Jade's

10:12 AM

You wake up in bed next to Joel as always, your leg on top of his and his warm, big hand on your belly. This has been your reality since you moved in with Joel and Sarah and you couldn’t be happier. Even though Sarah was a bit skeptical at first, she’s grown into living with you, and you’ve grown into having a daughter. You three really make a good family, you only need a dog to be stereotypically picture perfect. 

Joel is sound asleep but you’re fully awake now, so you grab your phone and start scrolling until he decides to wake up.

It doesn’t take long for him to move, anticipating that he’s gonna get up soon, about three minutes you guess.

“Everyday I wake up with weird noises coming out your phone.”

There he is.

“They’re funny videos,” you answer, tossing your phone away and turning on your side to cuddle him. “Good morning, sleepyhead”

“Morning.” he yawns and places his other hand on your head, caressing your hair. 

“Joel,” you call.

“Mm?”

“I need to pee.”

“Then go.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“And why is that?”

“‘Cause I’m cozy and you’re really comfortable to lay on.” you pout.

“Baby, I’ll be here when you come back, ain’t going anywhere.”

“Ain’t going anywhere,” you repeat in a whiny voice, parroting him as you get up from the bed.

“Watch it,” he warns.

After a couple minutes you’re back in bed, but this time you lay almost completely on top of Joel, your head on his bare chest, arm and leg bracing him.

“We bought a big ass bed just for you ending up like this every day,” he says.

You did have to buy a bed. When you moved in, Joel’s bed was a mess, the mattress so wrecked you finally understood why he had so many back aches.

“Just say you hate me,” you answer and roll on your back until you’re on the very other end of the bed, giving your back to him with dramatism.

“Don’t start.” He uses his broad hand to grab your waist and bring you back on top of him. “Didn’t say I don’t like it.” 

You stay like that for a while, listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats until you speak again.

“You know what I’m craving?” you ask.

“Tell me.”

“Hot chocolate with marshmellows.”

“That sounds appetizing.”

“I wish someone could go and make it for me…” you suggest, soft launching you want him to.

“Mm, that’ll be good.”

“I would be so happy…” you sigh.

“I’m sure you would.”

“And that someone would get some head afterwards…”

“Hey, that ain’t fair.” he looks at you, shaking his head.

“Seems fair to me.” you shrug.

“Seems like manipulation.”

“Seems like you’re not getting head.”

“You’re evil.”

“You chose me.”

“Fine,” he says, getting up from bed. 

“I love you, you're the best.” you smile at him excitedly.  

“I’m spoiling you at this point.”

“Oh come on, you’re right where you want to be.”

Joel leaves the bedroom — only wearing boxers, and heads to the kitchen to make your drink. You feel a little guilty for it, but you also know he’d do anything to make you happy, even if he has to get up from bed on a lazy Sunday. 

You imagine him pouring the milk and mixing the cocoa powder, putting it in the microwave while he searches through the cabinets for the miniature marshmallow bag you made him buy the last time you went shopping. The microwave beeps after a couple minutes.

Joel’s steps get louder coming upstairs, and when he appears again in the room, the view melts your heart. 

He has a mug in each hand, your flashy drink and his plain coffee. “Somebody asked for hot-but-not-that-hot-but-definitely-warm chocolate with marshmallows?” 

“Oh my God thank you, you’re the best.” you smile at him remembering the perfect temperature you like for your drink.

“Already said that.” he hands you your chocolate.

“Yeah, ‘cause you are.” you sit up straight and grab it.

“Would you say it if I didn’t get up to get you your drink?” he sits again next to you, his back against the bedframe. 

“That would’ve been so mean.”

“I know, right?” he places a hand on your thigh. 

“But you didn’t, ‘cause you’re the best.”

Joel gives you a look that you answer to with a giggle. He’s not used to affection yet, the romantic type at least. 

“Is Sarah coming back late?” you ask. She’s gone for the weekend at Ellie’s, her friend.

“I guess so.” 

“Good.”

He looks at you furrowing his brows, silently asking you to elaborate.

“I wasn’t kidding about the… head thing.”

“Baby, you don’t have to, didn’t make you breakfast to get head.”

“But I want to, you’re so good to me, want to make you feel good too.”

“Are you comparing getting hot chocolate with sucking cock?” he asks so casually. 

“Kinda.”

“God damn…” he shakes his head. “Just finish your chocolate before it gets cold.”

“It’s already cold, but don’t worry someday you’ll learn how to nail it.”

He stares at you before saying anything. “Next time you want something you’re gonna get your ass there instead of making me-”

You shove a marshmallow in his mouth before he can finish his sentence. He didn’t expect it, that’s for sure because he’s got his mouth open and is looking at you puzzled. You close his jaw with your hand. “Good boy. That’s it, swallow.” you giggle.

You’re poking the bear and you’re aware of it, knowing he can put you in your place at any moment, but that only makes it more exciting. 

“I wouldn’t push my luck like that if I were you.” he says after chewing.

“You’re cute when you try to sound dangerous.” 

“Oh, yeah?” he places his empty mug on his nightstand, freeing his hands and crossing his arms.

“Mhm.” you take a final sip before copying him and placing yours on your nightstand. “Very scary, but cute, like a chihuahua.” 

“Those tiny motherfuckers ain’t scary, they’re all bark no bite.”

“Have you ever been chased by one?” 

“That sounds more like a situation you would get into, not me.” he pats your thigh. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

To his surprise, you get up, pull off the sheets and straddle his lap. “Anyways…” you trail your finger along his chest down to the waistband of his boxers. His hands find your waist.

“Angel, you don’t have to-”

You cut him off moving your hips forwards, making his body jolt. You lean to kiss his lips softly. “Let me make you feel good.”

Joel just nods as you grind against him to get him hard, it doesn’t take you long. 

When you consider he’s ready enough, you get off his lap and crawl between his legs under the sheets. Slowly, you hook your fingers on his boxers and start to pull them down. His cock is hard against his stomach, tip flushed and starting to leak. “Be good for me and take it,” you say. 

Before starting your maneuver, you grab your hair with your hand to stop it from being in the way and his cock with the other, bringing it to your mouth and licking the precum dripping from the tip. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. 

You continue to lick long stripes from the base to the head, wetting his long and thick shaft. Then, you suck the tip into your mouth, drawing circles with your tongue on his slit.

He bucks his hips up, searching for more. Instead, you back off. “Nuh-uh, just relax and lemme do the work.”

Joel obliges and lets his body fall flat on the mattress, bringing a hand to his temple. 

You go back to business, trying to get more of him every time you bob your head. You can feel him twitch when his tip reaches the back of your throat, your hand jerking the flesh that can’t fit in your mouth. You gag and pull out to take a breath, leaving a thread of saliva mixed with precum.

He’s wrecked, panting and cursing as you brush your thumb over his swollen head. You spit on it and let it drip down his length before sucking him off again, gagging around it and moaning so he feels the vibration. 

“Baby, ain’t gonna last much longer,” he says with trembling legs.

You pull out, “hold it.” then suck again, now taking his whole cock in your mouth until his hairs touch your skin. 

“Please,” he whines and you ignore it, still deepthroating him. 

“Can’t hold it, angel — fuck.  Please.”

You give your throat a break again, using both hands to jerk him off. “Please, what?” 

“You know what.”

“Mmm, not very sure about that. Tell me what you need.”

“Jesus… Just- let me cum, please.”

“That so? You want to come?” you jerk him faster. He just nods. “Then do it, baby.”

After some final strokes, Joel comes undone in your hand, painting it white with his seed. Staring at his eyes, you lick it all clean.

He’s still catching his breath, swearing he could come a second time just by seeing how his spend disappears on your tongue. “Goddamn,” he huffs. 

“Good?” you ask.

“More than good. C’mere.” he pats his chest, inviting you.

You do as you’re told and rest your head on his arm, hand playing with the hair on his chest. He pulls up his boxers, tugging in his softening cock. Then, his fingers find your hair and start to massage your scalp. 

“You’re too good to me,” he whispers before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“You say that now, wait until your cock is soft and I make you go for a sweet treat.”

Joel suddenly rolls and sets on top of you, caging you under him. “You’re my sweet treat.” he starts to leave wet kisses on your neck, making you giggle. 

“Already needy for a second round?” you tease.

“Just giving my girl what she deserves.”

“Sounds real nice.”

“Like hell it does.” he bites your earlobe and trails a hand downstairs, finding your drenched panties. “This wet just sucking cock?”

“I think I’m wet since you woke up honestly. You have that effect on me.” you trace his chest with your finger. 

He chuckles. “What am I gonna do with you...”

“Don’t know, but you can start by fucking me already maybe.”

“Yeah I like that idea, gonna fuck you so good.”

You grab his face and kiss him, but when he’s about to tug your panties to the side, his phone rings.

“Fuck!” he complains, getting off of you. “Ain’t no goddamn respect these days- oh.”

You look at him confused, wondering who’s calling. 

“It’s Sarah,” he answers before you can even ask.

Joel picks up the phone, grunting words instead of actually saying anything. He hangs up the phone and gives you a look. “Her friend’s parents can’t give her a ride. Now I have to go pick her up from wherever the fuck they live.” He gets out of bed and starts to put on the first clothes he can find.

“You’re not gonna leave like that, are you?” you point at his crotch, where his hard cock is making a big bulge. 

“It’ll go down in the car I suppose.”

Before leaving, he shoots a look at you.

“I ain’t done with you yet.”

“Mm, don’t know if I can resist starting without you.” you start to play with the hem of your panties. 

“Don’t,” he warns, pointing with a finger at you like an angry dad. It makes you giggle.

He leaves the room and, even though he doesn’t say it, he’s happy because he’s coming home with a daughter and has a wonderful woman waiting for them. 

Life is finally treating him right.

You’ve been on the road for about half an hour when Joel pulls onto the highway entrance of a gas station. He stops the car next to the gas pump and looks at you, giving little taps to the wheel.

