Fic: "Power Play"
It's been awhile since I wrote smut :D
“Power Play”
Supernatural
Jo/Sam and a surprise guest
NC-17
Summary: In the dark, all that matters is the touch.
In the dark, Jo’s hand travels up hard muscles and smooth skin. Her nails scrape sweat. The body under her shivers, reacting to her touch.
She smiles because the body belongs to Sam Winchester.
Big, tall Sammy, helpless and moaning beneath tiny, fragile Jo.
How do you like it now?
“Jo,” he gasps.
This is what you get when you try to kill Jo Harvelle.
She straddles him, legs clad in tight blue jeans. She’s topless; her small breasts jut out, nipples hard from the chill of the air conditioner.
Sam stares up at her, big brown eyes pleading like a sad puppy. It’s too cute.
She leans over him, pressing her lips against his, taking his breath away. Teeth clang, tongues dance. He sure knows how to kiss.
When Jo pulls away, she stops to look at him. To just look at him.
He really is cute, pretty even. Like those college frat boys who used to hit on her during her stint as a college freshman. But, no frat boy carries these kinds of scars.
She traces the rigid lines crisscrossing Sam’s chest and arms. She knows everyone of them; they each tell a story she knows well. A demon. A vampire. A wolf. She knows all of them.
Jo takes his hands--large and heavy--and puts them on her breasts. She softly moans, encouraging Sam to squeeze, caress, play. He takes the invitation. His thumbs roll her erect nipples. His hands mold her breasts.
She throws her head back and slides up and down on his hard cock. Denim against flesh.
It’s cruel, but Jo never said she was going to play nice.
Sam’s hands drop to her waist. She lowers herself down, positioning her body in between his spread legs. Her tongue draws circles on the inside of his thighs. He groans, curses Jo for teasing him, and grabs a handful of her hair.
Patience, Sam.
She takes his cock in her mouth. Slow, slow, slower…
Sam’s hips jerk as she sucks him hard. She bobs her head back and forth, taking Sam in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Sam’s raspy cries echo in the motel room as he comes in Jo’s mouth.
She swallows, wipes her lips, and sits up.
Breathless, Sam shuts his eyes as though he’s embarrassed, but Jo smiles slightly at the sight.
You did good, Sam.
She moves again. Sam opens his eyes and watches her roll back on her heels to remove her jeans.
Someone else moves in the room. A floorboard creaks behind her. Heavy footsteps approach the bed. A firm hand takes a hold of her small wrist; five fingers wrap around her possessively.
“I’ll take it from here, Sammy,” Dean says.
THE END
“Power Play”
Supernatural
Jo/Sam and a surprise guest
NC-17
Summary: In the dark, all that matters is the touch.
In the dark, Jo’s hand travels up hard muscles and smooth skin. Her nails scrape sweat. The body under her shivers, reacting to her touch.
She smiles because the body belongs to Sam Winchester.
Big, tall Sammy, helpless and moaning beneath tiny, fragile Jo.
How do you like it now?
“Jo,” he gasps.
This is what you get when you try to kill Jo Harvelle.
She straddles him, legs clad in tight blue jeans. She’s topless; her small breasts jut out, nipples hard from the chill of the air conditioner.
Sam stares up at her, big brown eyes pleading like a sad puppy. It’s too cute.
She leans over him, pressing her lips against his, taking his breath away. Teeth clang, tongues dance. He sure knows how to kiss.
When Jo pulls away, she stops to look at him. To just look at him.
He really is cute, pretty even. Like those college frat boys who used to hit on her during her stint as a college freshman. But, no frat boy carries these kinds of scars.
She traces the rigid lines crisscrossing Sam’s chest and arms. She knows everyone of them; they each tell a story she knows well. A demon. A vampire. A wolf. She knows all of them.
Jo takes his hands--large and heavy--and puts them on her breasts. She softly moans, encouraging Sam to squeeze, caress, play. He takes the invitation. His thumbs roll her erect nipples. His hands mold her breasts.
She throws her head back and slides up and down on his hard cock. Denim against flesh.
It’s cruel, but Jo never said she was going to play nice.
Sam’s hands drop to her waist. She lowers herself down, positioning her body in between his spread legs. Her tongue draws circles on the inside of his thighs. He groans, curses Jo for teasing him, and grabs a handful of her hair.
Patience, Sam.
She takes his cock in her mouth. Slow, slow, slower…
Sam’s hips jerk as she sucks him hard. She bobs her head back and forth, taking Sam in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” Sam’s raspy cries echo in the motel room as he comes in Jo’s mouth.
She swallows, wipes her lips, and sits up.
Breathless, Sam shuts his eyes as though he’s embarrassed, but Jo smiles slightly at the sight.
You did good, Sam.
She moves again. Sam opens his eyes and watches her roll back on her heels to remove her jeans.
Someone else moves in the room. A floorboard creaks behind her. Heavy footsteps approach the bed. A firm hand takes a hold of her small wrist; five fingers wrap around her possessively.
“I’ll take it from here, Sammy,” Dean says.
THE END