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“No. This can’t be happening” Charlene moaned sliding her hand between her legs. Dean’s hand was in his own crotch trying to adjust his cock to a more comfortable position. “I’m pretty sure it is, sweetheart” he grunted, giving himself a firm squeeze hoping to relieve some of the pressure. “Call me that again and I’ll bury my knife in you” she scowled. “Hey, I didn’t pick this case and I didn’t throw that curse” he snapped. “So this is my fault?” she said, her voice getting loud as she openly rubbed her pussy through her pants. He pressed harder on the gas pedal and tried not to look at what she was doing, but the mewling coming from her mouth was making it near impossible to stop himself. “I’m just sayin’ that it is what it is and we gotta deal with it” he said.
“We’re not anywhere all the way out here. What kind of a witch seriously lives in Kansas farmland? Is it a joke?” she said. “I know and this storm is getting worse. Tornado conditions are perfect” he said. “We passed an old gas station on the way in” she said. “Worth checking out. I can’t see shit so I’ll need you to quit playing with yourself and help me get there” he said. “Fuck you” she spat. “Number one on the agenda, actually” he said.
Fifteen excruciating minutes later, “There. Take a left.” Dean was having trouble keeping the car on the road due to the howling wind and distraction from the seat next to him and from within his own pants. “I see it” he slowed the car and took the turn, then about five minutes later he pulled into the lot. They jumped out and found the service bay doors of the service garage were rusty but not locked. Dean wedged himself underneath and managed raise it over his head, “You’re gonna have to pull her inside.” “You want me to drive your baby?” Charlene asked. “Quit fucking around and take it easy on the gas” he warned.
She ran to the car and slid the seat up so she could reach the pedals. With a huge grin, she slid the car into gear then pressed on the gas. She immediately felt the power of beautiful beast and edged her forward. “Oh yeah. I’m gonna have to take you out for a real drive” she whispered as she moved the car into the garage.
Dean let the bay door down and pulled the driver’s side door open, “Okay, fun’s over.” “But, she feels so good. I’d probably have an orgasm if I drove her out on the road right now” Char teased and stroked her hands over the wheel. He reached in, killed the engine and pocketed the keys. “How do you wanna do this?” he asked. “We can skip the foreplay and romance” she sighed and stepped out of the car. “Okay, get your pants off and I’ll stick it in” he said and unbuckled his belt.
The wind tore around the metal building, rattling the doors. “We should probably move into the office. The building is brick” he said. “Kinda got a thing for your baby” she said tugging her jeans off. “Thought about me fucking you in my baby?” he grinned. “Thought about fucking in and on your baby, not necessarily with you” she said. “Why do you hate me?” he sighed now down to his sock and boxers. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t want to gave sex with you” she said. “You’ll be singing a different tune shortly” he smirked. “Doubt that” she said.
“Wanna make it interesting?” he asked. She stood naked in front of him with her hands on her hips and his mouth fell open as he took her in. “Yes, I do” she nodded. “Uh…” he shook his head to clear his thoughts, “If I make you cum with a straight fucking, no foreplay, no hands or mouth, no sexy talk, then I get to have you for the whole night” he said. “You’re literally gambling with our lives. You know if we don’t finish, we both die” she snorted. “You’re pretty confident that you’re not going to enjoy this. You win if I have to use anything other than my dick to make you cum. If you win, we call it a night, but if I win, you’ll get to cum all night long” he shrugged. She shook her head, “If I win, I get to drive baby all the way back to the motel.” “Oh, fuck no” he said. “You’re pretty confident that you’re gonna make me cum with just your magic stick, so…” she grinned.
The wind was rattling the doors constantly now and she said, “What’s it gonna be?” “You’re on” he said. “Game on” she said and leaned over the hood wiggling her ass at him. “Fuck” he groaned looking down at her plump ass wishing he could bury his face in it. “Talking is cheating” she shot over her shoulder. He stepped up behind her and asked “Can I hold your hips?” “Nope” she snickered. He rolled his eyes and dropped his boxers to fist his cock. He drug his tip through her slick a few times and watched as her hands laid flat on the hood. “Legs apart a bit more” he said, “That’s perfect.” He carefully nudged the tip in and he felt her tremble slightly.