“I’m gonna get some gas,” he says with a deep voice “won’t take long.”

You nod, stretching up in your seat and using the time to scroll in your phone a bit. Joel gets out of the car and walks towards the convenience store after pumping the gas.

Some minutes later, he opens the door with ease and gets inside, dropping in your lap a bag of chips and your favorite chocolate, you don’t remember ever telling him about it.

You look at the goodies and then at Joel, who’s buckling up like he didn’t do anything. 

“What’s this for?” you ask with a silly smile.

“So you shut up and stop asking where we’re going,” he answers, trying not to smile as he starts the car “eat it now before it melts.”

There’s still an hour or so ahead of you, so you decide to spend the time doing what you like the most: annoying Joel. 

“Joel,” you call.

“Mhm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“‘Course.”

“If you were a mermaid, what color would your tail be?”

He turns his head slowly to look at you with a dead stare. “What?”

“Your tail, if you were a mermaid.”

“I heard you.” his attention goes back to the road.

“Then answer.”

“Don’t know much ‘bout mermaids.”

“Just pick a color, Joel.”

“Blue?” he finally answers.

“Oh, that’s cute, you’d have your matching shell bra and all.”

He looks briefly at you, shaking his head before looking away again.

You smile, knowing you have plenty of questions waiting to be asked. “Would you pick me from the ground if I were a flower?”

“Yeah, whatever. I’d put you in a jar in my living room.”

“Oh.” you pretend to be hurt. “So you want me to rot and die away from my flower family”

“You’re impossible,” he says.

“Would you kiss a man to save my life?”

“Why would that ever be a condition for nothing?” he asks, starting to lose it.

“I don’t know, but I’m being held at gunpoint and you have to kiss a man to stop it. Would you?”

“I guess.” he shrugs.

“Has to be passionate, though. Can’t just leave a peck.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“It’s fun,” you answer with a wide smile. “One more question.”

His silence is your sign to go ahead, you’ve learnt that with time. “Would you still do it if you had to fuck Karen to save me?” the sound of her name in your mouth makes your guts wrench.

“Jesus…” he looks at you concerned, wondering why you brought her up. After some hesitation, he speaks. “You’re gonna be mad at me no matter what I say.”

“Probably.”

“Baby, I don’t know, I’d do anything for you so I guess option one. Even though just thinking about it makes me wanna throw up.” He’s being careful with his words, trying to not mess it up, but you outsmart him. 

“So you think I’m not capable of saving myself?”

He turns his head to look at you in complete shock now, not believing your ability to tease him so well. After his eyes are back on the road again, he says “that mouth needs some fixin’, but we’ll do something about it later, don't worry.”

You chuckle at his threat. The car ride goes flying after that, you listen to music and keep talking — no more questions, though. When the sky starts to turn orange, the landscape changes and the scent of sea salt fills the air, Joel pulls over a private entrance full of palm trees until he fully stops the car.

When you see where you are, you lose your breath.

It’s an amazing house, the type of house you only see in magazines or movies about rich people. Modern style with big floor-to-ceiling windows and spotless white walls. The best thing is that it’s right on the beach, literally, the sand begins where the terrace ends. The sound of waves breaking not so far away and the squawk of seagulls is the only sound. 

“Fuck, Joel…” you mutter, open mouthed, not able to look away from the house.

He doesn’t say anything, just turns off the engine and gets out of the truck. You follow him immediately, standing in front of the house amazed. 

Joel walks towards the backseats to start retrieving your stuff. You watch him out of the corner of your eyes and then the house again, something is off. 

“Hey.” You get closer to him, crossing your arms. “How the fuck could you afford this?”

He grabs your backpack, his own and your purse with an unfazed ease. He laughs, looking you in the eye. “Big client,” he says. “Wants to change a few things, I got the project and they offered me to stay while I work since it’s far and all that”

“And they let you bring me?” you ask, still skeptical.

Joel starts to make his way to the front door ahead of you. “Well… Didn’t really ask ‘bout it.”

You follow him with fast steps as he puts the key in the keyhole. “Mmm, lying at work for me. I like it.”

“Ain’t lying, just didn’t tell.” He opens the door and steps aside to let you in first “Come on, get in,” he says, spanking your ass slightly so you get inside. 

You get upstairs and find the master bedroom, which is practically as big as your living room and has an enormous bed — Alaskan king you guess, with amazing ocean views. 

Joel lets your backpack resting on the bed and throws his on the floor. “I’m gonna take a look downstairs,” he says, turning around. “Go through your bag if you want.”

As soon as he’s gone you open your bag. Even though you tried to spy him through your mirror, you want to see  what exactly he brought. 

You start to search trough your clothes.You see a couple dresses, shorts, bikinis, underwear — only thongs, and a couple of his tees you’re sure he wants you to keep. You find the red bikini you saw him put inside through the mirror. You take it out and observe it. “So clever, Miller,” you murmur, shaking your head. 

You take off your clothes quickly, hyped to take a swim, and you put the red bikini on with a beige beach dress. When you get downstairs, you find him looking inside the fridge. “Are we going to the beach or not?” you ask, leaning on your side on the doorframe with a sly mile. 

Joel turns and looks you up and down, smirking. He knows damn well what you're wearing underneath and he loves it. “Let me get changed first”

He doesn’t take long. You two walk out by the backdoor, as soon as your feet touch the sand you notice it’s still warm by the afternoon sun, but it’s starting to cool off.

You stop walking until you reach the shore, resting your stuff on the sand. You can’t wait any longer so you pull your dress off and throw it away with the rest of the stuff, being left in your bikini. Joel stops dead, crossing his arms as he watches you with what looks like a smile, but doesn’t get inside the water. 

“You’re not gonna swim with me?” you ask, walking backwards so you can see his face.

“Not a chance,” he says. “That must be cold as fuck. View’s better from here anyways.”

“You’re soooo boring.”

You get inside the water without second guessing. He’s right, it’s cold, but it feels nice, You start to get down slowly. Joel is still standing there, with his dark blue trunks and arms crossed playing his “tough guy that doesn’t like the beach” role. 

You smile, knowing perfectly how to make him change his opinion. 

Now that the sun is almost gone and there's nobody around, you turn around and start undoing the knot of your top, taking it off completely. Before you turn around again, you sink until the water reaches your shoulders, giving Joel a playful smile on the way. He observes you with attention from the sand.

When you’re fully facing him, you realize he’s not smiling anymore but walking to you. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days,” he says with a deep voice. 

You don’t have to wait a second longer. He forgets about the temperature and gets closer to you with confident steps. 

You try to swim away from him, but you can’t stop laughing and that makes your legs weaker, letting him get you. His broad and steady hands grab you by your waist under the surface, bringing you closer to him. Joel’s shoulders are also under the water. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, ending up a little taller than him like this but still having most of your body hidden under water.

Joel pulls you closer, if that’s even possible, and hugs you tightly. Still with the bikini in your hand, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a cheeky smile. “See? Wasn’t that cold.”

He snorts, but can’t hide a small smile forming on his lips. “You’re a public hazard,” he mutters. His hands grip your waist. 

You don’t have time to answer. Joel starts to lower his head and leaves a trail of wet kisses along your collarbone, getting lower down your chest. Between kisses, he looks up to meet your gaze, rushing your heart rate. The brush of his beard on your wet skin gives you goosebumps and sends shivers down your spine. 

You let out a shaky sigh and open up your legs more for him, making your bodies fit perfectly and grinding against him boldly. Joel smiles. He got what he was searching for. 

You don’t have time to get your breath back when he places a hand on your lower back, making sure you don’t go anywhere, while he rushes the other up, trapping one of your breasts. 

Joel gets his head lower, still staring deeply at your eyes, and his mouth finds your nipple, hardened by the cold. He sucks and bites it softly, switching between his lips and licks that make your back arch and your nails dig on his skin.

He’s watching you enjoy his ministrations as he switches to your other breast, repeating the process. He bites and sucks, leaving marks you know won’t disappear in a couple days. He doesn’t leave the previous one unattended, his hand does all the work giving a gentle massage. You think you could die happily right now. 

In the middle of all this, you can easily feel he’s getting hard under his trunks. It’s being impossible to ignore. With steady hands on his nape, you move your hips  gently, creating a friction that’s making you both pant.

Joel stops licking your nipple and grunts roughly. “You’re helpless.”

You completely ignore him. Joel runs a hand down your thigh until he riches the small, drenched, bottom. He hooks the down part with his finger and makes space with urgency. 

His hand doesn’t take long to reach between your legs. As soon as his fingers make contact with your sensitive bud under the water, you let out a moan and your hips move unwillingly, searching for more. He’s following a slow, punishing pace, and you know it’s payback, for making him get inside the cold water. You try to rush it up, but Joel’s hand on your lower back makes it impossible, pressing you more and impeding your movements. 

He clicks his tongue and talks in almost a whisper “Don’t be impatient, baby.”

Your head rolls back and you snort in desperation. He’s gonna drive you crazy. 

When he’s finally done teasing you and has his back and shoulders covered in claw marks, Joel pulls down his trunks enough to free his hard and warm cock. 

He slightly lifts you by your hips with both of his hands, not having to make an effort, to place himself on your entrance. 

Joel doesn’t wait any more. He thrusts upwards, making his way inside without hesitation. Any other day he would’ve worked you open with his fingers before using his cock, but this is different, this is desperate. You gasp in his ear when you feel the stretch. He buries his face in your neck, breathing raggedly while he hugs you with strength, giving you your time to get used to his size. After a couple seconds, you encourage him to keep going and he obliges, thrusting you slowly and deeply. 

