop this. Jase held down my right arm and calf, Payden had my left.
"No. No. No, no, no, no." That was when the tears came.
"Cole." Ian moaned into my ear.
"Cole sweetie you gotta wake up. Cole? God dammit wake the heck up!" My eyes snapped open as Beth was shaking me. I was in bed at home where I was safe. I wasn't back at school.
It was then I realized I was shaking, and my face was wet. I'd been crying in my sleep.
"What happened?" I asked Beth my voice was raspy.
"You were just having a bad dream, a nightmare." She said trying to comfort me.
"It wasn't just a nightmare. I see it all the time. Like a constant shitty loop playing over and over in my head. And there's nothing I can do about any of it. And the only time I feel like I even have a little bit of comfort is when…" I trailed off looking guiltily at Beth. No way in hell was I gonna tell her about me and John. She would freak out.
"When you're with Dad?" Beth finished for me looking at me with a knowing expression on her face.
I tried and failed to pull off a shocked and innocent expression.
Beth saw right through it and smiled. "I found out this morning," she said.
I glanced at her guiltily.
"I saw you guys in the gym," she said in offer of an explanation. Her expression was guarded and she was clearly choosing her words very carefully.
"I have to say, I'm a bit hurt you didn't tell me sooner," she said looking at me sadly, then she started to realise a few home truths. "At the same time, I cannot believe that he has been riding Dean and me so hard! Do you know how much we've struggled to keep to his rules? Oh my god! All this time I've been pushing him away … and … and …" she shook her head, running her hands across her face.
"I'm sorry Beth," I said quietly, chewing on my lower lip.
She sighed. "You're my sister, and I love you. I want to see you happy, and I want to see him happy. Whether I like it or not, both of your demons are less exaggerated when you're together." One thing about Beth, she forgave easily. She'd clearly been giving this a bit of thought throughout the day.
I smiled a small smile at that. "So can I ask you something?" Beth said quietly. "Although I may not want to know the answer..." She said with a quick smile.
"Shoot." I said, warily. Million dollar question, here it comes.
"How long have you guys been together? Really?" She asked cautiously.
"We've been together since, May, 18th." I said judging her reaction. I'd told Beth about my assault, or at least that I was assaulted the next time I had seen her, which had been June 4th.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You guys were together not even a month after you got assaulted, Cole what the hell were you thinking!" She chastised me.
I ducked my head avoiding her gaze. "Beth, I needed him in that time. I couldn't call my father. My God could you imagine how much this would destroy him if he found out I was raped?!" I said tears falling.
Beth looked uncomfortable but remained silent allowing me to finish.
"That his precious, strong daughter was overpowered by a couple of humans. I felt like no one would ever want me, like I'm damaged goods, and John shows me every time he sees me how far off the path I've gotten, how wrong I am. He makes me feel safe, cared for, protected." I brushed a hand over my face, wiping away the tears.
She nodded I could tell she didn't understand, not really, but who would? Hell most days I barely understood what was happening.
"Can I ask you another question?" She said smiling a little more carefree this time.
"Shoot." I replied.
"What were you guys really doing on the kitchen table?"
I smirked. "We, uh, weren't exactly fighting. If that helps any. Well okay, mostly we weren't fighting." I said sheepishly not really wanting to answer. After all this was her dad and I was only a few years older than her.
"Oh, no ma'am. You are not getting out of this one that easily. I tell you everything Dean and I do. Spill the damn details." She said glaring half-heartedly at me. I gave in, chewing on my lip. I found it funny that given Dean and Beth had been "not" having a relationship, they still managed to do plenty that Beth relayed to me on a regular basis. They were like a geyser, building up pressure until they couldn't take any more, then it was a stolen moment here or there, nothing more than a few kisses usually, and it released the pressure so they could go back to following John's rules.
"So I kinda had a rough night last night. And it all started with a kiss," I paused to check she really wanted to hear this, Beth was nodding away. "Then we got into a fight, this is where we broke the wall… don't ask!" Beth giggled. "I flipped him onto the table he pulled a knife on me, so I pulled his own gun on him," I chuckled, thinking about it. "We ended up making out on the table before it collapsed under us – you know the results of that." I grimaced. "And then we had another fight out in the gym, and finally another kiss, which I'm guessing is the one that you saw." I glanced at Beth and she nodded in the affirmative.
