everything •Jensen Ackles•

Chapter 11: Rack City

Maricela's POV:

We step out of the truck and walk towards the club. Jensen wears his sunglasses despite the sun's absence in the sky. I'm sure it's so no one would recognize him. I finally understand why he was hesitant about this before. The bouncers let us in, surprisingly without checking ids. I follow my date directly to the bar. He orders us shots of tequila.

"Jensen, you know I don't drink." I sigh. The bartender places the shots in front of us. "The first night we met makes me think differently." He says. "I already told you, that was a one time occasion!" Before I can protest any further, he shoves the glass in my hand. He clinks glasses with me before saying 'Cheers.' We down the liquor and immediately suck on the lime that was provided to us. My face contorts in disgust while he stands there laughing.

I turn to the bartender and lean on the counter. "Could I have a rum and coke," he nods and gets the glass and ingredients ready. "But hold the rum." He stops what he's doing and just stares at me. More of a 'what the hell' face. Damn, judgy much? I hear Jensen burst out in a fit of laughter beside me. "Nah man, give her the rum." That's all it took for the guy to continue making my drink.

I look at Jensen and nudge him, hard. "What the fuck dude. I just wanted coke!" I laugh but pretend to cry. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. The bartender sets down my drink and asks Jensen what he'd like. He orders a whiskey and in a matter of seconds it's placed in front of him. I hold up my glass and say, "Click with the drink..." then we click our glasses and I continue, "Now gimme a sip." And he does just so. "I thought you didn't want to drink?" I shrug after making another disgusted face. "I've never had whiskey before. And as I anticipated, I'm not a fan."

I slowly sip my own drink. "So tell me, what's your kink?" I look up at him and see him watching me. I play into it. I stick my tongue out to find my straw. Once I find it, I wrap my tongue around it. I stroke the skinny black straw upwards without breaking eye contact. The tip of my tongue touches the tip of the straw. I then fold my tongue around the straw once again before closing my mouth and sucking so the liquor fills my mouth.

Jensen stands there, mouth ajar. I remove my mouth from straw and raise my eyebrow at him. I lean into his ear, "Just gimme the dick." His breathing becomes uneven. "I want you to spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me..." I place an open mouthed kiss on his neck. I hear a deep groan slip from his throat. "I can take it." I step away from him and sip my drink once again. The music blares loud from the speakers.

"Oh, you think so?" He growls, bringing his hand up to caress my face. His thumb rubs the corner of my lips. "Oh I know so." His thumb now sits on my bottom lip, making it separate from the top. I use this opportunity to give him a taste of what he's stalling on. I open my mouth just enough to slide it unto his thumb. I wrap my tongue against his thumb and slowly lick and suck on it. If only we were at home, I could be doing this elsewhere. I skillfully work his thumb, occasionally stealing looks from him. He's practically drooling. I give him one last suck before pulling away.

I can tell he's at a loss for words. Finally, he musters out, "Wow." I shrug like my skill is no big deal. "What can I say? My tongue is amazing." He nods in agreement. "It sure is." "Just imagine it working on other places. I know I am." I wink at him. He leans in to kiss me but then he stops. I look confused, was it something I did? He holds up his index finger and fetches his phone out of his pocket. He reads whatever's on it and frowns. "What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I ask. "Yeah, it's just my wife." I roll my eyes. "Oh." Such a mood killer. "Just checking in on me." He texts her back and puts his phone back in his pocket.

It shouldn't bother me this much that his girl is checking in on him. I mean, she has every right. That's his wife after all. But it's no fair. I wish I were a few years older. Well, if I'm wishing for things I wish he was a few years younger. Jealousy runs through me. She has the pleasure of calling him her husband, the father of her children. No woman is more blessed than she.

But you're the one he's with. My frown turns into a smile. I am with him. I'm the one he chose to be with tonight. He wants to spend time with me. He wants to spend the night away with me. He wants to fuck me. So, I could give a fuck 'bout what his wifey's sayin. I ain't gon let her control us, control me. I'm gonna fuck her husband. I'm gonna make him mine.

"Rack, Rack City bitch
Rack, Rack, Rack City bitch
Rack, Rack, Rack City bitch"

Rack City by Tyga blares over the speakers. "Awe shit! Okay now!" The beat alone brings out the hood version in me. A side Jensen certainly hasn't seen. The song so familiar, I feel comfortable dancing to. I hand Jensen his whiskey and tell him to down it. We chug our beverages and I slam a $20 on the counter. I hook my arm in his and pull him onto the dance floor.

We weave through the crowd and find a spot to dance in. I unhook our arms and face him. Jensen just stands there, not knowing what to do. All I need him to do is stand there, I'll take care of the rest. This is the perfect song to twerk on him to.

"Rack City bitch
Rack, Rack City bitch
Rack City bitch
Rack, Rack City bitch
Rack City bitch
Rack, Rack City bitch
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties bitch"

My body moves to the beat as I mouth the words. I dance by myself, moving as seductively as I know best. And it sure seems to catch Jensen's attention. He takes off his sunglasses and shoves them in his back pocket. His eyes underdress me as he bites his lip. He pulls me into him, lips brushing against my face. I turn around so my back is against him. I lean forward so my ass is the only thing against his body.

I grind lightly, wanting to tease him before I go harder. I whine my hips before picking up the pace. I bend over more and place my hands above my knees. I begin to twerk once the clapping beats enters the backdrop. Unlike some of the other females out here, I actually move on beat. I lose myself in the song but Jensen brings me back as he grabs my hips. His grip is tight as he pushes me against his crotch.

I move my hips in a figure eight, making sure to do it harder and slower than before. I look up at Jensen and he stares down at me, hungrily. God, he's so incredibly sexy! I love the way he stares down at me like this. I love that I've made him get a boner even more. I feel my panties get wet. I stand up straight, leaning up against him for support as I continue my movements. His left hand sneaks around the front of my dress and runs it between my thighs.

I close my eyes, taking in his action. Then, he takes it further and pushes my underwear aside. I gasp as his fingers touch me. Oh my God... "Damn sweetheart, you're so wet for me." That I am. I grind on his fingers and he plays with me a little. I wanna touch him so fucking bad. "Let's get the fuck out of here." He growls into my ear before his hand leaves me.

I give a breathy sigh before turning around. "Oh yeah daddy?" He grabs my ass before replying, "I want you so fucking bad." I wrap my arms around his neck. "How bad?" His hands squeeze harder. "I've never wanted anyone as bad as I want you." That's all I wanted to hear. I kiss his delicious lips. I taste the hint of whiskey that lingers. He grabs the back of my head to deepen the kiss. I gladly accept his tongue and enjoy his eagerness.

Finally, he breaks it. "Let's go." He grabs my hand and leads me to the entrance. We make it outside and he tries running to the truck. "Baby, I'm not running in heels." Jensen stops and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal from his sudden movement. He runs over while I die of laughter. We get to his truck and he puts me down.

We both get in and the sexual tension is so much stronger than before. The ride home is excruciating. "Does this mean I win?" I innocently ask already knowing I did. He rolls his eyes, "You cheated. You know exactly what you were doing back there." I chuckle. "You cheated too, I just did it better."

It's taking everything in me not to tease him right now. With the amount I did today, I'm surprised he doesn't have blue balls. We finally pull up to the house. Before I can process, Jensen's already jumped out. I open my door and he throws me back over his shoulder again. "Jay!" He just slaps my ass. Once we're at the front doors, I ask him to put me down. He does before grabbing his keys and unlocking it. Here we go!