Welcome everyone to chapter one hundred and twenty eight! This one is many just for one thing. I thought you guys deserved a treat. Hope you enjoy.
Friday: August 15, 2014
She was surprised that he had waited this long, and that he didn't suddenly drag her off to an empty office or something. She had even hinted at it at one point, but he shook his head. I want to take you on my own term. No time limit. No need to be quiet. His voice had been so low and desperate sounding that it made her shiver.
The restraint that he had shown as so crazy, and lasted all the way up until she was unlocking the door to the room. The automatic click came, and her feet had been swept out from under her, as Dean practically rammed his way through the door.
Angel squealed as Dean threw her across the bed. She knew it was a little rougher than he would have liked, but the frustration had been building in him since Roman had sprung them with the fact that he had a match.
Blinking, she turned to watch as he fought to get their bags into the room. "Fucking finally." She heard him growl as he threw the bags into a pile. "I thought we were never going to fucking leave that fucking arena."
He was certainly frustrated.
"Roman couldn't fucking wait until we got back to the hotel to fucking take a goddamn shower."
Reaching down to undo her boots, Angel bit the inside of her cheek, trying to stop the smile that was trying to work its way onto her face. She knew that Roman had only done that to punish Dean for the way he acted. She knew that Dean had realized that as well when he had almost broken the handle of his suitcase when Roman had announced that he was going to take a shower. She saw the anger flicker over his face, watched as his mouth opened to snap something at the man walking away from them, but then watched as he gritted his teeth and huffed out a 'hurry up'. Dean was trying to be so good after his outburst that he was pissing him off.
Her eyes flickered up to the man who had sat himself down on the edge of the bed to take his boots off. Just how upset would he get if she told him that she wanted to take a shower? Could she talk him into one with a promise that he'll still get what he wants after, or during? Maybe it would be better if she just acted like she didn't know that she was a second away from being pounced on and just go get ready to take a shower.
"I just know that the bastard was trying to drive me truly crazy."
"I think you're right." She said dropping her boots to the floor. She slid herself to the far end of the bed, closet to the door and put her feet on the floor. Adrenaline spiked in her, she felt like she was trying to pull off a heist, not just get to the bathroom and start taking a shower before her pent up boyfriend threw her over his shoulder and tossed her back on the bed with all the promise of a long and pleasureful night.
When she made it to the bathroom, she felt downright giddy. Stupid really. She knew that if she asked, Dean would let her shower. She was sure that at least tonight, Dean would let her do anything she wanted to make up for being an ass. But she couldn't help but feel like she got a one up on the man as she flicked on the lights and turned towards the sink.
A gasp came from her as she looked at her own reflection. Stepping forward, she blinked as if what she was seeing wasn't real. It certainly wasn't the worst she had ever seen herself, by far. She could still remember how she looked the night after what happened with Randy, but what was in front of her still didn't look good.
The bags under her eyes were dark, giving away to the world just how tired she really was, her hair was a mess from life and because Roman had decided to give her a noogie before they parted ways in the hallway. Not without whispering 'good luck' to her. Those things were commonplace on her by now, especially when their schedules became more hectic like around pay-per-views and whatnots. The thing that really stood out to her was the dark oblong bruise that was on her neck.
She pressed even closer to the mirror and stretched her head up so that she could get a good look at the mark. It had been the first time she had seen it since Dean gave it to her. Damn. She knew he had bitten her hard, hard enough to break skin, but she hadn't expected this. She could count each of Dean's teeth if she wanted to.
Running her hand over it, she hissed as her fingers touched the small cut that lined up with his eyetooth. Would makeup even cover this one? She prayed that the mark would at least fade a little bit before Sunday, even though she knew better than that, bruises got worse before they got better.
Running her fingers over the mark again, she remembers the look that was on Dean's face when she pulled back and looked at the mark he had left behind. There were so many emotions, she couldn't pinpoint them all, but she knew that the man was stuck in his head because of what Seth had said. That Dean even in his stupor had sought her out for some sort of comfort. It made her heart ache.
Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back from the sink. She could feel the heat radiating off the man behind her as he pinned her flush to him. "Roman is not the only one who's driving me crazy." He said in her ear. "You want to guess who the other person is?"
"H-How many guesses do I get?" She asked trying not to show how his voice sent chills down her spine.
"One." He rasped as his hands started to rub up and down her sides. When they finally slipped under her shirt, she closed her eyes and leant into him. "You only get one, and if you do get it wrong, I'm going to give you a matching mark on the other side." He ran his noise over her unmarred skin.
She swallowed the thought of intentionally messing up before meeting his gaze in the mirror. "I'm going to guess…" Her breath hitched as he ran his tongue along her neck, as if he was preparing her for what was about to happen. "Um…Me?"
