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Adult +
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For Whom The Bela Tolls
TITLE: For Whom The Bela Tolls
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Supernatural
SHIP: Dean / Bela
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. A slightly different ending to "Red Sky at Morning" Season 3 where Bela makes Dean an offer he can't refuse.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Supernatural Fic, so... I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Dean flipped through the stack of money Bela had just tossed to him, as was Sam. He had to agree with Sam, she did have style. It was the style of a shark as it slid silently through the water in search of its next meal, but it was style none-the-less.
He frowned, spotting a white piece of paper amongst the notes. He didn't know why, but he turned his back to hide what he was doing as he removed and unfolded the piece of paper. It was a note, on hotel stationery in a decidedly feminine script and it read: "I consider this as afterwards. My offer still stands. The Excelsior Hotel, Suite 701. Forty-five minutes. I hope you decide to take me up on it. Bela XXX" He read it twice. "She has got to be kidding." He said out loud with out thinking. "What?" Sam asked. "Nothing. Just thinking about that bitch believing money can square it for us saving her ass." He replied. "It is a little more useful than most of the other ways we've been thanked in the past, Dean." His younger brother pointed out. "It's just the principle of the thing." He continued adamantly, although his mind was on the note and the offer it mentioned and Sam grunted non-commitally.
She had to be playing him. One last dig before she left town. He'd get there and she'd have stuck him with the bill for the room or something. But, he remembered her in that perfectly tailored black number that accentuated her curvy figure and presented a fabulous view of her creamy cleavage. Her mass of sweet smelling blonde tresses, her full lips and big, clear green eyes and her exotic English accent, all of which made her a very sexy, beautiful woman. A sexy beautiful woman that he wanted to kill most of the time, who had, if the note were to be believed, was offering him something completely different to do to her.
He had thought they were just bantering when he had descended the stairs in his rented tuxedo, but apparently she hadn't. Her words echoed in his mind: "Afterwards, we definitely have to have angry sex." Playing the encounter back in his mind, the smile on her face had not been a kidding one. He stuffed the note into his jeans pocket and slapped the wad of money against his palm, turning to Sam. He was going to regret this, but it would bug him if he didn't find out what her game was. "Seeing as I've suddenly come into some extra cash, there's a guy I know in town, specializes in Charger parts and I've been meaning to replace the brakes. Will you be alright here for a couple of hours?" he asked his brother. "Sure." Sam answered, glancing at his laptop, thinking he could use the time to continue working on the translation of a ritual that might get Dean out of his deal with the Crossroads Daemon.
Dean grabbed his leather jacket while Sam switched on the television. Dean looked at his watch, it was almost one o'clock. "I should be back by four, five at the latest and then we can hit the road for Atlantic City." He informed Sam. "What?" Sam queried. "Atlantic City... Gambling, show girls, you know the place. The brakes aren't going to cost all that much and I want to have some fun. "Dean." Sam said his name with his usual let's talk about this tone and he left before his brother could continue.
The Excelsior Hotel was about half an hour from where he and Sam were squatting and he pulled up in front of it after about twenty minutes. He admonished the valet twice about not scratching the Impala before giving him the keys and taking the valet ticket. He took out the note and checked the room number one more time. "This is so insane." He thought and then laughed out loud, causing a primly dressed older woman to give him a strange look and a wide berth. He waved jauntily at her and walked into the hotel.
He crossed the lobby and went straight to the elevators. The door opened and he stepped in to find it manned by an elderly gentleman in a bellhop's uniform. He smiled and gave him the floor number. The old man gave him a curt nod and the elevator rose in silence, except for the soft strains of elevator music. "Doesn't that drive you crazy?" he asked, needing something to break the awkwardness he felt. "What?" the old-timer queried. "The music." Dean clarified. "What music?" the man enquired politely. Dean paused for a moment and then opened his mouth to explain further, but was saved by a soft chime and the door opening at his floor. "All right then." He muttered under his breath and stepped out of the elevator.
He found suite 701 and knocked loudly. The door opened slightly and he could see Bela's green eyes peer at him through the opening. "You came. "She said before swinging the door wide and walked back into the room. He followed her, shutting the door behind him. She was wearing a short, silk robe and if he didn't miss his guess, nothing else. She also had a tumbler of amber liquid in her hand. Her hair looked darker than usual and he realized it was still damp. Dean whistled as he looked around the lavish hotel suite while she walked to a doorway at the other end of the room and casually leant against the doorframe. So, casually in fact, that she exposed one of her creamy, shapely legs and most of her thigh. "Nice." He commented as the opulence of the expensive suite faded to mere background scenery.
"I guess being a cold hearted, mercenary bitch pays well at least." He stated. He was looking directly into her eyes when he said it and he could have sworn, for just a moment he saw a crack in her cool reserve and just the quickest glimpse of hurt before they narrowed and took on a sultry, speculative look. "Well, enough with the foreplay, already. Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to fuck me?" Bela told him and undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor behind her as she walked into the bedroom. Dean tried to find a retort, but the sway of her flared hips and high, firm; creamy ass and the suddenly uncomfortable erection in his jeans seemed to sever the connection between his brain and his mouth.
