Good Influence – Part 2 / 3

Pairing: Sam x Alex  
Rating: 18+
Tags: teenage angst, loss of virginity, nerves, gentle!Sam, car sex, dry humping, oral (m rec), fingering, p in v, praise kink out the wazoo, size kink 
WC: 6.3k

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Sam walked into the hallway out of his and Dean’s room at Jody’s house only to be met with two very annoyed teenage girls storming away from each other. He watched Claire stomp toward the living room where he knew Dean was watching one of his soaps and caught the ends of Alex’s hair flipping around as she plunged back into her room and shut the door with a bang. Sam’s eyes flicked to the doorway Claire had just disappeared through, then back to the door that was now concealing Alex. He considered for a moment which girl he should check on first, but when he heard Claire beginning to rib Dean for his choice in TV shows from the next room, he decided she sounded fine. Better check on Alex first, Sam concluded; after all, she was the more sensitive of the two. 

Sam paused outside Alex’s room, ears straining to hear whatever might be happening inside, but all he heard was silence. He raised his hand and gave a brief tap against the wood, the hollow door making a reedy echo. There was no response. 

“Alex?” he knocked again hesitantly. “It’s Sam,” he added, like she wouldn’t have been able to tell that already. 

“What?” Alex’s voice bled through the door, thin and watery.

“Can I come in?” Sam’s voice was low and gentle. There was silence for a moment, and Sam thought maybe she would turn him away, but then the knob turned and the door creaked open slowly. 

Alex’s face was a little blotchy, and her eyes were puffy and rimmed with bright red. She’d dried her tears, but she hadn’t been able to disguise that she’d been crying. She peeked around the door cautiously, eyes darting past Sam’s hulking figure, likely checking if Claire was still in the hall. 

“Can I come in?” Sam asked again. 

“I’m fine Sam,” Alex tried to reassure him, but he knew she was lying. “Don’t worry about me.” 

“Well, it’s too late for that,” Sam’s smile was meant to be comforting but it came out a little sad. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?” 

“It’s really not a big deal, I’m just being stupid,” Alex shook her head, sniffling a little and wiping at her nose delicately. Sam hated to see her so upset. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to,” Sam promised. “Let’s get out of here, get you some fresh air. We could go grab some coffee?” he offered, jerking his thumb in the general direction of the outside world. 

“Um, yeah okay. That would be nice, actually.” 

“I’ll grab the keys,” Sam smiled, glad he was able to help even if it was just a hot drink and some silent companionship. 

“Wait,” Alex grabbed for Sam’s arm, stopping him before he could leave. “Can we go out the back door? I don’t want to see her right now.” Her eyes darted in the direction of the living room, and Sam knew she was talking about Claire. 

“Sure, whatever you want,” Sam agreed, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Grab your shoes and I’ll meet you out back.” 

The little coffee shop in town was crowded, so Sam got the drinks to go and brought them back out to the car. Alex held them in her lap as Sam pulled the Impala out of the parking lot and drove a few blocks to a lookout point in one of the parks that ran alongside the Big Sioux River. Rain slid across the glass, blurring the windshield with a patchwork of tiny droplets, all falling and seeping into each other now that the wipers had been switched off. Beyond the flooded windshield was just more water, the river running fast and strong under the rain they’d been having the last few days. 

Sam left the car running, the radio on something low and unobtrusive, letting the heat blow gently out of the vents on the dashboard. Fog crept slowly up the windows as the two of them sipped their coffees, listening to the rain and the river outside. Alex had undone her seatbelt and tucked her legs up underneath her on the seat, curling up between the black leather of the seat and the door. Her eyes were aimed out the window, but Sam could tell she wasn’t really looking at the view. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Alex looked over at Sam now, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. 

“I thought you said I didn’t have to talk about it.” Her fingers picked at the lid of her coffee cup, tracing the outline of the small circle pressed into the plastic.

“You don’t,” Sam allowed, taking another sip of his own drink. “But it usually helps.” 

“It’s embarrassing,” Alex shook her head and looked away again but not before Sam had seen the blush spreading across her cheeks. The pink looked quite pretty against her pale skin, he noticed.

“I’m not here to judge,” Sam shrugged. “I promise you I’ve been just as embarrassed at some point in my life; maybe even more.”

“Doubt it,” Alex scoffed. “It’s just…” she trailed off, searching for the right words to start. “Claire’s just such a bitch sometimes, you know?” 

