Chapter 3

After that, Monica let go of his hand. She just kept quiet. She pretends texting someone while she choses her grocery stuff.

Dean was just behind her. Looking her back, her long hair. "Hey" he poked her on her belly.

"You mad?"

"Uh no. I'm just busy thinking what should I buy. I'm listing it down" she pointed it on her phone.

"Really? But texting someone?"

"Nah. It's just a habit of mine, I list grocery stuff on just me on messenger sorry."

"My bad. I thought you were texting other guys" he whispered.

"What?" Monica didn't heard it.

They just kept quiet the whole process of grocery, driving and when they arrived home.

Yeah. It was so awkward because of Monica's challenge the night before.

"I'll put apron on you"

Dean get the apron and he put them on Monica's body. He tied it from behind. Monica is just so attractive, and he didn't want to advantage her short underwear she was wearing. What he mean is, her short.

Dean gulped as he started to feel erotic towards her. Her view from behind is sooo attractive.

"Can I?" Dean was so nervous. "Can I try your challenge?"

Monica smirked as she already knew that it is bound to happen. They'll meet each others ectasy and long lost dreams.

The smirk she was wearing on her face turned up a little more at the thought of experiencing those things with Dean…it was odd really, even for her, to find herself so satisfied and happy. They'll be graduating soon and it is best to execute the challenge now. No regrets. No feelings involved.

Any minute now, hot scene will spark on that tiny kitchen. Dean was just waiting for her response.

Monica looked on Dean with smile. "Of course. Shall we start now?"

The feeling of excitement is just there…Monica has been thinking this way back on their freshman and sophomore years but she just can't really say it directly to him. Because he was a friend of her and a classmate for all of those years.

And yes, Dean happened to met his ex girlfriend on those years. Monica just played with other guys 'till this finally happened.

The moment she had waited.

Monica smirked at him, "are you sure? I don't think we can stop on halfway..."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her, "What do you think? Nvm, I'm just pretty sure."

"Why don't your true colors master." Monica teased him.

She paused her cooking. He turned pff everything and she pushed him on her room.

Sam smirked at her slightly, before her gaze fell to the carpet again, he turned slightly, facing the large size bed. They took a deep breath.

Dean took the initiative to kiss her. He don't think that he can stop. Monica's kiss is just so addicting.

Their eyes were just closef feeling that spark of them. Before he opened his eyes again, turning his head to look at her a small smirk pulling at his lips. "I accept your challenge. We'll make your fantasies came true" he informed her, his voice low, deep as hazel orbs locked with blue.

Monica smirked, arms folding over legs as she leaned forward, "yeah let's play an interesting game like that."

Dean's smirk grew a little wider, before it fell completely, brows furrowed as his gaze dropped to the strap of monica's shirt. The thin band of material moving, sliding off her shoulder, first one side, then the other before hazel eyes met blue once more. "We'll continue okay?"

He watched her smirk, her eyes trailing down to her shoulders before returning to look back up at him, she sat on the bed and purposely looking above her to see Dean's view.

Dean turned slightly to face her better, as he looked down at her, tongue darting out to lick his lips, as he nodded, "your taste is so sweet," he said softly, his voice still low and deep. He watched her grin wide, as she swung out, her foot rising up to connect with his gut.

Luckily, their 'sessions' usually going something like this. It will be bottomless and infinite. Monica was about to lay her back on the bed due to Dean's force.

But Dean pulled her back. He complety undressed her. "We aren't on the main course yet" Dean added. Monica wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying her smooth little mustache brushing on her skin.

Her hair fell over her face. "Oh where's my ponytail"

"It's just okay. Your hair is just soft and fragrant"

Monica was waiting for his next moves, until she found her lying on the bed.

Moving swiftly, he opened Monica's legs, and he happened to massage it. Monica sat straddling her lean hips, bent at the waist over her, as hands grabbed each side of her head before he brought his own head down hard, headbutting her, before grabbing each of her wrists, pinning her to the bed.

She smirked as she breathed deeply his eyes staring up at her.

"Nice move..." she said, grinning wide as her legs kick up wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him backward, her body moving in the continued swing upward to straddle him her hands pinning his down instead.

"I did like to be on top but okay you can be now." Monica commented.