Now the sun is completely gone and you’re surrounded by darkness. It would creep you out if you didn’t have Joel’s cock in your deep inside. You can’t stop thinking about his lips, so you grab his face to kiss him and get his attention. When he pulls his face away, he looks at you with eyes full of lust. “Fuck,” he mutters with a broken voice. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

You answer with a muffled moan, even though you’re alone you don’t want to draw attention and be caught. It’s being difficult for you to handle the angle, being where you are it’s making it harder than other times with him. You’ve been like that for a while when you start to get a bit overwhelmed. “Joel.” you gasp “I can't, I'm being for real, I’m gonna pass out.”

“You’re doing so good for me, don’t quit now.” Right after saying that, he lowers his hands from your hips to the back of your knees. He pulls them up, completely changing the angle and opening you wider. Then, he wraps his arms tightly around your back and thrusts, bottoming out in one go. He grunts as he hits your cervix and you feel his balls slap your ass.

This new position is so good and your head falls back, but you bite your lip quickly to try and stop the noise swallowing your scream. The beach is deserted, but you can still be heard. 

Joel realizes what you’re doing and grabs your chin to make you look at him. “Don’t,” he orders you. “Want to hear you,” he pants. “Need to hear you.”

 You do as you’re told, your mind is fogged, you can’t be bratty and ignore him right now. You let the first loud moan out and Joel’s reaction is fast, almost feral. He thrusts you over and over again, burying himself to the hilt, making you moan and pant even more. The constant rubbing on your clit and his thrust are making you feel your orgasm pool in your abdomen and, with a last moan, you come undone.

Your whole body tenses and, by instinct, you close your legs hard, trapping him in between while you come down from your high.

Seems like that was the only thing he needed to cum, because the next thrusts are brutal, fast and deep, followed by some slower and floppier, he’s so close. His whole body relaxes and he pulls you tighter on his arms, your chests are pressed against the other and his head finds his place on the crook of your neck again as you feel how he spills inside you. 

After catching your breaths, you say “That was… Interesting.”

“That’s the best you can come up with?” he tilts his head.

“Can’t think properly when I’m still shaking.”

He shakes his head with a smirk and grabs your hips to lift you up a little and free his softening cock, making you gasp with your hands still around his neck. 

“Hate when you do that,” you complain.

“Do what?”

“Pull out, feels so empty.”

“Poor baby,” he mocks. You pout in response.  “We should head out now, before you catch a cold.”

“Don’t think I can walk right now.”

“Didn’t say you had to walk.” He gets on his haunches to stand. “Hold on tight.”

He gets up pretending his body doesn’t hurt, but you know he’s aching right now. You’ll take care of that later. For now, you rest your forehead on his shoulder, pressing your bare chest against his. He squats slightly to grab your stuff from the sand and even though you offer your help, he insists it’s not necessary. 

You run a hand down his arm, grabbing muscle and leaving a kiss on his neck. “You’re so strong.”

“Sweetheart, stop it now before you make me hard again, don’t think you can handle another round.”

You giggle. “Boring.” 

“Still have to do something with that mouth of yours.”

“You love my mouth.”

“Damn right I do.”

He brings you inside but doesn’t let you on the floor until you’re both in the master bedroom’s bathroom. It’s big enough to match the room, with a shower and a bathtub, something you’ve only seen in movies. Joel is starting to turn on the shower when you have a better idea.

“Wait,” you say. “There’s a bathtub.”

“There is one, yeah.”

“So why not use it?” you approach it, sitting on the edge.

“Baby I’m hungry, wanna shower quick.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Fine. But you’re not escaping it.” You go outside the bathroom. 

“Where you going?” he asks.

“To get us clothes, unless you wanna stay naked which I’d appreciate but might be weird.”

You put on an old, worn out tee of Joel that he sneaked in your bag and underwear, he does the same. As you walk down the stairs, he says “there’s not much food, we should order some.”

“That sounds great.”

And so you do.

Thanks for reading :)

After a long day at your 9 to 5 corporate work the only thing you needed the most was to take off your office clothes and change into your comfy pajamas, soft cotton pants and a worn out tee, maybe Joel’s.

You pulled the key out of the keyhole and twisted the doorknob to get inside your empty house, dropping your purse on the floor and taking off your heels. You’ll pick them up later, now first things first. 

You headed upstairs with tired feet, eager to finally rest after a long week. As you changed into your comfies you thought about how a couple years ago Fridays meant going out until the clubs closed drinking and eating shitty food, now Fridays meant homemade meals and movie night with Joel, your boyfriend. He felt too old to be calling you girlfriend, even older to call himself a boyfriend, so he would refer to you as my girl, my wife, or basically just your name when talking to others about you. 

When you were about to leave the room you saw the book you’ve been putting off for weeks resting on your nightstand, so you took it and made your way downstairs, the couch calling your name. You sunk in, resting your head on a cushion and starting the book. A few pages in, your eyes started to feel heavy and without realizing it, you fell asleep. 

The sound of the front door opening woke you up around an hour later, Joel was back from work.

“I’m home!” he shouted, stopping when she saw you. “Oh shit sorry, didn’t know you were asleep. Did I wake you?”

“Don’t worry, I was about to wake up.” you yawned.

He picked up your heels and purse from the floor, where you left them, and put them aside. He placed the purse in the coat rack and the shoes in the shoe cabinet so you didn’t have to. 

You took a second to look at him, and God, he looked hot. He was a bit sweaty, work clothes on, paint splatters all over his arms and that damn tool belt. It was a pity to you that he took it off. 

“I’m gonna take a shower.” he let you know as he went straight upstairs.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, not sure about if he heard it but too tired to say it again louder. 

Fifteen minutes later Joel was back in the living room, only wearing sleep pants and hair still wet. He walked towards you and sat on the couch, placing your legs to rest on his lap. You thought he looked even hotter.

“Long day at work?” he asked, caressing your thigh with the palm of his hand. 

“Long week at work,” you corrected, closing your eyes again.

You stayed like that for a while, not even bothering with small talk. Just Joel and you resting your eyes together now that it was finally Friday. You were starting to feel your eyelids heavy again when Joel broke the silence. 

“We should make some dinner, how does that sound, huh?” he said with a tired voice.

“Can’t we order take out?” you asked, getting comfier on the couch.

“Baby, we’re gonna end up paying for their kids' college if we keep ordering that much.”

You snorted, clearly not wanting to move, but you were hungry too so making dinner didn’t sound that bad. 

“Up.” Joel patted your thigh, getting up from the couch as you lifted your legs. 

You got up after him, making your way to the kitchen. Joel walked behind you, staring shamelessly at your body.

He loved seeing you in clothes like that, some sweats, an oversized tee and messy hair. You had lots of revealing clothes he enjoyed seeing you wear, of course, but nothing could compare to the stuff you wore around the house. He always got off on seeing you wearing those clothes, and that was what was happening in that moment. 

Joel hugged you from behind tightly, breathing you in. 

“We’re not getting any food done if you start like this,” you complained, not being bothered, but wanting to tease him.

“Stop flirting then.” he bit your lobe before going back to business like he didn’t do anything. 

“I’m not flirting!” you laughed, watching him getting ground beef out of the fridge. 

“Yes you are, I come home and I find you all sexy wearing that.” he pointed at your outfit with his chin.

“Joel, this is literally the most anti-sexy outfit ever.” you watched him get the tortillas out of the pantry. Tacos it is then you thought.

He shrugged and put the pan on the stove, starting to toss the meat in. You grabbed the spatula out of the drawer and took his place at the stove breaking up the ground beef. He got the cutting board and started chopping onions. 

You were seasoning the meat when Joel walked behind you to grab the tomatoes that were next to you drying on the drainboard, but as he passed by, you felt him brushing himself against you. Your kitchen wasn’t very big, but he definitely had enough space to walk past easily. He was teasing you discreetly, using actions instead of words to show you he was in the mood like he always did. 

You ignored it, wanting to know how far he could make it. 

Tomatoes chopped, he repeated his modus operandi. This time sliding a hand around your waist as he reached for the lettuce. You smirked to yourself, enjoying his eagerness. 

“Do you want something, Joel?” you turned to face him and not so surprisingly, you found out he was already half hard under his pants. 

He got closer, pressing you against the counter and letting you feel his growing hard on. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“I think it’s very obvious,” you said, moving your hips to get some friction as he rinsed his hands on the sink.

“You think so?” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and started to kiss the empty space on your neck. You gasped at the sensation.

“Joel, the meat,” you panted as he bit your flesh “it’s gonna burn.”

“Then make it quick.” he stepped away, placing his hands on your waist to start to turn you around “bend over, darling.”

You obliged, not questioning the fact of doing it right and then in your taco smelling kitchen. 

He pressed his palm against your back to get your ass up higher and lined better with him, then he hooked a finger on the waistband of your pants to pull them down. You were left in your panties, sweats hanging on your knees. 

Joel used his foot to part your legs wider and palmed your ass with his broad hands, pressing his clothed erection against you to tease you. 

“I thought you said quick,” you puffed, dying of expectation. He laughed at your desperation and pulled your panties down, taking a second to stare at the wet spot you formed.

“Already dripping,” he said and then spanked you slightly. He pulled down his own pants, freeing his leaking and fully hard cock. Joel never bothered with underwear around the house. 

He grabbed his cock by the base and lined it with your entrance, hoping you could take it without foreplay. Quickies were often on your daily basis, you both had a busy life and little to no time, so bending over the kitchen counter or against the bathroom sink worked perfectly fine, even though it was harder for you to adjust to him at first. 

You moved your hips back, urging him inside and gasped when the tip started to stretch you open. He kept going in, soothing your lower back as he pushed inside.

“So tight,” he grunted “that’s it, nice and slow.”

You crossed your arms under your head for support as he sped up his pace. It hurt at first, but as soon as his thrusts became harder it turned into burning pleasure. Eventually you adjusted to his girth and he could finally bottom out, making you both moan and gasp. In other circumstances he would tease you, dragging out completely and pushing back in slowly, but this was fast and desperate. 

Joel noticed you clenching around his length, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, finally catching some release after a long deprived week. To help you out he slid a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit in circles just like you liked to ease you. You moaned and panted as his movements became sloppier.