He slowly pushed his full length into her and she cried out, “FUCK! How big is that fucking thing?” He laughed but didn’t respond, because talking was cheating. He gave her a moment to adjust before he made one full stroke testing her response. She pushed back at him and her pussy squeezed tight and he knew she was laying a trap to get him to cum before she did.
She could fuck with him all she wanted, he was going to do this nice and slow. He leaned over her and laid his hands on the hood of the car. His hot breath on her back made her skin tingle. He heard her breathing pick up and watched her back arch. Her pussy was sucking his cock back in as soon as he started pulling out, making him moan. He’d never felt anyone so wet before. “Fuck!” she cried out and fought to hold herself still. She was fighting it and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that she’d rather risk death than lose a bet to him.
Seconds later, she lost and came with a cry of his name. Her pussy pulsed around him and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He slammed his hips into her, skin slapping loudly against skin, almost inaudible over the noise of the storm raging outside. “Oh my God, it’s sooo fuuuucking gooood!” she cried out as he chased his own end.
He was close, so fucking close that he could just about taste it when the personnel door next to the rolling bay door whipped open and flew away. “Inside! NOW!” he shouted and pulled out of her. They ran through the garage and into the attached office with their clothes in their arms. “In here” he said and held open a door. They stuffed themselves into a small room and he pulled out his phone flipping on the flashlight. “No windows. This is good” he said looking around the grubby bathroom. She closed the door, dumped their clothes in the sink and slid her arms around his neck, “Fuck me.”
“Sweetheart, here that train coming? That’s not a train. That’s a tornado” he said. “Fuck me” she said again. He groaned and took her mouth, sucking her tongue into to his. She was hefted into his arms and slammed against the wall, immediately impaled by his cock. “If we die and I don’t get to fuck you till dawn, I’m gonna be really pissed” he growled into her ear. “Fuck! Gonna make me cum again!” she wailed. “Told ya you’d sing a different tune” he chuckled. “Fuck you” she gasped as she started to crest. “Fuck me is right. So fucking wet. I’m with you…cumming with you” he said and his hips stuttered as he drained himself into her.
She felt the walls shaking and clung to him. “Well, if I’m gonna die, I’m not disappointed that I’ll die with my cock still in you” he laughed. “How fucked are we right now?” she asked, almost shouting over the noise. “Literally fucked, but if you’re talking about the twister, I’ve never head one this loud. Means it’s real big or real close, or both. This is new for you?” he asked. “Yes” she said. He felt her trembling in his arms, “Charlene, hold onto me and breathe. Breathe with me, in for three and out for three.” He pressed his forehead to hers and coached her through it.
Eventually, the noise quieted but neither of them noticed because their lips had found each other again. He felt himself getting hard and realized what was going on. Pulling his lips from hers, “Let’s get dressed and see what it’s like out there.” She nodded, “Okay.” He set her on her feet and with the light from his phone managed to get dressed, though Charlene was missing a boot.
He pushed the door open and met with some resistance. The office windows shattered and the wind shoved a desk against the door. “Stay here. There’s glass everywhere. I’ll make sure we can get to the car and I’ll come back for you” he said. “Okay” she nodded and looked out the door with big, round eyes. “Hey” he turned back to her, “We’re alright.” She nodded, “Yeah.”
He was back a few minutes later, “Let’s go.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her out to the garage and slid her into the driver’s door he’d already opened. “The rolling door is mangled. I’m going to have to take it off the track to get us out. Hang tight” he said. “Dean?” she yelped. He turned and saw she was terrified. “Can it come back? Do they turn?” she asked. “It’s probably off the ground already, but if the storm system is big enough, there could be more. I’ll be as quick as I can” he said and brushed the hair from her forehead.
While he dug around the trunk for tools she pulled up her weather app. The storm did look massive and she saw there was an active tornado warning for the next several hours. She then fell down the rabbit hole of tornado research. By the time he got the door apart and was back behind the wheel, she was a wreck. “Alright, just gotta get out to the motel and we’ll be alright” he said as he pulled out onto the road.