Dean gave a small huff, eyes narrowing as he tried not to smirk up at her. If she was human, this wouldn't be very hard to break out of at all, she will not say it directly if she's a girl however, she wasn't. She's just soo sooo unpredictable.

Using her own move against her wouldn't work either, he knew she'd be expecting something like that. Monica is just a naughty girl who just likes to have fun.

He smirked, before slowly closing his eyes, forehead furrowed in concentration. He was about to insert that.

He rolled with her, pinning her once more under him, holding her to the bed with the weight of his body. "You can be on top another time," he shook his head grinning, "Not tonight." He said.

"Okay master, I'm just tired today...you can do whatever you want"

"Are you sure, you're tired?"

"Nevermind. I'll never get tired of this"

Once more she kissed him like there's no tomorrow.

Her hands twist against his, a leg moving around to pull him in more to her as she presses her hips up against him with a coy smile playing over her lips. "Fu-fuck" voice comes out in a low purr as her head moves up lips capturing his in a quick, hard kiss.

Dean smiled against her lips before his tongue darted out to press between her lips, tangling with her own. Straight white teeth nip softly at her bottom lip, pulling back from the kiss.

"Hey, just fuck me." she whispers out seductively as her leg slides up rubbing against the back of his leg and thigh.

Dean smirked at her, he enjoys seing her beg like that.

Deepening the kiss, Dean flicked his tongue along the roof of her mouth, before tangling it with hers. Hips grinding gently against hers as a low moan escapes him only to be swallowed up in the kiss. Pulling hand away from hers, bracing himself on one elbow, he took the hem of the small shirt in hand, tugging it upward. His hand moved slowly up her side, pushing the fabric up as he went. Hand cupping her breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.

A soft, low moan escaped her lips as his hips met with her movements, the fabric of her shirt moving upward as blue eyes locked with his hazel, burning with passion she arched into his hand as he brushed over the sensitive flesh of her breasts, her head falling back against the pillow less bed before her hand pressed against his palm, her fingers lacing with his once again as she guided him into paying more attention to this area of her flesh as her eyes reopened and locked with his, blue eyes replaced with the smoldering onyx. A shaky breath hissed out from between her lips as she pulled him back to her lips for a crushing kiss.

After all those yeras with Monica, seeing her eyes go to demon black like that, made hunter instincts kick in, warning bells sounding in his head, giving Dean momentary pause before shaking it off and following the path his body was already setting.

It was just so late for him to realize that Monica is hot and always there for him.

Deepening the kiss, the two seemed to devour one another, teeth clanking together in the bruising harshness of tangled tongues and crushed lips.

Callused hands caressed soft feminine flesh, digits giving the sensitive nipple a gentle pinch-twist, before he tore his lips from hers, dipping his head to run his tongue across the sensitized flesh then suckle gently. Lifting his head once more, hazel eyes, gazed down at the beautiful demoness, before his lips crushed against hers for a quick kiss then pulled back, as he leaned back on his knees, both hands going to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it away.

Monica's eyes flickered back to blue at the pause, knowing in that moment they had betrayed the moment, but it lasted only a second before she realized he was still in the moment and her blue eyes closed as he broke the kiss, a sharp in take of breath at the warmth that spread through her body sent shivers running down her spine as Dean found the sensitive flesh. She had to bite back a groan at his move back from her even though it consisted of removing her shirt, but she wouldn't have much more of it as her hands closed around his shoulders and using her strength she pulled him forward, twisting and rolling to land him on his back on the bed, knees straddling either side of his waist as she grinned down at him, her eyes drinking in his appearance as her hands moved to the collar of his shirt moving on slightly to pop the buttons off. "Oops..."

The soft grunt of air that left him as she twisted and rolled him onto his back, is quickly replaced by a slightly naughty boyish grin as her hands went to the collar of his shirt. Looking down at himself as buttons scattered, Sam chuckled softly before letting his head fall back onto the bed once more, looking up at her. "I didn't like that shirt anyway," he muttered, as he reached up, hand cupping the back of her neck to pull her down as he lifted his head from the bed to meet her lips for another kiss. Tongue running over her lips, ticking the corners of her mouth teasingly, before dipping inside, to tangle with her own.

