Highway to Hell: One Shots: "Red Line"
Highway to Hell : One Shots
Red Line
Chapter Wordcount: 1765
Rating: NC17
“Got the oil changed in the Impala,” Dean called, drying his hands off from the sink in the kitchen. “Monte?”
He made his way up the stairs, headed for a cool shower and a clean change of clothes.
His plans changed as soon as he opened the bedroom door.
Monte was spread out, sheets fisted in her hand, one knee bent up, head thrown back, hand between her legs.
She paused for a split second, caught off guard at his entrance. But when she met his eyes she moaned, throwing her head back again.
Dean swallowed, hearing the hum of the toy she was using. He pulled his smudged shirt over his head and toed off his boots, dragging the bottom of his jeans across the floor, walking over to the bed and lifting his knee to climb onto it.
His hand, still tinged with the shadow of grease and oil slid up her leg, pushing at her knee until she spread herself open so he could see.
“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands up her legs until his hands framed where she was still sliding the vibrator in and out of her body, the rumble pulsing through his palms.
“Fuck.”
She grinned, biting her lip and stared at him, hand still working between his. She draped her leg over his hip, smooth thigh scraping across rough denim and he could feel her heel in the small of his back, driving him forward.
He let one had fall beside her side, necklace dangling between them as he loomed over her, knees digging into the bed.
The fingers on his other hand skimmed across the lines between her fingers where they were wrapped around the hard rubber, her whole hand slick with wetness he knew didn’t come from a bottle.
He pushed, threading his fingers in between hers until he could wrap them around the base of the vibrator, bright red rubber disappearing inside her body.
She let go of the control, let him take the wheel. One hand on his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle, while the other reached between them, popping the buttons of his fly open one by one.
Dean slipped the toy out slowly, smooth surface shiny wet before he pushed it back in, hard and quick. He made a couple experimental thrusts before he worked up a rhythm, stroking in time with the roll of her hips, her back arching, stomach clenching in time, making her rock back and forth against the push of his hand.
She wrapped both legs around him, using him as an anchor, literally pulling herself onto the toy, bottoming out against his hand until his fingers were slick with her wetness.
He reached up, hand engulfing her breast, black under his fingernails and ghost of grease grey across his knuckles stark against the pale skin, fingers sinking into the softness.
She groaned, tipping her head back and pushed down on his hand when he stroked his first two fingers against where he was still slipping the red plastic in and out of her body, blood roaring in her ears.
His hand clamped down hard on her breast when she shoved her hand down his pants and grabbed his already rock hard cock.
“Dean,” she whispered, trying to stroke in time with his movements, hips still rocking back and forth on the artificial shaft.
He growled, eyes still glued to where he was working it into her, sharp twist of his wrist and pulled it out slowly, fingers sliding down the slick fluid that coated it.
He turned the knob, killing the vibrations and went to put it on the end table when she grabbed his wrist.
“No,” she whispered, staring at him, eyes half closed when he gaze snapped to her, frozen in place.
“Both,” she said quietly.
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled shakily, shiver spiking down his spine and sparking a full body shudder, heart thudding into overdrive against his ribcage.
“Fuck baby,” he growled, fist clenched around the plastic, sinking into the bed as he leaned forward and kissed her, tongue snaking between her lips, teeth crashing together.
She was already breathing hard, skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat and she moaned at the loss of contact when he stood up to step out of his jeans. Hands coming up to wrap around his arms when he crawled back over her.
He stared at her, his own breathing ragged and broken, eyes falling to her kiss swollen parted lips.
He drug his finger over her bottom lip, groaning when she took a swipe at it with the tip of her tongue.
He drove his first two fingers into her mouth, breath hitching when her lips closed around them, sucking on them, her tongue slick and hot against his skin.
She sighed, eyes falling closed, sharp taste of herself on his hand, the metallic hint of grease and sweat still underneath. Salty scent of him undercut with grease and oil and metal engulfing her senses.
She felt him shift, picking up the vibrator with his other hand and twisting the base until it was just barely pulsing, rubbing the tip between her legs and over her clit.
