onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

She moaned again, spreading her legs a little more and shuddering when his fingers rubbed at her inside, hitting all the best spots. Her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip, whimpering rhythmically with each roll of her hips. She couldn't even remember what she was supposed to be doing, now. All that mattered were Sam's oh-so-talented fingers and his sinful mouth working her expertly into a frenzy.

Loved that he could get her worked up like that, have her writhing under him and whimpering for him like that. Anything that got Dean making noises like that for him was totally worth it. The chair thing, he figured, could happen later... since they kind of got a little sidetracked here.

Oh, they'd get to the chair. Just as soon as Sam got done turning her into a puddle of goo by pushing all her buttons like that. When she came, her body clamped down on the fingers he was using on her and she cried out his name. She shuddered under him, hips rolling to ride out the waves.

He kept his fingers moving inside of her until she'd come down. After he drew them out, he saw back to lick them clean, his eyes meeting hers. Definitely liked being able to reduce Dean to that, get her to call his name.

Dean laid there, panting and watching him through half-lidded eyes while he cleaned his fingers. A little thrill twisted in her belly in spite of the fact that she was definitely down for the count for a minute. "That was really good. Really good."

She stretched finally and then gave him a wicked smile. "Decision time. You want your turn in the chair now, or do you want to fuck me really hard right now?"

He leaned in to kiss her lightly, smiling against her lips. "You think you have the energy for either of those, dude? Look a little worn out," he teased.

She rolled her eyes even as she kissed him back. Brat. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure. A hot, naked woman is offering you sex, dude. The correct answer is something along the lines of 'yes, please'."

He pulled a face at that, stretching out over her as he leaned in to nip at her. "I don't need you to tell me what to do if a naked woman is offering to have sex, dude."

He finally cracked a bit of a smile, drawing one of her legs up around his waist. "But you want to have fun in the chair, so let's do that." Didn't know if he'd be up for another round after this anyway... Dean had a tendency to wear him out.

She wasn't so sure he did! He didn't seem to be capitalizing on his opportunities!

"Mmm'kay. Sounds good to me." Having Sam at her mercy was always a good time, even if her brother didn't quite seem to enjoy being teased as much as she did. She wiggled teasingly against him. "You're gonna have to get off me and sit in the chair if you want that, though..."

He let out a noise at that wiggling before he moved away slowly, reluctantly. "I know, I'm going."

He moved away to settle in the chair though, shifting to get comfortable... he'd probably be there for awhile after all. "M'ready."

Dean smiled and watched Sam get up. She laid there, stretching languidly a minute or two before she rolled to sit up and then slip off the bed to step over to him. She leaned down and kissed him. "Good. Sit tight. I'm gonna get you all trussed up, this time."

Then she grinned and turned to grab the cuffs he'd used on her. This time, she cuffed his hands behind his back and made sure the cuffs were attached to the bar at the back of the chair to hold his arms in place. Then she knelt to his his feet to the chair legs.

He let her cuff him, watching as she bound his feet next. He really couldn't believe he was letting her tie him up so easily anymore... but he did trust her. Dean'd never hurt him on purpose. He might drive him crazy with teasing though. "So, what all are you plotting?"

"What makes you think I'm going to tell you?" She asked from her kneeling position, grinning up at him. Once he was secured to the chair, she took a moment to let her hands smooth over his body wherever she could touch. Oh, but he looked nice and inviting all trussed up for her like that. "I could get use to this, you know."

She grinned and then dipped her head to lap lightly and teasingly at his cock.

He snorted at those words, smiling a little bit as he watched her touch him. He breathed out a soft sigh, shifting into her touches. When her mouth moved to his cock, he let out a low, deep moan, head rolling back to just focus on the way it felt.

In no hurry at all, Dean made slow work of lapping Sam from root to tip. She made sure every inch of his length was bathed with warm, teasing stroked of her tongue before she bothered to take him into her mouth. Her lips went tight around the tip, sucking hard a second before she relaxed again and let her mouth move lazily along the shaft.

Sam squirmed, biting at his lower lip as the other worked his cock over, he looked back down at her. "God, Dean," he murmured softly, groaning when she finally took him in.

She worked him over slow and teasing. In no hurry to get him to come since the idea was to keep him on edge as long as she could. When he was good and hard and she'd had her fill of him in her mouth a while, she drew back and sat back on her heels to admire to view. It was a very nice one... Sam tied down, hard, flushed, breathing hard.

"You look good like this, Sammy," she purred playfully as she stood and then bent to kiss him deep and hard. "I like the way you look when you want me."

He was so on edge by the time she pulled away. He couldn't help a soft, protesting noise when she pulled away, watching her through half-lidded, dark eyes. "Dean..."

And fuck,did Dean look amazing. He eagerly pressed into that kiss since it was the only way he could touch with the way his arms were bound. "Fuck, Dean... you should see yourself."

"What about me, hmm?" She smiled and sat down straddling his lap. Wiggled in close and trapped his neglected cock between their bodies. When she started to rock her hips, she made sure he could feel her wet heat grind against his length in slow, teasing motions.

He curled forward as much as he could, nuzzling into her face, panting warmly against her skin. God, he wanted to touch more, feel more of her. "You have no idea how much I want you, Dean," he murmured, hips twitching forward at that grind as he looked up to meet her eyes.

Her hands skated over his chest and stomach, then back up again. Her nails raked over his skin leaving faint marks behind and she bent her head to lap at them soothingly. "You'll get me. Eventually..."

He arched into her hands, letting out a low noise as they raked over his skin, followed by her tongue. "Oh, God..."

She laughed softly at his reaction. Poor Sam. She was getting ready to be really mean to him!

"Time to be patient now, Sammy." She got slowly to her feet and left him in the chair alone as she wandered over to their toy stash to dig through it.

"I'm being patient," he protested half-heartedly. He bit his lip when she got off him, any contact and friction broken... damn. He chewed his lower lip, watching her dig through their toys.

"So, do I get to know what you're planning in advance or is it a surprise?"

"Well..." She got to her feet with a handful of thin chains in one hand and her rabbit vibrator in the other. "I'm thinking right now that I'm gonna put these on." She showed him the three clamps and smiled. "Because I think you like me in them and I know I like them on. And when I let you go finally and let you fuck me, I want to feel them on me."

She grinned and tossed the rabbit onto the bed. "Before that, I'm going to fuck myself and make you watch."

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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