Company
IDEK, IDEK, I've been gone forever, and now there's this, and it's probably awful, and no one will read it (especially since it's het and crazies have things against the females), and IDEK where to post it, and I was gonna follow it up with threesome!porn, but IDEK, I will distract you with my icon, and this makes me nervous, so bye.
Title: Company
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Jared/Gen, implied!future!Jared/Jensen
Prompt: 090. Home.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2607
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I wrote het!porn, and IDEK, it's probably awful.
Summary: After a night out, everyone falls asleep at Jensen's house. Until they wake up and porn happens. Good enough?
Danneel woke on the loveseat, lying on her side, Jensen spooning behind her, arms around her waist. She stirred a bit, adjusting her head on the arm of the couch to ease the kink beginning to form in her neck, and opened her eyes.
The room had been noisy earlier, Jared and Gen coming back to Danneel and Jensen’s home after having a nice night out, relaxing with some light drinks and TV as they talked during commercials. It was quiet now, the TV somehow turned off when they’d all fallen asleep. Danneel could see Jared asleep on his back, Gen lying on top of him, head pillowed on his chest, the two on the couch adjacent to her and Jensen. She stretched a little, feeling warm and cozy, and Jensen’s grip tightened and then relaxed. His nose brushed the back of her neck as he sighed and shifted, and she smiled a little, closing her eyes and yawning.
“Morning,” she whispered, nudging back at Jensen a bit with her elbow. “Or whatever time it is.”
Jensen grunted and pulled her in closer. She could feel him shaking her hair off his face, then resting his head on her neck. He seemed content for a moment and then fidgeted, arms squeezing for a second, hands shifting slightly. Danneel smiled again as Jensen lifted his head, leaning over to kiss her cheek. She felt him hesitate for a moment, an odd stiffness and silence in him, and her brow furrowed, mouth opening to ask him what was wrong.
The stillness didn’t last long, Jensen bending to kiss her neck lightly, arms pulling her back still as his hips came forward. Danneel gasped when Jensen’s mouth opened over her skin, soft, wet bites on her neck leaving it heated until his breath hit it and she shivered. She felt him thrust against her, felt the hard press of his erection through his dress pants, and her eyes widened. She slapped Jensen’s hand as it started to move down her body, even as a thrill ran through her.
“Jensen,” She hissed, her face flushing bright red as she suddenly felt like everything her or Jensen did was too loud, too obvious, briefly glancing over at their still-sleeping friends. “We have company!”
“I know,” Jensen rasped in her ear, tongue skimming the shell of it, voice still sleepy but filled with want. The tone was low and dirty, and Danneel shuddered, wet even before Jensen’s hand slipped down over the crotch of her skirt, rubbing gently.
It was wrong, so wrong that it was Jensen’s intention to do this with their closest friends sleeping mere feet away, but somehow the thought made her hotter. The wrongness and secrecy of it, the thrill of knowing that they might get caught, and the challenge of trying to be quiet while they fooled around right here made her heart beat faster, and she lifted her leg to hook it back behind Jensen’s, opening herself up.
Jensen moaned quietly, the sound humming down deep in his throat, so pleased that she would do this for him, with him, and that she wanted it, too. His hand slid down her thigh, just a little past her knee, than skimmed back up under her skirt, rubbing at her clit through soft, thin material. He grinned when he pressed a little harder and Danneel gasped, fingertips feeling the dampness beginning to soak through. “So wet,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and up to the waistband of her underwear. He shifted, bending his body up slightly as he pulled the panties down, Danneel adjusting her legs so he could get them off and toss them on the floor. He unclipped her bra next, with a bit of fumbling and under-his-breath cursing that left her suppressing giggles, Jensen chuckling softly behind her as he leaned over her to bend down and kiss her properly, tongue parting her lips while he managed to get her bra off from under her top, tossing that on the floor as well.
Danneel felt warm all over, and would’ve been uncomfortable with the way she felt insulated by the furniture cushions if it weren’t for Jensen, his lips soft pressure on hers, tongue rolling gently against her own until he pulled away, settling behind her again. He pushed some hair over her shoulder, away from the back of her neck, and continued biting and kissing the sensitive skin there, hands pushing her shirt up and out of the way, cupping and kneading her breasts, fingers circling and lightly pinching her nipples. Jensen’s hips thrust forward against her ass, and Danneel bit her bottom lip through a moan, briefly glancing over at Jared and Gen, still asleep.
