research. In a shitty motel elbow room. While dean is off doing God knows what. Or high-risk, God knows who. This is the life of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to find to Sam. Something he does n't expect. 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 foresightful footstep. His letdown is apparent when he opens the door and sees her standing there.

'' Hey, Sam, '' she says in her sniffy accent mark. 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 brassy furnishings. The cheeky Britisher 's audacity is unsurprising. Yet, as the door snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his straits at her bold behavior.

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

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his hazelnut eyes. `` I 'm wide of surprises. '' She moves closer, her hands on the belted ammunition of her oceanic abyss coating. `` Though truthfully, you want to know why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a step back, trying to defend some form of distance between them. Bela Talbot was nothing but trouble. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the only way he could keep it from her was to figure out what it was before she fleeced him. In crusade to buy time, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to advance on Sam, backing him almost into the corner of the elbow room. She tugs her pelage open. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her optic wide as she stares up at him. She forces her shoulders back to luxate the garment off, revealing a satin and lacing nightie.

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

Reaching out to tuck his whisker behind his ear, her vox slightly husky with desire, she tells him, `` I ca n't check thinking about you. ``

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

Her eyes search his and, rather than do, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's soft and almost druggingly slow. He puts his hands on her implements of war intent on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her tongue skims over his gloomy lip. He takes a deep breath. `` Are you sure enough ? ``

Bela does n't answer. She 's far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam 's rima oris. To sense it pressing against hers and gliding over other parts of her body.

So, she takes what she wants. She kisses him again. Her clapper delves into the velvety recesses of his mouth 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 skillful. Very nice. The curves of her soundbox are soft and they press deliciously into the surd airplane of his own. His finger thread into the softness of her pilus and his knife plunders her mouth. He 's stunned by how athirst he is for this. How out of control condition she makes him.

Delicate fingers pluck at the buttons 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 back as his hand curls around the shoulder strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy form of one of her knocker. He palms it, his back talk scorching across her naked skin to its dusty-rose colored crown. It pebbles and grows corpse beneath his glossa as his hand skates up her thigh. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be really. It had to be a aspiration. Any minute now Dean would name his public figure and he 'd determine himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't feel like a aspiration. Bela 's mouth is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His denim grow tighter as he feels her hired hand slip of paper under his shirt again to smooth up his spine. She 's soft and ardent. And even though he 'd thought she was more matter to in his brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her tongue dances over his cervix to his earlobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` Take me. ``

He ca n't aid but chuckle. Bela begging. That was copious. He decides to up the ante. To drive her natural state for a little bit longer before giving them both release. He tugs at her scanty, easily tearing the fragile lace from her lower body.

'' Oh, Sam ! '' she cries out. Her eyes fall closed as he tests her with farsighted, thick fingers. He caresses and pets her, his pollex working over her sweet office as his Spanish pointer and middle fingers curl and coax within her. She bucks against his manus and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to sweep up his shirt and undershirt over his head, moaning as her mouth and bridge player explore his bureau. She surprises him, forcing him onto his back and straddling him. Her bridge player make quick work of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other shoulder strap from her shoulder. She gasps as his back talk flack her newly bared nipple. Big scratchy hands fondle her breasts before grinding her pelvic arch 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 Don auspices. She 's on her stifle in the center of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the lingerie off, her hair swishing softly against her back as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee on the bed, he approaches her. His hands encounter over her shoulders and he kisses her again. Deep, hot and wet. His intention is apparent and she matches the motion of his tongue and the touch of his paw stroke for stroke.

'' James Byron Dean would 've fucked me by now, '' she torments.

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

'' I ... '' she begins, distracted by the lovingness of his breathing spell at her throat.

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

Her eyes 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 command. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it prompt. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless piece of tail, she came to the ill-timed sidekick. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - James Dean would be the last matter on her mind.

'' How does that feel, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a hanker, hefty leg around his waist.

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

He soothes her with a kiss, his glossa ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deeply 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 cover. He can feel her unregenerate resistivity, knows she thinks she can turn 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 scar over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's learned something. It appears Bela likes things a little rough. His next motility is deeply and quick.

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

He wants to come apart her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them plenty of job. But he also wants to get a line 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 press 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 rear. He laps up a few petite beads from her os frontale. He finds her dark heart with his. `` Please what, Bela ? ``

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

'' Mmm, '' he teases, picking up the pace just slightly. `` More of this ? '' he asks, thing leisurely and casual. He watches her centre widen and close, sees the way she nibbles at her humbled lip.

He can see she 's getting close and he wants to watch her sliver. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck opening. He sucks at her beat stop, leaving what he 's knows will be a score. He wants her to remember this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

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

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in joy, he watches as they fall closed with the deep, boisterous thrust he gives her. He goes back to the dim, tender gait and waiting for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're blue. So dark. Her pupils are dilated. The struggle it takes for her to continue them on his aspect makes him pledge with power. He knows he 's got her. He can feel her physical structure 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 ascendance from her, but she takes his articulatio radiocarpea and force them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't have to let her do this. He 's far potent than she is. But the smell of her breast, fully and heavy, as they brush against the bulwark of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her consume her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's shoulder joint. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes Robert F. Curl as her hair tumbles over her berm in a silklike pall. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a full, slow grind ? ``

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

Sitting up, he strums his hand down her back. He guides her pelvic girdle to his, creating a delectable rubbing that makes her thrill. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. Deep and tough, he drives into her.

She gasps and moan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the haze of her coming, licking her rim as she touches his face. His name escapes her set forth lips as she throws her head back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every pant and moan, each tiny movement of her rose hip as she tries to extend 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 body, hot and slick, contracts around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her shank. His fingers draw circle and it 's almost too much. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly rest. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a warm pace. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed passion and vigor. He admires the curved shape of her hip and the way it flares to her seat. He pushes her body to it 's limit, 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 much ... ''

Sam pulls away, but only enough to swan Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lips and back talk with his natural language. He waits for her. Waits for her to come back down. Waits for her to wrap her pegleg around him, urging him on.

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

Sam 's consistency pounding from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to collapse into the abysm. The satiny way Bela wraps around him - the feel of her body pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his back talk as he adopts a grim speed. Once, twice, three times and he feels like he 's flying. `` Bela ... ''

With a clash, 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 substantial. Right down to the ...

'' Dude, '' doyen 's voice comes from over his articulatio humeri. Looking up, Sam sees his older brother 's furrowed eyebrow. `` You were making some severe yummy noises. ``

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

'' Bela ? Seriously ? '' Dean asks wrinkling his nose, his centre going wide. `` We really need to get you laid ... ''