Monica grinned at his words before it dropped off as he pulled her back down to him, his tongue eliciting a moan from her as it slid over her lips, her tongue finding his once again as he hands continued to move down ripping more fabric than she ought to to get to his strong body, hands sliding down his chest to his jeans, pulling at the button followed by the zipper on his jeans.

The kiss ended only due to the need for oxygen. Breathing heavily, Dean gazed up at her through heavy lidded eyes before looking down at himself. "At this rate, I won't have any clothes left," he told her softly, his tone teasing. His hands reached out, thumbs hooking in the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slowly, hazel eyes locked on blue.

She grinned down at him, deep breaths coming in and out as her hands moved back up his chest pushing at the torn fabric to work it off his body as she moved enough to allow him an easier time at removing her thong, nails digging across his chest as she ran her tongue over her lips. "At this rate...I hope you never wear any ever again."

Soon Monica's thong joined her shirt on the floor, followed by the remains of Dean's shirts as he pulled up slightly from the bed, tugging it out from under himself with one hand, the other wrapping around her waist before laying back again, bringing Ruby down with him. He rolled them then, before pulling up onto his knees between her legs, gazing down at her as he pushed his jeans down his hips, feet working to toe off his socks. "Nothing ever again, huh?" he asked her with a smirk, "Does that mean you plan to do the same?" he asked her quirking a brow, before leaning back down, brushing his lips over hers before trailing kisses down her jaw, to her neck where he nipped the skin before his tongue darted out to lick away the sting.

She smirked up at him from her position once again on her back. Blue orbs looking up at him in a devilish way as her teeth played with her bottom lip. "Depends on what you have to offer me, i said earlier, it's for you to make a move." she grins before his lips find hers, her body arching up into his at the soft kisses, a soft moan falling from her lips at his nip on her skin, her leg moving up to wrap around his waist pulling him down, trying to press him into her, to relieve the burn of desire.

His hips ground against hers as a soft moan escapes his lip against her neck, before taking the tender flesh into his mouth, sucking small bruises onto the flesh as his hand ran up her ribs, touch light, bordering on ticklish.

Pulling his head up as his hips ground against her, his arousal pressing against her through his boxers. "I think I'm over dressed." he told her, voice husky, as he wrapped an arm around her, rolling them so she was on top. He smirked up at her, "Do what you want." he said softly, "I'm all yours."

Another moan, sharp intake of breath as she tips her head back allowing him as much access as possible to her neck, the need to have him growing out of control as she felt him against her, but still out of reach through the fabric. The moment he rolled them over, the grin spread over her face, hands and body immediately sliding down him in order to dislodge jeans and boxers from his body, tossing them on the floor as her hands slid up his legs her body following as her tongue and lips touched along his thighs and his hip, before moving across his waist, her eyes moving up to watch him before her tongue flicked out across his swollen member, the grin falling across her features again.

Low moan escaped his lips as her lips and tongue moved along his thighs and hips. He lifted his head from the mattress to watch her, his gaze meeting hers before his head fell back onto the bed as he gave a soft gasp, lips parted slightly, before he licked them, biting his bottom lip as she teased him.

She smirked even more at his reaction as her tongue continued it slow perusal of him, lips softly closing around him as she moaned enough to cause a soft vibration to reach him before she flicked her tongue against the bottom of his length slowly sucking him into her mouth her hand closing around the bottom of him.

"Oh God, Monica..." Dean moaned the words as his head rolled to the side, hands going to her head, digits tangling in her soft golden tresses. He fought not to buck up into the moist heat of her mouth that encircled his leaking erection.

Monica didn't break her concentration at his movements as her tongue flickered across him again as her head dropped down onto him further, the tip of him touching the back of her throat to which she purred against him, letting the vibrations move through him as she flicked her tongue up to him her hand pumping up and down him as she sucked and then pulled back up, before sliding back down...continuing the same motions as before.

Dean moaned at the feel of her mouth and hand working him, turning his head back to watch as his length slide back and forth across her kiss swollen lips, her hand working him just right. His hand fisted in her hair as his breathing quickened, eyes closing.

She would have grinned if she could as her other hand came up below him, massaging below where her mouth worked him over, her tongue flickering against his underside as she moved faster over him, her hand meeting the strokes of her head as she moaned against the tip of him as he moved deeper into her mouth.

