Rayla jumped up when she heard the banging on her front door. She ran downstairs as fast as she could, swinging the door open and staring at Dean. He was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust. He didn't even say a word, only gripped her face and pulled her close into a rough kiss. Ray could barely keep up with the forcefulness of his tongue but the way he was commanding her body had her melting against him. In an instant she was lifted and her legs were wrapped around Dean's waist. He used his foot to shut the door and pin her against it.

Ray couldn't help but let out a soft moan. "Dean...you were watching me."

"How could I fucking not? You wanted me to watch you, didn't you?" He asked as he pinned her wrists above her head with just one hand. His hips were digging into her body, making sure that she didn't fall. The scratchiness of the denim rubbed against her thighs making her squirm against him.

Ray bit her lip. She had to admit there was a small part of her that did want him to watch but it wasn't her full intention. "I just...couldn't stop thinking about you. You were away for so long I thought that maybe you'd never come back."

Dean pulled away for a moment, his eyes widening as he heard those words. "I didn't know if you wanted me or not...I mean a lot of women want me but you...you're something else."

She finally got one hand free and let it travel gently across his cheek, contrasting against the scruff of his facial hair. Her eyes lowered to his lips before she leaned forward, head titled slightly, and kissed him. It was soft, tentative almost, yet every bit of tension remained between them. Dean couldn't help the small chuckle that left him when she pulled away the first time. Ray looked into his eyes that were now a darker shade of blue, looking almost as dark as the room they were in.

"What?"

"I don't do romance, toots. Hard and fast. Take it or leave it."

"What if I decide to leave it? What the hell are you going to do about that." She nodded towards the strained denim of his jeans. "Would you rather be alone with your hand tonight, or would you rather have this?" She pulled his fingers between her legs, letting him feel how she was still soaked from her little escapade a few moments ago. Dean growled and couldn't help but to dive his fingers in. His digits were coated instantly and Ray let out a small whimper. She wanted to be in control but Dean was making it hard for her to even think. Her nails dug into his bare shoulder as he kept the rest of her body pinned against the wooden door, plowing his fingers.

"You know I'd rather have this. Show me what I've been waiting for."

It took all her strength to stop his wrist from moving, just so she could get a word in. She licked her lips. "Bedroom. Now."

He didn't even hesitate. He readjusted Ray in his arms and ran to the bedroom, carrying her the short distance. He kicked open the bedroom door, letting it slam against the wall before dropping her onto the mattress. Ray kept herself presented for him, beckoning him to come closer. Dean didn't waste any time in discarding him pants though he cursed himself for rushing over without grabbing a few condoms. Ray saw him thinking, his left hand coming to rest on his chest and drumming his fingers against his skin.

"Don't worry about that now. Come here and taste me first." She rose onto her knees and dipped her fingers into herself once more before rubbing them against Dean's lips. His tongue shot out to wrap around the digits, sucking slowly and taking them deep down his throat. He groaned around her fingers before popping them out his mouth.

"You taste so damn good…" He whispered.

"There's plenty more where that came from." She giggled.

Dean bit his bottom lip as he laid her down. His hands ran all along her curves feeling the tender flesh underneath his callouses and loving the way her body moved against him. It felt good to be doing what he had been fantasizing about for weeks now. A few moments later, his lips replaced his hands, biting down hard wherever he wanted and making sure to mark the places that drove little sounds out of her. Dean teased his way down to her thighs where he gripped them tightly, pulling her closer to him so he could breath in her scent. Rayla's eyes had already fluttered closed even before the first lick made contact with her hot skin. Her toes were already curling, finding themselves digging into Dean's shoulder blades as her hand wound it's way around his soft curls. he seemed hellbent on tasting every inch of her, devouring her until she screamed his name.

he would dip his tongue inside her soaked entrance and just as she would start grinding against his face, he'd pull away. His forceful licks were replaced by gentler ones making small circles around her clit with just the tip of his tongue. Dean tried to keep her hips down with his hands but she was wriggling around to much. He didn't even think twice before he landed a hard slap against her thigh.

The yelp that came from Ray made him stop however. His eyes flicked upwards to meet hers. She wasn't shocked or scared. No Dean knew that look all too well. "You like it rough, don't you?"

She smirked, her eyes glinting with lust. "You don't even know the half of it Dean."

"I don't?" he questioned as he pulled away completely. "Turn around. On your knees."

He didn't really expect her to obey but she did, raising her ass up high to greet him with a glorious view. His mind raced with what to do first. Everything he had ever done with a woman filled his thoughts, as well as things he had never ever done. Her body was like a buffet, beckoning him to sample everything. He decided to start off slow and settled his fingers at her entrance, sliding a digit in one at a time. His thrusting was cautious, eagerly awaiting her response and his opposite hand crawled up her back to settle at her neck. His fingers closed in around it and gave a few light squeezes. Ray shuddered beneath him, letting out a breathy moan and clutching at the sheets.

