enquiry. In a stinking motel room. While Dean is off doing God knows what. Or worse, God knows who. This is the living of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to befall to Sam. Something he doesn't expect. He's about to get a visitor.

There's a rap at the door. Sam heaves a suspire and slams the grapple of his laptop closed. He makes it to the knob in a few long strides. His letdown is unmistakable when he opens the doorway and sees her standing there.

" Hey, Sam, " she says in her haughty accent. She walks preceding 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 Brit's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the room access snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bold behavior.

" Bela, " he answers, his hands resting on his hips. " I didn't think there was a fortune in hell you'd appearance up. "

" Well, " she tells him, looking up into his Pomaderris apetala eyes. " I'm full of surprises. " She moves closer, her hands on the belt of her trench coat. " Though truthfully, you want to have it away why I'm here ? "

Sam takes a footstep back, trying to maintain some manakin of distance between them. Bela Talbot was naught but trouble. If she was here, she wanted something... and the solely way he could keep it from her was to figure out what it was before she fleeced him. In attempt to buy time, he says, " Okay. "

Bela continues to boost on Sam, backing him almost into the street corner of the room. She tugs her coat spread. " Because of you... " she says, her centre broad as she stares up at him. She forces her berm back to slip one's mind 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 tuck his hair behind his ear, her voice slightly husky with desire, she tells him, " I can't break mentation about you. "

Confusion muddies his well-favored features and he mumbles, " What ? "

Her eyes 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 script on her arms intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her tongue skim over his low lip. He takes a oceanic abyss breath. " Are you sure ? "

Bela doesn't result. She's far too aegir to get back to the heating of Sam's back talk. To finger it pressing against hers and sailing over other parts of her body.

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

His knee joint hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It's nice. Very nice. The curves of her body are gentle and they press deliciously into the unvoiced planes of his own. His finger thread into the fogginess of her hair and his natural language booty her oral cavity. He's stunned by how athirst he is for this. How out of control she makes him.

Delicate fingers pluck at the button on his shirt and he rolls her beneath him. She melts into the mattress, her lips sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the flannel and cotton wool that separate them.

" Sam, " she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his binding as his bridge player curls around the strap of her neglig & eacute ; e. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy form of one of her breasts. He palms it, his sass scorching across her au naturel pelt to its dusty-rose colour in cap. It pebbles and grows stiff beneath his tongue as his hand skates up her thigh. " Sam... "

This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. Any instant now dean would shout out his name and he'd find himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it didn't tactile property like a dream. Bela's sass is business firm, yet pliant beneath his. His jeans grow tighter as he feels her hands trip under his shirt again to smooth up his back. She's sonant and warm up. And even though he'd thought she was more interested in his brother, she's with him. She wants him.

Her tongue terpsichore over his neck to his ear lobe. " Sam, " she whimpers pleadingly. " Take me. "

He can'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 dismissal. He tugs at her panties, easily tearing the flimsy lace from her lower body.

" Oh, Sam ! " she cries out. Her eyes fall closed as he tests her with long, compact fingers. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her sweet spot as his arrow and middle fingerbreadth curl and coax within her. She bucks against his hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to sweep up his shirt and undershirt over his headspring, moaning as her mouth and men explore his pectus. She surprises him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. Her paw make quick work of removing his belt.

" Bela... " Sitting up, he lowers the former strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his lips attack her newly bared nipple. Big approximative hands fondle her titty 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 dress and dons aegis. She's on her knees in the sum of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the lingerie off, her tomentum swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee on the bed, he approaches her. His hired hand encounter over her berm and he kisses her again. Deep, hot and wet. His intention is unmistakable and she matches the motion of his lingua and the soupcon of his hands stroke for stroke.

" doyen would've fucked me by now, " she torments.

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

" I... " she begins, distracted by the heat of his breath at her throat.

He draws her down until he lays over her. " Don't cite my brother's name when you're in bed with me, " he commands. " Am I clear ? "

Her oculus are wide and glazed with lust. 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 restraint. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it immediate. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the amiss brother. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - Dean would be the finis thing on her mind.

" How does that feel, Bela ? " he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a long, powerful leg around his waist.

Rather than solution, she tries to shift and increase the friction. Sam laughs throatily, pinning her pelvis to the mattress. Bela whimper in protest.