“Joel, I’m gonna come,” you managed to say.

“Me too, baby. Come with me.”

A couple more thrusts and pants later you came undone. Joel didn’t take longer either, spilling inside you thick ropes of cum with a final grunt. He grabbed the counter for support as you both caught up your breath, still pulsing inside you. 

When the two of you came down off your high he pulled out, making you gasp at the loss. 

“Wait, don’t move,” he said, pinning you with a hand as the other one reached for paper towels. He then cleaned his own cum that was dripping over your leg. You shivered at the contact with your aching core.

After that you looked at the stove, which you completely forgot about, and saw the ground beef was almost burning. You put back on your pants and panties and turned off the heat, placing the pan aside. 

“I told you this was gonna happen.” you scolded him with a sly smile. 

“Looks good to me.”

“I think we shouldn’t trust your opinion on what looks good.” you gestured toward your clothes with your hands.

“I just fucked you against the counter but you still think you don’t look good.” he shook his head “do I need to bend you over again until you get it?”

“Maybe later.” you started to scoop the meat onto the tortillas “finish cutting the lettuce.” you ordered, pointing at the untouched vegetable with the spatula. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Your night finished eating burnt tacos on your couch and watching a cheesy movie Joel complained about because he didn’t want to see it — but he ended up enjoying it, even though he would never admit it.

You fell asleep mid movie cuddling him in the living room, he was talking to you when he realized you were sound asleep, so he finished the movie, cleared the table and brought you to bed carrying you in his arms. 

You're at the teacher's lounge when you see Paul, your colleague, approaching you.

"Hey," he says getting closer, he almost looks nervous "there’s an antique fair near my house. Do you feel like going this afternoon? We can eat at my place after we leave and head straight there."

You immediately say yes, you’ve been sad because of Joel for a couple days and tired from working, so the idea of going out doesn’t sound bad to you. "Yeah, see you after class then."

Paul smiles widely and says goodbye. You feel a shiver on your stomach, are you nervous? you have no doubt Ellie would say that he definitely asked you out, but this is just friends being friends. Even though you know this doesn’t mean anything you can’t avoid getting a little nervous thinking of going to his house. You have to forget about Joel once and for goddamn all and the universe is giving you the best chance to do it. 

The rest of the day goes as normal as always, you give your classes, the students complain… You almost don’t have time to think about going to Paul’s house later and even less to think about Joel and his fuckass behavior. 

When the bell rings, signaling the end of classes, you pack up your things and head to the staff room to meet Paul. You get there before he does, and by the time he shows up, you’ve been waiting for a few minutes. There’s almost no one left in the building, so you decide to head out right away.

"How were your classes?" he asks as you start to walk towards the exit.

"Same as always." you shrug "I think I’m bonding with the students, today two girls confessed to me that they think they’re falling in love with a teacher." you both start to laugh. 

When you make it to the front door, Paul opens the door for you so you can get out first. You get out of the building and start to walk towards his car, but what you see freezes you on the spot. 

Right in front of you, there’s a truck parked. Its owner is leaning against it, arms crossed and staring dead at you two. Staring dead at you. It’s Joel. 

"Joel?" you ask, very confused "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" 

"I’m talking serious, Joel."

"I’m here to pick you up, so…" he gets out of the way.

"I already have plans, so…" you mimic his tone. 

"Plans for right now?"

"Well not right right now but-"

"Then you can get in the fucking car." he opens the passenger’s seat door. 

"I think she already said no," says Paul. 

Joel stops looking at you to glare at him with a death stare. This whole time he was ignoring Paul, but now his full attention is on him. "Am I talking to you?" he snorts back.

Paul turns to look at you and places a hand on your shoulder. "You wanna go with him?" he asks you.

You're left speechless in front of them, not knowing what to say to any of them. You look at them and they look at you, expecting you to choose. What are you supposed to do? Paul invited you over to eat at his place, but now that you think it better it might be a little awkward, what if he tries something? you’d reject him and you’ll be weird after that. Joel made the effort to come here for you, even though you don’t like it at all he’s trying, you’d feel bad if you just leave him here. 

"I’m sorry." you sigh, talking to Paul "Send me the address and I’ll go later."

"Are you sure?" he looks disappointed.

"Yeah." you sigh again, turning to Joel "We have things to sort out."

"Well, call me if you need anything. Okay?"

"Okay," you say as you get in the car.

After that he goes away on a beeline to his car, and from your seat you can see Joel hiding not so well a smirk, an "I won" face after a pissing contest. How mature. Maybe you should’ve gone with Paul instead. "Don’t be like that, he’s a good guy," you say when he’s inside too. 

"Ain’t doing anything."

You don’t say a word. It’s not like you can give him an answer to that. He speaks again. "So you’re dating, or…?"

"Why do you care? It’s none of your business.""

"You’re right. None of my business."

Awkward silence, here we go. You didn’t mean to sound that rude, but the question took you off guard. The least you can do is answer him. "We are not dating. He’s just a colleague."

"A very concerned one I see. That damn kid was about to jump on me."

"Can you stop it? you turn your body to face him "What the fuck is your problem, Joel? You came here to pick me up just so you can judge me?"

"That’s not-"

"Then what? What do you want to talk about, Joel? Why am I in your goddamn truck?"

"I didn't force you in, you decided to." he never stops looking at the road.

"Oh come on, I can’t believe I’m not on my fucking date for being here, this ain’t going anywhere."

"So now it is a date." he grabs the wheel tighter. 

"Yes, Joel, it is a date. Or was, I don’t even know if he’ll ever want to after all this."

"Won’t be a big loss."

His sass is driving you crazy, honestly you don’t know what’s his problem or motivation. 

"What do you want from me?" you ask again "‘Cause I really don’t understand what’s going on. You don’t want to be with me, but you also don’t want me to be with someone else."

"I’m here because I think we could’ve ended things better."

Motherfucker. 

"Oh you do? That’s funny ‘cause it is exactly what I tried to tell you the day you decided to be the cruelest man on earth with me." he doesn’t say anything, so you keep getting it all off your chest "I just wanted to talk, and you pushed me away. I wasn’t trying anything, didn’t want you to say you love me," your voice cracks "‘cause I know you don’t. But you didn’t have to be cruel."

The silence after is criminal. You turn your body completely to the other side, facing the window to hide the tears falling down your cheeks, but eventually you sob louder than you could control, and he hears.

"Are you crying?" he asks, looking at you for the first time in the whole ride "Baby, don’t." he places a hand on your thigh.

The sound of the word "baby" on his tongue burns on your ears. You already told him to not call you that, but he doesn’t seem to mind. You shove his hand out of your leg and he looks at you like he’s hurt, you can see his reflection on the window. 

"I’m really sorry about that."

"Right," you say with a sigh. 

"I really mean it. That day I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to be far from you to no fuck it up more and didn’t know how to do that."

"You could’ve told me instead of hurting me, ‘cause that’s what you did." 

"Not what I wanted."

"But you did."

Silence again. This time it lasts about five minutes until you can’t hold it in anymore. "What’s gonna happen now, Joel?"

"I don’t know." he sighs. 

"Well, you'll have to figure that out, ‘cause I’m starting to move on with my life. I can’t wait for you forever, you know that." 

He doesn’t say anything, you’re already parked on your driveway and Joel won’t even look at you.

"Tell me to stay with you and I’ll do it, Joel. Tell me to stay and I won’t doubt, I won’t hesitate. But I can’t be your secret anymore. I can’t live my life knowing you want to hide me." You give him time to answer your question, but you guess he isn’t brave enough to publicly be with you, maybe he just used you all this time. "Alright," you mutter "Everything has been said."

You get out of the car slamming the door and running inside. 

・・・・・

An hour later you're in your room getting ready for your date. Thankfully Paul sent you the address, at least he still wants to go out with you even though now it’s you the one that doesn’t wanna go, not really in the mood. But anyways, you're sitting in front of your mirror trying to cover up your face so you don’t look wrecked. 

You're so deep in your own misery that you don’t realize someone is knocking on your door until it brings you out of your thoughts. "I’m coming!" you yell as you make your way downstairs so whoever is knocking cuts it off. When you open the door you feel your mouth dropping to the floor "The fuck?"

Joel is standing on your front door, flower bouquet in hand. It’s a simple one, three roses wrapped in plain paper that he’s holding with a mix of fear and expectation. He clenches his jaw. "Can I come in?"

"Joel, what are you doing here? My dad-"

"He’s not at home," he starts "It’s Friday, he’s with Emily, right?"

You sigh and step aside so he can come inside. When he does you close the door, taking a second to turn and face him.

"These are for you." he hands you the flowers "I didn’t know what else to do to apologize, thought you’d like them."

"I do, thanks."

You keep your head down, observing the bouquet until he breaks the silence. "You told me you’d stay if I asked you to."

"And you didn’t answer."

"I’m answering now. I want you to stay."

"This is fucked up, Joel," you whisper in disbelief.

"I know, it has always been fucked up."

"Why are we like this?" you sigh, bringing a hand up to cover your face.

"Like what?"

"Stupid." you let the bouquet on the coffee table "We can’t be together but we can’t be apart either. How can we even explain that? It hurts to be with you and hidden, but it hurts even more to forget you. I can’t live like that, Joel. I can’t forget about you if you keep appearing in my life asking me things you know I can’t give you."

"I just want you to forgive me."

"I can’t forgive you, Joel." you move the hand away from your face "I can’t forgive you because you’ve been treating me like shit." your finger finds his chest, pressing aggressively into it "you let me down, you made me feel fucking used and disgusting."

Suddenly what was only pressing a finger is turning into pounding your fists on his chest, trying to make him get away from your mind, and he doesn't even flinch. He stands there, completely unfazed. He doesn't budge. It’s like hitting a brick wall. 

"Easy, you’re gonna hurt yourself," he says calmly.

