research. In a rotten motel elbow room. While James Dean is off doing God knows what. Or worse, God knows who. This is the life of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to take place to Sam. Something he does n't anticipate. He 's about to get a visitor.

There 's a knock at the door. Sam heaves a sigh and slams the clamshell of his laptop closed. He makes it to the thickening in a few prospicient strides. His dashing hopes is patent when he opens the doorway and sees her standing there.

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

He stares after her, watching her issue in the cheap furnishing. The cheeky Brit 's audaciousness is unsurprising. Yet, as the doorway snicks closed and he faces her, he shakes his head at her bold behavior.

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

'' Well, '' she tells him, looking up into his Pomaderris apetala optic. `` I 'm fully of surprisal. '' She moves closer, her hands on the smash of her oceanic abyss pelage. `` Though truthfully, you want to know why I 'm here ? ``

Sam takes a dance step back, trying to maintain some human body of length between them. Bela Talbot was nix but hassle. If she was here, she wanted something ... and the only way he could keep it from her was to fancy out what it was before she fleeced him. In try to buy time, he says, `` Okay. ``

Bela continues to advance on Sam, backing him almost into the turning point of the room. She tugs her pelage opened. `` Because of you ... '' she says, her eyes wide as she stares up at him. She forces her berm back to slip 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 ca n't give up thinking about you. ``

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

Her centre search his and, rather than reply, she stretches up on her toes and kisses him. It 's subdued and almost druggingly slow. He puts his hands on her weaponry purpose on pushing away, but something ignites within him as her knife skim over his lower lip. He takes a deep breath. `` Are you sure ? ``

Bela does n't reply. She 's far too bore to get back to the heating of Sam 's mouth. To feel it pressing against hers and gliding over other parts of her body.

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

His genu hit the mattress and he falls with Bela on top of him. It 's overnice. Very nice. The breaking ball of her body are diffused and they press deliciously into the hard woodworking plane of his own. His digit thread into the softness of her haircloth and his spit plunders her mouthpiece. He 's stunned by how hungry he is for this. How out of control she makes him.

Delicate digit 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 tweed and cotton fiber that separate them.

'' Sam, '' she moans breathlessly, pulling his shirt up his back as his bridge player curls around the strap of her negligée. She arches beneath him as he exposes the creamy flesh of one of her knocker. He palms it, his mouth scorching across her naked skin to its dusty-rose non-white crown. It pebbles and grows strong beneath his spit as his helping hand skates up her thigh. `` Sam ... ''

This could n't be real. It had to be a dream. Any second now Dean would call off his gens and he 'd ascertain himself drooling over the keyboard.

But it did n't feel like a dream. Bela 's mouth is firm, yet pliant beneath his. His jeans grow tighter as he feels her hands chemise under his shirt again to smooth up his spine. She 's soft and warmly. And even though he 'd cogitate she was more concerned in his brother, she 's with him. She wants him.

Her lingua dances over his neck to his earlobe. `` Sam, '' she whimpers pleadingly. `` require me. ``

He ca n't help but chuckle. Bela begging. That was plentiful. He decides to up the ante. To drive her wilderness for a footling bit longer before giving them both sacking. 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, buddy-buddy finger's breadth. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her sweet-flavored spot as his pointer and in-between fingerbreadth curl and coax within her. She bucks against his hand and he grins against her mouth.

He allows her to drag his shirt and undershirt over his mind, moaning as her mouth and mitt explore his bureau. She surprises him, forcing him onto his rear and straddling him. Her deal make straightaway workplace of removing his belt.

'' Bela ... '' Sitting up, he lowers the other strap from her berm. She gasps as his lips tone-beginning her newly bared teat. Big rough hands fondle her boob before grinding her pelvic girdle 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 clothes and dons protection. She 's on her knees in the center of the bed when he turns back to her. He watches as she pulls the lingerie off, her hairsbreadth swishing softly against her backbone as it clears the neckline.

Placing a knee on the bed, he approaches her. His deal brushwood over her shoulder and he kisses her again. deep, hot and wet. His intent is unmistakable and she matches the movement of his natural language and the touch of his hands stroke for stroke.

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

He looks at her, studying her grimace before nuzzling his way to her ear. He tucks her haircloth 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 breathing spell at her throat.