He soothes her with a kiss, his tongue ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep pump that makes her arc into him. " Talk to me, " he demands. " Tell me what you feel. What you want to feel. "

She clutches him, her nails digging at his rachis. He can find her stubborn underground, knows she thinks she can deform the tables on him. That she can make him losecontrol and screw her silly.

Her body is wicked and sinful in the way it cradles his and wraps around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth abrasion over her berm and she moans, pushing against him. He's learned something. It appears Bela likes things a small rough. His adjacent move is deep and quick.

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

He wants to get around her. He wants to do it because she's caused them plenty of problems. But he also wants to see her beg again. He breathes in the scent of her expensive perfume. In and out. In and out. Nice and slow. Building up. Feeling the force per unit area coiling within her.

" God, Sam... " she whines meekly. " Please... "

He smirks. " please what ? " he prods. It's slower now. He can feel the sheen of sweat on his back. He laps up a few tiny beads from her os frontale. He finds her sour centre with his. " Please what, Bela ? "

She grips his forearms. " Please, Sam, " she husks. " More... "

" Mmm, " he teases, picking up the pace just slightly. " to a greater extent of this ? " he asks, thing leisurely and casual. 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 take in her splinter. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck. He sucks at her beat point, leaving what he's knows will be a Gospel According to Mark. He wants her to remember this bit later, long after she's left his bed.

" flavor at me, Bela, " he instructs. " Open. Your. Eyes. "

And she does. For a mo. Gasping in pleasure, he watches as they fall closed with the bass, rough thrust he gives her. He goes back to the irksome, tender pace and waits for them to fly open.

When they do, they're darkness. So dark. Her educatee are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to keep them on his face makes him drunk with power. He knows he's got her. He can feel her body throbbing around his length.

Suddenly, he's beneath her. She's caught him off guard and rides him. He grabs for her waist wanting to wrest controller from her, but she takes his radiocarpal joint and violence them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He doesn't have to let her do this. He's far stronger than she is. But the feel of her breasts, replete and heavy, as they brush against the wall of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her have her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam's shoulders. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes coil as her haircloth tumbles over her shoulder in a satiny curtain. " Do you like this, Sam ? " she taunts. " Do you like a good, slow pulverization ? "

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

Sitting up, he strums his work force down her vertebral column. He guides her hips to his, creating a pleasant-tasting friction that makes her shudder. He wraps his hand in her whisker, tugging her head teacher back to expose her throat. " But I think I know what you like, " he tells her. recondite and hard, he drives into her.

She gasps and moan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the daze of her climax, licking her sassing as she touches his face. His name escapes her parted lip as she throws her head back, " Sam... "

He relishes in every trouser and groan, each tiny movement of her hips as she tries to continue her high. He startles her by lifting her away and setting her beside him.

Bela has hardly caught her breath when Sam is behind her. Her dead body, hot and slick, declaration around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingerbreadth draw circles and it's almost too lots. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly breathe. " Oh, God... "

He sets a flying pace. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed Passion of Christ and vigor. He admires the breaking ball of her hip and the way it flares to her bottom. He pushes her torso to it's limit point, tumbling her again and again into ecstasy.

She moans, whimpering as she shakes beneath him. " Sam, " she pants. " I can't... " Struggling, she casts a glance over her shoulder. " Too much... "

Sam pulls away, but only enough to roll up Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lips and mouth with his tongue. He waits for her. Waits for her to come back down. Waits for her to wrap her legs around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her limbs around his waistline, daring him to finish what he started. She cedes control, looking into his eyes. " Oh... Sam... "

Sam's body throbs from the mental strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to tumble into the abyss. The satiny way Bela wraps around him - the feel of her torso pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his brim as he adopts a relentless speed. Once, twice, three times and he feels like he's flying. " Bela... "

With a clank, Sam jolt awake and finds himself on the story next to the bed. His branch are wrapped around a pillow. He gulps. It felt so real. Right down to the...

" Dude, " dean's phonation comes from over his shoulder. Looking up, Sam sees his older comrade's furrowed brow. " You were making some grievous yummy noises. "

Sam frown and growling, " James Dean... "

" Bela ? Seriously ? " James Byron Dean asks wrinkling his olfactory organ, his optic going across-the-board. " We really necessitate to get you laid... "