Rest Stop

Chapter 5

Sam hadn’t lied to Kelsey; the reason he had been flinging the cue ball back and forth was to distract himself from the pictures of naked Kelsey running through his mind. He was convinced that being in close quarters with Dean was turning him into a horny sex-maniac, because while he had a healthy imagination, it had never run away with him as it was now. His answer to her comment had come out no where near how he intended, so to get back in her good graces, he had taken her up on the offer of playing Truth or Dare. He remembered the game bringing about some particularly inventive encounters with his girlfriend prior to Jessica and he hoped it would be at least half as effective with Kelsey.

He had been curious as to the fight that Morgan had mentioned, so he asked that question first. He wasn’t that surprised that it hadn’t been close to an actual fight; she really didn’t seem like that type of girl. Since she had opened with a personal question, he had asked about kissing on a first date. Since their situation wouldn’t be considered a date even to the freakiest of people, he followed up with the prior to a first date kiss question just to see what his chances were. Even though she didn’t answer, the smile she gave with her negative response was enough to give him hope.

Then she asked the sex question and threw all doubt of whether she was interested in him out the window. He had answered as suggestively as he could without coming right out and offering to her a demonstration. He could hear her breathing increase as he made a speech of which his brother would have been proud. He hadn’t been lying either; the minute she had voiced the question, an image of Kelsey riding him, head thrown back in ecstasy, had taken up residence in his head and refused to leave. That picture also brought about an erection that wasn’t going anywhere soon, no matter what distraction he tried to use. So when she had chosen ‘dare’ he had decided to make his move.

The kiss had been worth the wait. Kelsey’s lips were warm and soft, her tongue wasting no time twisting with his. The moan that came from her throat when he ran his hands over her bare arms was erotic and left him wanting more. She managed to find one of his most sensitive spots, when she latched on to his earlobe after asking, “Truth or dare, Sam.”

Determined not to be outdone, he answered, “I’m gonna have to go with dare.”

His cock grew even harder when she responded, “Prove it to me. Prove to me that that’s your favorite position.” He quickly picked her up by the arms and placed her in his lap, wanting as much physical contact with her as possible. He kissed her again, one full of heat and promise and said,

“Yes ma’am.”

He punctuated this agreement by shifting Kelsey slightly in his lap, causing his cock to rest directly between her thighs. She let out a breathy gasp and her eyes widened as she felt him fully for the first time. He wound his fingers through her silky hair and drew her lips back down to his. Slanting his head, he kissed her as deeply as he could, massaging her every inch of her mouth with his tongue. She tasted of beer and peppermint; two flavors he never would have guessed would go together, but combined were delicious nonetheless. He felt her relax into his embrace until her breasts were pressed fully against him and he could feel her hard nipples brush against his chest with every movement. Sam was so absorbed with kissing her that he didn’t even notice the lights in the bar come back on, until they separated enough to breathe.

Sam blinked against the harshness of the sudden illumination of the room. He glanced at Kelsey, hoping that the moment wouldn’t be broken. He broke into a huge grin when he saw the expectant smile on her face and felt her hands trail down to find the bottom of his t-shirt. He helped her out, pulling the shirt over his head.

“Wow,” she said appreciation evident in her voice. She skimmed her fingertips across his now naked chest, “I’m really glad I can see again. I wouldn’t want to miss this.” She dipped her head and dropped a line of kisses across his skin. Sam barely had time to be a little smug at how impressed Kelsey seemed to be with his body before she bent her head far enough to lick across one of his nipples. He basked in her attention for a minute before he realized she was way overdressed.

“Off with the shirt,” he growled. Kelsey looked up from her work and grinned.

“You’re getting a little bossy, aren’t you?” she teased before she pulled her shirt off. This time is was Sam’s turn to admire. She was all smooth skin, lithe muscles and pert breasts. Her white bra set off her tan skin perfectly. Sam slid his hand over her stomach and felt her muscles tighten when he did. She moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. “Oh Sam,” she breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”

He brushed his lips over the soft upper curve of her breast. “I have no intention on stopping. You did dare me to prove something to you.” He rubbed his erection against her center again, earning another moan from her and he reached around her back to release the clasp of her bra. She shimmied out of it, baring her curves to him. He stared hungrily for a moment before taking one pink nipple in his mouth.

She arched her back into his touch and threaded her fingers through her hair. Sam began to thrust against her in time with the suction he was applying to the tip of her breast. “Sam,” she whimpered. “Oh Sam. So good.” Her hands landed on his broad shoulders, her nails digging lightly into his skin. When he bit her gently, she squealed. He smiled against her and ran his hands down her stomach again, this time undoing the snap on her jeans. She paused her movements, causing Sam to glance up at her.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

She shook her head, dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders. “No, I just figured it would be easier if I moved for a minute.” She climbed off Sam’s lap, rubbing against his cock as she did. Sam groaned and was given a very mischievous smile in return.