Jensen’s hands were gone from her, but only for a moment, and she hiked her skirt up herself when she heard the sound of his zipper skittering down its track, shimmying on the couch until the material was bunched up around her waist. She felt him moving behind her, heard the rustle of clothing, a bit more cursing (and giggling on her part), and then, in a moment of frustration, his pants and boxers were haphazardly thrown on the floor, as well. She turned her face into the arm of the couch to quiet her laughter, and then Jensen was grabbing at her leg, pulling it up at the knee, unable to wait any longer.
Danneel turned her head back, Jared and Gen briefly in her line of vision as she helped Jensen, hooking her leg back behind him again, his hips shifting forward. She closed her eyes, her pussy wet and eager, and she arched when she felt the head of Jensen’s dick brush up against her.
He entered her slowly, thick head spreading her lips open, pressure gradually building as he grunted and pushed his way inside, the wet sounds of it feeling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. Danneel’s eyes squeezed shut, fighting the sound her open mouth wanted to make, fingers grabbing onto the cushions beneath her. She clenched for a moment, making Jensen groan, and then she tried lifting her leg up more, angling it to try and at least hook her ankle over the back of the loveseat, letting Jensen in deeper. He gave tiny little thrusts, teasing her, thick cock pushing and pulling through bursts of friction as he worked his way inside of her, one finger lazily slipping along the side of her clit as he did, free hand groping at her breast.
Jensen breathed hotly against her neck when his balls finally pressed up against her, and he waited until she squirmed and shook to start moving, grinding in deep. Danneel pressed back into him, meeting him, the two of them panting quietly. She wondered how far Jensen would go, how hard he would fuck her, or if he’d torture her like this until they both came and passed out again.
The wet slap of Jensen’s balls came just moments later, and Danneel’s eyes opened wide as she choked on a moan, grabbing onto the arm Jensen now had wrapped around her body and trying to prepare herself for more, to be ready to catch whatever sounds she might make as Jensen fucked her. But when her eyes opened, Danneel came to a horrifying realization.
Jared was watching her. Jared was watching them, and Danneel swore that her heart stopped until she saw that his eyes were fixed on where her wet cunt tightened around Jensen’s dick as it slammed deep inside of her. She took two harsh, gasping breaths, and then Jared’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, pupils wide and dark, cheeks flushed, and she cried out, helpless against the sound. She shook in Jensen’s arms, hand immediately moving down to rub fingers over her clit. She wouldn’t come yet, but knowing that Jared knew, and that he was watching them with so much lust in his eyes, she felt so damn close.
“Jensen,” she whimpered, abandoning her clit to reach back for Jensen’s ass, grabbing and spurring him on. She’d get off on his cock, she always could, Jensen knowing exactly how she needed to be fucked to fall apart around him.
“I know,” he growled, shoving in all the way and pausing, driving her crazy as she clawed at him, trying to grind on his dick. His fingers tweaked her nipple and he whispered in her ear, “They’re watching.”
Jared had already woken Gen up, his hips lifting of their own accord as he gently nudged at her and shook her shoulders. He didn’t say anything when she first lifted her head and looked at him in confusion, but he could see the way she recognized the look in his eyes, her expression going a little dark. He nodded towards Jensen and Danneel. “Look,” he said simply, and when Gen turned her head in their direction and gasped, Jared grabbed onto her hips and thrust up against her.
Gen’s head snapped back to him, looking down at him with shock and mild disapproval, but he could see the heat and lust there; watched it grow as they listened to Jensen fuck Danneel from behind in the same damn room. They both looked over at their friends again, saw Danneel’s shirt thrown up over her breasts, bouncing with each hard thrust of Jensen’s dick, nipples dark and erect, her skirt pulled up so they could see how much she was taking, how fast. Danneel wasn’t bothering to mask her cries anymore, and Jensen was setting a harsh pace, hips working quickly as he grunted and moaned, murmuring filthy little things in Danneel’s ear that neither of them could quite hear.
