Every Time

Title: Every Time
Rating: NC-17
Author: Reportergirl13
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Jo,
Word Count: 1,041
Prompt: provocative (Deansmistress22)



Dean’s eyes darkened with lust as he sat on the bed in Bobby’s guest room, watching as she bent down, sliding the zipper of her knee high boots down slowly, round, pert ass facing him…he clenched his fists to keep from reaching out and grabbing her.

When the boots were off Jo stood, flashed him a grin and slid her small hand down her neck, between her breasts, stopping at the waistband of the short, black leather skirt. Teasing him. At the moment Jo was giving off the most provocative vibe Dean had ever felt in his life.

She slipped her hand under the waist band of the skirt, stroked herself through her panties, closed her eyes, and moaned. It was the hottest thing Dean had ever seen and he had to keep himself from coming right there.

Jo’s eyes fluttered open and then before he could blink the skirt was gone, slithering down her legs and pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it and he licked his lips as his eyes made a beeline for the panty clad juncture between her thighs.

“Christ…”

His voice was gruff and Jo smirked as she pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Dean could see the silky material of her matching bra and panties from where he sat and all he wanted to do was run his hands over it.

Jo kneeled on the bed as she crawled up his body and straddled his lap. Dean’s hands griped her hips hard as her hands reached above his head gripping the head board. She ground herself against him and he moaned as his head dropped back against the headboard making it shake slightly.

She did it again and he stilled her hips. She leaned forward and kissed his neck before sucking hard on the spot right below his ear. Dean was trying to think of anything, but Jo. The Impala…Sam downstairs with Bobby…Cas…the leftover chicken from dinner, but nothing was working.

If Jo didn’t stop grinding her body against him he was going to come in his boxers like a teenager. He slid his hand between them, pushed her panties aside and pushed a finger inside of her. She was ridiculously wet and the thought that it was all for him made him harder.

“Oh god…Dean…”

He rubbed his thumb against her clit as he continued thrusting fingers inside her. Dean watched as she reached up and started kneading her own breasts. Jo’s blonde hair was strewn haphazardly across her shoulders, body arched, biting her lip as she pinched her own nipple.

Her voice was breathless as Dean hit a particularly sensitive spot with his fingers.

“Stop messing around and fuck me damn it.”

Jo’s hand slid down her body to his chest, before straying to his groin. She moved the flap of his boxers and wrapped a warm hand around his throbbing cock. Dean groaned low in his throat as he slipped his fingers from her body. His voice was low, seductive as he eyed her with a face full of lust.

“You wanna fuck? Go ahead nobody’s stoppin’ you.”

Jo raised an eyebrow at the mocking look on his face. It was a challenge. They each had their games to make the other squirm…and Jo wasn’t gonna lose this one. She smirked, lifted her body, positioned him at her entrance and engulfed him inch by inch.

When he was sheathed fully inside of her, she clenched her muscles around him before using the headboard as leverage and lifting off. After settling into a steady rhythm she picked up the pace. Dean was so close to coming it was embarrassing.

He tried to focus but when her hot body made contact with his he was lost. She was warm, tight and every time his cock slid back inside of her it was like being home. He reached up and pulled back the cups of her bra, not bothering to undo it.

He squeezed her naked flesh and ran his fingers around her nipple eliciting a loud moan. She wanted to play hardball, he could too. Jo’s hand slid behind her at the same time his slid between them. He rubbed her clit as she massaged his balls and they moaned in unison each cursing the other for having the same thought.

Jo’s other hand fell from the headboard and onto his chest as she rode him for all he was worth. She couldn’t believe how full he made her feel every time he was inside of her, every time he angled his hips to hit that spot that drove her crazy.

She was so close to coming, but not yet. She lifted herself off him before plunging back down hard, clenching her muscles as hard as she could while massaging his balls roughly and Dean let out a startled cry as he shot his load inside Jo causing her to follow him over the edge.

She pulled her hand out from between them and fell to Dean’s chest exhausted. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing as their body’s calmed down. They were sticky and Jo could feel her sweat slicked body sticking to his as he rubbed her back lightly.

She grinned against his chest.

“I win…”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“It was a tie…”

She lifted her head and frowned at him.

“Don’t be a sore loser…you came first.”

Dean grumbled before mumbling.

“Fine…you win.”

“Yes!”

She gave him a triumphant smile as she moved off his body and tossed his shirt over her head. He frowned.

“Where are you going?”

“Duh to get my reward….”

She gave him an evil smile.

“The last piece of warm apple pie…all for me…”

He glared at her.

“Bitch.”

“Don’t be sour princess. A deal’s a deal.”

Dean watched as she pranced out of the bedroom and when he was sure she was gone he grinned. Boy was she gonna be pissed when she found out he ate the last piece right before he coming upstairs. He waited for it and he wasn’t disappointed.

“DEAN WINCHESTER WHERE’S MY PIE!?”

He chuckled to himself as he leaned back on the bed. No one messed with his pie.