He could see the foot of the king sized bed through the doorway and watched as she turned and sat on it and extending her arms back to lean on them. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair as she slowly, sensually spread her legs exposing her swollen, open sex to him and giving him a direct challenging look. He was not surprised to see that she was completely shaved. He stripped off his t-shirt as he slowly closed the distance between them, not taking his eyes off her. He watched as she ran a manicured finger lightly through her folds, teasing herself and him. His cock twitched.
Dean undid his belt, undid the button and pulled down the zip on his jeans, grateful for the release of pressure on his cock as it tented the cotton of his boxers through the open v of his jeans. She continued to stroke herself as he leaned against the doorframe she had vacated to kick off his boots and strip off his sock. He let his eyes roam over her body. She was all smooth, pale curves. She might like the soft life, but she was well muscles and toned, her belly flat and well defined. Her skin was alabaster except for the pale pink, silver dollar circles of her areola and the large, upturned nipples, about the length and thickness of the first joint of his thumb. He immediately wondered what they would taste like, as they reminded him of gumdrops. He let his jeans slide down to puddle around his feet and then kicked them away.
She had added an extra finger, and was now no longer teasing. She was rubbing herself firmly and every now and again he watched her slide her digits into her sex. When she pulled them free, they glistened wetly, as were her folds. Dean licked his lips and swallowed to wet his throat, which was suddenly dry. She stopped touching herself and with one more, sultry look lay back, stretching out on the bed. "Don't stop on my account." He told her. She raised her head to look at him down the length of her body, her large green eyes slightly narrowed and smoldering. "What's the matter Dean? Do you need me to do everything for you?" she challenged him.
Bela had irritated him from the moment they had met, he didn't like her, he found what she did repugnant and now she was taunting him, as she lay naked, beautiful and unmistakably aroused on a bed in front of him. He didn't know what he wanted to do more, strangle or fuck her. He felt his cock lurch in his boxers, making the decision for him. "Damn you, Bela." He growled at her, whipping his boxers off and closing the last few steps that separated them. "Already been done." She retorted as he moved between her legs, grabbing her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He thrust forward, his dickhead sliding through her folds, her heat radiating against it, her slippery cream coating him. He moved back and thrust again, a little slower, and this time he found her entrance. He paused for a moment, looking down at her, steadying his breathing and then he tightened his grip on her hips.
He pulled her towards him as he bucked his hips forward. He heard her gasp over his own hissed out exhalation as he drove into her. The tight molten heat of her sex surrounded him, resisting his progress and failing. Her flesh dragged along his shaft with tingling friction as it clutched at him, trying to halt or at least slow his invasion, but he simple thrust harder, determined to pierce her intimate core. His pelvis slammed into her crotch with a loud slap of flesh. She undulated up against him as he leaned forward slightly, driving his cock into her, just that little bit deeper. Her back arched slightly, a soft cry dripped from her lips as he ground into her and her head pressed back into the bed.
He didn't maintain the connection for long, pulling back, almost to her entrance and then ploughing back in and he started fucking her with long, hard strokes, stretching and filling her and causing her firm breast to jiggle with the shockwaves caused by the collision of his body with hers. She felt amazing around his cock. Hot, wet velvet, tight, but slick and pliant at the same time. He saw her scrabble and gather handfuls of the covers in a white knuckled grip, to either side of her as she writhed and undulated under him. He let go of her hips and ran his hands down along her thighs, gathering her legs, spreading them further and bending them toward her chest. He leaned his weight forward, pressing her knees to her breasts and raising her ass off the bed, and shifting so that he was pile driving down into her.
Her cries grew louder, punctuated by explicit encouragements and dire admonishments. She let go of the covers and clutched at his shoulders instead and he felt her nails drag searing, fiery trails across his back as they broke skin. The pain simply spurred him on, making him fuck her harder and faster. He pressed even further forward, and captured her lips in a savage, forceful kiss. He could taste whiskey on her lips and in her mouth as his tongue dueled with her and their lips wrestled sinuously. He broke the kiss, deliberated stretching her lower lip as he held it between his teeth before letting it go. He satisfied his curiosity and captured her gumdrop nipple with his mouth, sucking, nipping at it with his teeth and pulling at it with his lips. He rubbed his face in the soft, pillowy valley of her cleavage, inhaling her feminine scent as he switched back and forth between them. Her pussy was a furnace around him and his balls were soon boiling, almost aching with the need for release, but he wasn't ready for this to end yet. As much, as he wanted to cum, he wanted her to cum too. He wanted her to cum hard and repeatedly, to finally plead with him to stop. It shocked him how much he wanted to reduce her to that point. He wanted to make Bela beg.
