“What are you doing?” Sam questions, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You back him up against the wall with a hand flat on his chest.
“Getting a little payback,” tipping your chin toward him you look up from under thick eyelashes, bottom lip caught under pearly white teeth.
“Payback for what?” he chuckles are you reach for his belt buckle.
“Like you don’t know,” you quip, batting his hands away when he tries to help in your endeavor. “Hands up.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smirks raising both arms, palms out in a gesture of compliance.
“Last week at Jody’s house, with everyone there, you’re awful.” You yank his belt from the loops, tossing it behind you.
“Oh, that.” He’s grinning now.
Oh that, doesn’t even begin to describe the amount of self control it took to stay quiet as he ate you out in Jody’s spare bedroom with the girls and Dean sleeping just on the other side of the wall. Nor does it do justice to the fortitude you exhibited in biting your own wrist to keep from screaming as his mouth sealed around your clit, tongue scooping in deft little strokes under the hood, chin pressed into your slick. You were sure one of them would hear you, between your labored breathing and the wet sound of Sam’s tongue in your pussy.
If there’s one thing you know for sure it’s that 2am at the Mill’s house is silent as a fucking tomb.
“Yeah, that.” You unzip the fly of his jeans and push them down to his thighs, rubbing his manhood through the thin material of his boxers. He’s already hard, twitching in your hand.
“And this is my punishment?” he strains, his lips curling over his teeth.
“Well,” you hook two fingers at the elastic band of his underwear and pull them down. His thick, stiff cock now bobbing freely just below his belly. You stop for a moment, getting his attention and point to the end of the hall, just a few feet away. “Dean’s sleeping just around that corner. He nodded off watching Andy Griffith reruns.”
“Fuck,” Sam grunts as you drop to your knees, grabbing his erection in your hand and stroking from tip to base.
“Ahuh, so try to stay quiet, kay? Unless you want him to wake up and see me with your cock in my mouth.”
With your free hand you cup his balls, cradling and squeezing the baby soft skin. He whimpers and you take it as your cue, taking him deep into your mouth, stroking and sucking while his back arches off the wall with a horse yelp of surprise, “oh God.”
You pull back, looking up at him with a glistening chin, running the flat of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, teasing the head with a few well placed laps of your tongue. Pleased with his reaction you scold him, right before swallowing him whole, “you’re gonna have to do better than that Sam, you’re gonna wake up half of Kansas.”