Gen’s fingers were down at Jared’s crotch immediately, groping along the length of his shaft before getting his pants open and pulling them down. She leaned down to kiss Jared quickly before kneeling up, straddling Jared as she stripped, top and bra off and flung away, Jared helping her get her own underwear and skirt off. He was grunting and thrusting already, impatient, dick flushed and hard. Gen’s hands pushed up under shirt, sending his tie askew, feeling the hard ridges of his abs, his chest. He moaned when she touched his dick, hand wrapping around it and jerking it a few times before positioning herself over it. Jared’s hands moved to Gen’s hips, and she barely had time to take him inside of her before he was shoving up hard off the couch, Gen throwing her head back and moaning.
The sounds of sex filled the room, and Jared swore he could smell it, sweating through his dress shirt as his chest heaved, Gen pushing down on it while she rode him, body moving up and down and then grinding down hard, Jared’s ass sunk down into the couch cushions. He closed his eyes and put his head back, letting his hands explore her body with ease, head turning into her touch when she caressed his cheek and ran a hand through his hair.
Danneel bit her lip as she watched Jared and Gen follow their lead, listened to the sounds of them fucking while Jensen fucked her. She watched Gen arch and moan as Jared thrust up inside her, big dick filling her up. Jensen bit her neck a little harder, making a possessive sound in his throat. Danneel huffed a laugh, even when she felt like she could come apart at any second, and bared her neck further. He knew she was watching them. “Jealous?” she breathed, laughing again. Jensen’s arms squeezed around her, tight, and she felt the strength in them, in his sweaty, clothed chest against her back. He fucked in harder, faster, and she bucked and clawed at his arms, then held on tight. She couldn’t hold anything back now, too hot, too overloaded with sight, sound, and touch, Jensen pounding into her thick and wet, hips angling to try to get her off. Her breaths and moans were coming in quick succession, her body tight. She could hear Gen echoing her moans and briefly caught a glimpse of Gen looking back at her, watching and waiting for the inevitable.
Danneel’s eyes clenched shut and she screamed, wild and high-pitched as she fluttered and spasmed around Jensen’s dick, Jensen shoving all the way in and holding her tight, keeping her there and making her come on it, hard and pulsing, hand now moving to finger her clit, already sensitive and shaking.
Jensen kept thrusting, kept toying with her as she tried to come down from her climax, limp in his arms, but she could feel him losing control. It was in the way his breath hitched, in the tone and pitch of his moans, the slight stutter of his hips. He grabbed at her inner thigh, held her leg up as she lost strength and buried his face in her neck. Danneel was aware of the sound of Gen coming as she rode Jared and watched them, gasped as she heard Jared getting closer, too. But nothing else mattered when she felt the vibrations of Jensen’s muffled cry on her skin, the choked-off sounds that followed, the hard thrusts that accompanied each vulnerable noise he made as he came inside her, the pressure and throb of his swollen dick with each hot spurt.
It took him a moment to come down, hips giving tiny, aborted thrusts as he slowly pulled out. They both groaned as he left her, and she felt his come slowly trickling out of her body. She felt hot, used, pleasured, and rested, and then Jensen kissed her cheek and murmured, “Look.”
Jared was the last to come, and they watched him, Gen’s position reversed now as she lay on her back on the couch, Jared looming over her, jerking off. Danneel eyed Jared’s dick, the way his big hand closed around it, proportionate, the darkened color of the head, the tightness in Jared’s balls, and she licked her lips. “We should do this more,” she whispered, eyes moving from Jared to Gen, then back to Jensen as she moved slightly onto her back and turned her head. He looked lazy, satisfied, but still curious and interested as he licked his own lips. When Jared came, Danneel watched Jensen, watched his lips part and his eyes widen a little, and she hummed and stretched, feeling a tiny spark left in her body. She lifted a finger and slid it along Jensen’s cheek, beckoning him to look at her, and she smiled when he did. “We’ve always talked about a threesome,” she whispered quietly, feeling herself flush with Jared’s moans filling her ears. She turned back just in time to see his hand still moving quickly, one last burst of thick, white come slicking up Gen’s lips and dripping down her chin making Danneel whimper.
“Could be a foursome now,” Jensen whispered in her ear, and Danneel laughed.
Her laugh caught the others’ attention, and as spent and sated as they were, she saw the hesitation and uncertainty in their eyes. She knew she felt the same, and could tell that Jensen did, too. It turned out that there really was a first for everything, including the four of them all having sex in the same room, watching, listening, and wanting. No matter how much they’d enjoyed it, and no matter how close they were, it would still be awkward. Danneel licked her lips and tried to find a way to break the silence, smirking a little as Jensen held her close.