Dean slowed down and eased back, releasing her legs. "Don't... What' wrong? Don't stop. What the hell are you doing?" she enquired in an angry tone, as she frantically grabbed his ass and attempted to pull him back into motion as he finally found the will power to still his thrusting hips. He looked down at her, his chest heaving and flashed her the most shit-eating grin he could muster as he remained motionless, resisting her efforts. "I didn't have any lunch, so I thought I'd just stop and have something to eat." He told her, his eyes locked with hers, which were wide and a little wild, and pulled free of her and sunk to his knees. He draped one of her thighs over his shoulder and spread the other to the side, holding it in place with his hand.
Her snatch was red and swollen from the pounding he had given her, but glistened wetly. He could see the pearl of her clit where it stood exposed from its hood. He lapped lightly at her folds, running his tongue up and down her slit, collecting her sweet, spicy nectar. She smelled of vanilla and sex and tasted of honey and cinnamon. He toyed with her, keeping the pressure of his tongue light and his penetration shallow, while studiously avoiding her clit. He heard her hiss in frustration as her hips rocked up, trying to engage his mouth more firmly to her sex and he shifted back to keep doing exactly what he had been. He teased her until with a feral growl she sat up as best she could and grabbed his head, pressing his lips to her lower ones. She groaned as he accommodated her and speared his tongue into her as he sucked at her sex. She groaned and dropped back to the bed, her hand now resting on the top of his head.
Her exotic taste flooded his mouth as she shuddered and pressed against his lips. He drew his tongue up her slit again, wriggled it into her and then continued up to lightly diddle her clit. She gasped and then undulated, her thigh over his shoulder pressing against his ear while he kept the other spread even as it pressed against his hand. He repeated the process, making her writhe and squirm. He abandoned her slit and focused his attention on her clit, rolling it rapidly with his tongue while he sucked at the flesh around it. Her breathing consisted of raggedly in drawn breaths and hissed exhalations. He worked two of his fingers into her, her sex clenching at his digits as he started sawing them back and forth inside her. "Oh damn, that's good." She almost whined. He then sucked directly on her clit and applied pressure directly to it with his tongue at the same time. "Oh Fuck!" she cried out and then her pussy clamped on his fingers and she shuddered violently, her juices flooding onto his palm. He let out a grunt as her heel slammed into his back as she tensed with her climax.
He let her ride the wave of her orgasm for a few moments, slowing his tongue and lightening his sucking pressure until he felt her start to relax and then piled the pressure back on while swirling his tongue around the sensitive little pebble. He also twisted his finger until he could curl them up, dragging the tips back and forth across the top wall of her vagina, finding her sweet spot. She cried out wordlessly, bucking hard against his face, her hips twisting from side to side and her back arching off the bed. She was panting hard and fast, her hands scrabbling at his head, sometimes seeming to be trying to push him away, other times trying to pull him tighter against her and succeeding in accomplishing neither.
His dick was so hard it actually hurt. To, see her like this, wild, frantic, her perfect, icy control shattered had been what he wanted, but he had never imagined she would be so damn sexy like that. His dick throbbed and twitched against his belly, as if trying to remind him of its need. He sucked at her clit and at the same time tickled her insides with his finger, one more time before slipping them free of her and lifting his head. He let her thigh slide off his shoulder and stood up. Her pale, smooth skin glowed with a layer of sweat and a pink flush. She looked slightly dazed; blinking rapidly, her breasts and the hard peaks that tipped them rose and fell in rapid succession as she dragged in air. He sucked her delectable cream off his fingers and palm and then collected them from his lips and around his mouth and did the same.
"Yummy! Lunch and dessert all in one." He told her and she laughed wildly. "Is that all you got, Dean?" she panted, her British accent making the even the taunt seem exotic. "I'm just getting started, Bela. She yelps when he grabbed her legs and forcefully flipped her onto her belly. He roughly pulled her up and onto her knees, her firm, shapely ass sticking up in the air. She was just so damn infuriating, but she was also so damn, fucking hot too. He fondled her firm ass cheeks, testing the flesh with his fingers, feeling their resilience as well as their pliability. He slid one hand up her back and hooked her hand over her shoulder and guided his cock to her entrance with the other. He drove into her, his cock sliding into her like a hot knife through butter, or more correctly a knife through hot butter. He let go of his cock and grabbed her ass as he pulled her back onto his cock. His hips slammed into her firm ass, sending shockwaves through it.
He drew back and pounded into her again and again, her hot oiled sex caressing his length in its tight grip. She grunts and cries out at his rough use, but makes no move to stop him, in fact, she rocks back onto him. His thumb brushed across the puckered starfish of her anus and she flinched, clenching the opening shut. He did it again and got the same reaction. His lust and anger charged mind presented him with an idea that was as disturbing as it was intriguing. He was so close to coming, it didn't really matter what happened next, but it might be a way to curb Bela's self-confident arrogance. He pulled out of her, breathing heavily, took hold of his cock and aimed higher. "Guess it's time to find out how much of a hard ass you really are." He told her, rather proud of the pun as he clarified by pressing his dick to her asshole.