"You guys were fighting?" Beth asked.
"No. Not really we were…..uhm taking our frustrations out on each other." I said with a blush coloring my cheeks. Thank God it was dark in the room.
Beth looked at me and chuckled. "Well that explains all the things I've noticed when you two are around each other, you both are tense, moody, and you gravitate towards each other. It's all sexual tension." She said with a laugh. "Trust me, Dean and I have that going too." She said somberly.
I rolled over onto my back and just stared at the ceiling. Beside me Beth yawned and rolled towards me.
"I'm gonna try and get some sleep now, unless you need me to talk some more." Beth said drowsily.
"Nah hon, I'm good, you get some sleep, I'm gonna get dressed and try to put in a work out." I said. I felt edgy, and restless; the remnants of my nightmare still too close.
I turned on a light while Beth groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her eyes. I pulled on some clothes and slipped into my tennis shoes, then made for the door, turning off the light at the wall.
I made my way out of the house, no one else was up. Good. I needed a nice long workout. As I got closer to the gym, the lights were on.
Hmm. That's weird, I didn't leave them on. When I reached the shed, I could see John moving around the boxing bag throwing punch after punch and landing a few well-placed kicks.
I simply stood quietly, not wanting to disturb him. He seemed tense and edgy, a mood that was a perfect combination to work off some frustration, I would know.
I moved into the shed, sitting on the small couch that was present, watching and absorbing techniques, all thoughts of burning through my own aggression were gone as I watched John circling the bag, pounding the hell out of it.
When he finally quit and turned towards me, he seemed a bit more relaxed.
"I didn't know anyone was up." He said breathlessly, frowning a bit.
"Neither did I." Came my reply. "I couldn't sleep so I decided to come out here and beat down my own demons. Looks like you beat me to it." I said with a wry grin.
John moved to stand in front of me, crossing his arms and looking down at me with a concerned expression, he cocked his head to the side. "Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked quietly.
"No I'd rather not, it's the same old crap, I'd rather just beat the hell outta something." I said honestly.
John spread his arms wide. "Well let's go then buttercup." He said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Please old man, I'd hate to hurt you. Don't you think you need a rest?" I taunted him with a grin.
"Excuse me young lady I'll bet I can take you on with one hand behind my back." He said arrogantly.
I simply raised an eyebrow in disbelief. I crossed over to the stereo to get some music playing. This epic fight was gonna need a soundtrack. I chose Linkin Park's Numb.
"Okay," I said turning back to him. "If you win, and take me with one hand behind your back, what's your prize?" I asked. This sounds like it's gonna be fun.
"A kiss." He said simply.
"Game on."
I put up both hands, while he held up one hand, his left. I knew from experience he was a right hander. No way was I losing.
I darted forward throwing a right handed punch which he blocked, then a left jab which was also blocked. He caught me unaware bringing his left hand down and around into my ribs, the sting from it caused me to groan ever so slightly.
"Come on sweetheart you may actually lose this fight," He taunted me with a grin beckoning me to attack again.
I couldn't help it if I felt a tiny bit wary.
He attacked me as I stepped up to him, forcing me to duck to avoid being punched in the face, coming around out of the dodge, he punched for me again. I grabbed his arm, disabling him. After all he could only use one hand.
"You sure you don't wanna even the odds?" I asked with a small chuckle.
"Sure why not?" He replied kicking my legs out from under me.
We met the mat, with John having the upper hand. I knew I'd been beat. I should have known it from the get go.
"You know if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask." I said cheekily knowing I'd been hustled. I shouldn't have been surprised after all it was John Winchester.
He gave a breathless laugh at my humor. "I don't ask for anything." He said before claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss.
I broke the kiss momentarily. "Do me a favor?" I asked, softly.
John simply grunted in response as he kissed his way down my neck.