His steadiness is driving you nuts. As much as you try to move him, he's stronger, you got nothing to do against his broad build, but that also means you can keep punching him to let it all out. "I had a fucking date with a nice guy and you ruined it making me get in your goddamn truck." punch "Instead of getting ready for the date that he agreed to push back, I'm here arguing with you because you don’t let me move on with my life." you’ve completely lost it, lashing out with three quick punches. 

"That’s enough." he grabs your wrists, stopping you from hitting his chest

Joel is now holding you tight with his hands, his jaw clenches and your eyes stare at each other deeply. You lean toward him until your lips are inches apart, nearly brushing but not making a move. 

"I hate you," you whisper looking at his mouth.

"You sure?"  he asks, gripping your wrists tighter.

Your breaths hitch, coming in short gasps, as you watch his chest rise and fall sharply. 

Fuck it.

You press your mouth against his, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back. His hands let go of yours, the both of them quickly moving to tangle in your hair. 

"Tell me to stop," he says, breaking the kiss. 

"Shut up," you answer, searching for his mouth once again. 

Joel uses his big calloused hands to angle your head and deepen the kiss, his tongue asking for permission. He’s driving you crazy, you can feel the wetness starting to form between your legs and you know he’s seconds apart from growing a hard on in his pants. You’re both craving going further, so who are you to stop it from happening?

"I need more, Joel." you pant "I need you."

"Hmm… What happened to ‘I hate you’, baby?"

"Stop being a tease and take me to the bedroom, Miller."

That was the only thing he needed to hear. He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you in his arms as if you weigh nothing and making his way upstairs, to your bedroom. 

Having Joel in your room isn’t new, he’s been here probably once or twice in all the years you’ve known each other, but this is much more different. He puts you back on the ground and starts kissing your neck like a man in hunger. As you're standing there, you feel a bit ashamed for having the room messy, some clothes on the floor and makeup still splayed on your vanity, which reminds you you should be getting ready for your date with Paul. Fuck. 

"Joel, you start "shit, I… I have a date, remember?"

"Hmpf…" —he bites and sucks at your neck "Don’t go."

You should not think that this is a good idea, but right now you can only picture Joel between your legs, not a fucking antique fair. 

"Call him and tell him you’re busy," he continues, putting his hands under your tee to caress your body "Tell him you can’t make it."

"Okay… Yes."

You move away from Joel, searching for your phone with trembling steps. It’s on your vanity. You grab it and call Paul’s number while Joel stands behind you, finding your waist under your clothes with his broad hands. The phone rings three times before Paul answers. "Hi?" he says.

"Hey, um… About the antique fair…"

"Is everything alright?" he interrupts you "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn’t I?"

"Well, I don’t know. That dude seemed mad, maybe I shouldn’t have let you get in his car…"

Joel is listening, and he laughs at that, his hands still exploring your body.

"You wish…" he mutters not so quietly.

"Is he with you right now?" Paul asks, confused. 

"It’s complicated, but anyways what I was saying-"

From behind Joel works the zipper of your jeans undone, managing to fit a hand inside. He finds your panties and starts to toy with them, running his fingertips along your wetness, making you gasp. 

"Hello?"

You realize Joel's little teasing made you quiet, not finishing what you were saying. 

"What I was saying is that I can’t make it, I’m sorry."

"Because of him?"

"What? No, no it’s not because of him-"

Joel tugs your panties to the side, brushing a finger through your folds and pressing it on your entrance, making his way inside. 

"It’s not because of him." you manage to say "I’ll  make it up for you, I promise."

You don’t give him time to say anything else ‘cause you hang up the phone immediately, tossing it aside. You’ll find it later. 

Joel walks you in front of your mirror, hand still buried in your core. "This the mirror you sent me that picture?" He’s talking about the bruised hips and his tee picture, the one you sent after you almost got caught in his room. 

"Uh-huh." you nod.

"Mmmm." he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, breathing hot air against your neck "Look at you, so pretty all wrecked for me."

You start to move your hips against his hand, seeking for the much needed friction he’s not providing you. 

"You want something?" he mocks, you nod pathetically "What do you want? Tell me."

"I want you fingers, please." you move your hips, gasping when his digit brushes your aching bud.

"I love it when you get so desperate." Joel starts to finally draw circles in your clit, looking at your eyes in the reflection mumbling filthy words in your ear. So wet… You’re drenching my fingers… You like it, huh? 

He doesn’t take long to put two thick fingers of his free hand inside, making you squirm from the stretch. You place your hands on the mirror, steadying yourself before falling apart. The way his fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot he only knows how to reach and the constant rubbing on your clit is almost too much. White heat pools in your lower belly, you can feel your knees going weak. 

"Joel, I’m close." you pant.

"Then come closer, baby." his thrusts speed up and he teases your earlobe with his teeth.

You come undone on his fingers and Joel fucks you through it, never stopping his ministrations until you can’t even remain standing properly. He takes his fingers out, completely soaked with your slick, and places them on your lips, urging your mouth open. You lick them clean, tasting yourself on him. 

The sight gets him harder if that’s even possible, you can feel the bulge trapped inside his jeans against your butt. Joel speaks again in your ear."I’m gonna fuck you now, get in the bed."

He sets you free and as you make your way to the undone bed he spanks your clothed ass, that shouldn’t turn you on that much. 

You're laying on your back with a pillow under your head for support as you watch Joel getting undressed. His flannel goes out first, landing somewhere on the floor, next his jeans, and when his cock springs free your mouth waters. It’s already leaking and pink, rock hard and intimidating. 

"You cold?" he asks "why so many clothes on?" 

"Waiting for you to rip them off of me." you shrug.

Joel gets on top of the bed with ease, his hands tugging off your pants like his life depends on it. You sit straight to take off your tee and bra. He’s staring, so you straddle his lap and put your arms around his neck. The only thing covering you right now are your panties, which are drenched and clinging to your cunt. You can’t resist the need to grind yourself against his throbbing cock, winning a couple grunts from him that he quiets sucking on your nipple. 

You're moaning his name loudly as he sucks and bites, pinching the other one at the same time between his fingers. When he’s satisfied, he leans you again on your back, standing on the floor with his knees glued to the bed and taking off your ruined panties. You lift your hips to help him. 

"I’m gonna have you walking funny tomorrow, ‘s gonna hurt to move." 

"That a threat?"

"You won’t be so mouthy when I’m fucking you stupid…" he lifts one of your thighs to place your ankle on his shoulder and his hand caresses the back of it.

"You keep saying it but I still haven’t seen any of it."

"Keep running your mouth like that and you’ll regret the attitude." he spanks the back of your thigh. With an eager hand he grabs his cock by the base and lines it up with your entrance, your body quivers with anticipation, clenching around nothing. 

Joel starts to push the tip inside, and oh, God, he’s stretching you out. You’ve been apart for so long that you had forgotten how big he is, how good he stretches you. He’s not fully in yet and you already feel full. He uses a hand to make you look where he disappears inside of you. "See how good she’s swallowing me." he grunts "I bet she’s missed me."

"Don't be so full of yourself," you say, leaning back again.

"You’re the one full of myself here."

Even when getting his dick wet he has to keep with his goddamn sass, and now that you think about it it is one of the very many reasons you have to be mad at him, but who cares at this point. 

When he finally bottoms out you scream at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix. He’s thrusting you harder each time, slipping it out completely to put it all in again. It’s hard to keep your eyes open, but he’s not taking it. "Keep those pretty eyes on me or I’ll stop." he leaves a peck on your forehead when you oblige "That’s it. Oh, I’ve missed you, honey." he says while he drags his cock out "So fucking" he thrusts again and pants "much."

You're moaning shamelessly when Joel grabs your hand and places it on your lower belly with his on top. "You feel it, baby?" he asks between thrusts.

"Oh, yes!" you scream as you feel with your hand the bulge of his cock in your stomach. 

"Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, squeezing me so fucking good."

Joel brings your other ankle up to rest on his shoulder and leans forward, pinning your legs against your chest. The new angle is making your vision blurry, feeling him deeper now. "Joel, I- I can’t," you whimper "‘S too much."

"Yes you can. C’mon you’re taking it so well."

He’s feral at this point, grunting and thrusting and pinning your hands up your head against the mattress so tightly that you know it’ll leave a mark. His balls slapping against your butt are making an obscene sound that’ll be hard to forget any time soon.

You can feel your second high getting closer, making your legs shake even though they’re caged under him. The pressure on your clit is too much and you're starting to feel his cock on your lungs. "Joel, I’m gonna come," you pant breathlessly.

"Mmm… I don’t know pretty girl, you’ve been very bratty. You know only good girls get to come, maybe I shouldn’t let you."

"Oh, please. I can’t hold it anymore. I’ve been good."

With ease he flips you around, setting you on top. "Then go for it. Milk my cock and fucking come."

His hands find you hips and grip them like you're going to fly away. Even though he’s asking you to ride him, he’s the one thrusting his hips up and making you follow the pace. You don’t last much longer, with your hands on his chest and your legs gripping him tight, you come hard.

"Fuck baby, I’m gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna let me?" 

"Yes, Joel. Please," you moan.

Thick pulsing ropes of cum fill your insides, you can feel Joel's dick softening inside you when you collapse into his chest, legs still shaking. 

"S’okay babygirl, I got you." he caresses your bare back with his hand "I got you."

You're still laying on his chest and he’s still gently caressing your back. You cuddle him, listening to his raced heartbeat and feeling his chest rise and fall, trying to get the lost breath back.

"You did very good, baby," he mutters against your forehead, leaving a soft kiss as he keeps tracing invisible lines on your back.

You lift your head and rest your chin on his chest, looking at his eyes and trying to engrave the glow of his eyes, the curve of his lips and the bridge of his nose in your mind. Joel looks back at you with the same intensity and shifts the caresses to your cheek. "Stay," he murmurs, almost begging, as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

It takes you a second to decide your next move as soon as you feel his hands on your skin and see that look, full with something that Joel Miller rarely gives: Love.