When she felt him snicker against her as he scrapped her skin with his teeth, she had thought that maybe she did get wrong. Even though she was one hundred percent sure that she was right. There was no way that Dean would bring someone else up right now. Especially not the other person that would fit the question.
A shiver when she felt a gentle kiss again her. "Good guess."
Through the mirror, she watched as his hand ran up her arm, over her shoulder, and across her neck. With a slight bit of hesitation, his fingers ghosted just under where the bite mark was. As he caressed her skin, she heard a sigh come from him, before he moved around her.
Now able to see where he was touching, Dean did just what she had done moments ago; he started to trace around the marks of his own teeth. She could have sworn he was running his tongue around on the inside of his mouth in time with his finger.
"It doesn't hurt."
He nodded. "I don't want to ever hurt you. Leave you a little sore, sure, but never hurt you. Never hurt you. Never."
Knowing that he was falling back into his head, she reached up and grabbed his hand and pulled it towards her mouth so she could give him a kiss on his bruised knuckles. "Speaking of being sore, how are you feeling." She quickly added. "Since your match, I mean."
She could almost watch as he pulled himself out of his own mind. After blinking a few times, he pulled his left arm from her and started to roll it around in circles. "Pretty good. Cesaro mercifully didn't go after my arm that much."
"Oh?"
"He almost seemed to be avoiding it, expect for when he threw me into the steel post."
Her eyes went wide, and she spun around so she could face Dean. 'You were thrown into a pole again?" She looked at the tape that was still around his shoulder. She clicked her tongue. She hated that she wasn't even surprised at this point, it seemed like every single match that she had to stand there and watched Dean's body crash against the steel that held up the ropes.
She reached up to place her hand on his shoulder, she then looked at his face very closely as he gave it a squeeze.
He chuckled. "I said it was fine."
When he didn't flinch or give away any signs that he had been lying about it, she turned to playing with a loosened part of the tape. "Well, why don't we get this off you and relax the muscles with a nice warm shower."
The mentions of a shower seemed to flick a switch in the mood because suddenly, the hand that was laying on her hip, suddenly gripped her tighter. "Don't you think it would be smarter to wait on the shower?" He leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching. "Since I'm just going to make a mess out you anyway."
I'm going to make a mess out of you. Those words. The last time she had heard him say them, he had done just that to her. "I don't want to end up taking a shower at three in the morning again." She told him. "And this way you can actually take a shower with me."
"Trying to sweeten in the pot?"
"Is it working."
"Just don't' say I didn't warn you." He said letting her go.
Her whole body shuddered at the loss of warmth that always poured out of Dean. She had to fight against the urge to just say 'fuck it' and leap into his arms again. Instead, she gave him a small before stepping away to turn on the shower.
When she turned back to Dean, she saw that he had already started to strip down. His tank top was gone, thrown somewhere, already forgotten. Even as her eyes ran down his chest and stomach, she couldn't help but shake her head at him. "Someone's eager."
"Eager?" He looked up from where he started to undo his belt. "Eager isn't the word the I would use. Impatient is closer to what I am, right now." He ripped his belt through the loops with a crack, like a whip. "I want what is mine so bad, I can taste it on the tip of my tongue." He licked his lips.
Trying to not get lost in the sinful promise that was burning in his baby blues, she stepped forward and placed her hand on the tape that was running across his chest for added support for his shoulder. "Then, let's get this off you."
Looking down at the tape on his shoulder, he sighed as he reached up and grabbed at the section that was already stretched out from his fight and started to pull on it. Her eyes widened as the bandage started to pull away from his arm leaving behind angry, red skin.
"Hey!" She reached up to swat his hand. "I know you're impatient, but you don't have to skin yourself. Damn." She carefully rubbed the skin that he had just pissed off. "Turn around, I'll get it."
With a huff, Dean did what he was told and turned away from her. With a practiced touch, she felt for the edge of the tape and snagged it under her nails. After making sure she had the whole thing, she started to unravel it from him. Circling Dean like he was one of those poles at a fare, she slowly and carefully pulled the tape into ball in her hands.
Like always the first few layers were the easiest to get off, since they weren't touching his skin. Then came the tricker part. He grunted as she pulled at the tape, his skin catching every now and then. Trying to detract him at least a little bit from the pain, she ran her fingertips along the path of skin that she was leaving behind, which seemed to help him relax a bit more.
When all she had left to do was the last couple of loops that were wrapped his arm, she had him sit down on the closed toilet lid. She then started to pull on the tap that was around his bicep. Dean gave a small flinch, and she knew it was due to the tape pulling on his arm hair, but there wasn't much she could do about it. After all the times she had done this for him, she had wondered how he had any arm hair left on his upper arm. Surely the tape had ripped it all out by now.
With one final tug, the tape was gone, nothing but a ball in her hands. "There we go." She said, turning to throw the ball away.