Her gasp was loud and sharp, but to his surprise she made no move to draw away from him. He pressed forward, exerting pressure against her resistant rear opening. For, a moment, he was sure the tight ring of her anus was simply not going to relent. His cock began to bend and then she cried out as his dickhead popped into her ass. He couldn't halt his forward momentum and he drove more of his cock into the tight, steamy, molten confines of her bowels. She reached back and her nails dug into his thigh, which he took as a sign of submission and he started to draw back. She switched her grip from the front of his thigh to the back. "Just, not so hard or fast. It's been ages since I've done this. You surprise me, Dean. I didn't think you had it in you, to put it in me like this. " She panted and let go of his leg, leaving him wide-eyed with astonishment.
He watched as he reached for the head of the bed and grabbed a plump pillow, stuffing it under her chest, so that it supported her position. This was not the outcome he had expected, but he slowly drove the rest of his cock into her and then rocked slightly back and forth lightly probing her dank depths. He gripped her waist to better control his thrusts and slowly increased the length of his strokes while keeping his pace and strength steady. She surprised him further when she started rocking back, adding her impetus to his. With, her aid, he started to move faster and thrust harder. Despite his best efforts, he could feel his balls tighten and lift, his orgasm being held back by will alone. The tight ring of her ass was a tight vacuum seal that slid back and forth along his length with pleasurable pressure and friction. His panting matched hers in frenzy and he gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw in a last ditch attempt to stave off his imminent climax.
He reached around and found her clit and began to frig it hard and fast. He wanted to try and get her off one last time. He actually heard her whimper and her sphincter clenched around him painfully. She let out a hissed: "Yesssss!" and then gave a little stuttering cry and he took that as mission accomplished and relinquished his tenuous control. He drove into with wild abandon, barely registering her cries and grunts. It felt like someone squeezed his nuts as his dick swelled against the tight embrace of her ass. He thrust forward; hard as his butt clenched and his back tensed and then he threw his head back and bellowed his release to the ceiling. The pent up energy he had been holding on to suddenly burst from him, ripping through him in pulsing bursts of pleasure as he ejaculated into her with heavy spurts. He would later blame it on sweat getting in his eyes, but he swore he actually saw spots in front of his eyes.
Dean felt his legs quiver with strain as his body tensed and relaxed as he emptied himself into her. He gulped in air to feed his pounding heart, his grip now light on her hips. She crawled forward with a groan and he grunted as she pulled herself free of him and collapsed on her side, curling around the pillow she was hugging to her chest. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her, blinking his eyes to clear the blurriness, his chest heaving. "Bela... Bela, you all right?" he asked when he could find the air to talk. She held up her hand, holding up one finger and waving it at him in a bid for silence. "Suit yourself." He told her. He could feel sweat running down his body from the exertion he had just put it through. "I'm just gonna go ahead and take a shower." He informed her and grabbing his clothes headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom was almost bigger than most of the motel rooms he and Sam had lived in over the years. He got the water going and stepped into the shower. The hot spray felt good on his skin, but images of Bela still danced across his mind whenever he closed his eyes. He couldn't quite believe what he had just done, or that she had been into it. He found some shower gel and lathered up and washed as steam surrounded him. He rinsed off and then leaned forward, letting the hot spray beat down and massage his neck and shoulders. He raised his head when he thought he heard something and then the shower door opened and Bela stepped into the shower. He started to turn, but she stopped him by sliding her arms under his, pressing her hands to his chest and pressing herself against his back.
He felt her lips press warmly against his shoulder blade and then he yelped as she bit him. "Hey! What the...?" he exclaimed and she laughed. "Now wasn't that fun? Different, but fun." She commented, lightly playing with his nipples. "Well, yeah." He replied, not really knowing what else to say. "Now... I take it you know where the door is? I'd like to take a nice relaxing shower, my ass hurts." She told him, pinching his nipples hard. He spun out of her grasp, turning on her. "Bitch!" he growled at her. "Don't you forget it. Now run along." She countered, shifting to clear his way to the shower door she hadn't closed.
He started to push past her and then grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, enjoying the surprised shock in her eyes. She tried to pull away from him, but his hand kept her in place and then her head shifted and her lips were pressing against his and parting to allow his tongue entrance, so he broke the kiss, letting her go. "Good bye, Bella." He told her with an impudent grin and a slap on her ass. "Fuck you, Dean." She screamed after him. "Maybe next time, Bela." He quipped back and shut the bathroom door behind him. He dried and dressed quickly and made for the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and then went to the mini bar and emptied its contents onto his jacket. With, a chuckle at his own cleverness he bundled up his loot and left.