Her knees fell open, hips rocking up into the touch and his eyes fell away from his fingers still in her mouth to watch the slick plastic stroking across her.
They had both taken a few laps around the block. Neither one of them new when it came to this sort of race. Dean had tried just about everything at one time or another. Those small-town waitresses were hardly as innocent as they’d like you to believe.
And he knew Monte had her fair share of one night stands. Hell, he had even pleased her like this before, watching himself use a rubber stand in, but both at the same time they had never tried before and he could feel his skin tighten, chest flushing with heat at just the thought of it.
He slipped it back into her body, letting her natural wetness get it good and slick again before looking back up at her, holding her eyes as the rubber tip slipped down, just barely grazing against her ass.
Her eyes held his, mouth parting when he let his fingers drag down over her chin, leaving a wet trail of spit behind as he eased the vibe into her. Short in and out strokes until her body relaxed against the intrusion, muscles opening against the backwards motion and he slid it into her until his knuckles rested against the tight circle of skin.
He stroked the hot skin softly, eyes locked onto her face, her neck corded, head thrown back, eyes closed as her body adjusted. She rocked her hips once, pushing against his hand and he eased it out, pushing back in, once, twice, until her body went lax and allowed the back and forth movement freely.
He groaned, placing his free hand on the bed next to her chest, and pulled himself over, cradled between her thighs.
She was unbelievably tight. She was tight naturally, but add in the fact that her muscles were clenched against the over stimulation and the fact that she already had something inside her and he had to push a little harder to slip into her, heat closing around him.
“Oh god,” she hissed, head falling back as he slipped into her, body burning, muscles clenched against the tight, unbelievably full feeling.
“Shit,” he whispered, dropping his head onto her shoulder for a moment, sweat beaded across his brow as he struggled to control himself. The soft idle of the vibrator going through the thin skin between him and it and sending shots of pleasure through his shaft.
He felt her sigh against him, harsh intake of air, rise and fall of her chest, stomach still clenched and she rocked her hips against him, knowing that while both of them were struggling to catch up to the situation that it all smoothed out once they started moving.
He had one hand awkwardly between them, holding the vibe inside her, stroking off beat whenever he could shift his brain in gear long enough to move his hand. The other was still sunk in the bed beside her, muscles tensed as he held himself over her.
He slipped out slowly, his dick already coated with her wetness, sliding back in, feeling the hard press of rubber, smooth and quivering underneath him, nothing but a thin barrier of flesh between them.
He shuddered, closing his eyes as he kissed her, snapping his hips forward and growling low in his throat when she pushed back.
They didn’t last long. Frantic piston of his hips as he drove into the tight wet heat between her legs. Pulsing vibration shaking through her body and straight into him.
“Shit Dean,” she whispered, nails biting into this bicep, head falling back as she pushed back against him, teeth clenched.
He thrust harder, harsh slap of skin on skin, broken rhythm between the steady snap of his hips and the awkward fumbling as he tried to keep his hand moving between them, red plastic slipping in and out underneath his own hardness.
“Baby…”
“Right there,” she hissed, chest heaving, heels digging into his back almost painfully.
Her back bowed, hands tearing into the sheets as she crashed, nerve endings firing and burning the blood in her veins like it was gasoline. Her body clenched, locking both Dean and the vibrator inside her, muscles quivering and jumping around him and he groaned, hard push of his hips as he let himself go inside her, hand fumbling to turn off the vibe when his body burned with over stimulation.
He moaned when he slipped it out of her body, feeling the smooth rubber through her as he slid it out, tossing it onto the floor with a dull thunk. Raising himself onto his hands and knees so he could ease himself out of her.
“Sonofabitch,” he hissed, chest heaving in gulps of oxygen.
She huffed out a laugh, struggling to bring her own breathing back down to normal and slid her hand down his thigh when he collapsed onto his side beside her.
He laid his hand on her stomach, sticky with sweat and both their releases and let it slide down into the small of her back when she rolled into him, lips finding his. Kisses broken by shaky breaths, sharing air as they closed their eyes and let the burn in their muscles cool.