As she fought to get the tape off her own hands and into the trash next to the toilet, Dean rolled and moved his arm around just as he had before, only this time he didn't have the added support.
She watched him intensely, watching for every movement, trying to catch any hint of pain on the man's face. She was surprised when she didn't see anything. "Looking pretty good." She smiled, touching a patch of skin that was still red from the tape pulling on it.
He nodded as he kept testing his shoulder. "I don't know how much longer I'm going to need to keep taping it."
She gave him a hard look. "That's not your call. I want you to get the 'ok' from the medical team before you start going out to the ring without it. Last thing we need is for you to get hurt again because you stopped bandaging it too soon."
His eyes flickered over to her, and she saw the look of defeat on his face before he sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I'll get it check out this weekend."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
After a second to decide whether or not she was going to believe him, she went with believing him and through that he needed a small reward for taking a hit to his pride. Stepping into him the best she could, which ended up with his left leg between hers, she lent down and kissed the top of his shoulder. She then pulled back before placing another one right on the darkening bruise that she knew was from hitting the steel pole. She then trailed her kisses towards his neck. When she got to the spot where his shoulder and neck met, she snuggled into him.
It took her a moment to realize that tears were started to brim in the corner of her eyes, not enough to fall, but they were there. She knew they had been brought on by the thought of Dean finally getting the 'ok' from the medics. She almost couldn't believe that it would be happening as soon as this weekend. Relief and happiness flooded her.
As she enjoyed the embrace, she suddenly felt fingers snaking their way under the back of her shirt. "Are we talking this shower or not?" Dean asked. "Because if we are, you are entirely too dressed for this."
Before she could answer, she felt his long fingers running up and down the length of her bar. Pulling herself out of the crook of his neck, just enough to see his face, she watched as his eye flickered for a second as he tried to figure out where the clasp was.
"Need help?"
When he found it, he looked at her in the eyes before undoing the clap with one hand and a cocky smile. "Arms up."
She shook her head but did what he told her to and suddenly her shirt and bra were, but another piece of cloth forgotten on the floor.
A low groan came from Dean had his eyes trailed down. "Now, we're even."
"Looks like it." She chuckled. "Now about that shower-"
Her voice hitched as she felt a shock of pleasure rock through her body, as she was suddenly lifted until only her tip toes touched the floor. With a quick glance down, she saw Dean's jean clad leg pressed right up against her. Her breath hitched as her mind flashed back to what happened in the hallway earlier, when he had pressed his leg into her just like this.
Biting her lip, she looked back up to his face. A sigh pushed from her as she saw the devilish look that sparkled in his eyes. Before when they were like this, he had her coming undone with ease, for everyone to see, this time they were alone. Nothing to stop him from finally finishing the job, and judging by the look he was giving her, he intended to do just that.
"Darlin'" His voice drawled out, low and rasp. "What have I said about biting that lip of yours?" He ran his thumb over her lip, pulling it out from between her teeth. "Fuck." He grunted as she suddenly felt a hand grasp onto her hip.
A cry came from her as he rocked her back and forth on his leg. Even through both of their jeans she could feel him flexing his muscles in time with each pull and push. Adding to that the wonderful friction that was sending shots of pleasure through her body.
"One second baby." Dean said as he pulled her off his leg. At the loss of the friction, she whimpered, which only earned her a chuckle. "I said one second, you needy little minx. I'm going to do something that will make you feel even better."
Feel better? She questioned in her head as he reached for her belt, undoing it with ease. He then set onto her pants button and zipper. When that was done, he reached back, tucking his fingers into the waist band, just above her ass, before tugging down roughly, leaving both her pants and underwear in a heap by her feet.
"Dean-" Anything she was going to say was cut off as he pulled her back onto his leg, she cried out as she felt the denim against her.
"Fucking hell, you're soaked already." Dean said as his hand went back to their spots on her hips. "I can fucking feel you through my jeans. Damn." When she blushed at his words, he chuckled as he started to move her against him again. This time there wasn't anything that stood between her and the rough friction she craved.
Gasping and keening, her hands found their way to his shoulder using them to help steady herself. As he pressed her harder against his thigh, her nails dug into him, but the grunt he let out told her he didn't mind.
As the hot pressure built in her, she became lost in bliss. So lost that she missed Dena leaning forward until she felt the nip on her collar bone. "Selfish little thing." He mumbled into her skin. "Are you really going to make me do all that work?"
She was focusing too much on the way his voice dropped, that she almost didn't hear what he had just said. But when finally she registered the words, her eyes went wide, and she looked at him in the eyes. "I don't…I haven't…I…" She rambled, trying to figure out just what she wanted to say.
A chuckle that vibrated through Dean's chest, cut off her thoughts.
"Oh, come on baby," He smirked at her. "All you have to do is rock yourself, just like this." He said slowing the way he moved her as a demonstration. "Remember back at my place our first time? Remember when you road me, this is the same thing. You set your pace, figure out what works for you."