“Wanna come over for dinner tomorrow?”
Title: Company
Fandom: RPS
Characters/Pairings: Jensen/Danneel, Jared/Gen, implied!future!Jared/Jensen
Prompt: 090. Home.
fanfic100 table: here
Word Count: 2607
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I wrote het!porn, and IDEK, it's probably awful.
Summary: After a night out, everyone falls asleep at Jensen's house. Until they wake up and porn happens. Good enough?
Danneel woke on the loveseat, lying on her side, Jensen spooning behind her, arms around her waist. She stirred a bit, adjusting her head on the arm of the couch to ease the kink beginning to form in her neck, and opened her eyes.
The room had been noisy earlier, Jared and Gen coming back to Danneel and Jensen’s home after having a nice night out, relaxing with some light drinks and TV as they talked during commercials. It was quiet now, the TV somehow turned off when they’d all fallen asleep. Danneel could see Jared asleep on his back, Gen lying on top of him, head pillowed on his chest, the two on the couch adjacent to her and Jensen. She stretched a little, feeling warm and cozy, and Jensen’s grip tightened and then relaxed. His nose brushed the back of her neck as he sighed and shifted, and she smiled a little, closing her eyes and yawning.
“Morning,” she whispered, nudging back at Jensen a bit with her elbow. “Or whatever time it is.”
Jensen grunted and pulled her in closer. She could feel him shaking her hair off his face, then resting his head on her neck. He seemed content for a moment and then fidgeted, arms squeezing for a second, hands shifting slightly. Danneel smiled again as Jensen lifted his head, leaning over to kiss her cheek. She felt him hesitate for a moment, an odd stiffness and silence in him, and her brow furrowed, mouth opening to ask him what was wrong.
The stillness didn’t last long, Jensen bending to kiss her neck lightly, arms pulling her back still as his hips came forward. Danneel gasped when Jensen’s mouth opened over her skin, soft, wet bites on her neck leaving it heated until his breath hit it and she shivered. She felt him thrust against her, felt the hard press of his erection through his dress pants, and her eyes widened. She slapped Jensen’s hand as it started to move down her body, even as a thrill ran through her.
“Jensen,” She hissed, her face flushing bright red as she suddenly felt like everything her or Jensen did was too loud, too obvious, briefly glancing over at their still-sleeping friends. “We have company!”
“I know,” Jensen rasped in her ear, tongue skimming the shell of it, voice still sleepy but filled with want. The tone was low and dirty, and Danneel shuddered, wet even before Jensen’s hand slipped down over the crotch of her skirt, rubbing gently.
It was wrong, so wrong that it was Jensen’s intention to do this with their closest friends sleeping mere feet away, but somehow the thought made her hotter. The wrongness and secrecy of it, the thrill of knowing that they might get caught, and the challenge of trying to be quiet while they fooled around right here made her heart beat faster, and she lifted her leg to hook it back behind Jensen’s, opening herself up.
Jensen moaned quietly, the sound humming down deep in his throat, so pleased that she would do this for him, with him, and that she wanted it, too. His hand slid down her thigh, just a little past her knee, than skimmed back up under her skirt, rubbing at her clit through soft, thin material. He grinned when he pressed a little harder and Danneel gasped, fingertips feeling the dampness beginning to soak through. “So wet,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away and up to the waistband of her underwear. He shifted, bending his body up slightly as he pulled the panties down, Danneel adjusting her legs so he could get them off and toss them on the floor. He unclipped her bra next, with a bit of fumbling and under-his-breath cursing that left her suppressing giggles, Jensen chuckling softly behind her as he leaned over her to bend down and kiss her properly, tongue parting her lips while he managed to get her bra off from under her top, tossing that on the floor as well.
Danneel felt warm all over, and would’ve been uncomfortable with the way she felt insulated by the furniture cushions if it weren’t for Jensen, his lips soft pressure on hers, tongue rolling gently against her own until he pulled away, settling behind her again. He pushed some hair over her shoulder, away from the back of her neck, and continued biting and kissing the sensitive skin there, hands pushing her shirt up and out of the way, cupping and kneading her breasts, fingers circling and lightly pinching her nipples. Jensen’s hips thrust forward against her ass, and Danneel bit her bottom lip through a moan, briefly glancing over at Jared and Gen, still asleep.