Heat beginning to coil low in his gut, Dean opened his eyes and pulled up, hands leaving her hair to wrap around her and pull her up as he rolled them over. Head dipping to crush his lips to her moist lips, tongue darting inside as his knee spread her legs further. Pulling his head back, hazel eyes locked with blue as he pushed his arousal slowly into her sweet heat. Once fully engulfed in her soft folds, he dipped his head again, kissing her lips passionately as his hips picked up a rhythm moving inside her.

The pull of her body upward elicited a whimper of dissatisfaction as she playfully left the pout on her lips before she was rolled back to the bed, her back hitting the cushioned sheets as her lips pulled into a smirk, not giving her time to say or do anything before his lips found hers and her legs were spread, one leg automatically moving up to wrap around his body, pulling him downward as he began to enter her...she groaned at the feeling as her head fell back, eyes shutting in their failed attempts to focus on him as the warmth spread through her, filling her once again before his lips returned to hers, her hips rising to meet his thrusts as she moaned against him. Her hands moved around his body, across his back, nails finding flesh as she opened herself up as far as possible for him to have complete access to her as she felt her nails dig into his flesh.

Lips break away from kiss, forehead against hers as his breath hisses out at the feel of her nails digging into his flesh, spurring him on, thrusting harder, deeper into her. Hand of arm supporting most of his weight, against the side of her face, digits threading through her silken hair as his other hand roams her body exploring, caressing. His hand moves to her breast paying special attention to the sensitive area, cupping, squeezing gently, thumb teasing the nipple into a hard bud.

A soft, low cry falls from her lips as she arches up into his hand and aiding in his thrusts as her nails dig hard into his back trying to keep from screaming out in pure pleasure. She bucks against him as she bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes slid shut once again

Head pulls up, breathing ragged as he turns his head to the side, leaning down to rain kisses along the column of her throat, her shoulder. Teeth nipping tender areas, as a moan/growl rumbles in his throat. Sam pulls his head up slightly, moving to crush his lips to hers as his hips begin thrusting faster.

Her other leg moves up to wrap around his waist, her feet clamping together around his body as she moans against his crushing kiss, her tongue flicking against his as her muscles tensed, body pulsing as she suddenly found herself near the brink as his fast paced thrusting drew out a muffled moan against his teeth as she pulled her head back her nails pulling up into his flesh more as she breathed out hard eyes watching him intensely for a second. "Make me scream..." she growled in a low voice.

Her words went straight to his shaft, twitching inside her as his hips hammered against her. Pulling his upper body back slightly, Dean gazed down at her, as he grit his teeth, feeling his orgasm close. His head dipped to take her suck her nipple into his mouth, nipping gently before pulling his head up, eyes squeezed tightly closed, lips parted, his breaths panting out. Sam bit his bottom lip hard as sensation overtook him, thrusts erratic in their urgency as he came hard into her sweet warmth.

Head fell back as a cry left her lips, the immediate response to her words caused her to palm his back even more, trying to hold on to him as much as she could as he pulled back enough to cause her hands to slip a little to his shoulders where her nails once again found home before he dipped and her back arched as his lips closed around the sensitive flesh of her nipple...the nip that followed was her undoing as she bucked up against him the scream tearing from her lips as she held tight to him, her muscles clenching around him tightly as she suddenly felt the release of her built up need for him as she then felt him join her in the climax as the smirk returned to her face, her body still arched up against his, not wanting to lose the feeling that still coursed through her, holding the orgasm there before it slowly ebbed away.

Breathing heavily, a light sheen of sweat on his brow, wetting his long bangs, making them cling to his face, dean allowed himself to somewhat collapse onto her, though he still held off most of his weight with one arm. Face buried against her neck, he kissed her softly there, before moving off of her, only to wrap an arm around her, pulling her close.

Half closed hazel eyes gazed at her as they lay there trying to get their breathing under control. Dean smiled lazily at her.

She still clung to him as he moved off of her, her body drawing in close to him as his arm wrapped around her. The smirk still played on her lips.

Monica smiled even more at that as her hand pushed his bangs back from his face, sliding down over his cheek before she kissed his lips softly. "Get some rest," she said