Amanda allowed Dean to continue leading them through this until she could no longer take it. His tongue was still exploring the depths of her mouth and so she bit down on his bottom lip, hard, tasting his blood as he growled against her teeth. His mouth became harder on hers and she let go of his lip in exchange for the chance to breath. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her waist, lifting her up to sit on the jukebox.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tightly to her. Her head was even with his now and he reached up and fisted his left hand in her hair again, pressing against her head forcing her lips into his, bruising them as they were crushed beneath his. She used her hands to run up his well muscled forearms and she dug her nails into his skin creating tiny marks.
He used his free hand to reach for her shirt and he began the task of undoing those buttons once again, all the while never taking his lips from hers. She held her legs tightly around his waist as she moved to the tail of his shirt and began pulling it over his head breaking their kiss as she pulled his shirt free and tossing it to the floor where her shirt soon joined it. She had removed his gun when she'd felt it behind him and laid it on top of the jukebox next to her as she bent down to drop butterfly kisses over the skin around the bandages on his left side. Dean moaned at her soft touch reaching down to kiss the top of her head. She raised her eyes to meet his.
As he took in the sight of her lips red and swollen along with her eyes so dark the green almost completely eclipsed by the darkness of her pupils, he reached behind her to undo the clasp to her bra.
He continued to hold her gaze as her bra was removed and it joined their shirts on the floor. His eyes were telling her there was no turning back now, they were moving forward and she nodded to him as she saw the words in her mind just as clearly as if he'd spoken to her out loud. There was only this; right now, this moment. There was no stopping, they could pour everything into this one moment; their hurt, their pain their anger, their weaknesses. Everything else stopped but right now. They could walk away from each other later if they chose to, but right now there was no stopping the inevitable. No one was coming to knock on the door, no one was going to pull them apart; no Sam, no Ryon; nothing. They had only now.
Dean, breathing hard, listened to her heart beating against his chest. He knew this was it for him, even if they did walk away from each other, no matter what other women came into his life, this was it for him. Amanda would be the only woman that would touch the one part of his soul no one had ever touched; not Cassie; not even Sam. He didn't care what happened to him in the future anymore, he would always have this.
"I'm not walking away," he whispered against her ear as the next song on the jukebox began to play. "We do this, there is no turning back. I won't just walk away." He didn't just mean the sex, he meant more; much more than that.
"I know Dean." She said using her legs to pull him closer to her. "I'm not asking you to."
"But…" He began.
"I know Dean." She repeated. "I don't expect more than either of us can give the other. We each have our load to carry. Sam is important to you and you have to protect him. He needs you to. I would never come between you and Sam."
"And you have Ryon…she's…yours." He paused. "So all we will have is right now."
"Yes…" She whispered just before capturing his mouth with her own.
Dean gasped at the intense heat he felt when her tongue touched his; his need for her terrified him, because he knew soon he would have to walk away. He'd have to leave her and something inside him just didn't want to let her go. He held her tighter as he broke the kiss to move his head down to kiss one of her breasts.
Amanda gasped herself as he moved to suck on her erect nipple; causing strong ripples of pleasure to course through her. She moaned as he moved from one to the other while his hands were working on her jeans. She could feel his slightly roughened hands sliding over her bare skin pulling her closer, his sucking deepening and sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.
She moved her hands from his arms to reach down for the button on his jeans, but he stopped her by picking her up by her hips, her legs still locked around his waist to gently pull them away so he could remove her jeans. She slowly let him stand her back on her shaky legs as he pulled her jeans down along with her panties. She heard him chuckle as he reached down to pull her boots off before removing the rest of her clothing.
"What?" Her foggy brain asked.
"The panties are purple too." He chuckled again as he came back to grab her waist and pick her up and wrap her legs around his waist for her. "But I don't think Jimmy would be too thrilled about us using his jukebox."
Amanda smiled as she gently said, "There's a bed in the back off the kitchen. Jimmy sometimes sleeps here."
She smiled again as Dean slowly carried her through the kitchen door to the room she pointed out. He opened the door to a small office with a twin bed in the far corner. He smiled as he carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down on top of the blankets. She watched him as he slowly undid his jeans and let them fall to the floor toeing off his boots as he removed the rest of his clothing. She reached out for him as he slowly came down to lie on top of her.
"Weren't you willing to do all the work before?" He questioned as he brought his lips back to suckle on her other nipple.
"That was before, and God help me, but I don't think you'll have too much trouble getting the job done." She whispered back in his ear as she moaned again at the pleasure the man could induce with damned tongue of his.
Dean smiled as he moved back up to kiss her swollen lips. He couldn't help but feel her heat as he pressed down on her, his breath hot on her skin. He loved knowing that he was pleasing her; his body pressing against hers. He kissed her, touched her, felt every shiver she felt; he moved one roughened fingertip to touch her where he most wanted to be.
One thing Dean Winchester knew above all else was just how to please a woman. He never took from a woman more than she had to give and he never left her wanting. He could never give a woman more than the one night so he learned early on that in all fairness, if he was going to have sex, he was going to make sure the woman never felt slighted in any way, especially after his departure from her life. And he was not going to let Amanda have anything less.