Sam couldn’t hide his laughter. 

“Yeah, I know the feeling. Dean has his moments,” Sam smiled knowingly. Being the younger sibling could definitely be tough sometimes, and it was probably more difficult given that Alex and Claire weren’t even related. 

“Like she thinks just because she finished school already and goes hunting sometimes that she’s better than me for some reason. I mean, of course she finished school first, she’s older. That’s how it works.” Alex tumbled through her complaints. It was like now she had started talking she couldn’t stop. 

“And she’s only one year older, it’s not like she’s got decades of experience on me or anything,” Alex huffed. “Just because she’s always been a slut doesn’t mean I have to be one, too.”

“Whoa there,” Sam startled at the bitterness behind Alex’s words. “Is that maybe a little harsh on Claire?” 

“Are you kidding? She called herself a slut,” she rolled her eyes. “She was proud of it. And she was making fun of me because I’ve never… um…” Alex trailed off awkwardly, taking a quick glance at Sam, who was surprised by her confession.

“Oh,” Sam cleared his throat, suddenly uncomfortably warm in the close confines of the front seat of the car. “I thought, uh… didn’t Jody find those birth control pills in your bag last year?” he winced at the memory of the incredibly awkward dinner conversation that had followed. 

“Well, yeah, me and Henry were talking about it, and I wanted to be prepared, but then he turned out to be a vampire,” Alex laughed bitterly. “I’ve had crappy luck in the guy department since then.” 

“I’m sorry,” Sam tried to sound sincere, and not like he was imagining Alex and her now-deceased vampire ex-boyfriend going all the way in the back of Jody’s Jeep. 

“It’s fine, I got over that a while ago,” Alex shrugged, knocking back the last of her coffee. “I kinda wish I had gotten it over with though. Then I wouldn’t be some lame eighteen year old virgin when I go to college next year.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin,” Sam raced to assure her, knowing that’s what Jody would want him to say. “I was a virgin when I was eighteen. It happens,” he tried to sound casual, make her think it really was no big deal. 

“No way,” Alex clearly didn’t believe him. 

“I didn’t even have my first kiss until I was fifteen,” Sam confided conspiratorially, and Alex grinned. 

“I bet Dean was real understanding,” she giggled softly. 

“Oh absolutely. I totally didn’t hear about it everyday for a month after he found out,” Sam rolled his eyes, remembering the time fondly despite his sarcastic tone. 

“I know you said it’s cool but, is it bad that I still kind of want to get it over with?” Alex peeked up at Sam through her hair, nervous. 

“It’s… not bad,” Sam hedged. “Wanting to have sex isn’t bad, and losing your virginity probably shouldn’t be as huge a deal as society makes it out to be.” His hands were twirling his coffee cup between them as he spoke. “But you still gotta be smart about it; and sex is better with someone you care about, at least, it always is for me.” Sam shrugged, finishing off his own coffee and crumpling the cup. 

“So you don’t think I should wait around for ‘the one’,” Alex checked ruefully. 

“Well, not if you don’t want to. I didn’t, so it would be a little hypocritical of me to say you should,” he admitted with a smirk. 

“What if I don’t even want a boyfriend right now? I just want something… I don’t know, just something.”

Sam looked at Alex carefully. She was keeping eye contact with him now, less embarrassed, though she was still blushing fiercely. He wondered if he was reading her right. 

“I’d say that’s your choice to make,” Sam nodded cautiously. “But I would also say don’t do anything you aren’t ready for just ’cause Claire said so.” 

“I was ready ages ago,” Alex smirked, “I just lost the other interested party.” 

The silence stretched between them tensely, the fog on the windows seeping into Sam’s thoughts, clouding his judgment. Sam had always felt some kind of duty of care for those they saved, and Alex was no exception. So despite the fact that it should be wrong for him to want the things he was thinking about now as his eyes darted from her hair to her lashes, to her lips, it almost felt like his responsibility to help her through this; to help her feel better about herself. Alex looked at Sam steadily, and he was pretty sure they were both on the same page right now, but he needed her to be the one to say it.

“You know, I found Claire out at a bar last week?” Alex changed the subject abruptly. She pulled her knees up to her chest and turned completely sideways on the leather bench of the front seat, gazing intently at Sam. He shifted to look at her, throwing his right arm over the back of the seat. It was so long it stretched nearly to Alex’s shoulder. If he dropped it now, his hand would land on her knee. 

