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I slipped my hand under the table and found the outline of his cock in his jeans, making him gasp. Which he quickly followed by loudly clearing his throat to try and cover it up as he wiggled his hips in his chair, like he was trying to shake my hand off. But I wouldn’t be deterred. I continued looking at the book in front of me, but I watched his entire body stiffen out of the corner of my eye when I began to move my hand on it, feeling him grow harder through the rough material. I continued this until Sam got up to grab another book, then I reached over with my other hand to quickly undo his belt and jeans. Before Sam got back, I had freed his brother’s hard cock and I was stroking it slowly beneath the table. Each stroke made Dean’s entire body twitch as he fought to keep from making any noise. I watched him struggle to control the expression on his face, still pretending to read the tome in front of him. I tightened my grip and began to increase the speed of my strokes, grinning down at the table as his breath started to come faster. Finally, he reached under the table and firmly grabbed my hand, moving it away from him as discreetly as he was able to. He looked over long enough to give me a stern look. He tucked his now rock hard cock back into his pants and zipped and buttoned them. The look he gave me was pure evil and I knew that I was probably going to pay for my actions. He waited a few minutes before he very obviously faked a yawn and slammed the book shut. I watched as he told his younger brother that he was getting tired and we were heading to bed. Sam nodded and gave us a distracted wave without ever looking up from the book on the table in front of him. Dean grasped my wrist tightly and pulled me up from my chair. He led me out of the room behind him, striding so quickly that I struggled to keep up with him. I grinned at his back, not at all unhappy about what I knew was coming. I wiped it quickly from my face when pulled me through the door of our bedroom and turned to shut and lock the door. I was quiet as he turned and slowly appraised me from head to toe. "Strip,” he instructed in a quiet, but commanding voice. I waited until he was settled at the end of the bed before leaning down to untie and kick off my boots. His eyes never strayed from me as I removed my socks, then moved on to my flannel. I slowly unbuttoned it and let it slide from off of my shoulders to the floor. Then I grasped the bottom hem of my tank top and pulled it over my head, watching his face as I revealed the tight black satin corset I had on underneath. His eyebrow raised slightly, but other than that, he masterfully controlled his face. I unbuttoned my jeans and turned around to bend over and remove them right in front of him. I heard his sharp intake of breath, followed by him clearing his throat very quietly when I uncovered the matching black thong, but when I turned back around his face was still. I stood there, letting him just take it all in. He crooked his finger, beckoning me closer. I moved right in front of him and let his hands turn me so that my ass was practically in his face. His callused hands turned to velvet as he stroked it gently, squeezing and lightly smacking it. I flinched and gasped when he smacked it harder than I was expecting. He repeated this on each cheek several times, until I knew it had to be cherry red. It was followed by him rubbing it and placing a soft kiss on each side to soothe the stinging. His hands settled on my hips and made me step to the side. I felt him stand up and move so he was right behind me. Soft kisses were placed along my bare shoulders, making me shiver. He brushed my hair to one side and kissed my neck as he pressed his chest into my back. It was all so soft and sweet that I was happily surprised when his fingers suddenly knotted in my hair and he pulled my head back. "I love the new corset. Leave it all on, but I want you to take all of mine off,” he commanded in my ear. I felt the pull on my hair go slack and I turned around to begin stripping him. His flannel went first, followed by his t-shirt. I paused to move my lips all over his neck and chest, then I dropped to my knees to unlace his boots and loosen the strings for him. Then I pulled them off and dropped them off to the side. I reached up and unbuttoned his pants before slowly pulling the zipper down as I looked up into his eyes. They were heavy lidded with desire as he reached down and ran his thumb down my cheek. I didn’t waste time after that, hooking my fingers in both his boxers and jeans to pull them down. His more than generous cock swung free as I pushed them to the ground so he could step out of them. He sat on the bed and I lifted each foot to pull his socks off. When I looked up at him, he was smiling down at me, and I couldn’t help reflexively smiling back. He reached down and I couldn’t help closing my eyes as his fingers gently stroked my cheek again. He helped me up, then turned me around and pulled me down onto his lap. He pushed my legs apart, spreading me open as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest. I shuddered when he reached around and began to rub my clit through the thin, slippery material of my panties. I could feel myself getting wetter, quickly soaking through the satin panties. I moaned quietly and his free hand moved to cover my mouth. "Shhh,” he said. “I was forced to be quiet out there while you teased me. It's your turn now. Understand?” I nodded and he slowly moved his hand off of my mouth. He slid it down and wrapped it around my neck, squeezing gently in just the right spots to make me have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. His fingers kept up their work, nudging me closer and closer to orgasm. My breath was coming in quick gasps and my legs began to tremble. The closer I got, the more I had to fight against the urge to squeeze my thighs closed, instead concentrating on keeping them spread over his legs. I was two seconds away from coming when he just stopped and moved his hand away. I gasped in shock and slumped against his chest. He chuckled, the hand on my neck slowly sliding down to graze the tops of each of my pushed up breasts. “You didn’t think I would let you off that easy, did you?” he asked, kissing lightly along my neck and shoulders.