THE END
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1
FANDOM: Supernatural
SHIP: Dean / Bela
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three
UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. A slightly different ending to "Red Sky at Morning" Season 3 where Bela makes Dean an offer he can't refuse.
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The CW and the people who created them and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Supernatural Fic, so... I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com
Dean flipped through the stack of money Bela had just tossed to him, as was Sam. He had to agree with Sam, she did have style. It was the style of a shark as it slid silently through the water in search of its next meal, but it was style none-the-less.
He frowned, spotting a white piece of paper amongst the notes. He didn't know why, but he turned his back to hide what he was doing as he removed and unfolded the piece of paper. It was a note, on hotel stationery in a decidedly feminine script and it read: "I consider this as afterwards. My offer still stands. The Excelsior Hotel, Suite 701. Forty-five minutes. I hope you decide to take me up on it. Bela XXX" He read it twice. "She has got to be kidding." He said out loud with out thinking. "What?" Sam asked. "Nothing. Just thinking about that bitch believing money can square it for us saving her ass." He replied. "It is a little more useful than most of the other ways we've been thanked in the past, Dean." His younger brother pointed out. "It's just the principle of the thing." He continued adamantly, although his mind was on the note and the offer it mentioned and Sam grunted non-commitally.
She had to be playing him. One last dig before she left town. He'd get there and she'd have stuck him with the bill for the room or something. But, he remembered her in that perfectly tailored black number that accentuated her curvy figure and presented a fabulous view of her creamy cleavage. Her mass of sweet smelling blonde tresses, her full lips and big, clear green eyes and her exotic English accent, all of which made her a very sexy, beautiful woman. A sexy beautiful woman that he wanted to kill most of the time, who had, if the note were to be believed, was offering him something completely different to do to her.
He had thought they were just bantering when he had descended the stairs in his rented tuxedo, but apparently she hadn't. Her words echoed in his mind: "Afterwards, we definitely have to have angry sex." Playing the encounter back in his mind, the smile on her face had not been a kidding one. He stuffed the note into his jeans pocket and slapped the wad of money against his palm, turning to Sam. He was going to regret this, but it would bug him if he didn't find out what her game was. "Seeing as I've suddenly come into some extra cash, there's a guy I know in town, specializes in Charger parts and I've been meaning to replace the brakes. Will you be alright here for a couple of hours?" he asked his brother. "Sure." Sam answered, glancing at his laptop, thinking he could use the time to continue working on the translation of a ritual that might get Dean out of his deal with the Crossroads Daemon.
Dean grabbed his leather jacket while Sam switched on the television. Dean looked at his watch, it was almost one o'clock. "I should be back by four, five at the latest and then we can hit the road for Atlantic City." He informed Sam. "What?" Sam queried. "Atlantic City... Gambling, show girls, you know the place. The brakes aren't going to cost all that much and I want to have some fun. "Dean." Sam said his name with his usual let's talk about this tone and he left before his brother could continue.
The Excelsior Hotel was about half an hour from where he and Sam were squatting and he pulled up in front of it after about twenty minutes. He admonished the valet twice about not scratching the Impala before giving him the keys and taking the valet ticket. He took out the note and checked the room number one more time. "This is so insane." He thought and then laughed out loud, causing a primly dressed older woman to give him a strange look and a wide berth. He waved jauntily at her and walked into the hotel.
He crossed the lobby and went straight to the elevators. The door opened and he stepped in to find it manned by an elderly gentleman in a bellhop's uniform. He smiled and gave him the floor number. The old man gave him a curt nod and the elevator rose in silence, except for the soft strains of elevator music. "Doesn't that drive you crazy?" he asked, needing something to break the awkwardness he felt. "What?" the old-timer queried. "The music." Dean clarified. "What music?" the man enquired politely. Dean paused for a moment and then opened his mouth to explain further, but was saved by a soft chime and the door opening at his floor. "All right then." He muttered under his breath and stepped out of the elevator.
He found suite 701 and knocked loudly. The door opened slightly and he could see Bela's green eyes peer at him through the opening. "You came. "She said before swinging the door wide and walked back into the room. He followed her, shutting the door behind him. She was wearing a short, silk robe and if he didn't miss his guess, nothing else. She also had a tumbler of amber liquid in her hand. Her hair looked darker than usual and he realized it was still damp. Dean whistled as he looked around the lavish hotel suite while she walked to a doorway at the other end of the room and casually leant against the doorframe. So, casually in fact, that she exposed one of her creamy, shapely legs and most of her thigh. "Nice." He commented as the opulence of the expensive suite faded to mere background scenery.
"I guess being a cold hearted, mercenary bitch pays well at least." He stated. He was looking directly into her eyes when he said it and he could have sworn, for just a moment he saw a crack in her cool reserve and just the quickest glimpse of hurt before they narrowed and took on a sultry, speculative look. "Well, enough with the foreplay, already. Are you just going to stand there all day or are you going to fuck me?" Bela told him and undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor behind her as she walked into the bedroom. Dean tried to find a retort, but the sway of her flared hips and high, firm; creamy ass and the suddenly uncomfortable erection in his jeans seemed to sever the connection between his brain and his mouth.