"I don’t really hate you," you say with the same tone "I forgive you." a smile forms on his mouth, so you keep talking "But it isn’t that simple, Joel. I need to know this is real, that you won’t run away again. I have to learn how to gain back my trust."

Slowly, you get off of him, letting his now soft cock slip out of you and whining at the loss. He scoots over to make room for you next to him, and you put an arm over his chest as you rest your head on his arm. He places a hand on your waist and pulls you closer. "I’m gonna make you feel like the most loved woman on earth," he whispers against your head.

As he pronounces those words you're wishing it’s true and that he won’t run away from you again, but Joel has a long track record of unkept promises.

You don’t have time to say anything back to him because gets up the bed and goes straight to the bathroom after putting back his boxers. You stay laying on your back, looking at the ceiling and thinking about what you have just done, hoping you don’t regret it. 

Joel is back in the room with a towel in hand and, without saying a word, he sits on the bed, parts your legs open and starts cleaning the sticky mess off your cunt. 

"I can do it myself, don’t worry," you say trying to get the towel from his hands.

"Lemme take care of you."

This morning you wake up alone. You run you hand along Joel’s side, where he should be, but the linen is already cold which means he’s gone to work long ago. You vaguely remember him leaving a kiss on your forehead and the sound of shoes leaving the room.

You stretch in bed, still feeling yesterday night's events on your muscles. You look for your phone and see that Joel texted you a couple hours ago.

Joel: Went to work

Joel: You can have whatever you want for breakfast

Joel: Make yourself at home

You leave your phone on the nightstand and stare at the ceiling before getting up. Make yourself at home. It’s funny to you because you’ve been waking up in this house for years now, but today you're on his bed wearing his clothes, it makes a big difference. Anyways, you get up and go straight to the kitchen, coffee is a must right now.

On your way to make breakfast you see a couple dirty dishes in the sink, you’ll wash them later for him. You look at the coffee maker next to the stove, it’s full, he probably made it before leaving. You smile and grab a mug, Joel can’t live without coffee.

With a mug in one hand and a bowl with cereal in the other you head to the couch. When you sit you can’t avoid remembering what you did on this same spot not so long ago.

While you eat your cereal you grab your phone to text him good morning so he knows you're up. You thought he would take longer to answer since he’s at work, but he’s quite fast.

You: Good morning :)

Joel: About time… 

You: I was so tired

You: I wonder whose fault it is

After finishing your breakfast you wash the dishes. There wasn't much, just a plate, a fork and a mug. Joel’s diner and breakfast you guess. Right after the dishes are clean and left to dry you go back to his bedroom to make the bed and air out the room. Once it’s done you're about to leave the room, but then you remember the night you were here and how he opened the nightstand drawer to grab a rubber. You wonder what more he has inside there… Curiosity is killing you so you go straight to open it.

You're left open mouthed the moment you see your underwear tucked away inside. A thong. Dark blue. The same one he kept inside his pocket after you hooked up in your hotel room. You completely forgot about it, God, he has had it since then. You’d love to tease him about it, but then he’ll know you’ve been snooping through his stuff, and it puts you off even more after you find prescription bottles. It looks like he’s on medication for anxiety, gastric ulcers, and blood pressure. You had no idea.

You close the drawer and pretend nothing happened. This is very intimate and you don’t want him to feel like you're invading his space, if he wants to tell you he will sooner or later, but you can’t avoid feeling bad for him.

Shortly after, you sneak into your house to grab your clothes for your date tonight. Even though your father’s car wasn’t parked there you were still worried he could be inside the house for some reason, but thankfully it was just you being paranoid.

You inspect your closet to find the perfect outfit. You know Joel is not going to dress up, he’s most likely going to wear a flannel and jeans, but you want to look a bit more put-together now that you have the chance to have a date with him, so keeping it casual is not an option.

A long light pink dress is your final choice. You put it in a duffel bag alongside silver high heels and matching accessories: earrings, a necklace and some bracelets. You also store inside your makeup bag. Before going back to Joel’s you take a moment to paint your nails to match with the dress.

A couple hours later you're sitting on the couch watching TV when your phone buzzes.

Joel: Coming for lunch

Thank God he’s coming, you were running out of ideas to entertain yourself until he’s done.

・・・・・

You hear the sound of keys opening the front door so you sit straight on the couch. Joel comes through it with a tired face and tense shoulders. He eyes you up and down, probably spending more time than needed on your thighs, right where his t-shirt ends. "Looks better on you," he says, a bit dryly, even though his eyes say something else. You can just smile.

He goes straight up to the kitchen, boots echoing on the wood floor with each step. He slips the backpack off his shoulder, letting it fall to the floor with arms akimbo. "Well, let’s cook something." he turns to open the fridge and starts to pick some vegetables and meat to put on top of the counter, but he runs into the cereal box you forgot to put away "Cereal? Wasn't there anything more filling?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he grabs a cutting board.

"I’ve cleaned your dirty dishes, Joel, don’t be so fussy," you joke.

He snorts as an attempt of laughing and gets closer to you to grab the nape of your neck and leave a peck on your lips. Joel tries to step away from you but you don’t let him, you wrap your arms around his neck and get him closer to you, smiling against his lips. He doesn’t take long to react. He growls softly in your mouth and grabs you firmly by your waist, gluing you to his body until there’s no space left in between.

"We're never going to eat if you keep this up," he mutters in your mouth, but doesn’t move away.

"Let’s get into it, I’m hungry," you answer smiling and stepping away just a little to see his face "Get on with the meat, I’ll cut the vegetables."

"No way. You’ll cry cutting the onions and I’ll have to deal with you. Cut the meat and try not to cut your finger, not in the mood to drive to the hospital," he says, handing you a knife.

You get down to work in the space you have and in less than forty minutes you have your food ready.

"Did you sleep well? I hope I didn’t wake you up when I left," he asks, starting to dish up.

You nod and answer as he hands you a dish. "I did, your bed is really comfy."

"My bed? You must mean that I am really comfy, you’ve spent the whole night lying on top of me."

You feel your face heating up and stay silent for a second as you walk to the dining room. Then you remember what you saw inside the drawer a couple hours ago. "I also made the bed," you add, looking at him through the corner of your eye to see his reaction.

Joel looks at you for a second, his fork halfway through his mouth, but doesn’t seem to care much. You catch yourself disappointed by his reaction. "You didn’t have to, most days I don’t even do it ‘cause I don’t have time."

"It’s nothing."

While you eat you don’t talk much, you keep a comfortable silence that’s only interrupted to occasionally comment how tasty the food is.

"I like this," he says, breaking the silence.

"The what?" you ask, not knowing what he’s referring to.

"Coming home and having you here."

Your heart skips a beat. Joel’s not the type to talk about his feelings, and he saying it so naturally as he keeps eating his food shocks you.

"I like it too," you say with a warm smile in a low voice "even though I have to deal with dirty dishes and undone beds."

He snorts, smiles and you can see his shoulders loosen after his long day at work. “Having you here” is his way to communicate he’s comfortable around you, which means a lot after seeing his medication. You finish your meal and Joel clears the table. Observing him moving so confidently around his own kitchen after being fucked by him and sleeping on his bed gives you a harsh reality check. He’s your father’s best friend, he’s always there for him.

Seeing Joel in this domestic situation makes the forbidden look ordinary. It’s crazy how fast you’ve forgotten who’s him to the rest of the people now that you’re alone with him in his house. His voice brings you back to reality.

"It’s too hot outside to do anything," he mutters snorting and drying his hands with a cloth.

"We don’t have to do anything." you propose, leaning on the kitchen counter.

He looks at you up and down without saying anything. He walks towards the living room and lets himself fall onto the couch, giving a couple of taps on the empty spot beside him as an invitation.

You sit where he’s asking you to, and without a second thought you rest your legs on his lap. Joel doesn’t say anything, he just rests a hand on your thigh and squeezes it softly while he turns on the TV and lowers the volume until it’s just a mutter.

"Gonna take a nap?" you ask when you see he’s closing his eyes and resting his head.

"Just for a bit. It’s been a long day."

You stay like this practically the whole afternoon, swapping between nodding off and innocent caresses. It’s just the two of you.

When the sun starts to set down and the living room goes darker Joel stretches himself on the couch and yawns. He checks his watch and then he looks at you, eyes not fully awake yet. You remember he was going to take you out tonight, you hope he’s not too worn out. "Are you too tired to keep your promise?" you ask him. Joel looks at you confused "You know, taking me on a date tonight," you drag out your words so he has time to remember.

"I wouldn’t call it a promise, but no, I ain’t that tired."

"Call it whatever you want." you get up from the couch "I guess I should get in the shower already."

You start to leave, expecting him to follow you, but he doesn’t. You're just a couple feet away from the couch so you call him out from there. "You’re supposed to come with me after I say I’m going to get in the shower, you know."

Joel turns, still sitting, and looks at you. He doesn’t say a word, but he stands up quickly to follow you. You don’t wait for him, the moment you see he’s walking towards you you keep your route to his bathroom, having him chase you.

You don’t waste time getting undressed so he can find you naked when he makes it to the bathroom. It doesn’t take long though, you were just wearing a t-shirt over your panties.

The door opens and Joel appears. He takes a second to realize what he’s seeing and with a smile he closes the door behind him. You get under the warm water as you watch him get undressed, what a pleasant view. During this whole time, until he gets in the shower, you can’t avoid looking at every single movement that he makes, every mole in his body, every visible scar.

Once you’re both inside and Joel is fully soaked you get closer to him and kiss him, apparently it’s an innocent kiss and he doesn’t doubt to follow it. It starts slow, without rush, your lips are synchronized and self‑assured, anticipating each other’s moves flawlessly. Then, your tongues meet and everything turns more intense, what started as an innocent game is now something more heated.