“Brat,” he commented fondly as he watched her rest on her knees and slip her jeans down over her hips. The bright red bikini panties hugged her hips and made Sam’s mouth water. She gracefully pulled the pants off her legs, leaving her in only her underwear. His gaze traveled down over what seemed to be endless legs, only stopping his staring when he felt Kelsey’s hand on his own fly. He placed a hand over hers, halting her efforts. When she lifted a questioning eyebrow, he said, “Wait a minute.” He tugged her gently closer to him, claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. As he did, he stroked over the crotch of her panties, delighted to feel moisture there. She wiggled her hips in response, obviously enjoying his attentions. Finding her clit through the silky material, he caressed it and Kelsey gasped against his lips. He then began tracing lazy patterns on her inner thigh and licked his way down to her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. “How about you take these off too?” he whispered, flicking the band of her underwear lightly. She nodded in agreement and quickly slid them down her legs.

While she did that, Sam unbuttoned his jeans, hoping to release some of the pressure on his dick. Deciding that wasn’t enough, he took them off completely and took Kelsey’s hand in his. “Lay down darlin’,” he suggested.

“I thought you wanted me on top,” she reminded him, even though she was following his instruction. She reclined on the pool table, her hair fanned out underneath her, knees propped up primly.

“Oh I do and you will be. But that’s later,” he said, dropping a kiss on each knee before spreading them. He could smell her arousal and it made his cock throb even more. “First I’m going to do this.” He leaned over her, licking her slit from top to bottom. She shrieked in surprise. He took her clit between his lips and sucked lightly and slid a finger inside her, loving how wet she was for him. He had to place a restraining hand on her hips as they left the table completely. He kept lapping at her sensitive skin while adding another finger. She was moaning almost continuously now, her hips moving in time with the thrust of his hand. His motions increased in speed and she began chanting his name softly.

“Oh Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam.” He knew she was close to an orgasm when her inner muscles began to spasm around his fingers. He slammed his hand into her one more time, finding her g-spot when he did. Kelsey screamed, her thighs tightening around his forearm as she came, her eyes squeezed shut. He was breathing almost as hard as she was, watching her come back down to earth. She finally opened her eyes, blinking lazily.

She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling contentedly at him as she did. “Well, I believe you can mark satisfied off that list, cause I am certainly that.” Sam grinned as he crawled up her body, dropping a kiss on her lips as he did.

“Oh, we’re just getting started.”

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Dean blinked a couple of times when the lights came back on. Unsure of what move to make, as his mouth was still latched to Morgan’s breast, he glanced up at her. The sight that greeted him made his cock throb insistently in his way-too-tight jeans. She had her eyes closed still, back arched and head thrown back, hair cascading down. Her creamy skin was flushed pink with arousal. When he stilled, she finally opened her eyes, which had become more vibrant than they had been. Giving her nipple a final lick, he moved his mouth slowly back up her chest to her mouth. He wanted to make sure that she was still on board before he continued any further. This question was quickly answered by her eager response to his kiss, her fingers threading through his hair. After a minute, she pulled back and commented,

“You didn’t have to stop just because the lights came back on,” before kissing a line across his shoulder. Dean grinned; he did love a feisty woman. He leaned forward, skimming his lips against the smooth stretch of neck within reach. He gave her a soft bite and she gasped loudly and clutched his back. She moved as close to him as she possible could; her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Dean was pleased that she was responding as ardently as she was, a feeling he made known when she latched on to the sensitive skin below his ear.

“Jesus, Morgan,” he growled, sliding his hands up her back and into her curly hair. He coaxed her mouth back to his, sliding his tongue inside as soon as she parted her lips. She tasted warm and sweet and the little moans of appreciation that she made were driving him wild. He broke the kiss after a moment and asked roughly, “So, do you?”

Morgan struggled to open her eyes, her lids heavy with desire. “Do I what?” she responded, leaning in for another kiss. He gave it willingly, then answered,

“Do you like it a little rough?” Dean heard her breath catch in her throat and felt her thighs clench around his waist. He gave a deep chuckle, before running a hand between her legs. She moaned again and surged forward, causing more skin-to-skin contact. Dean’s hand was trapped between their bodies, so he continued to massage her. Her hips began to rock in time with his movements. Dean decided that they were both wearing too many clothes and managed to unbutton the snap on her jeans. He lifted her gently off his lap and sat her on the floor next to him. Morgan frowned at this action and made an effort to close the distance between them.

“Wait just a minute baby,” he said, kissing her again before standing up. She followed him with a lazy gaze, a definite flicker of interest when she saw his hands reach for this belt. He gave her a smile and unbuckled his belt and undid the fly of his jeans, finding some welcome relief against the constraining denim. “You never did answer me, dariln’,” he reminded her, offering her his hand. She accepted and he pulled her to her feet.

She glanced up shyly through thick lashes before pushing his jeans down his legs. He kicked them to the side, leaving only his boxer briefs. She licked her lips as she appraised his form, causing him to groan. “Sorry,” she finally answered quietly, “I’m having a little trouble concentrating.”