Taking a deep breath, to clear her head just enough to think, she looked down at where Dean's leg slotted between hers and started to move herself just like had been. The movements were awkward at first, not really giving her the same pleasure as before, but she adjusted the way she was sitting, she couldn't stop the cry that came out of her.
"There you go." He praised her. "God, look at you. Using me for your pleasure. I fucking love it." His voice sounded like he was talking right into her head. It made her dizzy.
"Dean." She breathed as she tried to keep up her movements.
"You got this baby." He told her as he started to run his thumbs around in small circles on her hips. "Keep going. You got this."
She felt the rush of wetness as the coil in her stomach started to tighten. She started to melt onto him, molding herself like water around his thick leg. When her feet slipped out from under her, she heard Dean snicker as he helped to right her again. When he pressed her back down onto his thigh, harder than she had been before, she threw her head back and moaned. "Dean."
"Sounds like someone's enjoying themselves."
She peaked through her lashes at him to see a satisfied smirk on his face, and if her mind wasn't completely focused on her own approaching release, she would have called him a bastard for it.
"Dean…I."
"I got you." His fucking smirk grew. "Come on baby, as soon as you cum all over my thigh, you can take your shower."
She moaned pathetically and her footing slipped again.
"Easy baby." Dean chuckled again. "You're getting sloppy." He helped her back to her spot. "You good?"
"I…I." She couldn't think of an answer to his question. What did he even ask again? She could have sworn he asked her something. Could have sworn she had heard that raspy voice of his, though she could have just been hallucinating it, using it to help her to get the edge. She loved his voice, loved how deep it dropped when he promised something, either pain or pleasure, loved the way it was constantly raspy as if it had been shaped by all the glass that had been smashed against his body. Just a reminder of all the hard times and tough fights that Dean had been through. Which only made her toes curl even more.
As much as she didn't like the fact that he had put himself through, she found it incredibly hot. If she wasn't lost in her own pleasure, she might have blushed in guilt. But instead, she started to think about it. Started to imagine him, bare-chested, standing in the middle of the ring, covered in blood, a mix of his own and someone else's, all with that cocky smirk on his face. She almost came just at the picture that flickered in her mind.
When her mind came racing back from her fantasy, she heard him still talking to her. Praising her. Trying to fan the heat that was taking over her from the inside out. "There you go. There's my pretty little minx." He groaned. "You must be close; you're drenching my leg."
She whined, her feet slipping for a third time. "Dean." She pleaded.
"Yes, Darlin'?" He gazed at her with such awe that her heart fluttered.
"P-please."
The hands on her thighs grasped her, clamping her downwards, applying more pressure right where she needed it. She didn't know how much tighter that coil inside of her could go.
D.D.D.
Dean watched with an almost morbid fascination as Angel came undone on his leg. He could feel the rush of warm wetness that spread over his thigh, soaking through his jeans. Once again, the sick thrill of knowing that he was the only one who ever got her to come this way, or at all, rushed through him. He smirked to himself as she shook in his arms.
Rubbing soothing circles on her back, helping her come down from her high. He waited for her for her to fall lax into him, just like she always did after coming. "That's my girl." He chuckled as she gasped from just shifted her weight. "Looks like someone earned their shower."
After that neither of them said a word as he helped her off his lap and on to her own two shaky legs. Making sure to keep one hand around her waist to support her, he reached out and pulled the shower curtain back enough for them to get into the tub.
"Wonder if we used up all the hot water?"
"It's a hotel, I hope not." He put his hand under the water, it was still warm. "Looks like we're in business." He turned back towards her. "Come on, in you go."
Keeping on hand on her at all times, he supervised her as she got into the shower, only letting go once she was leaning against the wall. Even then he kept a close eye on her to make sure her still shaking legs weren't just going to give out on her. When she took a tentative step into the water stream, he finally relaxed and turned to quickly rid himself of his pants and briefs. Not without admiring the large wet spot on the pant leg. He couldn't stop the proud feeling that rushed him.
Shaking his head, he pulled out the condom that he had pocketed before coming into the bathroom. He knew that Angel would want to take a shower. It was basically her routine to do so after a show. Especially when they had to travel as well that day. Tonight, was no different.
Even with how long he had been 'patiently' waiting to have her all night, who was he to say no.
Ditching his clothes in the corner of the room, he made his way into the shower behind her. His eyes landed right back onto Angel who was partially arching herself into water flow. Not looking away from the show in front of him, he placed the condom on the little soap shelf before leaning back against the wall behind him and crossing his arms.
She seemed to pay him no mind as she ran the shampoo through her hair and soap down her body. It made him almost feel like he was peeking on her, like he wasn't supposed to be watching what he was. But that didn't stop him from following the soap lather trails that ran down her body.
