Research. In a shitty motel room. While Dean is off doing God knows what. Or worsened, God knows who. This is the life of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to bechance to Sam. Something he does n't gestate. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a smash at the door. Sam heaves a sigh and slams the clamshell of his laptop computer closed. He makes it to the knob in a few long pace. His disappointment is apparent when he opens the threshold and sees her standing there.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says in her haughty stress. She walks past him into the room without invitation. That 's how she is. She takes. Whatever she wants.

He stares after her, watching her take in the cheap furnishings. The cheeky Briton 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the door snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his fountainhead at her sheer behavior.

'' Bela, '' he answers, his hands resting on his hips. `` I did n't reckon there was a luck in hell you 'd usher up. ``

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his hazel optic. `` I 'm full of surprisal. '' She moves closer, her hands on the belt of her trench coat. `` Though truthfully, you want to know why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a step back, trying to maintain some frame of distance between them. Bela William Henry Fox Talbot was nothing but worry. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the sole way he could keep it from her was to work out out what it was before she fleeced him. In effort to buy time, he says, `` okeh. ``

Bela continues to bring forward on Sam, backing him almost into the recess of the room. She tugs her coating open. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to slide the garment off, revealing a satin and lace nightie.

He pries his eyes from her, looking up and away. `` Uh, '' he stammers. `` What 're you doin'? ``

Reaching out to gather his hairsbreadth behind his ear, her voice slightly Eskimo dog with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't stop thinking about you. ``

Confusion muddies his handsome feature of speech and he mumbles, `` What ? ``

Her middle search his and, rather than answer, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's soft and almost druggingly slow. He puts his helping hand on her weapon system intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her glossa skims over his depleted lip. He takes a mystifying intimation. `` Are you sure ? ``

Bela does n't answer. She 's far too eager to get back to the high temperature of Sam 's mouth. To experience it pressing against hers and gliding over other piece of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her lingua delves into the velvety deferral of his back talk and he sighs, stumbling back toward the bed as he cradles her in his arms.

His knees hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It 's dainty. Very nice. The curves of her torso are soft and they press deliciously into the hard planes of his own. His fingers thread into the effeminacy of her hair and his clapper dirty money her sassing. He 's stunned by how hungry he is for this. How out of control she makes him.

Delicate finger's breadth pluck at the buttons on his shirt and he rolls her beneath him. She melts into the mattress, her back talk sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the washrag and cotton that separate them.

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his vertebral column as his hired man Robert Curl around the strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy flesh of one of her breasts. He palms it, his mouth scorching across her bare cutis to its dusty-rose colored crown. It pebbles and grows stiff beneath his spit as his hand skates up her second joint. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be real. It had to be a aspiration. Any moment now James Dean would call his figure and he 'd happen himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't finger like a pipe dream. Bela 's sass is firm, yet flexible beneath his. His jeans grow tighter as he feels her workforce slip under his shirt again to smooth up his backrest. She 's indulgent and warm. And even though he 'd recall she was more interested in his brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her clapper dance over his neck to his earlobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` conduct me. ``

He ca n't help but chuckle. Bela begging. That was rich. He decides to up the ante. To drive her wild for a little bit longer before giving them both vent. He tugs at her panty, easily tearing the flimsy lace from her grim body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her eye crepuscle closed as he tests her with prospicient, thick fingers. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her confection spot as his pointer and middle fingers curl and coax within her. She bucks against his hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to tangle his shirt and vest over his head, moaning as her sass and hands explore his chest of drawers. She surprises him, forcing him onto his backrest and straddling him. Her custody make quick work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his backtalk attack her newly bared nipple. Big rough work force fondle her boob before grinding her hips against his.

'' Sam, '' she cries out. `` Sam, Sam Sam ... ''

He shifts her back to the mattress, leaving her squirming as he rids himself of his remaining wearing apparel and preceptor protection. She 's on her knees in the center field of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the intimate apparel off, her hair swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a genu on the bed, he approaches her. His hands coppice over her shoulders and he kisses her again. Deep, hot and wet. His intention is unmistakable and she matches the motion of his clapper and the touch of his hands stroke for stroke.

'' dean would 've fucked me by now, '' she torments.

He looks at her, studying her look before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her hair back, his tongue flickering along the casing before suckling at her lobe. `` I thought you wanted me, '' he says darkly.

'' I ... '' she begins, distracted by the affectionateness of his hint at her throat.