He could see the foot of the king sized bed through the doorway and watched as she turned and sat on it and extending her arms back to lean on them. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto a nearby chair as she slowly, sensually spread her legs exposing her swollen, open sex to him and giving him a direct challenging look. He was not surprised to see that she was completely shaved. He stripped off his t-shirt as he slowly closed the distance between them, not taking his eyes off her. He watched as she ran a manicured finger lightly through her folds, teasing herself and him. His cock twitched.
Dean undid his belt, undid the button and pulled down the zip on his jeans, grateful for the release of pressure on his cock as it tented the cotton of his boxers through the open v of his jeans. She continued to stroke herself as he leaned against the doorframe she had vacated to kick off his boots and strip off his sock. He let his eyes roam over her body. She was all smooth, pale curves. She might like the soft life, but she was well muscles and toned, her belly flat and well defined. Her skin was alabaster except for the pale pink, silver dollar circles of her areola and the large, upturned nipples, about the length and thickness of the first joint of his thumb. He immediately wondered what they would taste like, as they reminded him of gumdrops. He let his jeans slide down to puddle around his feet and then kicked them away.
She had added an extra finger, and was now no longer teasing. She was rubbing herself firmly and every now and again he watched her slide her digits into her sex. When she pulled them free, they glistened wetly, as were her folds. Dean licked his lips and swallowed to wet his throat, which was suddenly dry. She stopped touching herself and with one more, sultry look lay back, stretching out on the bed. "Don't stop on my account." He told her. She raised her head to look at him down the length of her body, her large green eyes slightly narrowed and smoldering. "What's the matter Dean? Do you need me to do everything for you?" she challenged him.
Bela had irritated him from the moment they had met, he didn't like her, he found what she did repugnant and now she was taunting him, as she lay naked, beautiful and unmistakably aroused on a bed in front of him. He didn't know what he wanted to do more, strangle or fuck her. He felt his cock lurch in his boxers, making the decision for him. "Damn you, Bela." He growled at her, whipping his boxers off and closing the last few steps that separated them. "Already been done." She retorted as he moved between her legs, grabbing her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He thrust forward, his dickhead sliding through her folds, her heat radiating against it, her slippery cream coating him. He moved back and thrust again, a little slower, and this time he found her entrance. He paused for a moment, looking down at her, steadying his breathing and then he tightened his grip on her hips.
He pulled her towards him as he bucked his hips forward. He heard her gasp over his own hissed out exhalation as he drove into her. The tight molten heat of her sex surrounded him, resisting his progress and failing. Her flesh dragged along his shaft with tingling friction as it clutched at him, trying to halt or at least slow his invasion, but he simple thrust harder, determined to pierce her intimate core. His pelvis slammed into her crotch with a loud slap of flesh. She undulated up against him as he leaned forward slightly, driving his cock into her, just that little bit deeper. Her back arched slightly, a soft cry dripped from her lips as he ground into her and her head pressed back into the bed.
He didn't maintain the connection for long, pulling back, almost to her entrance and then ploughing back in and he started fucking her with long, hard strokes, stretching and filling her and causing her firm breast to jiggle with the shockwaves caused by the collision of his body with hers. She felt amazing around his cock. Hot, wet velvet, tight, but slick and pliant at the same time. He saw her scrabble and gather handfuls of the covers in a white knuckled grip, to either side of her as she writhed and undulated under him. He let go of her hips and ran his hands down along her thighs, gathering her legs, spreading them further and bending them toward her chest. He leaned his weight forward, pressing her knees to her breasts and raising her ass off the bed, and shifting so that he was pile driving down into her.
Her cries grew louder, punctuated by explicit encouragements and dire admonishments. She let go of the covers and clutched at his shoulders instead and he felt her nails drag searing, fiery trails across his back as they broke skin. The pain simply spurred him on, making him fuck her harder and faster. He pressed even further forward, and captured her lips in a savage, forceful kiss. He could taste whiskey on her lips and in her mouth as his tongue dueled with her and their lips wrestled sinuously. He broke the kiss, deliberated stretching her lower lip as he held it between his teeth before letting it go. He satisfied his curiosity and captured her gumdrop nipple with his mouth, sucking, nipping at it with his teeth and pulling at it with his lips. He rubbed his face in the soft, pillowy valley of her cleavage, inhaling her feminine scent as he switched back and forth between them. Her pussy was a furnace around him and his balls were soon boiling, almost aching with the need for release, but he wasn't ready for this to end yet. As much, as he wanted to cum, he wanted her to cum too. He wanted her to cum hard and repeatedly, to finally plead with him to stop. It shocked him how much he wanted to reduce her to that point. He wanted to make Bela beg.