“It’s not that weird for her to sneak out like that, is it?” Sam knew Claire wasn’t one for family movie nights or curfews. 

“No, it’s not, that’s why I followed her. She’s been sneaking out way more since she graduated and Jody’s started to notice lately and I’m sick of covering for her, so I followed her out this last time and…” The blush that had subsided a little from Alex’s face in the past few minutes flared up in full force again. “And I found her in an alley behind the club giving some stranger a blowjob,” she grimaced. 

“Wow,” Sam blinked widely, he hadn’t quite expected that. 

“That’s what we were fighting about,” Alex admitted. “She wouldn’t talk to me for ages and I finally cornered her about it and told her it was dangerous to go out alone like that, and that’s when she said that I was just jealous because she’s having sex and I’m not. Because boys want ‘a slut like her and not some prude‘ like me,” she trailed off bitterly, looking down at her knees instead of at Sam. 

“She shouldn’t have said that, Alex. I’m sorry.” Sam let his hand slip to her knee, giving it what he hoped was a comforting little pat, his thumb rubbing little circles across the stringy tear in the denim. 

“Is it true?” Alex asked quietly, talking to her knees. 

“What?” 

“That guys only want to sleep with slutty girls, not with, you know…” she glanced through her lashes toward Sam, and he swore he could feel his pupils dilate at the picture of innocence before him. 

“Um,” he swallowed, already berating himself for what he was about to say. “No, it’s not true. At least,” Sam took a breath and brought his eyes to meet Alex’s seriously, “that’s not what I want.” 

“She was right,” Alex breathed, gaze glued to Sam’s, unwavering. “I was jealous. I am jealous… I wanna know what it’s like.” 

Sam could see her throat bob as she swallowed nervously, and he imagined what she would feel like swallowing around his cock. He realised then that he was definitely half-hard in his jeans, and he wondered if Alex had noticed. 

“Sam?” Her voice was small, plaintive. “Can… can you show me?” 

Sam cocked his head to the side, considering her words carefully. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Alex?”

“Yes,” she nodded firmly, and there wasn’t any hesitation in her eyes. “Like you said, I don’t really want it to be with some stranger and… I trust you.” 

Sam smiled. He liked that she trusted him that much, that she wanted him to do this because she knew he would take care of her. His hand slipped off her knee to grab one of her smaller hands in his. 

“C’mere,” he pulled her to him, and she came willingly. Their legs now pressed together, thigh to thigh, Alex looked up at Sam nervously. He squeezed the hand he still held reassuringly, and raised his other hand to her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear gently and pulling his fingers down her jaw to tilt her chin up towards him. 

Sam bent to her, softly pressing his lips to hers. Their skin caught against each other, a delicate buzzing pulling at his nerves as he tilted his head and let his tongue dart out to lick his lips, catching hers too in the process. Alex matched his movements, tilting her head in the opposite direction and flicking her tongue out to tap against his bottom lip before she slotted her lips back over his. Sam let his fingers drop to her collarbone, and brought the hand he was holding up to his shoulder, encouraging her to wrap herself around him. 

Sam knew this wasn’t Alex’s first kiss, but he was still surprised at the vigour with which she fell into his arms. She scrambled into his lap, her legs straddling his hips as both her arms wound around his shoulders, her small, delicate fingers burying themselves in the thick flannel of his over shirt. Alex poked her tongue back out from between her lips and Sam latched on to the chance eagerly, twisting his own tongue around hers and drawing it into his mouth, moaning as he did. 

Alex let out a cute little whimper when Sam pushed their tongues into her mouth next, licking at the back of her lip before he caught it in his teeth, biting gently. She moaned again, short and breathy, high in her throat, and Sam smiled into the kiss. He made a mental note of the things that produced those sweet sounds and stored the information for later. Sam slid his hands up into her hair, holding her face firmly against his and she moaned deeper, the noise now bubbling up from her chest. 

Her knees spread wider, sinking her hips down onto Sam’s, and this time he was the one to groan. The heat between her legs was radiating through her jeans and felt overwhelming against his erection as she ground down on top of him eagerly. Alex canted her hips, shifting back just a little to catch a different angle and then sighed heavily, now very obviously grinding her clit over the hard column of his cock through their clothing. 