He raised a brow as he watched Angel focus on her task of getting clean. She certainly didn't seem like someone how had just came on his leg without a care in the world just moment before, but he knew. Could see the effects it had on her; small hitch in breath here and a little flutter of the eyes when she brushed one of her more sensitive spots.
A particularly large group of bubbles slid down to rest right above her nipple. Without thought, he reached forward and whipped it off with his thumb.
A gasp pushed from her as her eyes finally shot up to him. Those hazel eyes landed on him as if she was shocked that he was standing there before trailing over his naked body. He studied her face as her eyes trailed downwards. He knew as soon as she got to his cock when a blush formed over her cheeks and neck. Then she bit that fucking bottom lip of hers. His cock twitched and her eyes widened slightly.
He stifled the groan as his mind rushed back to the time, she blew him in the shower. Got to have her mouth on him again. He would kill. Would kill anyone to get the chance. Judging by the look in her eyes, he wouldn't have to. But he shook himself. He had made a promise, had told her that he would make a mess out of her, to remind her of who she belongs to. He couldn't lose himself that soon, and he would lose himself if she got down on her knee.
Taking a breath to ground him, he drew back once more, giving her the space needed to finish her shower. Which thankfully she seemed to get as she started to run her soapy washcloth down her body again. This time her movements were slower, less focused, and he could see her trying to sneak a glance at him every now and then.
He wondered what was running through her mind. Was she trying to figure out what his goal was? What his next play was? Foolish. She should know that he was unpredictable. Even he didn't know his next move. Which was why he was as shocked as she was when he reached out and grabbed her arm, the one that had been scrubbing herself, and used it to twirl her around so that her back was to him.
With skill, slick movements, he wrapped his right arm, his stronger one over her chest, his hand landing on her shoulder. Gripping her tightly, he forced her back against him, her head meeting his chest. He then snaked his other hand down to settle on her thigh.
"You look clean enough to me." He rasped into her ear. "At least for now."
A pretty little sigh escaped her mouth as she fell against him, surrendering herself without hesitation to his whims. He hummed his approval as he looked down at her. It was always moments like this that he truly realized how much taller he was, how much bigger he was. He as his hand took up most of her thigh, he would be lying if he said it wasn't a turn on.
Angel slowly jacked her head back as far as she could, so that she could look him in the eyes, and he couldn't help as his standard smirk contorted itself into a smile as she looked up at him with longing and love in her eyes. It almost made him feel guilty for all the thoughts that had been running around his head. All the things he wanted to do to her. Almost.
Keeping his eyes locked on her, he inched his fingers closer to between her legs, making her squirm in his hold. However, she didn't have anywhere to go as the arm across her chest, held her firm. When he reached his destination, he heard her breathing faulter and felt as her heart started to speed up.
He loved how sensitive she was after she climaxed. And it's only the start of the night.
He smirked to himself as he let his mind run wild. How far was he willing to push her this time? How much of those messed up fantasies did he want her to know about? For now, he just teased and played, pulling whimpers and moans from her.
When he had ran his thumb over her clit, her hands shot up and found purchase on his arm across her chest. "W-wait." Her voice shook.
His hand still instantly. "You ok?"
She nodded. "Yeah, it just….so soon after…I just…it's too much."
Relief washed through him as he realized what she was getting at. "Baby, we've been through this before." He told her as he started playing with her again. "I told you that I'm going to make a mess out of you, and once isn't enough to do that. Remember last time?" She started to thrash her against him. "How many times did I have you come last time? Do you remember? Huh?" He asked her even though he knew the answer. He could vividly remember the three mouthwatering times he had her moaning his name, begging him to give her what she so desperately wanted.
Even though he had been proud of sending her over the edge three times that night, it hadn't been anywhere near their record. That was six. God, he thought back to that night. He almost snickered at himself when he realized how similar it had been to this one. That night Seth had gotten him so railed up that he was seeing red, and Angel to her namesake was more than happy to help him 'work out some energy' as they had started calling it at some point. He had then fucked her to the point of exhaustion. A feat that he was planning on doing tonight as well.
I'm going to break her. Before he could even entertain the thought that made his cock twitch against Angel's back, he said. "How many times do you think I'm going to make you come tonight? Huh? Angel? How many? Four time? Five? Maybe go for our record and have you scream my name seven times. How does that sound?"
The noise that came from her was a mix between a moan and a groan. It was like she wasn't sure how to feel about what he was promising.
Still not getting a verbal answer from her, even though he knew he wasn't going to, he decided to push her a little more. "Dean!" She cried out when he pressed his middle finger into her…slowly. Painstakingly slow, even for him.
"There you go." He cooed in her ear as he started to pump in and out of her with the same leisurely pace. He loved the way her body both relaxed and tensed with each slow thrust of his fingers. Loved the way her hips started to move on their own, trying to find the rhythm that he had set so that she could get more pleasure.