“You alright?” he asked. “Mmhmm” she nodded. She wasn’t alright and he knew it, “Come here.” She slid across the seat and into his arm. “Sorry I was such a bitch tonight” she said. “S’okay. I kinda like when you’re extra saucy” he teased. She was quiet for along time as Dean watched for downed power lines and poles in the road.
“So, what’s up with the monster cock?” she asked suddenly. He laughed so hard he almost went off the road. “What?” she chuckled. “I love how you just say whatever you’re thinking” he laughed. “Gets me in trouble all the time” she sighed. “Never with me” he brushed his hand through her hair. “I’m looking forward to getting a look at it” she slid her hand up his thigh. “If we weren’t in the middle of tornado alley on a stormy night, I’d let you get a look right now” he said.
It took twice as long to make it back to town because of a few downed poles and power lines and the quickly discovered the path of the twister ran right through the business district. “Doesn’t look like it was a big one. Most of this is straight line wind damage I’m guessing. Seems to have missed the residential area” he said looking at the roofs torn off a strip of shops on the main street. “That’s lucky. Most of the businesses were closed hours ago” she said. The motel was spared and still had power when they arrived. Dean took his cooler to the ice machine and loaded it full of ice and drinks from the machine just in case.
“Okay, now we pack everything in the car that we don’t need for the night” he said and picked up his duffel. He filled it full of clothes and then packed his weapons bag. She followed suit, pulled out her extra pair of boots and set out fresh clothes on top of the dresser. Dean loaded the car and came back, “Shower now while the power is on” he said. She started to pull off her clothes, “You’ve been through a lot of this?” she asked. He shrugged out of his shirts, “I’m a Kansas boy plus my dad was a Marine. Drilled us for every possible scenario, but this is definitely not my first night of twisters.”
She felt like an ass being so freaked out by the weather but Dean didn’t tease her about it. He seemed in his element, actually. Just another horrible situation to work through and he did that so damned well. “This bathroom has a widow” she said looking at the tiny one over the toilet. “Still, it’s better than the front room, so, this is where we’ll come if the siren goes off” he said and moved the cooler and clothes into the small space, tucking them under the sink along with two spare pillows and a couple of blankets.
While they washed, he soothed her nerves with kisses and slow strokes of his hands over her skin. He made her cum with his fingers before they finished and while she toweled her hair dry she watched his cock. It was completely hard and too heavy to lift up to his belly. She loved watching it sway and bounce heavily as he moved. “It’s gotta be ten inches and as thick as my wrist” she said sitting on the closed toilet lid. “Almost eleven, if you must know” he smirked. “I’d have never made that bet if I knew you were packing that thing” she laughed and headed into the bedroom.
Dean tackled her onto the nearest bed, “Calling me a cheater?” She laughed, “Nope.” “Good, cuz I want to collect my winnings” he said and slid his tongue over her bottom lip. He did things with his tongue that made her wild. He was swirling it over her nipples when the siren went off. He calmly got up and tugged her towards the bathroom.
They closed the door and Dean sat on the closed toilet lid pulling her onto his lap so that she straddled him. His mouth continued to work her breasts. She leaned back and pressed herself up towards him. He pulled her ass forward until she was flush against his cock. Lifting herself a bit, she felt him notch at her center. “Fuck me” he said and bit down on her nipple. She gasped. “Fuck me, Charlene” he said, swirling his tongue.
“No” she grinned, rolling her hips, letting his tip glide through her folds. “No?” he chuckled. “Mmhmm. No” she tugged his hair forcing his head back. She licked the length of his neck up to his ear, “Got a problem with that?” “The bet was, I get you for the night” he reminded her. “Mmmm, that’s right. I agreed to the night, not necessarily to do what you wanted” she stood between his legs before sinking to her knees.