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Red Line
Chapter Wordcount: 1765
Rating: NC17
“Got the oil changed in the Impala,” Dean called, drying his hands off from the sink in the kitchen. “Monte?”
He made his way up the stairs, headed for a cool shower and a clean change of clothes.
His plans changed as soon as he opened the bedroom door.
Monte was spread out, sheets fisted in her hand, one knee bent up, head thrown back, hand between her legs.
She paused for a split second, caught off guard at his entrance. But when she met his eyes she moaned, throwing her head back again.
Dean swallowed, hearing the hum of the toy she was using. He pulled his smudged shirt over his head and toed off his boots, dragging the bottom of his jeans across the floor, walking over to the bed and lifting his knee to climb onto it.
His hand, still tinged with the shadow of grease and oil slid up her leg, pushing at her knee until she spread herself open so he could see.
“Fuck,” he whispered, running his hands up her legs until his hands framed where she was still sliding the vibrator in and out of her body, the rumble pulsing through his palms.
“Fuck.”
She grinned, biting her lip and stared at him, hand still working between his. She draped her leg over his hip, smooth thigh scraping across rough denim and he could feel her heel in the small of his back, driving him forward.
He let one had fall beside her side, necklace dangling between them as he loomed over her, knees digging into the bed.
The fingers on his other hand skimmed across the lines between her fingers where they were wrapped around the hard rubber, her whole hand slick with wetness he knew didn’t come from a bottle.
He pushed, threading his fingers in between hers until he could wrap them around the base of the vibrator, bright red rubber disappearing inside her body.
She let go of the control, let him take the wheel. One hand on his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle, while the other reached between them, popping the buttons of his fly open one by one.
Dean slipped the toy out slowly, smooth surface shiny wet before he pushed it back in, hard and quick. He made a couple experimental thrusts before he worked up a rhythm, stroking in time with the roll of her hips, her back arching, stomach clenching in time, making her rock back and forth against the push of his hand.
She wrapped both legs around him, using him as an anchor, literally pulling herself onto the toy, bottoming out against his hand until his fingers were slick with her wetness.
He reached up, hand engulfing her breast, black under his fingernails and ghost of grease grey across his knuckles stark against the pale skin, fingers sinking into the softness.
She groaned, tipping her head back and pushed down on his hand when he stroked his first two fingers against where he was still slipping the red plastic in and out of her body, blood roaring in her ears.
His hand clamped down hard on her breast when she shoved her hand down his pants and grabbed his already rock hard cock.
“Dean,” she whispered, trying to stroke in time with his movements, hips still rocking back and forth on the artificial shaft.
He growled, eyes still glued to where he was working it into her, sharp twist of his wrist and pulled it out slowly, fingers sliding down the slick fluid that coated it.
He turned the knob, killing the vibrations and went to put it on the end table when she grabbed his wrist.
“No,” she whispered, staring at him, eyes half closed when he gaze snapped to her, frozen in place.
“Both,” she said quietly.
Dean closed his eyes and inhaled shakily, shiver spiking down his spine and sparking a full body shudder, heart thudding into overdrive against his ribcage.
“Fuck baby,” he growled, fist clenched around the plastic, sinking into the bed as he leaned forward and kissed her, tongue snaking between her lips, teeth crashing together.
She was already breathing hard, skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat and she moaned at the loss of contact when he stood up to step out of his jeans. Hands coming up to wrap around his arms when he crawled back over her.
He stared at her, his own breathing ragged and broken, eyes falling to her kiss swollen parted lips.
He drug his finger over her bottom lip, groaning when she took a swipe at it with the tip of her tongue.
He drove his first two fingers into her mouth, breath hitching when her lips closed around them, sucking on them, her tongue slick and hot against his skin.
She sighed, eyes falling closed, sharp taste of herself on his hand, the metallic hint of grease and sweat still underneath. Salty scent of him undercut with grease and oil and metal engulfing her senses.
She felt him shift, picking up the vibrator with his other hand and twisting the base until it was just barely pulsing, rubbing the tip between her legs and over her clit.