I sighed deeply. I was disappointed, obviously, but I should have known it was coming . Not after fucking with him. Not yet, at least. He liked punishing me and I loved being punished by him. "On your knees, pretty girl,” his gravelly voice instructed in my ear. I did as he said, sliding off of his lap and onto the floor in front of him. When I turned to face him, he was holding his cock in his hand and I immediately reached out and grasped it in both of my hands. I started off with slow, light strokes. Before long I had tightened my grip and sped up the strokes. I looked up at his face and he was gazing down at me. He shook his head and took my hands and pulled them away. Then he reached out and lightly ran his fingers over my lips. I smiled up at him before darting my tongue out and licking the tip of his finger. He beamed down at me, knowing I understood exactly what he wanted. I happily leaned forward, grasped his cock again, and began to lightly circle my tongue around the head of it. He let out a happy sigh, tangling his fingers in my hair to hold it back away from my face. I took the whole head in my mouth, sucking softly as I continued to swirl my tongue around it. I used one hand to stroke as I sucked, slowly working my way down the shaft, taking him deeper into my mouth. I could hear his breathing get heavier and he started making small noises in the back of his throat, and it made me so happy. It always pleased me to please him. I kept working my way down, until I had made it almost to the base of the shaft. He had just started trembling when he made me stop. He didn’t say a word, just pulled me up onto his lap, facing him this time. He kissed me hard, burying his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my nails down his back, making him growl into my lips. Suddenly, his arms were tight around me and he was standing up, surprising a loud gasp out of me. He chuckled, turning to lay me down on the bed. He hooked his fingers through the sides of my panties and pulled hard, ripping the material in his haste to get them down. He quickly tossed the scrap of satin aside and leaned down to bury his face in the wetness between my legs. I gasped again, quickly covering my mouth with my hand to fight the urge to moan. His tongue seemed to know all of the right spots to work on, sliding in circles, lapping slowly, sucking. He worked me over until my chest was heaving like I’d just run five miles. And once again, he stopped right before I was about to come. He was still paying me back. As I laid there trying to catch my breath, he got up on his knees. He leaned over and kissed me, softer this time, his tongue running sweetly across my lips. I wrapped my arms around him, digging my fingernails into his back as he kissed, licked, and sucked his way down to and across my chest. Pulling back a little, he began to undo the hooks in the front of the corset. When the last clasp was undone, he slowly peeled each side away. He kissed his way down, spending time on each nipple before working his way down my stomach to my belly button. Then he was on his knees between my legs again. When he looked down at my face, his eyes were soft, and there was so much intensity in his gaze that I felt myself blushing all of the way down into my chest. When he put his hands under my legs and grasped the backs of my thighs, I pulled my legs up towards my stomach. I didn’t take my eyes off of his face as he adjusted until he was where he wanted to be. As he slowly pushed inside of me, we both sighed simultaneously. My eyes closed as he began to slowly stroke in and out. My body froze when he pressed his thumb against my clit and began to rub it. But his thumb was persistent, pushing me closer and closer to another explosive orgasm. He didn’t stop this time, urging me to come with the touch of his thumb, with the motion of his hips slamming against mine. I came with the explosive fury of a bomb going off. With one hand covering my mouth to hold in the cries of pleasure that were trying to escape and the other clutching a handful of the blanket, I came hard, my insides tightening around him like a constrictor. I was just beginning to relax when he began to pound into me harder, his breath coming in quick gasps. My legs tightened around his hips, urging him deeper, deeper, deeper inside of me. I could see the exact moment he started to come and I grasped his forearms where they were placed on either side of my neck, holding him as he came. His eyes were tightly closed as his body convulsed and he eventually slowed his rhythm.
Finally, he shuddered hard before collapsing on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his short hair and tracing the outline of his face until we had both caught our breath. Eventually he moved to hold himself up on his forearms and look at me. "You're always so beautiful when you're sweaty and you have sex hair,” he said softly, making me giggle. Then, after kissing me softly, he looked deeply into my eyes. “I love you so much.” My heart swelled in my chest and I couldn’t stop the smile that came to my face. I placed a hand on each side of his face. “I love you too Dean.”