"Don't bite my lip, I almost have it back to normal." I said, knowing that it probably wouldn't do any good, the man definitely had an oral fixation.
He grunted again in response, and I felt a light sting on my collarbone that made me gasp and arch my back into him.
He lifted his head and claimed my mouth again this time, nibbling lightly on my lip, dammit.
He kissed me thoroughly, starting a slow insidious burn in my bloodstream.
I broke the kiss. "I do think you've claimed your winnings."
"I'm going to claim a lot more than that." He had been holding his weight off of me, but he chose this moment to allow his body to blanket mine. I could feel the evidence of his arousal through his jeans.
I spread my legs wider to allow his hips to cradle within mine. I could already feel the throbbing heartbeat we were both craving, and as soon as I saw the smug smile across his face, I was sure he could feel my anticipation too.
He leaned in to kiss me again. "God, Nicole, I need you. I need you desperately, it's just too much." At his softly spoken plea, I raised my head to meet his lips.
As we parted I pulled my tank top off revealing the upper half of my body. John had pulled back slightly to watch me, his gaze darkening when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra.
I toed out of my shoes and socks around the same moment, the only thing to go would be our pants. He grinned at me suddenly, his gaze hungry and predatory. He leaned down and captured one sensitive nipple between his lips.
I arched my back, bucking my hips up into his, God how did one get so talented, the things he could do with his mouth. I swear watching John Winchester lick his lips had to be the equivalent of finding the adult channel at 3AM.
As it was I buried my hands in his hair, having to put some effort into bringing his gaze to meet mine.
"I need you!" I said forcefully unable to stand it any longer, he ignored my plea and refastened his mouth to my nipple.
The tidal wave of heat that swept through me had me crying out his name, and clinging to him. At the pulsing ferocious need between the two of us, I felt his hips buck into mine. I was riding out the end waves of an orgasm that had come too soon and not quite hard enough, there was no way in hell we were done here.
John stood, holding me while I locked my ankles around his waist his experienced and steady hands were kneading and massaging my butt. I groaned and arched my back into him, his hard firm chest felt so deliciously good against my sore and aching breasts.
His long confident strides had us in front of the couch in no time. "Baby, I've got you I won't drop you." I moaned a response, kissing him again.
He nuzzled my neck. "I need you to unbutton my pants baby girl." He said urgently. "I won't drop you."
His voice was raw primal thread of sound. I dropped my hands from clutching at his back and shoulders, to the waistband on his jeans. I deftly opened his belt, then the button and zipper.
I was working to lower what I could on his jeans, not exactly in the best position to get them off. He lowered us both onto the couch, his own hands roaming my body reacquainting himself with every curve, every sensitive spot that would elicit a gasp, moan, growl, or thrust.
I lowered myself down his body pulling his boots and jeans off in one process, I wasn't planning on leaving his body again. Then my own shorts and panties came off.
I lowered myself back onto him, straddling him. His mouth roamed my body, every noise his hands could elicit from me his mouth could accomplish tenfold.
He lowered one hand between our bodies, testing my readiness, and groaned at the sensation of fluid flooding his fingers. His thumb circled my clit and I bucked into his hand crying out.
No this wasn't right, I mean it was good but I needed more. I made a small sound of protest. "No John I need you inside of me, I need you filling me, stretching me." At my own words and John's skilled fingers, my body melted into another orgasm. Before I even had time to ride out the delicious shockwaves plaguing me, John had removed his hand and repositioned me directly over his shaft.
He didn't even give me time to enjoy the sensation, before edging inside of me.
"Is this ok?" He asked me, his voice low and full of concern, I couldn't speak, barely nodding as he let me take control. I sank on to him, pushing myself and burying him to the hilt. My body milking and gripping John's pulled a low growl from his lips. "Fuck baby you're so damn tight. You feel so amazing."
I desperately tried to move my hips, seeking friction, but John held me fast, just allowing his body to stretch mine, allowing me to get reacquainted to the size and feel that was purely John.
My orgasm was dying down, and with it I felt the pure sensation of being spent. The feeling was almost painful, but I had to get over it. I hadn't done my job yet. I forced myself away from John, getting the friction we both so desperately needed.