He chuckled as he added another finger. "Here's what we're going to do." He said calmly as if she wasn't rubbing against his erection with each movement, as if he couldn't feel the need and want building in him so quickly that it was almost dizzying. "We're going to count how many times that you come tonight. Alright? That way we have an exact number on how many times it takes to make a mess out of you?"
She whimpered.
"So, what I want you to do is count them for me. After each one I want you to tell me how many it's been. You can do that for me, can't you?" A little moan was all he got back as an answer, but that wouldn't do, not this time. "I need an answer, darlin'"
This time when she didn't answer, he quickened his pace with his fingers, until she was almost jackhammering in his arms. Each thrust of his fingers is met with a broken noise, that he knew she couldn't stop from coming out if she tried. "D-Dean."
"Can you do it for me?" He asked again. "Can you baby?"
"Ah." Her head feel forward, her open mouth latching onto his arm that was still holding her against him. "I…I…Ah." Seeing how hard she was trying to answer him, he slowed down a bit, allowing her to get her head back.
"What's that?"
She took a moment to catch her breath, before picking up her head just enough that she could turn in to look at him. "I-I can."
Pride and lust shot through him at her words. "Good girl." He picked up his pace again. He relished in the moan that came from her as she crumbled into his hold. He could feel her legs shaking against his, could feel her chest heaving to try and get air only for him to knock it out with another thrust of his fingers.
It wasn't long before those pretty little pleads started to come from her, the ones that told him she was close to coming. Though he could tell even without them, could feel the way her body was tightening around his fingers.
"Dean. Dean." Her fingernails dug in so hard into his arm that he cringed from it. "Oh! Please…ah."
"Come for me baby."
Her plaint body suddenly shot tense, her head fell back against him, and her moans and cry were cut off as she came on his fingers, soaking them. Holding on to her, he worked her through her orgasm, only stopping when her hands started to push against his arm.
He removed his fingers from her, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean before he turned her in his arms just enough to see her face better. He watched her closely, looking for any signs that told him he pushed her too far, but what he got instead was heavy eyelids, a slightly opened mouth, and a dazed look.
"Good?"
She nodded slowly as she tried to catch her breath. Making sure to hold onto her, he helped her move around the small tub until she was leaning on the wall. The water that was still spilling out of the shower grazed over half her body and she gave a shiver.
He quickly turned it off. He knew her body was overstimulated from coming twice so close together, and the feeling of the water was probably doing more harm than good. When he shifted back to his stop, he gazed back down at her.
Not able to stop himself, he trailed a finger over the bite mark that was still as dark as it was the moment that he gave it to her. She gasped at his touch, her hazel eyes landing on him instantly. Smiling down at her, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a quick, heated kiss, one that he hoped covered everything it needed to in the moment.
When he pulled back, she was panting yet again, but she never dropped eye contact with him. "Two."
For a moment, he couldn't figure out the meaning behind the word. Two? Two what? His eyes shot wide as his fucking brain finally worked. She was doing what he had asked of her. She was counting her orgasms.
"Fuck." The blood rushed straight down to his cock, making him even harder than he already was. Without a second through, he scooped her up into his arms and pressed her into the tiled wall. As if planned, her arms wrapped around his neck while her legs found their spot around his waist.
When the head of his cock rubbed against her, they both let out a moan. Glancing down, bit his tongue, it would be so easy to just push up into her. God, he wanted it so badly. Wanted to feel her without anything in the way. But he couldn't. Not yet. He knew that would end up being a conversation they would have some time.
Shifting his hold, he moved her around so he could hold her by one arm, while the other one reached over to grab the condom that he had stashed.
Holding it up, he made sure that Angel could see it. That why she knew exactly what he had in mind. Pausing for a moment to give her time to back out, he quickly ripped the packet open with his mouth. After disposing of the foil over his shoulder, he glanced at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were locked on his hand, watching his very movement.
He raised his brow as her eyes dropped down to watch as he put the condom on. With practiced movements, he rolled it over himself, just barley stifling the groan that was in the back of his throat as he manhandled himself.
An airy breath hit his face, as Angel leaned closer to him. Her mouth found his jawline and he sighed as she started to give him little kisses and nips. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling. The all too innocent feeling. Too tender for what he was about to do to her, and it made his heart ache.
With his task done, he put her back into her previous spot. This time when he felt her heat against him, He didn't fight the temptation, he let his hip buck, pressing the head into her just enough to tease them both.
"Dean." She moaned against his skin.
"Yes, darling?" He said through gritted teeth.
"Please." She used her arms that were still wrapped around his neck to tug his head down.
"Please what? Use your words."