She picked up his massive cock in her hands and he said, “You can do whatever you want to me.” She smirked, “Careful. Giving me free reign might be dangerous.” “Anything you want, anytime you want it and there is no expiration date on that offer” he sucked in a breath as her tongue toyed with his slit. She stretched her lips over him, barely able to fit his girth. “Hmmff” she hummed and used her fist to stroke him as she tried taking him deeper. “It’s okay, don’t…fucking hell…nobody has ever taken me that deep” he groaned. She was only able to get half of him into her mouth and it was such a tight fit that she couldn’t swirl her tongue over him. She left if flat under him and let it stroke along his thick vein with each pass.
She alternated with licking his length to rest her jaw and by the time the siren stopped, he was warning her that he was going to cum if she didn’t stop. She didn’t and he did, spewing copious amounts of his cum over her breasts. She’d never been a fan of cock sucking or having a man’s semen on her, but she was dripping wet now and watching his seed drip from her nipples sent a shockwave of pleasure straight to her pussy. Somehow she managed to find her feet and moved to the sink to wash up.
Dean pulled her to the bed and threw her down. He was on his knees this time and buried his face in her pussy. He hummed and grunted as his mouth sucked every inch of her, exploring with his tongue. He threw together a combination of rough and gentle that sent her into the next galaxy. She wasn’t even aware that she was screaming his name and pulling his hair. She wasn’t aware that she was aggressively humping his face and spewing out lewd orders for him to suck her clit harder, but she was doing all of that. When his fingers slipped into her, she went suddenly still for a moment, then he found her g-spot with a crook of his knuckles and she was again a wild woman. When she came, she coated his hand, face and neck and was shocked when she saw what she’d done. She let go of his hair and found her hands shaking, “I’ve never…I’ve never squirted before.” “Never made a woman do it before” he smiled brightly. He licked her once more and dashed to the bathroom to clean up.
He was washing his hands when the power blinked out. “Good thing you had us charge our phones” Charlene said when he came back in. “And I sent Sam a text so he knows our location. He can’t help, but at least someone knows” Dean said. She opened the curtains and saw that the lights were out all across town. Lightning flashed across the sky with a loud crack starling her. Dean slipped up behind her, sliding his hands over her hips and resting his chin on her head.
He chuckled and she tipped her head back to look up at him, “What’s funny?” “Well, we’re in Kansas and we killed a witch and now there are tornados” he said. “That isn’t funny” she sighed and moved away. “It’s kinda funny” he said. She watched him pick up the mattress of her bed and stand it up against the window. “Help me with the dresser” he said. They moved it across the room and wedged it up against the mattress. “It won’t help with a direct hit, but it’ll slow down any projectiles that might come flying this way” he said.
They curled up in Dean’s bed to wait it out. Dean was quiet for a long time and Charlene was beginning to think he’d fallen asleep. “I have fun hunting with you” he said. She snorted, “Yeah, cuz sex curses.” “Well, duh, but I really do have fun with you” he said. She sighed loudly, “Quit making it weird.” “Oh come on. You know we have a blast working together” he nudged her. “Everything that can go wrong, does go wrong when I work with you” she said. “But it’s fun” he whispered. “It is fun” she laughed.
The tornado warning expired but not before another two siren blasts sent them to the bathroom. Dawn was staring to turn the sky a deep purple when Charlene collapsed on Dean’s chest, “Fuck that was good.” “We’ve got the room till ten” he said. “Even if the deal didn’t expire with the sun, I don’t think my kitty could take anymore” she sighed enjoying her last snuggle. “I beat it up pretty good, didn’t it?” he said. She heard the smugness in his voice. “And on that note, I’m off to shower” she said. “I’ll join you” he said. “Nope. Sun’s up” she nodded to the window where light was streaming in around the mattress they’d wedged against the window.
He ignored her sun-up expiration and distracted her through the entire process, forcing a ten minute shower into almost forty minutes. It wasn’t until he’d fucked her against the wall that she realized she had to say it. “Dean. This can’t be a thing” she said against his neck. “I know. It’s…it’s just nice, being with you. I like it” he said. She cupped his face and pressed her lips to his before nipping his bottom lip, “I like it too.” “You’re right, though. This can’t be a thing” he sighed, “We’d better hit the road.”