“That feel good, baby girl?” Sam whispered against her lips, breaking away for breath and dragging his mouth down to her neck, to test what sounds he could get her to make by biting there. 

“Mm-hmm,” Alex hummed, tossing her hair back so Sam could reach the column of her throat more easily, still the pace of her hips unfaltering. Sam pulled his hands down her back and tucked his fingers into the back pockets of her jeans, squeezing her ass as she rubbed off against him. Alex’s breath came out in a rush as Sam guided her hips against his more harshly. 

“You’re not gonna break me, sweetheart,” Sam whispered in her ear, punctuating his words with another squeeze of her ass. “You go as fast as you need to. Want you to cum for me just like this.” 

“Oh my god.” Alex dropped her head to Sam’s shoulder, rutting her hips quicker and quicker against his. Sam felt like he was hard enough to slice through his jeans at this point. She was so hot, writhing around on top of him like this, desperate in her pursuit of pleasure. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” Sam cooed, cradling her head against him, and bucking his hips a little to give her some extra friction. “Such a good girl for me, Alex. Want to see you cum like this, whenever you’re ready, baby, c’mon.” 

Alex gave a choked off little wail, her hips jerking against him furiously until she cried out, pressing her face hard into his shoulder and stilled against him, chest heaving with the exertion of her orgasm. Sam stroked his hand from her hair all the way down her back, then up again, letting her breathing settle before he nudged his face into hers again, kissing slowly but deep, like his tongue was trying to reach into her lungs and draw out her breath. They broke apart with a gasp, Alex blinking up at him in a happy daze. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Sam spoke reverently, smoothing his hands over her hair again before drawing them down her arms, fingers coming to settle on her hips, toying with the hem of her shirt. “Can I?” he asked gently, tugging it away from her skin just a little and letting his fingers dip beneath the fabric to trace across her skin. 

“If I can do yours?” Alex drew her hands around Sam to the column of snaps down the front of his shirt. He nodded, smiling, and let her undo his flannel first, shrugging it off to get caught between his back and the seat. He brought his hands back to Alex’s top and carefully rolled it up her body, watching intently as he revealed more and more of her soft, pale skin, still flushed with the heat of her climax. 

Sam dropped her shirt to the floor and ducked his head to nuzzle along her collarbone, drawing his lips wetly down to the tops of her breasts. He could hold each one beneath one of his hands, and he adored how tiny she felt against him. It made him feel powerful, like he could break her if he wanted to, and it made the fact that she trusted him with her body even more meaningful. To Sam, that kind of faith was a better high than any drug could give him. 

Alex breathed in deep, pressing her chest further into Sam’s grasp, and he moaned against her skin, needing even more. His hands traced the band of fabric around to her back and deftly unhooked the cage that was keeping her from him. She sighed happily when it was gone, and Sam’s mouth was on the first nipple he could reach as soon as the fabric had fallen away. He suckled and laved and teased until she was keening against him, pressing his head sideways in an effort to get him to shift his attentions to the neglected breast. 

“God, I didn’t know this could feel so nice,” she sighed happily, fingers carding through Sam’s hair. 

“You think this feels nice, just wait,” Sam smirked up at her, finally releasing her from his lips. 

“Can I, um,” Alex swallowed, trying to find her words as a blush flared in her cheeks. “Can I try, uh, going down on you?” Sam groaned, the hesitance borne of her innocence turning him on far more than it should. 

“You’re not gonna find any guy that says ‘no’ to that, I promise you Alex,” he chuckled, planting a short kiss on her lips before helping her off his lap so he could undo his jeans. Sam hoisted himself off the seat and pulled his jeans down his hips, toeing his boots off on the floor of the car as he did, so he could get the denim all the way down. Glancing sideways, he saw Alex’s eyes glued to him, tracing the bulge in his underwear hungrily. Smirking, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her hand to his crotch, placing it gently down on his erection and guiding her fingers around its girth to give it a squeeze. 

Sam couldn’t keep back his moan at finally touching himself after he’d been hard for so long, and touching himself with Alex’s hand just made it so much hotter. He kept his fingers wrapped over hers, dragging them up and down his length, still trapped behind dray grey cotton. The pink skin of her hand made such a lovely contrast against the fabric, and as he admired it he saw a small dark spot bloom under their fingers where he’d started to leak precum already. 