“C’mere,” he ordered, pulling her into his arms as he did. He covered her mouth with his, as he worked her jeans over her rounded hips. Once he could, he gripped her ass tightly, bringing her entire body flush with his. Her ground his cock against her, swallowing her desperate cries. Dean began to move his mouth down her body again, covering her breasts with kisses and lapping at her nipples as he did. She was holding his head to her, as if she were worried he would stop. He licked a path down her stomach, grabbing two handfuls of jeans and silky panties as he did. He pulled her remaining clothing off, leaving her naked. Then he gently pushed her backwards, towards the nearest wall. When she was securely leaning against the concrete, he grinned at her from his knees.

“You don’t have to,” she whispered.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do,” he answered. With those words, he nudged her thighs apart and ran his tongue along her slit, from top to bottom. She shrieked. He chuckled and went back to work. He slid a long finger inside her, his lips brushing against her inner thigh as he did. He glanced up and was gratified to see Morgan’s eyes closed and mouth dropped open as she leaned against the wall behind her. He nipped at the delicate skin on her leg causing her to gasp his name. He continued moving his finger in and out of her, adding another and sweeping his thumb over her clit. Dean could feel her inner muscles tighten as she moved towards an orgasm. Her knees buckled slightly, but she managed to remain standing.

Her gasping breaths and occasional whimpers echoed off the walls of the bathroom. She moved her hand from its support position on the wall to his head, running her fingers through his hair. Dean hummed appreciatively against her, which caused Morgan to hiss through clenched teeth, “Oh, God!!” He paused a minute, dropping a kiss on her thigh. He glanced up and saw that Morgan was smiling down at him, her eyes half open and glazed with passion. “Please tell me you’re one of those macho guys that won’t quit until I’m satisfied,” she said quietly, excitement evident in her voice.

Dean laughed at her comment, glad to know that she was enjoying herself as much as he was. “I just might be, princess,” he answered, before returning his mouth to her pussy. This time, he didn’t use his fingers, but pushed his tongue inside her instead. He was rewarded with a renewed rush of wetness and another cry of pleasure from Morgan. Her hips began moving in time with the thrusting of his tongue and he circled her clit with his thumb again. Soon, her movements became more erratic and he knew she was close. He suddenly drove two fingers into her and sucked on her clit, hard. The added contact triggered her orgasm; she screamed when it hit her.

He lapped at her softly now, helping her recover and also preparing her for what was about to happen. When Morgan sighed happily, he slowly began working his way up her body. He paused at her stomach, his tongue dipping into her bellybutton. She giggled slightly at this, which caused him to move his gaze to her face. His cock brushed against her, coming to rest between her thighs as he stood from his crouch. “What did I tell you about laughing?” he threatened before skimming his lips across hers.

She laughed softly again, then bit her lip. “Sorry,” she apologized. “God did I need that!”

Dean grinned in response. “Glad to be of service,” he murmured before Morgan pulled his mouth down to hers. This time, she took control, sliding her tongue between his lips and pulling him as close to her as she could. Her hands explored his chest, tweaking his nipples on their journey. He grunted and she repeated her action. Her hands continued moving lower finally dipping below the waistband of his shorts. He breathed out a stream of curses when she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave it a slight squeeze.

“Wow,” she sighed, stroking him as she did, “you’re quite impressive.”

Dean grinned. “Thank you darlin’.” She ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading the moisture that had gathered. He took her wrist in his hand and pulled her hand away from him. “And while I appreciate your initiative,” he gave her a quick scorching kiss, “I’d much rather be inside you.” He took her whimper as a sign of agreement.

Leaving her propped against the wall, he pulled his wallet out of his discarded jeans’ pocket. As soon as he removed a condom from it, he tossed it back on the floor and pulled off his briefs. He couldn’t help but smirk when he saw Morgan’s eyes widen. Her smile was inviting as she held her arms open to him. Dean slid one hand over her stomach and down her thigh, bringing it back up with him. “Put your legs around me, baby,” he whispered, dropping a kiss on her neck as he did. She did as he asked and he made sure she was fully supported between him and the wall. Using his free hand, he rolled the condom onto his throbbing dick. With one arm wrapped around her waist and the other tangled in her hair, he slowly pushed his way inside her.

Dean thought his eyes might cross; Morgan was so tight. He moved in, an inch at a time, trying not to hurt her, but it was difficult. Her walls were gripping him like rippling velvet and it was all he could do to keep from slamming his full length into her. Her hands were on shoulders, then on his biceps, squeezing. “Dean,” she breathed. He didn’t realize at first that she was trying to get her attention, until she repeated herself. “Dean.” He opened his eyes to meet her gaze. “You’re not going to hurt me,” she said with a smile. He blinked a couple of times, wanting to make sure he understood her. Then he gave her his best grin, pulled back, and thrust into her.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned.

“We are,” Morgan answered. “Very well, I might add.”

With another grin, Dean rolled his hips and Morgan lost her ability to talk. “Hang on,” he said.