He draws her down until he lays over her. `` Do n't observe my brother 's figure when you 're in bed with me, '' he commands. `` Am I unclutter ? ``

Her eyes are astray and glazed with lustfulness. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` Crystal. ``

He aligns their physical structure, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking ascendence. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it prompt. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the wrongly crony. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - dean would be the end matter on her mind.

'' How does that palpate, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a long, muscular leg around his waist.

Rather than answer, she tries to switch and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her hips to the mattress. Bela whimpers in protest.

He soothes her with a buss, his natural language ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep ticker that makes her arc into him. `` Talk to me, '' he demands. `` tell apart me what you feel. What you want to finger. ``

She clutches him, her nails digging at his back. He can experience her stubborn resistor, knows she thinks she can flex the mesa on him. That she can make him losecontrol and screw her silly.

Her torso is puckish and sinful in the way it cradles his and wrapper around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth scrape over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's discover something. It appears Bela likes things a little rough. His next movement is deep and quick.

'' Sam ! '' she screams. Reaching up she pulls his mouth down for a kiss that 's filled with despair and need.

He wants to better her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them great deal of problem. But he also wants to hear her beg again. He breathes in the scent of her expensive perfume. In and out. In and out. Nice and slacken. Building up. Feeling the pressure coiling within her.

'' God, Sam ... '' she whines meekly. `` Please ... ''

He smirks. `` please what ? '' he prods. It 's boring now. He can palpate the luster of sweat on his vertebral column. He laps up a few tiny beading from her forehead. He finds her dark center with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

She grips his forearms. `` Please, Sam, '' she husks. `` More ... ''

'' Mmm, '' he teases, picking up the stride just slightly. `` More of this ? '' he asks, thing leisurely and fooling. He watches her eyes widen and close, sees the way she nibbles at her lower lip.

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to ascertain her sliver. She moans when his mouth collides with her cervix. He sucks at her pulse dot, leaving what he 's knows will be a brand. He wants her to think this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' Look at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` outdoors. Your. Eyes. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in pleasure, he watches as they fall closed with the inscrutable, rough thrust he gives her. He goes back to the ho-hum, bid pace and time lag for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're dark. So sorry. Her educatee are dilated. The battle it takes for her to hold on them on his face makes him wassail with might. He knows he 's got her. He can finger her body throbbing around his length.

Suddenly, he 's beneath her. She 's caught him off guard duty and rides him. He grabs for her waistline wanting to wrest control from her, but she takes his wrists and force them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't let to let her do this. He 's far solid than she is. But the feeling of her breasts, full phase of the moon and sonorous, as they brush against the bulwark of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her possess her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's shoulders. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her fuzz tumbles over her shoulder in a silken curtain. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a salutary, slow grind ? ``

He tangles his fingers in the silk-spun strand that brush his cheek, pushing it back. He surges up, pulling her down onto his thrust. `` Mmm, '' he hums against her sassing. `` I asked you first. ``

Sitting up, he strums his hands down her spine. He guides her hip to his, creating a toothsome friction that makes her chill. He wraps his hand in her haircloth, tugging her head back to expose her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. bass and hard, he drives into her.

She gasps and groan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the daze of her orgasm, licking her lips as she touches his boldness. His name escapes her start lips as she throws her head back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every trouser and moan, each tiny cause of her rosehip as she tries to extend her highschool. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breath when Sam is behind her. Her body, hot and slipperiness, contracts around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingerbreadth draw circles and it 's almost too much. The pleasure he gives her is so vivid she can hardly pass off. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick rate. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed passion and vigor. He admires the bender of her hip and the way it flares to her bottom. He pushes her body to it 's limit point, tumbling her again and again into ecstasy.

She moans, whimpering as she shakes beneath him. `` Sam, '' she pants. `` I ca n't ... '' Struggling, she casts a glance over her shoulder. `` Too a good deal ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to roll Bela onto her cover. He kisses her, searching her lip and lip with his natural language. He waits for her. Waits for her to occur back down. time lag for her to wrap her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her tree branch around his waist, daring him to finish what he started. She cedes ascendence, looking into his eyes. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's trunk throbbing from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to tumble into the abyss. The silky way Bela wraps around him - the flavor of her trunk pulling him in - is nearly his untying. She purrs, moaning against his sass as he adopts a relentless speed. Once, twice, three prison term and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a crash, Sam jolts awake and finds himself on the floor next to the bed. His arms are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so very. Right down to the ...

'' Dude, '' Dean 's voice comes from over his shoulder. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed eyebrow. `` You were making some good yummy noises. ``

Sam frown and growls, `` Dean ... ''

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his eyes going broad. `` We really take to get you laid ... ''