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

He reached up to tug off his shirt when he was told to strip down and then he stepped up closer to her.

"Now what? Do I move to the chair or what?"

"Yep. Sit." She pushed him down lightly and straddled his lap. Took hold of his hands and put them down on the armrests. She kissed him lightly, grinning against his lips. "You get to be still. No touching. You move your hands, I stop. Comprende?"

"Feeling bossy, huh?" He rested his hands down though, nodding. "I got the point, Dean. No moving." Not if she kept touching him and from the looks of it, it was going to be a pretty interesting ride.

"Good." She grinned and hopped up to grab a bag she stashed by the nightstand. It just had a few of their toys in it, but she didn't want him to see what they were yet. She put it on the foot of the bed within reach and then returned to his lap.

She leaned in to kiss him deep, pressing his head back and letting her hair fall around his face. When they were both breathless, she pulled back enough to move against him, rocking her body against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and held tight as she leaned back slowly, grinding her hips against his slow and rhythmic.

When he agreed, he hadn't exactly realized how hard it'd be to keep his hands off her to start. He delved into that kiss eagerly, flexing his fingers a little over the armrest of the chair he was in to resist reaching up to push her hair back, tangle his fingers in the soft locks. He was managing to be good though, keeping his hands to himself even as she pulled back and started to roll her hips against his. "Dean..."

He groaned softly, tipping his head back as he watched her move over him, smiling a little. "Look so good..."

Had to wonder just what she had in that bag, but he wasn't going to press right now.

She smiled at his reactions. Lord knows, Dean had gotten enough lap dances in her life that she should be able to give one. And it was fun to watch Sam try to hold back from touching.

"You're doing good, Sammy." She kissed him lightly and squirmed in his lap, turning to face away from him. She pressed back against him, grinding down on him. While she moved, her hands came up to tease the straps of her nightie down slowly.

Sam let his eyes trail over her body, watched her move against him, grind on him. "Mm, you're giving me good incentive. I touch, you stop, right?"

And it didn't matter how many times he's seen Dean naked as a girl and a guy, this tease had hi almost hungry to see more of her. He licked his lips, resisting the urge to kiss along her shoulders where the straps had slipped down.

"Look so good."

"You like this, Sammy?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. She let the straps fall and the nightie fell to her waist. Tipped her head back and nuzzled his neck as she continued to move on him.

"What would you be doing if I let you move, hmm?"

"Yeah..." He watched as her nightie slipped away to her waist, letting out a soft groan. "Touching every inch of you... Might take a look in that bag of yours too."

"Mmmm, I like it when you're touching me. Right now, though, I just want you to watch." Dean reached for the nightie at her waist and tugged it up over her head, tossing it aside. Sitting in his lap in just the matching panties, she kept moving on him, her own hands roaming over her body like she imagined his would be if he could.

"God..." It wasn't fair. He was being shown an expanse of skin and all he could do was hold on to the chair in an attempt to not reach for her, especially when her own hands slid over her body, teasing him even more. "You look so good, Dean...""

She moved her hands over her breasts, cupping and kneading them. Her fingers pinched at her nipples and rolled them lightly. She moaned and sighed, still grinding down against him as one hand slid lower to dip inside her panties and start rubbing herself lightly. "How... mmm... much teasing can you stand, Sammy?"

"Dean..." He let out a groan, shifting under her and he hoped that it was passed off as him adjusting himself and not trying to get a little more friction against his cock. "Dude, this is not cool."

And he couldn't take his eyes off her, looking down over her shoulders, watching her hand dip into her own panties with dark eyes and a soft groan.

Dean laughed breathlessly and leaned back to nuzzle against Sam's neck. Her hands pushed down her panties, tossing them aside. Then she spread her legs wide, leaning back against him as she reached back down to rub her clit. "I was planning to grab the vibrator I've got stashed in the bag there and fuck myself with it while you watched. I'd hate to mistreat you, though..."

She gave him a teasing look as she slipped two fingers inside herself and started to move them in and out.

He let out another soft groan at that, tipping his head forward to get a better view of what she was doing. "Were you planning on doing that right on top of me too?"

Her head tipped back onto his shoulder and she moaned as she got into the rhythm she wanted with her fingers. Her other hand reached over to rub her clit lightly as she moved. "I was thinking about laying on the bed right in front of you, actually..."

"Yeah?" He licked his lips, still watching her hands work, biting at his own lower lip. "Do I get to touch myself at all? Or is that off limits too?"

He didn't know if he could actually hold out too well if he had to just keep watching her fuck herself and not get some relief here, but god, part of him wanted to see it anyway.

"Mmm... you can. Just remember, though... if you get yourself off, you won't be able to fuck me when I'm done with the toy." She grinned back at him and wiggled on his lap a little longer, getting him a little more worked up. Then she slowly got up and turned to lay on the bed, stretching out and reaching for the bag.

"No way I'm passing up the chance to fuck you after the toy, Dean, don't worry." He smiled a little, watching her work her way up the bed, shamelessly roaming over her.

"Look so good, Dean..."

Dean pulled some pillows down to prop her head up on. Since Sam was down near the foot of the bed, she stretched out low on the bed, her feet off the bottom edge a bit. Just to give him a better view.

She pulled out the rabbit vibrator they bought on their shopping trip and turned the shaft vibrations on to a medium setting, then slowly started to push the toy in. As wet as she already was from grinding on Sam and teasing them both, she didn't need anything extra. The toy pushed in easy and she moaned as it slowly filled her.

Sam took the chance to tug off his boxers and wondered why he even bothered to get dressed around the house with Dean anymore, as active as they were. He licked his lips, eyes roaming over her body, settling between her legs and watching as she pushed in the toy. Yeah, it was going to be hard to resist no giving in the urge to give his neglected cock some attention, but he wanted to hold off as long as he could, focus on this show she was giving him.

"Dean..."

"Like what you see, Sammy?" She purred breathlessly and moved her thumb to crank up the vibrations. She moaned and shuddered as she started moving the toy in and out of her. Once she had a rhythm going, she thumbed the controls for the little rabbit ears and cried out softly when they started vibrating against her clit. Her body twisted and her hips rocked into the feeling.

"Yeah..." He licked his lips, leaning forward a little bit, groaning as he watched her fuck herself on that toy, watched her twist against the sensations. "Fuck, Dean," his tone was almost pleading, just itching to touch her somehow, be closer. He finally eased a hand down to his own cock, stroking himself lightly, slowly. No hurry, no rush.

"It's not... mmmm... not as good as you, you know. Not as big. Not as warm." She gasped out the words, body rocking into her hand's motion as she pushed the toy into herself. Her rhythm increased and she groaned again, fucking herself more quickly, harder with the toy. "Sammy... fuck..."

"Dean..." he let out a soft moan, biting at his lower lip. God, this wasn't fair. She was right there, giving him a few of everything and all he could do is <>watch. "Let me touch..."

He paused, licking his lips before adding a soft, "Please."

Didn't care about pride anymore, not when he was just desperate for more.

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

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