You move away just a little, as much as Joel’s tight grip on your hips allows you.

"Don’t start something you can’t stop," he warns you, barely brushing his lips against your neck.

"Who said I want to stop?" you answer.

Slowly, you start to kneel in front of him, eyes glued to his still, until your knees touch tile and you have his cock in your face. Joel takes a deep breath and a smile slips out from your mouth without noticing. You face down, but before you can even do anything he grabs your chin, making you look at him. "Are you laughing?" he asks in a low voice "you’re such a slut for it."

You're about to say something, but he keeps talking. "Hands behind your back."

You do as you're told without a second thought. Your hands are crossed behind your back and you wet your lips. Joel seems to be pleased by your expression, because he runs a thumb along your lips down to your chin, pressing slightly to open your mouth.

Joel places his hand on the nape of your neck and you get closer to him to take him on your mouth. You level your head to get comfier, which makes you break eye contact with him. He answers by pushing you back with a hand on your forehead and forcing eye contact back. "Keep your eyes on me," he orders with a deep voice.

Without looking away, you stick out your tongue, and start taking him again. At first you move slowly, trying to stay steady with your hands on your back, but once you get used to it you bob faster.

Joel grunts, grabbing you by your hair as he praises you. You move away to catch some air, forming a thread of saliva that connects his tip to your mouth

"Oh God." he sighs, tilting his head back. He brushes his cock on your lips, and without letting go of the nape of your neck he cleans any single trace of saliva and precum "Now I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, okay?"

You don’t even have time to nod when Joel thrusts again, deeply this time. You gag and your eyes go watery once you feel the pressure on your throat. That drives him crazy because he thrusts harder each time. Even though you're enjoying it, you can’t think of anything besides having him inside of you.

You manage to pull him out. He looks puzzled, but waits for you to say something first.

"I need you inside of me Joel, I need it now."

"We have to be responsible." he lets go of the grip on your head and caresses your cheek with the back of his hand.

"I’m on birth control," you say looking at him with desperate eyes.

He looks at you, analyzing what you just said, but doesn’t spend much time thinking about it, he needs it as badly as you do, so he helps you stand up. When you're back at his level he turns you around and makes as if to hug you from behind, but he’s doing it to guide your arms to place your hands on the wall. "Keep your hands there." he leaves a kiss on your shoulder before he lets go of you "Now, spread your legs for me."

You widen the space in between your legs. You can’t see what he’s doing, but a hand grips your hip and by the sound he’s making you can tell he’s pumping himself before coming in. He’s taking longer than you can wait right now, so you move your body enough to make the tip brush your entrance. You shiver just by that small contact. Joel chuckles. "Poor girl, so needy for my cock."

Right after he finishes his sentence he thrusts you deeply, catching you off guard. He gives you a couple seconds to get used to his size and then he moves again, keeping a slow pace that stretches you so good but it’s also frustrating. "Go faster, Joel." you pant.

"Ask for it nicely." he pulls out almost completely to thrust back in one blow.

"Fuck," you cry out "Okay, please Joel, go faster."

"That’s it." he doesn’t waste any more time and begins to speed up.

Feeling Joel bare against your insides is definitely something else. Your walls clench around his length so tightly that you're starting to lose your vision.

Your arms are getting tired and you can tell you're close. You're moaning loudly with each thrust he gives you, whining nonsensical words. Joel is also close, his movements are falling out of pace, now he’s following a messy one which he can barely maintain. He spanks you in the ass as he grips you hard with his other hand. You moan pleased.

"You like that, huh?" he asks.

You gasp for air in response. He mutters something you can’t understand and gives you another spank before grabbing you tight with both hands this time, you know his digits are going to leave a mark on you.

"Where do you want it?" he asks.

"Come inside, please," you say in between moans before reaching the edge. Your hands leave the wall after you come.

Joel gives you a couple more thrusts before spilling all inside of you. You can feel warm loads filling you up. He pulls out making you huff, the emptiness is heartbreaking.

Your legs are trembling and you can barely stay on your feet. Joel notices that and places his hand on your lower back, right where you need it to keep yourself standing. You place yourself under the rain shower head, water running down your sore body.

Joel is behind your back so you turn around to face him. Without saying a word you rest your forehead on his chest, which lets you hear his racing heartbeat, and you close your eyes feeling water pour down on you both. You feel cold shampoo on the crown of your head before his fingers massage your scalp.

You don’t say anything. He seems so focused on your hair and you're still recovering, but that doesn’t stop you from looking up to his face. "Joel," you call him.

"Mhm?"

"I love you," you say.

He stops moving his fingers, but he doesn’t remove his hands from you. He stares for a second longer. "I know."

There’s no mockery in his voice but honesty. He leaves a kiss on your forehead and keeps going, rinsing your head until there’s no more soap.

・・・・・

When you finished your shower you kicked Joel out of the bathroom, you didn’t want him to see you until you wre fully ready. It may seem silly, but you really wanted to surprise him. He got out unwillingly, but he did.

Now you're in front of the mirror, finishing getting ready, while an impatient Joel is hurrying you up. You try to ignore him, but you run out of patience and end up getting out of the bathroom. You go downstairs trying to stay composed even though the heels, the nerves and the rush are not the best combination. When you reach the last step you find Joel standing there, arms crossed. He’s wearing a flannel and jeans, how predictable.

Joel ogles you up and down slowly, like if he were memorizing every detail. You get a bit nervous by his silence so you say the first thing that comes to mind. "What happens? Do I look ugly or something?" you ask, trying to look normal while you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

He takes a step forward and because you're still in the stairs your eyes meet at the same height. He shortens the distance until you can smell his cologne. "You look amazing, but right now I can only think about tearing that dress off of you," he says slowly, dragging the words "you’re lucky we’re already late."

You feel your cheeks starting to burn and you laugh at his comment, it makes you forget how he didn’t even dress up for the occasion. You walk to his truck and head out to a restaurant just outside town. On your way you don’t do anything exciting, you just talk. Everything feels so natural, so real, that you forget about anything else. It’s just Joel and you going on a date.

When you arrive at the restaurant Joel opens the door of the truck for you so you can get out, what a gentleman. You give him a big smile, not trying to hide your excitement, and you walk inside the place. You're walking arm‑in‑arm with him, and it feels so weird to do it when there’s so many people around, but after all that’s why you are so far from home, to avoid running into people you know. That way you can enjoy your company.

Dinner goes amazing. You talk, laugh, you even flirt with each other. The very basics about dates.

"You didn’t mention the birth control thing," he remarks. It’s not a judgemental tone but an intrigued one.

"Oh, I started taking the pills when I realized we were doing it often, just precaution," you answer, making it seem like no big deal.

Joel doesn’t say anything, he just stares at his food frowning, he’s thinking about something. "So, does it mean that we can repeat what we did today again?" he asks, almost whispering.

You almost choke when you hear his question so you drink some water before answering. "I won’t say no," you answer, clearing your throat.

You both smile at each other and continue with your dinner.

Go read the full story! this is actually chapter fifteen lol

Tomorrow’s the big day: Sarah’s birthday party. She has invited a bunch of classmates, old friends, cousins… Her house is going to be full of people. 

Do you really get along with all these people?  you asked her when she read to you her guest list. You only turn eighteen once, she replied. 

These last few days you’ve been going out with Ethan until he had to go back to California. Dinner, movies, malls… He even came to eat at your house once. You’ve been trying the whole time to never be left out alone with him, avoiding places that could give you maybe too much privacy, but he’s not dumb, he noticed what you were doing. 

You were driving back home from the bowling alley, him behind the wheel, as usual. You said he didn’t have to, but he insisted, claiming he didn’t trust Texas’ madmen. 

"Is your dad home? we could watch a movie or something," he asked, hopeful. 

He put his hand on your thigh and started caressing it, but you were highly distracted thinking about Joel. "He is, I’m sorry."

"Well, you can come to my friend’s place then, he said he’d be gone ‘till ten."

You didn’t know how to say that you're not interested in him anymore, that another man already has you head over heels, so you just kept playing pretend. 

"Look, Ethan, I’m really tired, we should leave it for another time." That’s the best you could come up with, followed by your best try of a smile. 

He kept driving, silent this time, both hands on the wheel. When he parked on your driveway you turned to look at him and noticed he was frowning.

"I'm not really sure if you remember why I came to Texas…" he said without looking at you.

You hesitated for a bit at first, knowing damn well what he was talking about. "To see me?" 

"To have a last night with you," he corrected you "And it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna happen. Not if you keep feeding me pretty lame excuses."

"Ethan, you know there are things that can’t be forced…" you were starting to feel personally attacked "If I don’t want to, you can’t make me do it, that’s how it works," you said, crossing your arms.

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds. It was an awkward silence, you could feel Ethan’s gaze burning your face, judging you. 

"Has Joel something to do with all this?"

Your legs started trembling and you could feel your face going white. You looked him in the eye and saw a kind of jealousy never seen before. "The fuck are you talking about?" you muttered.

"He’s always looking after you, like a lot more than he should. The other day at the barbecue, he was staring at me the whole time like he didn’t want me there."

"He’s just taking care of me, Ethan," you said defensively "I’m his friend’s daughter, that’s it."

"You know it’s not just that. I’ve seen how he looks at you, and you don’t look at your friend’s daughter like that."

You started to worry about your father noticing you fighting through your living room window or whatever. "Stop talking bullshit."

He let out a brief sarcastic laugh. "Bullshit?" he repeated "Do you really think I’m blind or something? Every time Joel appears your mood shifts. You tense, you sort of avoid me, and he keeps a close eye on me." he clenched his jaw.

"That’s because my father told him about you," you reply rapidly "He just wants to protect me like a father would, it’s totally normal that he wants to know my friends!" 

"It’s not normal," he interrupted you "It’ll be normal for a guy his age to not give a shit about us. It’ll be normal for him to step aside, and he doesn’t. He’s always in the middle."