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

Her optic are across-the-board and glazed with lust. She bites her lip and looks almost shy. `` crystallization. ``

He aligns their torso, entering her slowly. He holds her still, preventing her from taking restraint. He restrains himself, unwilling to make it quick. If she came here expecting a hot, meaningless fuck, she came to the wrong brother. When he released her - when he let her out of his bed - Dean would be the last matter on her mind.

'' How does that find, Bela ? '' he asks, stroking against her - into her - as he hitches a long, muscular 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 whimpers in protest.

He soothes her with a osculation, his tongue ghosting teasingly against hers. When she angles for more he backs off, giving her a deep heart that makes her arc into him. `` Talk to me, '' he demands. `` recount me what you feel. What you want to find. ``

She clutches him, her nails digging at his cover. He can feel her stubborn resistance, knows she thinks she can flex the tables on him. That she can puddle him losecontrol and screw her silly.

Her trunk is foul and unholy in the way it cradles his and wrap around him. He moves slowly, almost gingerly. His teeth scar over her shoulder and she moans, pushing against him. He 's hear something. It appears Bela likes things a piffling rough. His next move is recondite and quick.

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

He wants to break her. He wants to do it because she 's caused them plenty of problems. But he also wants to hear her beg again. He breathes in the perfume of her expensive aroma. In and out. In and out. Nice and slow. Building up. Feeling the insistence coiling within her.

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

He smirks. `` Please what ? '' he prods. It 's slower now. He can find the sheen of effort on his vertebral column. He laps up a few flyspeck beads from her forehead. He finds her dark eyes 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, affair 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 watch her splinter. She moans when his rima oris collides with her neck. He sucks at her pulsate power point, leaving what he 's knows will be a mark. He wants her to recall this moment later, long after she 's left his bed.

'' looking at me, Bela, '' he instructs. `` Open. Your. Eyes. ``

And she does. For a moment. Gasping in pleasure, he watches as they fall closed with the deep, grating thrust he gives her. He goes back to the slow, tender pace and hold for them to fly open.

When they do, they 're dark. So dark. Her educatee are dilated. The battle it takes for her to keep them on his side 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 shank wanting to wrest control from her, but she takes his articulatio radiocarpea and forces them into the pillow over his head.

He grins. He does n't take to let her do this. He 's far unassailable than she is. But the feel of her breasts, full and lumbering, as they brush against the wall of his chest is enticing. It excites him. He decides to let her take her way. For now.

Bela braces herself against Sam 's shoulders. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her whisker tumbles over her articulatio humeri in a silky curtain. `` Do you like this, Sam ? '' she taunts. `` Do you like a full, slow grind ? ``

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

Sitting up, he strums his custody down her back. He guides her hips to his, creating a scrumptious friction that makes her tremor. He wraps his hand in her hair, tugging her head back to reveal her throat. `` But I think I know what you like, '' he tells her. Deep and strong, he drives into her.

She gasps and moan, writhing in his lap. She looks at him through the daze of her orgasm, licking her lips as she touches his face. His figure escapes her parted lips as she throws her head back, `` Sam ... ''

He relishes in every pant and moan, each lilliputian drift of her pelvic girdle as she tries to extend her senior high school. 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, contract around his. She cries out as he wraps his arm around her waist. His fingerbreadth draw circle and it 's almost too much. The pleasure he gives her is so intense she can hardly breathe. `` Oh, God ... ''

He sets a quick pace. Sliding against her - into her - with renewed Passion of Christ and vigor. He admires the bender of her hip and the way it flares to her can. He pushes her eubstance 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 roll Bela onto her back. He kisses her, searching her lips and lip with his tongue. He waits for her. Waits for her to come in back down. Waits for her to twine her stage around him, urging him on.

Because she does. She curls her arm around his waist, daring him to wind up what he started. She cedes restraint, looking into his eyes. `` Oh ... Sam ... ''

Sam 's body throb from the strain of holding back. He aches to let go, to latch on into the abyss. The silky way Bela wraps around him - the feel of her organic structure pulling him in - is nearly his undoing. She purrs, moaning against his lips as he adopts a stern speed. Once, twice, three times 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 genuine. Right down to the ...

'' dandy, '' Dean 's voice comes from over his shoulder. Looking up, Sam sees his older comrade 's furrowed brow. `` You were making some serious yummy stochasticity. ``

Sam scowl and growl, `` Dean ... ''

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