Jensen’s hands were gone from her, but only for a moment, and she hiked her skirt up herself when she heard the sound of his zipper skittering down its track, shimmying on the couch until the material was bunched up around her waist. She felt him moving behind her, heard the rustle of clothing, a bit more cursing (and giggling on her part), and then, in a moment of frustration, his pants and boxers were haphazardly thrown on the floor, as well. She turned her face into the arm of the couch to quiet her laughter, and then Jensen was grabbing at her leg, pulling it up at the knee, unable to wait any longer.
Danneel turned her head back, Jared and Gen briefly in her line of vision as she helped Jensen, hooking her leg back behind him again, his hips shifting forward. She closed her eyes, her pussy wet and eager, and she arched when she felt the head of Jensen’s dick brush up against her.
He entered her slowly, thick head spreading her lips open, pressure gradually building as he grunted and pushed his way inside, the wet sounds of it feeling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. Danneel’s eyes squeezed shut, fighting the sound her open mouth wanted to make, fingers grabbing onto the cushions beneath her. She clenched for a moment, making Jensen groan, and then she tried lifting her leg up more, angling it to try and at least hook her ankle over the back of the loveseat, letting Jensen in deeper. He gave tiny little thrusts, teasing her, thick cock pushing and pulling through bursts of friction as he worked his way inside of her, one finger lazily slipping along the side of her clit as he did, free hand groping at her breast.
Jensen breathed hotly against her neck when his balls finally pressed up against her, and he waited until she squirmed and shook to start moving, grinding in deep. Danneel pressed back into him, meeting him, the two of them panting quietly. She wondered how far Jensen would go, how hard he would fuck her, or if he’d torture her like this until they both came and passed out again.
The wet slap of Jensen’s balls came just moments later, and Danneel’s eyes opened wide as she choked on a moan, grabbing onto the arm Jensen now had wrapped around her body and trying to prepare herself for more, to be ready to catch whatever sounds she might make as Jensen fucked her. But when her eyes opened, Danneel came to a horrifying realization.
Jared was watching her. Jared was watching them, and Danneel swore that her heart stopped until she saw that his eyes were fixed on where her wet cunt tightened around Jensen’s dick as it slammed deep inside of her. She took two harsh, gasping breaths, and then Jared’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, pupils wide and dark, cheeks flushed, and she cried out, helpless against the sound. She shook in Jensen’s arms, hand immediately moving down to rub fingers over her clit. She wouldn’t come yet, but knowing that Jared knew, and that he was watching them with so much lust in his eyes, she felt so damn close.
“Jensen,” she whimpered, abandoning her clit to reach back for Jensen’s ass, grabbing and spurring him on. She’d get off on his cock, she always could, Jensen knowing exactly how she needed to be fucked to fall apart around him.
“I know,” he growled, shoving in all the way and pausing, driving her crazy as she clawed at him, trying to grind on his dick. His fingers tweaked her nipple and he whispered in her ear, “They’re watching.”
Jared had already woken Gen up, his hips lifting of their own accord as he gently nudged at her and shook her shoulders. He didn’t say anything when she first lifted her head and looked at him in confusion, but he could see the way she recognized the look in his eyes, her expression going a little dark. He nodded towards Jensen and Danneel. “Look,” he said simply, and when Gen turned her head in their direction and gasped, Jared grabbed onto her hips and thrust up against her.
Gen’s head snapped back to him, looking down at him with shock and mild disapproval, but he could see the heat and lust there; watched it grow as they listened to Jensen fuck Danneel from behind in the same damn room. They both looked over at their friends again, saw Danneel’s shirt thrown up over her breasts, bouncing with each hard thrust of Jensen’s dick, nipples dark and erect, her skirt pulled up so they could see how much she was taking, how fast. Danneel wasn’t bothering to mask her cries anymore, and Jensen was setting a harsh pace, hips working quickly as he grunted and moaned, murmuring filthy little things in Danneel’s ear that neither of them could quite hear.
Gen’s fingers were down at Jared’s crotch immediately, groping along the length of his shaft before getting his pants open and pulling them down. She leaned down to kiss Jared quickly before kneeling up, straddling Jared as she stripped, top and bra off and flung away, Jared helping her get her own underwear and skirt off. He was grunting and thrusting already, impatient, dick flushed and hard. Gen’s hands pushed up under shirt, sending his tie askew, feeling the hard ridges of his abs, his chest. He moaned when she touched his dick, hand wrapping around it and jerking it a few times before positioning herself over it. Jared’s hands moved to Gen’s hips, and she barely had time to take him inside of her before he was shoving up hard off the couch, Gen throwing her head back and moaning.