When she realized that he was going to give her what she wanted, she groaned in defeat before trying to move herself closer to his face. He held fast, watching her with a smirk. A frustrated look echoed over Angel's face. Behind his head, he felt her fingers tangle themselves in his mostly dry hair. "Give me a fucking kiss, you asshole." She pulled his hair.
Even as the moan escaped him, he shook his head at her. "Aw, listen to those bad words coming from that pretty mouth." His eyes flickered down to her lips. That pretty mouth that drives me fucking crazy.
Leaning forward until their lips just barely touched, he flicked his tongue out, just enough to lick his own lips while skimming across hers. He felt her mouth part as he did it a second time, an invitation that he couldn't pass up.
In an instant their lips are pressed together, his tongue pushed into her mouth. Drinking in the way she whimpered into his mouth as she finally got what she wanted. He couldn't help but grin as claimed her. Hot and wet. It was just what both of them needed.
As the shower filled with moan and pants, he pressed her into the wall again, freeing his right arm. Reaching down, he grasped his cock, gave it a couple quick pumps, before lining it up. When he ran his tip up and down her wetness, a heavy curse pushed out of his chest.
"Dean…" She begged into his mouth.
He lowered her down onto him. As the tight, wet, heat wrapped around his cock, his eyes locked onto where he was disappearing into her. He didn't know when it started but he loved to watch as she took him, it was such a fucking beautiful sight.
"Shit." He groaned. The urge to just slam her down until their hips met was so great that his hands were shaking. "Always so…tight for me." He gritted out. "Fuck…baby…"
"O-only for you."
His eyes snapped to Angel's face, and his breath was knocked from him as he saw her watching him with watery eyes. "What?"
Her face flushed bright red, as a determination crossed her gaze. "I said that it's only…only for you." She smiled. "Because I'm yours."
He grabbed her ass with both hands and began to ram into her hard. Hard, fast, and deep. Angel screamed out as her head fell back against the wall as her hands grabbed onto wherever she could reach, her nails digging into him. His chest. His arms, His neck. He loved it.
"Say it again." He demanded as their hips smacked into each other. "Say it."
A desperation like he had never felt before hit him. He didn't just want to hear Angel say that she was his, he needed to. Needed it like air in his lungs. Like hearing her saying it would make everything in his fucked-up mind right again. Like it would heal all the pain that he had ever been put through. All of it.
"Angel." His voice came out in a low growl like sound that even surprised him. "Say it again."
She let out a cry as her body shook in his arms. "I'm…I'm yours."
He reached up and grabbed her around the throat a lot like he did in the hallway. "Damn right." He claimed her mouth once more. She cried into his mouth as he kept up with his brutal pace. Dean could feel her whole body twitching and shaking. She was close.
"You going to come for me again?" He smirked at her. "Coming around my cock? Or is it from the thought of being mine?" He asked as her, tightening the grip on her throat, just a little bit.
"D-Dean." She whined at him.
"Come for me baby, show me that sweet little face that is 'only for me'. Show me what is mine."
He felt her pussy clenching around him as her body shot tight with tension as a soundless scream was pulled from her.
"Fuck." He groaned as he tried to hold out even though she was trying to milk him, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself. As much as he would love to come with her, he didn't want to, not yet.
"Such a good girl." He praised as he worked her through her orgasm. "Just let yourself go. I got you."
Her body was still vibrating when she slumped forward and rested her head on his chest. Not able to see her face, he focused on the labored breaths that he could feel against his damp skin. As she came down from her high, he tried to ignore the way his cock throbbed still inside her, and the way his own mind was chastising him for denying him of his own pleasure.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he gave her back a rub. "You good?"
It took a few seconds, but Angel did nod her head against him. Even though he would have preferred a verbal answer to his question, he let it go, knowing that she wasn't going to able to give one for a bit.
Shifting his weight, he stood there and waited. When her breathing finally went from short, fast pants to deep, slow breaths. He tried again. "Angel?"
"Huh?" She mumbled against him.
"You're forgetting something." He teased.
Again, another moment passed before she pulled her head out of the crook of his neck and looked up at him. "What?" Her voice was so raspy that he wondered if she would be able to talk in the morning.
Even then he said. "You're forgetting something." He watched as her glossy eyes flickered around his face, while she tried to figure out what he was talking about. It was both amusing and cute to see. "Come on baby, don't tell me for you forgot already." He chuckled. "You did so well last time, remembered all by yourself."
She drew her brows together as she shifted in his arms, causing both of them to moan as her hips stirred with him still inside her. "I um…" She tried so hard.
He didn't even give her a chance to think about it, instead he changed up his hold on her so that he could pull away from the wall. He paid close attention to the little noises that came out of her with each movement. He then carefully stepped out of the tub. Not bothering to grab a towel or anything before walking out of the room and into the bedroom.
As he walked them to the bed, Angel let out a loan drawn out, pitiful moan that was laced with just how overstimulated she was, and he couldn't help but smirk.
