beerpieandguns | [Continued] The Love Me Meme

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[Continued] The Love Me Meme

[She stepped out and took the towel from him, drying off quickly. Bed really did sound good. It had been a long -- interesting -- day. If she was lucky, tomorrow would be too!]

[She stepped out into the room to look for some clothes to wear to bed. Assuming the bossman permitted clothing in bed.]

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[She squeaked involuntarily and squirmed, trying to get away from the pinching. That tickled!] Dude! You're thinking about this all wrong, you know.

[She squeaked. She squeaked. He couldn't help a laugh and decided to cut it out with the pinching... in favor of actual tickling.] Then enlighten me, Dean. How should I be thinking about this?

Sam! [She ~~shrieked~~ protested. Squirmed and twisted trying to push his hands away. Interesting maneuver when he was still buried inside her, laying on her, and her legs were still around him. Not exactly a lot of escape room.]

[He groaned a little--because she was wiggling and squirming against him and he couldn't... quit help the way he felt himself give an interested twitch in response. He was still buried inside of her, it was bound to happen. He quit tickling in favor of grabbing at her hands, laughing a little sheepishly.] Dude-- okay! Calm down. No more tickling!

[She panted and squinted a glare up at him. It wasn't as strong a glare as she planned for, since she'd felt that twitch and gotten a little distracted. Add in Sam holding her hands down and, well... some things distracted her easily.] Better not be. Punk.

As I was saying... you're thinking too much about all the times we can't have sex now, and not all the new times we can. Just think how less boring stakeouts will be.

Or what? [He grinned, panting a little himself, at that threat. He had her wrists caught... be hard for her to retaliate like this!]

[He leaned in, letting his lips brush hers.] Stakeouts. Are you serious?

Or I'll bite you. [She grumbled, giving her hips a slow, deliberate roll, legs still tight around him.]

[She grinned a little into his kiss.] What's wrong, Sammy? Don't think you can keep a lookout while I'm riding you?

You'll bite me? That's a pretty lame threat, Dean... [But damn, the roll of her hips made up for it. He let out a soft groan of his own, grinding back on her.] God--

[He lapped at her lower lip playfully.] You know how kinky that'd be?

What kinda threat do you want? I'm at a little bit of a disadvantage here. [Not that she minded. Her hips continued rolling in lazy circles, moaning softly when he started grinding against her. So much for needing rest!]

[Her tongue flicked out to brush against his when it moved over her lip.] More or less kinky than me going down on you while you're trying to keep watch?

Well, you could always try to switch the position... [But he kind of liked how she looked under him, rolling her hips against his. Rest could come after, when she wasn't distracting him.]

Dean... [He nipped at her lightly.] Sounds like this job is going to get a lot more interesting. [In a good way, this time.]

I could, but I like this position. 'Specially when I can feel you getting hard inside me. [She grinned wickedly at him. Her hips stilled with her legs tight around him and she tightened her inner muscles around him.]

You didn't answer my question. [She teased, grinning and returning his bite lightly.]

[He groaned when she tightened around him, rolling his hips against hers slowly.]

What-- [He tipped his face against her neck, smiling a little.] You riding me on a stakeout would definitely be kinkier than you sucking me off... harder to focus too.

[She grinned at his answer, turning her head to nuzzle against his ear and whisper.] You're just saying that 'cause you like feeling how wet I get for you. You like feeling me hot and tight around you when I come. Like coming deep in me and feeling my body milking you dry, don't you?

[He moaned softly at those words, hip bucking up a little harder. God--] Dean... [He nipped at her neck again.] God, love how you feel around me, yeah. Love feeling you come, knowing I'm the one pushing you to it. You look so desperate sometimes... and you are, right? Say whatever you want but you love getting your little brother to fuck you, right? Love it when you feel me coming inside you, marking you up...

[Dean laughed breathlessly as she tipped her head back, loving his teeth on her neck and the marks he'd surely be leaving behind. When he moved harder, she did too, grinding back against him.] God yes, I love my little brother fucking me. Love your body heavy and hard, pressing down against me. Love your cock filling me up in every way. Want you to come inside me every single time and take what no one else can have.

[He smiled a little against her skin, shivering at those words. Fuck...] Mean that, Dean? Only want me? [He lapped at one of the marks he'd left behind, nuzzling at her.] Have to say, love fucking my big sister senseless, love how you feel around me.

Promised, didn't I? [She murmured back softly.] Only you. [Even with decades of commitment phobia, it didn't feel weird at all to say that. Everything was different with Sam. He wasn't someone she'd have to walk away from in a few days or someone who'd ask her to stop hunting and settle down with him.] Mmm... do it, Sammy. Fuck me senseless.

Yeah... yeah, you did. [He smiled softly, kissing her gingerly before he started to draw back for better leverage. She wanted to be fucked senseless? He could do that. He started to push into her harder, hands going to grab hold of her legs, angling her hips up.]

Oh... [She gasped, mouth handing open on panting breaths as he started in on her hard and fast. Oh god, he was good at that. Sam was so big and his body was so powerful, sometimes she felt like she was being mauled... in all the best ways.] God, Sammy... fuck... you're so good...

Dean... [He groaned her name, head falling forward as he pushed into her, fingertips biting into her skin a little. She was so good, looked so good like this.] So are you... feel so amazing, Dean... Mine. All mine, right?

[She shivered when he said mine like that. As if she could argue with that?] All yours. Don't need anyone else if I've got you. [She covered his hands on her hips and held on.] You can have me... touch me, kiss me, fuck me any where, any time you want. Every part of me's yours.

[He watched her hands cover his, moaning at those words as he bucked even harder into her.] Love you... Love you so much, Dean. [He leaned in to kiss her lips roughly.] Yours too, everything.

[She moaned into his kiss.] Yes, mine. Fuck, I love you. Sammy! [Her back arched and she pushed harder against him.] God...

Love you too... [He panted, face pressing to her neck. He was so close, right there on the edge and her pushing back against him, calling out his name like that wasn't exactly helping much.] Dean...! [He was pushing in even harder, trying to push in as deep and hard as he could as he came hard.]

Fuck! Oh god! [She gasped and cried out when she felt him spilling deep inside her. It was so dirty. She fucking loved it.]

[She followed him over not long after, whimpering his name as she writhed under him. Sam had certainly delivered on his promise to fuck her senseless. By the time she came down, she was wrung out and practically boneless.]

[Continued] The Love Me Meme

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