Dean slowed down and eased back, releasing her legs. "Don't... What' wrong? Don't stop. What the hell are you doing?" she enquired in an angry tone, as she frantically grabbed his ass and attempted to pull him back into motion as he finally found the will power to still his thrusting hips. He looked down at her, his chest heaving and flashed her the most shit-eating grin he could muster as he remained motionless, resisting her efforts. "I didn't have any lunch, so I thought I'd just stop and have something to eat." He told her, his eyes locked with hers, which were wide and a little wild, and pulled free of her and sunk to his knees. He draped one of her thighs over his shoulder and spread the other to the side, holding it in place with his hand.
Her snatch was red and swollen from the pounding he had given her, but glistened wetly. He could see the pearl of her clit where it stood exposed from its hood. He lapped lightly at her folds, running his tongue up and down her slit, collecting her sweet, spicy nectar. She smelled of vanilla and sex and tasted of honey and cinnamon. He toyed with her, keeping the pressure of his tongue light and his penetration shallow, while studiously avoiding her clit. He heard her hiss in frustration as her hips rocked up, trying to engage his mouth more firmly to her sex and he shifted back to keep doing exactly what he had been. He teased her until with a feral growl she sat up as best she could and grabbed his head, pressing his lips to her lower ones. She groaned as he accommodated her and speared his tongue into her as he sucked at her sex. She groaned and dropped back to the bed, her hand now resting on the top of his head.
Her exotic taste flooded his mouth as she shuddered and pressed against his lips. He drew his tongue up her slit again, wriggled it into her and then continued up to lightly diddle her clit. She gasped and then undulated, her thigh over his shoulder pressing against his ear while he kept the other spread even as it pressed against his hand. He repeated the process, making her writhe and squirm. He abandoned her slit and focused his attention on her clit, rolling it rapidly with his tongue while he sucked at the flesh around it. Her breathing consisted of raggedly in drawn breaths and hissed exhalations. He worked two of his fingers into her, her sex clenching at his digits as he started sawing them back and forth inside her. "Oh damn, that's good." She almost whined. He then sucked directly on her clit and applied pressure directly to it with his tongue at the same time. "Oh Fuck!" she cried out and then her pussy clamped on his fingers and she shuddered violently, her juices flooding onto his palm. He let out a grunt as her heel slammed into his back as she tensed with her climax.
He let her ride the wave of her orgasm for a few moments, slowing his tongue and lightening his sucking pressure until he felt her start to relax and then piled the pressure back on while swirling his tongue around the sensitive little pebble. He also twisted his finger until he could curl them up, dragging the tips back and forth across the top wall of her vagina, finding her sweet spot. She cried out wordlessly, bucking hard against his face, her hips twisting from side to side and her back arching off the bed. She was panting hard and fast, her hands scrabbling at his head, sometimes seeming to be trying to push him away, other times trying to pull him tighter against her and succeeding in accomplishing neither.
His dick was so hard it actually hurt. To, see her like this, wild, frantic, her perfect, icy control shattered had been what he wanted, but he had never imagined she would be so damn sexy like that. His dick throbbed and twitched against his belly, as if trying to remind him of its need. He sucked at her clit and at the same time tickled her insides with his finger, one more time before slipping them free of her and lifting his head. He let her thigh slide off his shoulder and stood up. Her pale, smooth skin glowed with a layer of sweat and a pink flush. She looked slightly dazed; blinking rapidly, her breasts and the hard peaks that tipped them rose and fell in rapid succession as she dragged in air. He sucked her delectable cream off his fingers and palm and then collected them from his lips and around his mouth and did the same.
"Yummy! Lunch and dessert all in one." He told her and she laughed wildly. "Is that all you got, Dean?" she panted, her British accent making the even the taunt seem exotic. "I'm just getting started, Bela. She yelps when he grabbed her legs and forcefully flipped her onto her belly. He roughly pulled her up and onto her knees, her firm, shapely ass sticking up in the air. She was just so damn infuriating, but she was also so damn, fucking hot too. He fondled her firm ass cheeks, testing the flesh with his fingers, feeling their resilience as well as their pliability. He slid one hand up her back and hooked her hand over her shoulder and guided his cock to her entrance with the other. He drove into her, his cock sliding into her like a hot knife through butter, or more correctly a knife through hot butter. He let go of his cock and grabbed her ass as he pulled her back onto his cock. His hips slammed into her firm ass, sending shockwaves through it.
He drew back and pounded into her again and again, her hot oiled sex caressing his length in its tight grip. She grunts and cries out at his rough use, but makes no move to stop him, in fact, she rocks back onto him. His thumb brushed across the puckered starfish of her anus and she flinched, clenching the opening shut. He did it again and got the same reaction. His lust and anger charged mind presented him with an idea that was as disturbing as it was intriguing. He was so close to coming, it didn't really matter what happened next, but it might be a way to curb Bela's self-confident arrogance. He pulled out of her, breathing heavily, took hold of his cock and aimed higher. "Guess it's time to find out how much of a hard ass you really are." He told her, rather proud of the pun as he clarified by pressing his dick to her asshole.