I was trembling, the force of two orgasms nearly taking me down, but John was having none of that. He grasped my hips, guiding me along his length as I gripped the back of the couch behind him. John let me set the pace, the depth that was comfortable. I felt safe in his embrace, and I sank on to him with a shuddering sigh.
I watched his eyes darken as the friction between us grew - I slid on and off him in a rhythmic motion, never quite letting him leave me entirely. He lifted me just slightly to change the angle and I gasped as he hit a spot inside of me I'd never felt before, driving deep, it almost stopped me altogether, but at his insistent groan I kept moving.
His hips were thrusting into mine of their own accord, our bodies becoming more familiar with each other every time we were together.
I felt a more subtle edge start to build inside of me, and I shuddered deep and full-bodied. It was new, it was primal. A low growl escaped him as he felt my body clamping down around his for a second time.
His hand slipped between us again and his thumb found my clit, while his mouth lavished attention onto my nipple. The vibrations that were sent through my body had me gasping in delight.
His breathing started to quicken, his hands on my hips guiding me as I turned to jello, unable to do anything other than ride the wave. He'd let me have control up until now, but now he took over. I lavished him in kisses as he grunted and moaned my name. Nicole. It had such an erotic sound to it just on it's own.
His hips were thrusting to meet me, in an urgent and desperate motion. I felt him stiffen, he threw his head back against the couch, a long groan escaping his lips. I watched him, as he stiffened and thrust a few more times into me, the sound of his release tearing from his mouth.
He pulled me against him and buried his face in the crook of my neck, feeling my rapidly pounding pulse that was keeping time with our bodies. As I twitched around him, he growled again, his voice low and hoarse, a mere thread of primal need that had been temporarily sated.
I collapsed against him boneless, and limp; exhausted, happy, and finally ready to get some sleep.
Exhausted he leaned back onto the couch, while I curled in beside him my head resting on his chest. I closed my eyes, just absorbing the delicious hum flowing through my body. With a free hand he pulled the blanket down which was always on the back of the couch from when Beth came out here to read in the winter. It was scratchy, but it covered us and provided a nice cocoon to snuggle into.
"Get some sleep baby girl, no one should bother us out here for a few hours at least." His voice sounded raw and scratchy like it hadn't been used in a while. I snuggled further into his bare chest, my nightmares were now the absolute furthest thing from my mind. I sighed contentedly as I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Author's Notes
Hey guys so I know it's been a few days. I'm still going strong on this story I promise.
The song used here is Obsession by Sky Ferreira. It is really good and upbeat I just though it portrayed the feel was going for with this chapter really well! Anyone has any music suggestions or songs you might want to see featured let me know!
Thank you to BellaDonna78 for her awesome Beta work and for helping me out when I got so bogged down in the details, I would get confused as to when and where to break up the chapter.
If anyone is confused as to who Beth is, I strongly recommend checking out both of her stories 1. Highway to Hell and also 2. All Hell Breaks Loose . They are phenomenal and if she hadn't written them I wouldn't have reviewed and now we are doing a full crossover into each other's universes.
She is already into her second story now, while I am just starting this "Prequel" for all intents and purposes. So if things kinda seem like they don't quite match anymore let us know so we can fix things. She should be going back soon to redo some chapter's where Cole may crop up, so stay tuned for those changes.
I would also like to note, I love interacting with my readers, I especially like long reviews. So please feel free to tell me parts that you loved in a chapter, parts that you hated, if you were confused on something, maybe the way it was worded didn't quite sound right to you and you would like some clarification. I love to discuss plot points and new direction's the story could take. I will give you guys a slight spoiler the middle piece of this story is going to seem like a collection of one shots almost that do have a purpose in the bigger story we are trying to tell here so if anyone has any comments or suggestions about one shot scenes you would like to see, or any future hunts you really want to explore. Let me know I love interacting with my readers. Favoriting and Following are great but I LOVE to know what you guys hated, or loved what you thought seemed out of character, whether you think the story is getting too angsty, or too sappy.
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