Supernatural OneShots

*No Strings Attached* (p2)

As soon as the motel door shuts behind me, I knew there was no going back. His lips are on mine, kissing me, biting my lip. I moan, already under his control, kissing him back when I can. He nibbles at my ear, then kisses my neck, sucking a few marks, making me moan his name. We practically tear at each other's clothes, kissing and biting until we're both naked. He pulls me to him, kissing me gently, then says, "Before anything else...safe word?" I smile, then shake my head, replying, "Maybe with other guys, but not with you." Which that's true. He's my ultimate sex fantasy. Other guys, I don't want to go too far with, but with Dean Winchester...I'll let myself go with him. No boundaries. And no safe words. He smirks, growling, "Damn right." Then he turns me around in his arms, my back pressed against him, and he kisses my shoulders, my eyes closing as I try to memorize those perfect lips on my skin. He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Bed. All fours. Now." I immediately climb onto the bed, like a dog, my ass towards him. Normally, this is when my self-esteem issues would bother me, and I'd complain about how ugly I am, but not tonight. He thinks I'm the prettiest thing in the world right now. I'm the center of his attention. I don't need to bitch about how I think of myself. I feel the mattress cave as he joins me on the bed, his body against my backside. His hands reach up, cupping my boobs, and I let out a moan. His large, warm hands knead my breasts like dough, making me moan and whimper as he whispers in my ear. "So fucking beautiful...gorgeous Ally...", he growls, his lips brushing my skin. He then begins pulling and pinching my nipples, the stinging sensation masked by how good it feels. Then, for some reason, the feeling of his cock between my legs is made known to me. How I didn't realize it, I'm not sure, but it's hard, and trapped underneath me, just barely touching my core. I push back a little, sliding myself down his shaft, sighing in want. His hands travel down my body, touching every curve as he kisses the back of my neck, then drags his lips down my spine. I whimper, "Please...Dean please..." He growls, "Use your words, babygirl. Tell me what you want." I can't take much of the torture anymore. I whine, "Take me...please...please fuck me...I need you so badly." I can practically hear him smirk, then his hands grab onto my waist. He pulls my hips back, entering me slowly, both of us moaning together. He fucks me slowly at first, his rhythm steady, and leaving me breathless almost instantly. But it gives me time to hear other noises. Like, his deep breathes and his moans of pleasure. And I can also hear the sound of his waist gently connecting with my ass. Then he starts picking up the pace. And I almost lose it. I moan, clenching the sheets, "Oh fuck! fuck yes! Don't stop! Ahh!" The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, him groaning, and thrusting even deeper inside me each time. I whine, and he pulls me up, his hand around my throat, the other on my waist, holding me up. He slams his hips up into me, now at a different angle, hitting my g spot right on target. I cry out his name, and he tightens his hand around my throat, growling, "Good girl...taking my cock so well, aren't you Princess?" I nod, croaking out, "Yes daddy." He chuckles, then slams into me again, making me tense up, feeling his balls smack my ass, and because I'm about to explode. He keeps thrusting into me, my noises becoming more whiney than ever, and he growls, "You gonna cum for me, Princess?" I nod, and he slams into me, going so far, I could swear he reached my stomach. I scream out as I explode, but he squeezes his hand around my throat, cutting off my voice. He keeps moving, my mouth hanging open as wave after wave of complete ecstasy rushes through me, then he groans, his cum pooling inside me. He kisses my neck gently as I whimper, him sliding out of me slowly. The sheets under me become wet with our juices, and he releases my throat. I gasp for air, falling onto the bed, and he says, rubbing my back, "Easy, Princess...slow, deep breathes...I didn't scare you, did I?" I look over at him, my head sliding over on the bed a little, and reply, "Yes and no...it was so...awesome though." He smiles, then gets up, grabbing something from his bag. He says, "I got something for you." I perk up. He tosses a small bag to me, and I catch it. M&Ms. Yum! I giggle, snuggling myself between his legs after he sits back down. We both eat the chocolate for a while, in silence, listening to each other's crunching, though we ended up in a laughing fit a few times. Then, he lays next to me, both of us looking at each other. He mutters, "Wow..." I roll my eyes playfully, replying, "Wow yourself, you were the one doing all the work." He chuckles, replying, "Nono, I mean 'wow' as in...you're beautiful." I start to shake my head, but Dean grabs my chin gently, making me look at him. "Ally, I'm serious. You're gorgeous, and funny. And a bit of a weirdo. You're awesome, sweetheart." I smile, knowing I'm blushing a little. No one has ever said those things to me. I pout, replying, "Man!...I know I said 'no strings attached' but...I really wanna keep you." He chuckles softly, his thumb caressing my cheek as he says, "I know...I feel the same way about you." He seems to be thinking for a moment, then he adds, "How about...we call each other when we need help on a case or we have nothing to do. That way, we can go hunting together, and also blow off some steam., how's that sound?" I nod, saying, "That could work. So we're not actually dating, but we still could sorta be together. I like it." But no other girls, okay?" He smirks, replying, "Of course. Wouldn't want to make you jealous, now would I?" I smile, then he rolls on top of me again, his lips finding mine. Apparently there was a round 2. And I was so ready!