Her knees fell open, hips rocking up into the touch and his eyes fell away from his fingers still in her mouth to watch the slick plastic stroking across her.
They had both taken a few laps around the block. Neither one of them new when it came to this sort of race. Dean had tried just about everything at one time or another. Those small-town waitresses were hardly as innocent as they’d like you to believe.
And he knew Monte had her fair share of one night stands. Hell, he had even pleased her like this before, watching himself use a rubber stand in, but both at the same time they had never tried before and he could feel his skin tighten, chest flushing with heat at just the thought of it.
He slipped it back into her body, letting her natural wetness get it good and slick again before looking back up at her, holding her eyes as the rubber tip slipped down, just barely grazing against her ass.
Her eyes held his, mouth parting when he let his fingers drag down over her chin, leaving a wet trail of spit behind as he eased the vibe into her. Short in and out strokes until her body relaxed against the intrusion, muscles opening against the backwards motion and he slid it into her until his knuckles rested against the tight circle of skin.
He stroked the hot skin softly, eyes locked onto her face, her neck corded, head thrown back, eyes closed as her body adjusted. She rocked her hips once, pushing against his hand and he eased it out, pushing back in, once, twice, until her body went lax and allowed the back and forth movement freely.
He groaned, placing his free hand on the bed next to her chest, and pulled himself over, cradled between her thighs.
She was unbelievably tight. She was tight naturally, but add in the fact that her muscles were clenched against the over stimulation and the fact that she already had something inside her and he had to push a little harder to slip into her, heat closing around him.
“Oh god,” she hissed, head falling back as he slipped into her, body burning, muscles clenched against the tight, unbelievably full feeling.
“Shit,” he whispered, dropping his head onto her shoulder for a moment, sweat beaded across his brow as he struggled to control himself. The soft idle of the vibrator going through the thin skin between him and it and sending shots of pleasure through his shaft.
He felt her sigh against him, harsh intake of air, rise and fall of her chest, stomach still clenched and she rocked her hips against him, knowing that while both of them were struggling to catch up to the situation that it all smoothed out once they started moving.
He had one hand awkwardly between them, holding the vibe inside her, stroking off beat whenever he could shift his brain in gear long enough to move his hand. The other was still sunk in the bed beside her, muscles tensed as he held himself over her.
He slipped out slowly, his dick already coated with her wetness, sliding back in, feeling the hard press of rubber, smooth and quivering underneath him, nothing but a thin barrier of flesh between them.
He shuddered, closing his eyes as he kissed her, snapping his hips forward and growling low in his throat when she pushed back.
They didn’t last long. Frantic piston of his hips as he drove into the tight wet heat between her legs. Pulsing vibration shaking through her body and straight into him.
“Shit Dean,” she whispered, nails biting into this bicep, head falling back as she pushed back against him, teeth clenched.
He thrust harder, harsh slap of skin on skin, broken rhythm between the steady snap of his hips and the awkward fumbling as he tried to keep his hand moving between them, red plastic slipping in and out underneath his own hardness.
“Baby…”
“Right there,” she hissed, chest heaving, heels digging into his back almost painfully.
Her back bowed, hands tearing into the sheets as she crashed, nerve endings firing and burning the blood in her veins like it was gasoline. Her body clenched, locking both Dean and the vibrator inside her, muscles quivering and jumping around him and he groaned, hard push of his hips as he let himself go inside her, hand fumbling to turn off the vibe when his body burned with over stimulation.
He moaned when he slipped it out of her body, feeling the smooth rubber through her as he slid it out, tossing it onto the floor with a dull thunk. Raising himself onto his hands and knees so he could ease himself out of her.
“Sonofabitch,” he hissed, chest heaving in gulps of oxygen.
She huffed out a laugh, struggling to bring her own breathing back down to normal and slid her hand down his thigh when he collapsed onto his side beside her.
He laid his hand on her stomach, sticky with sweat and both their releases and let it slide down into the small of her back when she rolled into him, lips finding his. Kisses broken by shaky breaths, sharing air as they closed their eyes and let the burn in their muscles cool.
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