“See what you do to me, baby girl?” Sam asked breathlessly, pressing up into her hand. “Already leaking, you turn me on so damn much.” Alex moved her fingers under his, dragging them across the wet patch at his crown, and Sam let out a shuddering groan. “Want your mouth on me, baby.” 

“Me too,” Alex whispered, looking up at Sam eagerly. He smiled back at her and pulled her hand by the wrist to the waistband of his briefs. Alex pushed her hand beneath the material, trailing her fingers along the soft velvet of his cock before she pulled him out, finally freeing his cock from the confines of fabric. It stood tall and red, jutting up against his stomach. Alex blinked down at it, eyes wide. “Fuck.” 

Hearing her curse had Sam’s heart racing, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to jerk off. 

“C’mere, Alex,” Sam groaned, still stroking himself steadily. Alex shifted on the seat so she was sitting on her knees, bracing one hand on the leather visible between Sam’s spread legs, and reaching out to grasp his cock with her other. Her fingers felt so small in comparison to his. 

“Do I just… suck on it?” Alex asked timidly. 

“How about you start by giving it a kiss sweetheart?” Sam suggested gently and Alex nodded, leaning forward to touch her lips gently to the tip. Sam’s breath hitched when her lips brushed over his slit and she noticed, kissing the spot more intently and letting her tongue dart out like she was kissing his mouth. “Mm, yeah, that’s nice,” Sam praised, trying to keep his hips from pushing up for more. 

Without being told, Alex moved down, kissing along his shaft, using more and more tongue as she got used to the feel of everything. She wrapped her lips around the base, swirling her tongue in senseless patterns against the skin and Sam pushed his hips against her, rutting against the pocket of her lips. 

“Try sucking on the head, baby,” Sam instructed, using his hands to guide her back to the tip of his cock. Alex wrapped her lips around him gingerly and gave a small suck, her tongue and her palette fitting closely around the bulbed head of his dick, and Sam relaxed back into the seat, feeling a little weightless with the arousal flooding his system. “When you’re ready, start moving up and down,” Sam’s voice came out tight, breath caught in his chest. 

Alex complied, instinctively pulling her lips in to wrap over her teeth as she sucked more of Sam into her mouth. She only made it about half way down before her mouth tightened around him reflexively, and Sam reached out to run a hand over her head comfortingly. 

“Don’t make yourself go further than you’re comfortable with, just use your hand on the base honey.” Sam continued to run his fingers through Alex’s hair as she sucked on his cock. She wasn’t really moving up and down, just keeping him in as deep as she could manage and suckling around the intrusion, her tongue rubbing back and forth along his skin, and fuck, it was so hot just having her kneeling there, nursing on his cock like she was too hungry to let it go, her fingers massaging over the length she couldn’t fit. 

Sam would have happily let her suck on him until he came down her throat, and part of him was tempted by the prospect of feeling her mouth fill with his cum while she stayed exactly where she was, not moving, just sucking his dick amidst the pool of warmth he would spill into her. He nearly came just from the idea. His hand shot out to cover hers and squeeze tightly around the base of his cock, pinching just a little to claw himself back from the edge of his climax.

“Fuck, okay, that’s enough baby girl,” Sam hissed, and Alex released him instantly. 

“Did I do it wrong?” she sounded worried. 

“No,” Sam laughed breathlessly, “the opposite. We can’t have sex if I cum down your throat.” 

“Oh,” Alex blushed, tucking her hair out of her face. Sam could tell she was pleased with herself. 

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Sam pulled her forward for a kiss, tasting something deeper on her breath that hadn’t been there before she went down on him. “In the glove box behind you, there should be some condoms,” Sam nodded to the dashboard when he pulled back, silently sending out a thank you to Dean for always being boy-scout level prepared when it came to hooking up. 

“I’m still on the pill,” Alex offered but Sam shook his head, smiling tightly. 

“Better safe than sorry.” Alex found the foil wrappers and grabbed one before handing it to Sam. He took the condom from her and placed it down on the seat next to him. “Now it’s time to get you out of those jeans, baby girl,” Sam grinned. 

Alex quickly unbuttoned them and shimmied out of the jeans and her panties in one go. Sam didn’t remember her taking off her shoes, but those were gone now too. Sam’s eyes were glued to her pussy the second it was bared to him, eyes searching out the glint of arousal he knew would be there. 