So he moved his hand back down below to rub gently as his mouth came back to her nipple using his teeth this time. He gently matched his nipping with his rubbing causing her to moan in complete ecstasy.
He moved gently putting his left knee between hers to spread her legs for him. He moved with such loving slowness that Amanda thought she'd lose her mind. He moved so slow that it was a shock to her when she finally felt him push into her with an intensity that she thought she had actually died then and there. But he gently measured his thrusts until he was moving with the beat of the jukebox music blaring from the bar. She could feel every beat of the song when he thrust deep that she was positive she was really losing her mind.
My body is burning, it starts to shout… Desire is coming, it breaks out loud… Lust is in cages still storm breaks loose… Just have to make it with someone I choose…
Amanda gripped the sides of the bed as he moved over her and just when she thought for sure she had died and gone to Heaven he thrust deep one last time and joined her in her orgasm pushing them both over that cliff into the darkness of bliss.
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane… Here I am, rock you like a hurricane…
Sam wanted to lavish as much of his attention on Ryon that he could, but he was beginning to feel slightly light-headed with his own desire. They had barely made it to Ryon's room before they'd launched themselves at each other. Ryon's mouth worked over Sam's with such detail that he didn't think he could survive the night ahead.
Ryon had turned on the radio for some music and Sam had to laugh when he heard 'Centerfield' begin playing. Too funny, he thought while his hands drifted down until he found the roundness of Ryon's ass. God she had a really nice one. And her lips were so soft and full and he knew he could just go on kissing her forever.
Well, I beat the drum and hold the phone, the sun will come out today… We're born again, there's new grass on the field… Just a-roundin' third and headed for home, it's a brown-eyed handsome man… Anyone can understand the way I feel…
The need to kiss her surprised him. He hadn't felt this need to kiss another woman since Jess; not even when he'd kissed Lori back in Iowa. He had thought then it would be good to kiss Lori and to move on from Jess, but when he'd kissed her he hadn't felt the desire to move forward and all he'd seen in his mind was Jess' face. Now though, he didn't want to think about Jess, he only wanted to concentrate of Ryon. His whole body was responding as his tongue roamed freely throughout her mouth, searching, tasting and just wanting. This kiss was amazing and now Sam knew he could let go of Jess; he could move on and not feel guilty.
With one deep hitch of his breath, he had removed her shirt and was working on his own as he bent back down to capture her mouth. She helped him with the buttons of his shirt and soon she had it pulled down his powerful forearms and was tossing it on the floor with hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, pressing his mouth down onto the pulse point at the base of her throat.
He needed to remove this bra of hers as quickly as he possibly could. His hands were already wrapped around her so he reached up and undid the clasp of her bra letting it fall to the floor where they stood. When he saw the beautiful curve of her full breasts, his breath again hitched in his throat just before he bent his head to capture one nipple between his even white teeth.
He felt her moan against him as he moved back to claim her mouth. Suddenly he pulled back to reach down and scoop her up into his arms and carry her to the bed, gently laying her down before he pulled off her shoes and toed off his sneakers.
"You're too far away now." Ryon moaned as she reached for him and pulled him down on top of her. She claimed his mouth for herself as she wrapped her arms around those large arms of his. God, she thought. He is gorgeous. All tanned toned skin and his hair flopping around his face; brushing over her skin as he moved down to plant kisses on the flat of her stomach. She could feel her desire deep inside her and she knew she had to have him and soon.
Oh, put me in Coach, I'm ready to play, today… Put me in Coach, I'm ready to play, today… Look at me, I can be center field…
Sam could feel her shaking against him as he moved to unbutton her jeans and as he worked them down her body he laid kisses on every inch of skin he exposed in his work. When he had both her jeans and panties out of the way, he sat up on the bed on his knees so she could reach out and undo his jeans. He let her work at pulling them down his legs, and he moved so she could pull them free. She then reached out a hand to touch the bulge in his boxer briefs and Sam started to shake this time.
Ryon was thrilled that she could make Sam shake like that just from her touch and she could feel his desire growing beneath her palm. He was ready and so was she. She pulled his boxers down and let him remove them before he brought his body back down over hers. She was lost in her desire; she had never felt this way with any other man. But it wasn't like she'd had a lot of experience with this in her 22 years.
She knew now what her mother meant when she'd told her she'd know when it was right. Sam was right. She may not ever see him again, but she knew she'd never forget this or the man. He was what she needed to move past her past.
When Sam moved his legs between hers, she reached out and ran a finger over his lips waiting for him to make the next move. As Sam slowly entered her, she felt a lot of her barriers breaking away and as he pushed deeper she knew without a doubt this would probably be the only man she would allow to hold her like this for a while. Even if they never saw each other again, she knew she would always treasure this moment. Sam moved slowly matching his thrusts to her own and she lost all sense of everything as she took in only the here and now.
And when she reached that cliff's edge where she knew she would fall into oblivion, she cried out his name as Sam thrust one last time breaking over the crashing waves and sending her over into the darkness with him by her side.
Put me in Coach, I'm ready to play, today…