Getting to the edge of the bed, he pulled himself out of her, reminding himself that it was only temporary, before placing her on the bed. He then sank down onto his knees, so that he could look up at her.
"You were so good for me earlier. Did what you were asked without hesitation but now… Now you can't even remember what it is I asked of you." He clicked his tongue.
A cute, worried look washed over Angel's face "I don't…" She paused and her eyes widened. "Oh." She sighed. "Three."
"Good girl." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her knee. "I knew you could do it." He nipped at the soft skin on her thigh.
"Oh!" She jumped. "Dean."
Kissing the spot that he had just bitten, his eyes locked onto her drenched core. "So pretty." He said under his breath. She was so slick and wet, and it was just for him.
His cock twitched.
Glancing up at her again, he licked his lips. "My mouth waters every time I see you." He glanced back down. "Fuck." He groaned as he couldn't stop himself from leaning in. Bring his hands up, he placed them on her thighs and pushed them open so he could slot himself between them. With one more glance, he set his mouth directly upon her.
Her body shook and shot tight as a loud cry pushed from her.
"So sweet." He said lapping her up. "You're like a fucking drug. I mean it." He rumbled against her. "When I haven't tasted you for a while, I go through withdrawal. Shakes and everything." He started back in.
"D-dean." She fell back and arched her back.
He wrapped his arms around her legs, locking himself there as he ate like a starving man.
Little mews and cries kept coming from Angel as she started to thrash around on the bed. "Dean… Dean…" He could hear her voice breaking. The overstimulation was getting to her. "Please. Please. Please."
He pulled away just long enough to ask. "Please what?"
"T-too much. Too hot. Please."
She let out a loud yell. One that he knew the people on their floor would have heard. Seconds later his tongue was flooded. At first, he was taken back, he hadn't expected her to come so fast, but quickly he changed pace so that he could devour what she was giving him.
When her little sounds, turned quiet literally into what sounded like cries, and her hands gripped onto him anywhere she could reach, he forced himself away from her. Still settled between her thighs, he racked his eyes over her. Her body was still shaking and twitching as she tried to calm herself down. Watching as her chest rose and fell in uneven breathes, he couldn't help but notice just taunt her little nipples were, nor the pink hue that blanketed over her chest, neck, and face.
Eyes locked on them, he slowly rose from his knees, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. He could feel her muscles jumping under each one. "You alright?" He asked as he placed a kiss right in the middle of her sternum.
"Uh huh."
Smirking, he deviated from his trail of kisses so that he was hovering right over one of her nipples. Then looking up through his lashes at her, he blew on it.
She gasped and arched her back up before moving so she could look down at him. He knew that she was trying to glare at him, but due to the fucked out look on her face and the tears in her eyes it didn't have the same punch.
"So darlin'." He trailed over to give her other side the same treatment. "How many times was that?" He asked, trying to be a little bit merciful. He knew that the longer they played this game, the less she was going to have the brain power to remember what the game even was.
It almost surprised him that she gave him a verbal answer at all. "F-four."
"Good girl." He pushed up away from her chest to give her a proper kiss. "So, do you think you have one more in ya?" To emphasize his question, he pressed his still hard cock into her hip.
"Y-you, you haven't…." She paused to take a deep breath. "You still haven't finished?"
"Nope. Was a little too focused on finding out just how many times I need to make you come to officially make a mess out of you. Which judging by the small line of drool that's on your cheek, I'm going to say that four, four times is that number."
She brought a shaking hand up to her face and rubbed at the spot he was talking about.
"So? You going to answer my question?" He raised a brow. "Do you got one more in you?" This time he didn't just poke her with his cock, he reached down, took it in his hand so that he could rub the head of it over her clit.
Her body jackhammered off the bed and her eyes rolled back into her head, and her mouth fell. When her legs fell open, almost as if inviting him in, he wanted nothing more than to take the invitation, would have not too long ago, but this time he glanced from where he pressed against her soft flesh, to Angel's face again.
"I need an answer." He rubbed against her again.
After a strangled cry came from her, Angel lifted herself up just enough that she could list both arms around his neck. "Do you really need to ask to take what's yours."
He sank into her.
Silentmayhem: You made me laugh so hard with your review. I loved it. I hope this makes up for being a terrible 'talented' tease.
LifeWithCatHair: I'm so glad you liked the chapter. We are getting closer to the big moment. It's not going to happen the way most thing. But It's coming very soon.
Katmoonchild: I'm glad that you so saw that! She is what he needs. No matter what.
Brookeworm3: I hope the anticipation was worth it. This chapter was so hard to write for some reason. But i hope you like it.
Katara Melody Cullen: I love peeking into Dean's head. For some reason he's easier for me to write then Angel is. Lol
Sonia: I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter. I hope you like this one as well.