“Lay back.” Sam climbed over Alex as she laid down on the seat, head leaning against the door. He grabbed one leg and pulled it up over the seat, leaving her spread wide in front of him. She was so wet he could smell it in the close, humid air of the car. “You’re so fucking pretty,” Sam whispered hoarsely. 

He turned his head to kiss the ankle that was hiked over the back of the seat, and then kissed his way down her leg, sucking and nipping the skin along the base of her belly. 

“Sam?” Alex spoke softly, but it wasn’t a sigh of pleasure, it was worry. “Is it gonna hurt?” 

“I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you Alex,” he smiled reassuringly, moving his thumb in soothing circles on her hip. “If you don’t like how it feels, just tell me and we’ll stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” she nodded meekly and forced a little smile, but Sam could tell she was still nervous. 

“I’m gonna get you good and ready sweetheart, don’t worry.” Sam leant down to kiss her, and he could feel when her body finally relaxed beneath him. He kept kissing, sucking her lip into his mouth and biting on it gently, how she’d liked earlier, and while she was distracted he slowly crept his hand down her thigh and between her legs. She gasped into his mouth when he slipped a single finger inside, and he swallowed her sound, licking into the open space she’d created. 

Sam moved his finger gently in and out. He didn’t try anything fancy, just wanted to get her used to the feeling, and from the sound of it, she liked the feeling quite a bit. He brought his thumb into the equation next, dragging it from its place in the thatch of curly hair she had on her mound down to the little bundle of nerves it was concealing. 

“Mmm,” Alex whined high in her throat and gasped for air. 

“Feel good?” Sam checked, and she nodded vigorously, her eyes cinching tight as he drew another quick circle over her clit. “When you touch yourself, do you put your fingers inside? Or do you just play with this right here?” Sam pressed down with his thumb and up with the finger he had inside of her, like he was trying to get them to touch through her body. Alex twitched against him, groaning and spreading her legs wider to give Sam more room to move. 

“I tried using my fingers inside, but the angle was always a bit weird,” she confessed breathlessly. “Feels better, what you’re doing.” 

“Have you ever used anything bigger than your fingers?” Alex shook her head no. “Okay, I’m gonna add another one now, make sure you’re nice and stretched out for my cock, yeah?”

“Yes. Please.” Alex arched her hips into Sam’s hand as he pulled his wrist back and re-entered her with two fingers. She was nice and slick from her orgasm earlier, but Sam wanted her to be wetter, so he ducked his head down to his fingers and licked around her entrance. 

“Oh my god!” Alex shouted, hands flying to Sam’s head and burying themselves in his hair. She pressed his face harder against her core and he let her direct him, dragging his mouth up to her clit, where he latched on happily, sucking and flicking his tongue over it in a senseless pattern. Sam hummed against her, not wanting to pull away to speak, but wanting to convey that he liked what she was doing. He liked her bucking against him, hips begging for more when her words failed her. 

Sam teased a third finger into her when he felt like she could take it, and she clenched around him at the wider intrusion. 

“It’s okay,” Sam soothed, withdrawing the offending fingertips and teasing them lightly around her entrance instead. “Breathe for me, yeah? Take a nice deep breath.” Alex did as he said, drawing in a great deep breath and letting it out again slowly. Sam let some spit drip onto his fingers, then pressed them back to her entrance, slowly teasing two in before bringing the third alongside them. “Just relax and let me in sweetheart,” Sam murmured against her, and he felt her take another deep breath as he pushed his fingers back in. 

Alex was still tight, but she let him in this time. Sam praised her softly, telling her what a good girl she was, how amazing she felt clenching around his fingers like this, how much he couldn’t wait until he could feel her around his cock. 

“Feels so full,” Alex sighed, but it was a happy sound, content. Sam quickly withdrew his fingers and reached for the condom from behind him, tearing into the packet and rolling it across himself. He was happy to find it was one with some lube on the outside, that should help things along. When Sam looked back to Alex, he saw her staring at his cock, now wrapped tight in latex, his hand holding the base steady. 

“You ready?” Sam asked, and Alex nodded jerkily. “I wanna hear you say it, baby girl.”  

“I’m ready, Sam, please,” Alex breathed out the word in a desperate rush, and Sam smiled. 

Moving his hips closer to hers, Sam lay himself over her gently, bracing one hand on the door behind her head while the other lined himself up with her entrance. He dragged the tip of his cock through her folds, getting her used to the feel, even tapped the head against her clit a few times, sending shivers up her body in ripples. 