The sounds of sex filled the room, and Jared swore he could smell it, sweating through his dress shirt as his chest heaved, Gen pushing down on it while she rode him, body moving up and down and then grinding down hard, Jared’s ass sunk down into the couch cushions. He closed his eyes and put his head back, letting his hands explore her body with ease, head turning into her touch when she caressed his cheek and ran a hand through his hair.
Danneel bit her lip as she watched Jared and Gen follow their lead, listened to the sounds of them fucking while Jensen fucked her. She watched Gen arch and moan as Jared thrust up inside her, big dick filling her up. Jensen bit her neck a little harder, making a possessive sound in his throat. Danneel huffed a laugh, even when she felt like she could come apart at any second, and bared her neck further. He knew she was watching them. “Jealous?” she breathed, laughing again. Jensen’s arms squeezed around her, tight, and she felt the strength in them, in his sweaty, clothed chest against her back. He fucked in harder, faster, and she bucked and clawed at his arms, then held on tight. She couldn’t hold anything back now, too hot, too overloaded with sight, sound, and touch, Jensen pounding into her thick and wet, hips angling to try to get her off. Her breaths and moans were coming in quick succession, her body tight. She could hear Gen echoing her moans and briefly caught a glimpse of Gen looking back at her, watching and waiting for the inevitable.
Danneel’s eyes clenched shut and she screamed, wild and high-pitched as she fluttered and spasmed around Jensen’s dick, Jensen shoving all the way in and holding her tight, keeping her there and making her come on it, hard and pulsing, hand now moving to finger her clit, already sensitive and shaking.
Jensen kept thrusting, kept toying with her as she tried to come down from her climax, limp in his arms, but she could feel him losing control. It was in the way his breath hitched, in the tone and pitch of his moans, the slight stutter of his hips. He grabbed at her inner thigh, held her leg up as she lost strength and buried his face in her neck. Danneel was aware of the sound of Gen coming as she rode Jared and watched them, gasped as she heard Jared getting closer, too. But nothing else mattered when she felt the vibrations of Jensen’s muffled cry on her skin, the choked-off sounds that followed, the hard thrusts that accompanied each vulnerable noise he made as he came inside her, the pressure and throb of his swollen dick with each hot spurt.
It took him a moment to come down, hips giving tiny, aborted thrusts as he slowly pulled out. They both groaned as he left her, and she felt his come slowly trickling out of her body. She felt hot, used, pleasured, and rested, and then Jensen kissed her cheek and murmured, “Look.”
Jared was the last to come, and they watched him, Gen’s position reversed now as she lay on her back on the couch, Jared looming over her, jerking off. Danneel eyed Jared’s dick, the way his big hand closed around it, proportionate, the darkened color of the head, the tightness in Jared’s balls, and she licked her lips. “We should do this more,” she whispered, eyes moving from Jared to Gen, then back to Jensen as she moved slightly onto her back and turned her head. He looked lazy, satisfied, but still curious and interested as he licked his own lips. When Jared came, Danneel watched Jensen, watched his lips part and his eyes widen a little, and she hummed and stretched, feeling a tiny spark left in her body. She lifted a finger and slid it along Jensen’s cheek, beckoning him to look at her, and she smiled when he did. “We’ve always talked about a threesome,” she whispered quietly, feeling herself flush with Jared’s moans filling her ears. She turned back just in time to see his hand still moving quickly, one last burst of thick, white come slicking up Gen’s lips and dripping down her chin making Danneel whimper.
“Could be a foursome now,” Jensen whispered in her ear, and Danneel laughed.
Her laugh caught the others’ attention, and as spent and sated as they were, she saw the hesitation and uncertainty in their eyes. She knew she felt the same, and could tell that Jensen did, too. It turned out that there really was a first for everything, including the four of them all having sex in the same room, watching, listening, and wanting. No matter how much they’d enjoyed it, and no matter how close they were, it would still be awkward. Danneel licked her lips and tried to find a way to break the silence, smirking a little as Jensen held her close.
“Wanna come over for dinner tomorrow?”