Her gasp was loud and sharp, but to his surprise she made no move to draw away from him. He pressed forward, exerting pressure against her resistant rear opening. For, a moment, he was sure the tight ring of her anus was simply not going to relent. His cock began to bend and then she cried out as his dickhead popped into her ass. He couldn't halt his forward momentum and he drove more of his cock into the tight, steamy, molten confines of her bowels. She reached back and her nails dug into his thigh, which he took as a sign of submission and he started to draw back. She switched her grip from the front of his thigh to the back. "Just, not so hard or fast. It's been ages since I've done this. You surprise me, Dean. I didn't think you had it in you, to put it in me like this. " She panted and let go of his leg, leaving him wide-eyed with astonishment.
He watched as he reached for the head of the bed and grabbed a plump pillow, stuffing it under her chest, so that it supported her position. This was not the outcome he had expected, but he slowly drove the rest of his cock into her and then rocked slightly back and forth lightly probing her dank depths. He gripped her waist to better control his thrusts and slowly increased the length of his strokes while keeping his pace and strength steady. She surprised him further when she started rocking back, adding her impetus to his. With, her aid, he started to move faster and thrust harder. Despite his best efforts, he could feel his balls tighten and lift, his orgasm being held back by will alone. The tight ring of her ass was a tight vacuum seal that slid back and forth along his length with pleasurable pressure and friction. His panting matched hers in frenzy and he gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw in a last ditch attempt to stave off his imminent climax.
He reached around and found her clit and began to frig it hard and fast. He wanted to try and get her off one last time. He actually heard her whimper and her sphincter clenched around him painfully. She let out a hissed: "Yesssss!" and then gave a little stuttering cry and he took that as mission accomplished and relinquished his tenuous control. He drove into with wild abandon, barely registering her cries and grunts. It felt like someone squeezed his nuts as his dick swelled against the tight embrace of her ass. He thrust forward; hard as his butt clenched and his back tensed and then he threw his head back and bellowed his release to the ceiling. The pent up energy he had been holding on to suddenly burst from him, ripping through him in pulsing bursts of pleasure as he ejaculated into her with heavy spurts. He would later blame it on sweat getting in his eyes, but he swore he actually saw spots in front of his eyes.
Dean felt his legs quiver with strain as his body tensed and relaxed as he emptied himself into her. He gulped in air to feed his pounding heart, his grip now light on her hips. She crawled forward with a groan and he grunted as she pulled herself free of him and collapsed on her side, curling around the pillow she was hugging to her chest. He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her, blinking his eyes to clear the blurriness, his chest heaving. "Bela... Bela, you all right?" he asked when he could find the air to talk. She held up her hand, holding up one finger and waving it at him in a bid for silence. "Suit yourself." He told her. He could feel sweat running down his body from the exertion he had just put it through. "I'm just gonna go ahead and take a shower." He informed her and grabbing his clothes headed for the bathroom.
The bathroom was almost bigger than most of the motel rooms he and Sam had lived in over the years. He got the water going and stepped into the shower. The hot spray felt good on his skin, but images of Bela still danced across his mind whenever he closed his eyes. He couldn't quite believe what he had just done, or that she had been into it. He found some shower gel and lathered up and washed as steam surrounded him. He rinsed off and then leaned forward, letting the hot spray beat down and massage his neck and shoulders. He raised his head when he thought he heard something and then the shower door opened and Bela stepped into the shower. He started to turn, but she stopped him by sliding her arms under his, pressing her hands to his chest and pressing herself against his back.
He felt her lips press warmly against his shoulder blade and then he yelped as she bit him. "Hey! What the...?" he exclaimed and she laughed. "Now wasn't that fun? Different, but fun." She commented, lightly playing with his nipples. "Well, yeah." He replied, not really knowing what else to say. "Now... I take it you know where the door is? I'd like to take a nice relaxing shower, my ass hurts." She told him, pinching his nipples hard. He spun out of her grasp, turning on her. "Bitch!" he growled at her. "Don't you forget it. Now run along." She countered, shifting to clear his way to the shower door she hadn't closed.
He started to push past her and then grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, enjoying the surprised shock in her eyes. She tried to pull away from him, but his hand kept her in place and then her head shifted and her lips were pressing against his and parting to allow his tongue entrance, so he broke the kiss, letting her go. "Good bye, Bella." He told her with an impudent grin and a slap on her ass. "Fuck you, Dean." She screamed after him. "Maybe next time, Bela." He quipped back and shut the bathroom door behind him. He dried and dressed quickly and made for the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and then went to the mini bar and emptied its contents onto his jacket. With, a chuckle at his own cleverness he bundled up his loot and left.
THE END