"We aren't gonna make it to the room, are we?" You shake your head.
"Nope."
"Where?"
You grin.
"Car."
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He barely had time to open the door before you pull him down into a vicious kiss.
Forgetting what he was doing, he laced his fingers into your (h/c) hair. Using one hand to hold him close, you use the other to open the car door and push him inside. He stares at you with those heated hazel-green eyes, panting, and you crawl onto his lap before closing the door.
Immediately, he began rocking his hips into yours. you couldn't help but sigh at the sudden relief.
"Dean."
He growls.
"(Y/n)..."
Eager to get closer, he peels off your tank top as you tear at the buttons of his shirt. Arching his hips harder and faster, he groans your name in your ear, sending you higher.
"(Y/n)..." he says, panting. "I want you."
You groan. "Yes." He kisses your neck and begins to fiddle with your bra. Cold realization strikes you, and you stop him.
"What is it?" he asks, somewhat confused.
You swallow.
"I'm a virgin."
Dean smiles and brushes your hair from your face.
"I'll be careful and do whatever you like," he growls huskily.
"I'd like to keep it that way. For now."
He freezes and frowns for a moment, staring, then grins slyly. You could've sworn that his eyes went black.
"But I'm all wound up, and so are you," he whines, playing with your hair. "At least allow us both some relief."
You bite your lip.
"How?"
He licks his lips them wiggles his fingers, making a show of how large and long they were.
"O-kay," you say daringly," but I want you to relieve yourself first. I want to watch."
He nods and releases one of those sexy as hell growls of his.
"I like your dominance," he says.
"Get to it or I'm getting out," you order. "Besides, I could always go to your - what was it? Oh yeah - brother. I do prefer a dominate lover."
His growl was of anger this time, and he pushes his jeans and boxers below his HUGE member. It was at least at least six inches and thick as hell.
Damn.
You felt your mouth go dry for just a moment before it began to water. He notices you're drooling and chuckles.Grinning, he holds out his hand.
"Spit."
Instead, you lift his palm to your lips and slowly lick it from the heel of his thumb to the tip of his finger. He groans and keeps eye contact with you as he begins to stroke himself. Slowly at first, but he gradually speeds up, groans now becoming pants.
"(Y/n)..." he growls, tilting his head back as he sprays the roof of the Impala. You find yourself panting form desire as he wipes his hands clean and puts himself away.
"Now you."
He kisses you gently as he works off your jeans. You gasp when his thumb finds your clit.
"You're so wet, babygirl. So wet for me." His words were almost a groan in their own right.
You whine and arch your hips to his hand, adding pressure. Finally, he slips two fingers within and begins pumping them inside you. Arching and groaning, you gasp as he speeds up, returning his thumb to your clit.
"That's it," he praises," Come on..."
His fingers suddenly surge deep and spread, exposing nerves you didn't know you had. With a scream, you gave him your release, exactly what he wanted.
"We have two more days,"he says licking his fingers. "We'll have your virgin problem solved by then, my brother and I will."
"I promise."
You could only stare at him before getting dressed and heading to your car.
To be continued...