"D-Dean…"

Dean bit down on his bottom lip hard to try and keep his deep groan at bay but it was no use. He pressed his hand firmly down on her neck, loving the way her breath hitched as her airway was under his control. The fingers inside her grew in numbers, keeping up the fast pace that had Rayla rocking her hips eagerly against him. He was so close to being inside her but he had to wait just a little longer. His dick wanted him to get off but his mind still wanted to make her body sing. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back, and whispered in her ear.

"You won't cum until I tell you, understand?"

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, Dean."

Shit...I didn't think that would work.

He couldn't help but be pleased with himself. He pulled his hands away and popped open the fly of his jeans. "C'mere, toots." He crooked his finger and beckoned her to the edge of the bed. Ray flipped her hair over her shoulder, pushing the mass of curls away from her face as her body slinked over to Dean. She grabbed a hold of his jeans and pulled him close, taking in the musky scent. Her soft lips contrasted against the growing hardness but she caressed each inch with care and dedication. She wanted him just as wet as he made her. Her lips sealed themselves around his head, her tongue swirling and lapping at the velvety skin.

Dean's commanding stance waivered for a bit. His hand sought refuge in her dark hair, wanting to pull her closer. Instead he settled for rubbing her scalp gently, waiting for the right moment to pull her in. Her lips were heaven and it seemed like his consciousness was floating away. His eyes rolled back and now he was the one panting her name. Her fingernails dragged themselves across the skin of his thighs and ass, digging into the taut flesh there and leaving thin scratches behind. Dean his as his hips bucked but her nails continued, making their way up his lower back and spine. Each scratch made his dick throb and fill her mouth even more. That was when he made the mistake of looking down at her. Their eyes met, the lusty fire behind her hazel eyes shot right through him and his knees buckled. He felt his orgasm coming at his light a freight train but Rayla was sure to put the brakes on it.

She gripped his base tightly and pulled away completely. "Dont. Not now. Condoms are over there." she nodded towards the bedside table drawer.

The blonde tried to recollect himself, just enough to stumble to the drawer and retrieve the condom. His fingers fumbled with ripping it open and sliding it on but he managed. Before he knew it, Ray had pulled him into her arms and crashed their lips together making the pair fall back onto the bed. Their tongues collided in a haphazard dance only leaving to pant and moan as Dean finally slid inside her. Ray kept a tight grip around him wanting to feel every inch he had to offer. Though his thrusts were slow and spaced out, each snap of his hips was hard. Ray arched against him pressing her soft body flush against his. She pushed his hair back gently and whispered, "Fuck me," against his lips.

Dean's grip on her hips grew tighter, the slap of skin on skin the only sound echoing in the bedroom. His nails left small half moon marks in her skin and as if he felt the need to inflate his ego even further, his hands left her hips and instead spread her pussy lips apart, revealing in the sight of his dick sliding in and out of her glistening sex. Ray's thighs shuddered around him, trying to close so Dean would keep his prying eyes away. The flush across her cheeks was unmistakable. The blond leaned forward and captured the tiny stiff peak protruding from her breast between his lips, circling his tongue around the areola and nibbling slightly. His name tumbled out of her as her heels dug into his lower back. Dean back dipped as his eyes flickered up to look at Ray.

Her beautiful face was contorted in a silent scream that morphed into her biting her lip then covering her mouth, almost as if she was too shy to make any real noise. But Dean was determined. His angled his hips, hoping to perfect his thrusting angle and hit that sweet spot inside her. Her tits bounced with every thrust and made Dean want to bury his face in them.

"Beg me to let you cum." he commanded.

"Dean...please…" Ray whimpered in response.

Dean stopped his ministrations for just a moment causing Ray to groan. "Beg. Me."

Her hazel eyes met his. "Please make me cum Dean. I don't care how you do it, just...please. I fuckin' need it!"

Dean smirked. "That's more like it." His circled his thumb around her clit and snapped his hips in a fevered pace. Ray's muscles were already clamping around him and just the little attention to detail already had her on edge. Her nails dug into the sheets, then his arms, shoulders, and back, as if she had no control over her body. Her muscles spasmed and she felt her sweet release just as Dean melded their lips together. Her muscles were suffocating him and Dean could barely move. His cock throbbed painfully inside her and his body shuddered. Ray's tugged his body lip between her teeth and set her lust filled eyes on him again. That look drove him wild. A loud groan tumbled from his lips as his orgasm took over him, filling the condom.

Dean tried not to collapse on top of her but he could barely keep himself up. Ray smiled and pulled him close, letting him rest his head on her chest and gently petting his hair.

"Your body is insane." he panted.

"I could say the same about you." Ray replied, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

She didn't know if she should offer him to spend the night. It didn't seem like something Dean would do but her stomach was twisting with feelings she had ignored for a mighty long time. She tried to push them away and instead decided that if he left it would be best. She wouldn't argue with him...but damn if she still wanted him to stay. While Ray continued to kid herself Dean had closed his eyes and answered her question for her-he was staying.