Slowly, gently, Sam eased himself inside, Alex’s tiny body quivering below his as he pressed smoothly forwards. She was clenching around him tightly, and though it felt amazing on the head of his dick, he couldn’t manage to fit himself inside if she kept doing that. 

“Just relax sweetheart, look up at me.” Alex tilted her head back towards Sam, her eyes opening hesitantly. “There she is,” Sam smiled down at her, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek. “So beautiful,” he breathed, dropping a kiss to her forehead lightly. “You’re doing so good baby, just a little more, just relax.” 

Sam began to buck his hips in infinitesimal thrusts, trying to move just a little deeper every time he pushed back in, and after a few minutes he finally felt their hips press flush together as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, there we go,” Sam groaned against Alex’s neck, pressing kisses up along her throat until he reached her lips, capturing them beneath his. As they kissed, Sam pulled his hips back and tried his first full thrust in. Alex whimpered against him, her core clenching hard around the intrusion, but she pushed her hips up to meet him on his next stroke out and back in. 

“Sam,” she breathed against his lips, air coming out in sharp bursts. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sam panted against her, fucking himself back in hard this time. 

“Oh my god,” Alex’s eyes went wide and Sam chuckled, brushing his fingers over her face admiringly. 

“You feel so good, Alex,” Sam kept up his litany of praise as he fucked her, leaning back on his knees to get a different angle, and pulling the ankle she had thrown over the seat onto his shoulder. 

“Oh my god,” Alex cried again, using the foot she had left on the floor for leverage to meet Sam’s thrusts as he picked up the pace. 

“Good girl,” Sam grinned down at her. “Look so pretty fucking yourself on my cock, baby.” 

“Sam, oh my god, oh–” she was nearly sobbing from the pleasure. Sam bent down and looped his arm around the leg she had braced on the floor, bringing her other ankle up to join the one already on his shoulder. “Fucking hell, don’t stop Sam, don’t stop!” Alex had braced her hands over her head on the door behind her, pushing back into Sam’s cock with everything she had. 

“Not gonna stop until you’re cumming for me baby. Want you to cum on my cock, can you do that sweetheart? You gonna cum for me?” 

“Fuck, yes, yes yes, fu–” Alex lost her breath as her whole body seized up against Sam, her cunt squeezing him like a vice as she spasmed through her climax, mouth falling open in a pretty little ‘o’. 

“Fuck yes, good girl, such a good girl cumming for me. Gonna make me cum baby,” Sam fucked Alex through her orgasm, punching his hips into hers, the slap of his thighs against her ass loud in the tiny space of the car as he reached his peak, grunting and then going completely silent, holding himself against her as his body screwed up against the pleasure. 

When he opened his eyes, Alex was staring up at him, face beet red and eyes wide and hungry. 

“That was so hot,” she breathed, her face growing even more red in embarrassment. 

“So were you,” Sam grinned, leaning down to kiss her gently before he eased himself out, leaving both of them hissing at the loss of sensation. He tied off the condom and stashed it in one of the empty coffee cups along with the foil wrapper, not wanting to leave any evidence in Dean’s car. If he knew Sam had fucked Alex he would have a field day, let alone if he knew they fucked right where he sat for several hours at a time most days of his life. 

“How do you feel?” Sam checked as they got redressed, with a little difficulty given the cramped quarters. 

“Good,” Alex considered for a moment before adding, “really good, actually.” 

“I’m glad,” Sam laughed, relaxing back into his seat and scrubbing his hands through his hair in an attempt to make it look less freshly fucked than it did currently. 

“Thanks, Sam.” 

“Don’t mention it,” Sam smiled warmly, then hesitated. “We, uh, we probably don’t want to mention it, right?” Alex giggled, shaking her head. 

“Definitely not,” she agreed. “Our little secret.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Sam nodded, starting up the Impala and driving them back to Jody’s house. 

They arrived not long after, peering out the window to see if they could detect movement from Dean or Claire in the living room, but the house looked still. 

“Okay, so if they ask, we went to get coffee and nothing else, yeah?” Sam clarified before they stepped out into the rain. 

“Yep,” Alex nodded, bracing herself against the door to make a run for it before pausing a moment and looking back at Sam. “Hey, um, do you think we could go get coffee again, you know, some other time?” 

Sam blinked at her for a moment, a little surprised, before he nodded his head. “Yeah, anytime.”