It All Comes Down to This

Dropping his own trousers and pants, Sam discarded Allie's trousers next to them. Picking Allie up, he wrapped her legs around his waist and teased her folds with the top of his hard cock.

***

Grinding down slightly to show that she had nothing on, she bit her lip and slowly slid down his shaft.

Allie whimpered, squeezing around Sam’s waist. “Sam, please.” Allie whined, wrapping her arms around Sam’s shoulders and holding onto him. “Fuck me, please.”

Dean’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as Angelina slid down his shaft, and he moaned, grabbing her hips and gently guiding her, getting them both into a perfect rhythm. “Holy —” he hissed out. “I love you, I fucking love you, Angelina.”

Without warning, Sam grabbed her throat (both rough but gentle enough to not leave marks) and tightened his grip slightly as he slid into her warmth, surprised at how tight she was.

***

Quickening the pace, Angelina sank as deep as she could and reached back, massaging his balls as she fucked him harder.

Allie gasped, her back arching with pleasure as she became completely submissive to Sam. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck.” Allie’s eyes closed in pleasure as she focused on how good Sam felt thrusting in and out of her.

Dean continued to guide Angelina, his upper lip curled up into a snarl as he moaned, praising Angelina. “Fuck, just like that baby, exactly like that.” Angelina was tight around him and bringing out sensations Dean hadn’t had in so long.

Sam smirked, crowding her closer to the wall and pushing himself deeper into her. Lifting her shirt, he slipped her bra to one side and with his hand still wrapped around her throat, he took one of her nipples between his teeth.

***

Angelina kept her pace, moaning at the ripples of pleasure washing through her and holding off her own orgasm. A skill that she has perfected.

“Sam! Squeeze harder, please,” Allie whimpered, bringing a hand to his and squeezing around her throat. “Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last,” Allie whimpered, squeezing around his cock.

Dean’s eyes closed in ecstasy. “I’m not gonna last Ang, I’m not gonna fucking last.” Dean moaned, his hands gripping to her hips in a way that he was certain would leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “Gonna cum…”

Letting go of her nipple, Sam stood up straight and slammed into Allie harder as he tightened his grip on her throat. "I fucking love you," he whispered in her ear, nibbling her ear lobe and feeling himself getting closer to his own high, "Not yet..."

***

Keeping her pace, Angelina stopped massaging his balls and slid her hand between them, rubbing herself as she took his cock deep, hoping to turn him on just that little bit more.

Allie squeezed her legs around Sam’s waist, moaning. “I love you so much, fuck, Sam, I love you!” Allie whimpered, the lack of oxygen to her brain making everything feel so incredibly euphoric. Feeling the knot in her stomach about to uncoil, Allie scratched down Sam’s back.

Dean moaned loudly at the sight of Angelina touching herself and as Dean neared his end, his head hung back, mouth agape in a silent moan as his pleasure took over him in a way he hadn’t felt in so long. “Come on baby, come with me.” Dean coaxed, reaching his hands to massage Angelina’s breasts.

The feeling of Allie's nails on her back sent a wave of pleasure crashing through him and Sam came undone, tightening his grip on Allie's throat involuntarily as he rode out his high.

***

With a couple more thrusts, Angelina was completely lost in her own pleasure and bit her lip in order to keep quiet, tasting blood as her teeth sliced through flesh. "Fuck," she mumbled, resting her forehead against Dean's and pressing a love-drunk kiss to his lips.

Allie loved the lack of oxygen and the size of Sam’s hand around her throat, and she tumbled over the edge easily, her nails digging into Sam’s skin as her orgasm washed through her. “Fuck,” she gasped. “Holy shit.”

Dean came undone as Angelina did, feeling their bodies tune into each other as his head remained thrown back, mouth open in silent moans as his pleasure overcame him. Coming down from his high, Dean kissed Angelina back, smiling stupidly. “God, I love you.”

Taking a few steadying breaths, Sam pulled out of her and set Allie on the floor keeping his arm around her for support. "I love you," he mumbled, sorting himself out and pressing a sweet kiss to Allie's lips before heading to the fridge to grab a beer.

***

"I love you too," Angelina replied, giving herself a few seconds and, finally, pushing herself to her feet to slip her panties back on.

Allie blushed and got herself dressed and presentable. “I love you too,” Allie reassured, fixing her hair and trying to keep her innocent look — although she knew Angelina would be able to see right through her. Stealing Sam’s sweatshirt, Allie slipped it on.

Dean made himself presentable and exhaled, roughing up his hair. “Are you feeling better?” Dean asked, smirking as he wrapped his arms around Angelina’s waist. “Bit of physical activity got the serotonin flowing, huh?” He tickled her.

Sam noticed the blush that adorned Allie's cheeks and couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, offering her a bottle of beer as she emerged looking as though nothing happened.

***

Angelina giggled, squirming under Dean's fingers and cuddled into his side. "Serotonin helped, but all I really need was you... I needed to feel you and connect with you," she explained, hoping that it didn't sound creepy, "Besides, from what I've heard about you from Jody and Bobby, your sex drive is off the charts."

Allie accepted the beer and sat on Sam’s lap once more, typing away on his laptop for cases. “Hm,” she frowned. “Weird.”

Dean nodded in understanding. “I’ve always had trouble connecting with others in the past. Always turned to sex, you know?” Dean asked, holding around Angelina. “But then I met you and everything just becomes so much easier.”

"What's weird?" Sam inquired with a frown, leaning forward to look over Allie's shoulder and reading the article.

***

"We'll have no problem connecting," Angelina whispered in Dean's ear, not wanting the others to hear, "I won't let you get bored."

Allie read the article. “Crowley’s put out a death warrant for a hunter and a vampire. Olivia and Benny? Didn’t give any details as to why, but there’s a huge reward for proof of their death.” Allie explained.

Dean grinned up at Angelina. “I could never get bored with you by my side.” Dean promised, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I love you way too much for that.” Gently handling Angelina back her journal, he smiled.

"Benny... Hey Dean," Sam shouted, "Didn't you know a vampire called Benny?"

***

"Good," Angelina replied, taking the journal and glancing towards the door as Sam shouted through.

Dean paused and nodded to himself. “Yeah, why?” Dean stood to his feet then. “You coming?” He asked Angelina with a gentle smile, holding his hand out to her.

"Yeah," Angelina told him, taking his hand and following him through.

***

"Oh nothing, Crowley's just put a bounty on his head," Sam told him.

Dean frowned with Sam’s words, gently squeezing Angelina’s hand as he sat down. “Crazy. Any indication on how they know each other? Or any indication why?”

Allie shook her head. “Nope. But the reward is steep.”