He looked at your house, making sure there was no movement behind the curtains, and then he fixed his eyes on you again. "Besides," he added "he can’t stand me. Since day one. It’s like he’s pissed by us being together, like he doesn’t like that you spend more time with me than with him."

"Are you being for real? You’re just saying the first thought that came to your mind ‘cause your fragile male ego can’t accept that I don’t want to hook up with you!"

Ethan’s gaze turned into something darker and you started to feel a little scared. You had never seen him like that, suddenly he seemed like a whole different person than the boy who gave you flowers on your first date. 

"My male ego?" he leaned a little over you "then explain to me why every time we enter your neighborhood you let go of my hand, why do you get nervous when he’s close, why can’t you be alone with me and do the only fucking thing I came for, huh? Explain it!"

You felt a knot on your throat. You didn’t want to lie, but it was worse to say the truth, and seeing Ethan acting like that was affecting you more than you could handle. "I’m not having this conversation now," you claimed as calm as you could "Go home and call me when you feel relaxed so we can solve this." you opened the car door to get out, but his hand wrapped around your wrist. Not hard enough to harm you but to make it clear that he wasn’t having it. 

"I don’t like being lied to," he said looking deeply at you "even worse if it’s all about an old dude that could be your father."

"Let go of me," you demanded, tensed, trying not to sound fragile. 

He did let go of you, but he didn’t back off. Quite the opposite, he smiled like he always does. A smile that always seemed cute to you, but now was seeming dangerous. 

After a moment of hesitation he backed off, hands and sight on the wheel again, but before leaving, he added "I hope you give me what you promised me when I came here," almost in a whisper.

"I didn’t promise you anything," you said, mimicking his tone.

You got out of the car and got inside your house. you took a look through the peephole with your heart racing, to make sure he was leaving. 

Then you were sitting on your bed thinking about how that situation developed. Obviously you did not see him again. Even though he called, texted and even showed up at your front door, you rejected him every single time. What scared you the most wasn’t him acting like a weirdo, it was the fact of him realizing something was happening between Joel and you. But he’s gone. He’s in California where he should be, bringing him here was definitely a big mistake but it’s solved now, or at least kind of.

・・・・・

Music at the Miller’s is already loud before nighttime, you can hear it from your bedroom while you get ready. You don’t know how much time will you have until someone complains, this neighborhood is full of oldies. 

You're wearing a dress that you bought in California one of your last years there and your favorite pair of cowboy boots. You take a moment to decide if you should get your hair up or leave it loose. In the end, you decide to grab a hair tie just in case you need it later. 

Before leaving you say goodbye to your father and tell him that you’ll probably stay over, so he doesn’t wait for you awake. You look at your reflection in the mirror one last time and get out of the door. 

When you arrive to the party there’s already plenty of people. Sarah appears outside the door, plastic cup in hand and a big smile on her face. She’s not dressed up elegant, but it’s clear she made the effort of dressing better for tonight. "You made it!" she shouts at you "I thought you’d back out honestly."

"There’s no way I could miss this," you say "someone must be the responsible adult here."

You can’t say anything else ‘cause Sarah’s handing you a cup like hers, can’t complain. You slyly eye the whole house looking for Joel, but he’s nowhere to be seen. All you see right now are teenagers scattered around in different groups and a giant poster on the threshold that says Miller’s party. 

There’s so many people here that you don’t know where to start socializing. You look around and recognize some faces, but you don’t think you could start a conversation with no one here. You see Sarah, she’s totally in her element, you don’t want to crash onto her group.

Suddenly, the social awkwardness kicks in. You’ve been standing on the entryway for a while, looking in all directions with your plastic cup in hand. You decide to wander around before committing social suicide. 

Being in this party without knowing anyone makes you wanna go for Joel, and you can’t hold a smile when you remember how he “saved” you from that guy on the bar when you were looking for solace in your friends. Your feet start to walk unconsciously upstairs, but someone stops you.

"Hey." The voice comes from behind your back, but you know he’s talking to you ‘cause it’s followed by some taps in your shoulder. 

You turn around and get welcomed by a guy not older than eighteen. Super tall, six foot two maybe. He’s looking at you leaned on the wall in a desperate try of looking nonchalant, it looks so forced that you even feel sad for him. 

"I’m Eddie."

You introduce yourself too and start chatting. He’s a little bit weird, not gonna lie, but he’s kind and also the only person that cared to talk to you tonight. He’s telling you that he has finished high school and that he’s not very sure about what he should study in college. He also says that he met Sarah at the computer club and that he was surprised to be invited to her party ‘cause he doesn’t go out much. 

You yap a little too, talking about your experience in college and your degree. You end up comparing some artworks, you didn’t expect it but he knows about art history. 

When you're going to drink from your cup you notice there’s not more beverage left. Eddie notices it too. "Come with me, let’s get a drink," he says, pointing at the drinks table. 

While you fill up your cups you stay silent, listening to the music. 

"So…" Eddie starts, getting closer to you "Did you come with your boyfriend?"

You smile and shake your head, taking a sip. "I don’t have a boyfriend."

"You don’t? That’s crazy, you’re so pretty and clever to not be taken already."

He steps closer and you back off slightly. That’s when a silhouette going downstairs caps your attention. You recognize these steps and broad shoulders immediately. It’s Joel. You make eye contact and you can see him smiling a little, but he quickly sights Eddie, looking fast at you again. That’s when he turns around and goes back to his bedroom. God, you're sure he thinks you're flirting with  this guy when it’s quite the opposite. 

"Hey, uhm, you’re very sweet," you say between chuckles "but I like my men older. Call me at least when you’re old enough to drink."

You apologize to him and head upstairs to find Joel. You can feel the alcohol doing its effect on you, you feel a little dizzy so you have to take a sec to stop and think which of these doors is his. You can still think clearly though. Your hand is on the doorknob and before twisting it you realize it’s the first time you're going to cross this door, you’ve never been in his bedroom before. You feel a tingling in your stomach and that’s the adrenaline you needed to open the door. 

God bless the moment you decided to do this. When you step inside you find the room illuminated just by a nightstand lamp and Joel resting on his bed, his back against the headboard, reading a book. But what surprises you the most is that he’s wearing glasses. 

Impulsed by the alcohol you close the door shut behind you, leaning against it and not moving. 

Joel looks at you over the top of his glasses. He’s frowning but his eyes seem amused. "After all that we’ve been through you should start learning how to knock on doors," he comments quietly, closing his book and leaving it on top of the nightstand. He doesn’t take off his glasses, a detail that you appreciate very much. 

You don’t say anything back ‘cause you're busy burning the image of Joel reading a book in his bed into your memory. You have to go back to reality when he gets off the bed and starts walking towards you. 

He leaves you stuck behind him and the door and scans his eyes through your face. He runs a finger around your cheek, it’s barely a touch, but it makes your heart start to race. "Where’s Sarah?" he asks, making sure she’s distracted and won’t come after you. 

"Distracted enough with some friends."

Then, what you’ve been expecting for a long time finally happens. He lifts his hand. Not to touch you, but to lock the door. A little sound that would fly under the radar to most people, but it means much more to you. It’s intimacy, a moment of privacy, a moment where it’s just Joel and you, where it doesn’t matter who’s your father and who’s his daughter. 

"I didn’t know you wear glasses. They make you kinda sexy."

Joel shifts his gaze to the floor and quickly takes them off. "Just for reading."

"Didn’t know you read either." you smile at him and he smiles back. 

"What are you doing up here? Thought you were having fun down there."

You shrug and snort. "I was starting to get bored," you say while you start to play with the hem of his t-shirt. He’s wearing his pajamas, a white basic t-shirt and some grey tracksuit bottoms. The movements of your hands make your fingers touch his stomach, letting you find his happy trail "I thought I could have more fun here."  you look him deeply in the eye. 

Joel doesn’t answer right away, you're starting to doubt if he has heard you but he finally answers. "Do you? I saw you having way much fun with your little friend in my kitchen" as he speaks you feel a big hand being placed on your lower back, pushing you closer to Joel. 

"Well… It’s been fun," you say "but I have something better in mind."

You slid your hand slowly down his abdomen to his crotch. You don’t take your eyes off of his and you can feel how he breathes out, his gaze turning into something lustful. "You’re drunk. I can smell liquor on you."

"And you’re getting hard," you answer boldly, looking directly at his bump. 

He moves your hand away from his body and pulls you hair back, making you look at him. "And whose fault is that?" he grunts.

"I don’t know, you tell me," you answer with a smile, putting your hand back where it was.

"You never learn, don’t you? I warned you, if you kept acting like this I would have to find some privacy to make you regret your behavior…"

"And that’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about since then." 

Your last comment pulls the trigger for him. When you finish your sentence he grabs your waist and lifts you up in the air, making you throw your purse on the floor,  manhandling you to take you to his bed. You land alone on top of the mattress because he’s standing next to the foot of the bed. It seems like he doesn’t like the distance between you so he grabs your legs to pull you closer to him, taking a second to throw your boots away. 

He takes off his t-shirt but you don’t have time to react because he’s suddenly on top of you, devouring your mouth with hunger. Your tongues look for each other and he starts to slide a hand under your dress, caressing your stomach. 

Joel steps away from you and you snort as a complaint. You don’t want him to stop. You open your eyes to find his, he’s looking at you like he’s afraid to break you. "Are you sure about this?"

You pant. Your hand reaches the back of his neck and you stick your mouths together as an answer. He laughs in your mouth and keeps moving his hand higher inside your dress until he reaches your breasts. He then starts to rub a nipple in circles, making you arch your back and let out a little moan.

"Shh." he hushes you "we can’t be loud."

He grunts in your neck but doesn’t move his hand away from your breast. You place your hands on his back, scratching it, and one of them tangles on his hair. "Make me be quiet, then." you tease him.

Joel backs off from you. You open your eyes to complain about it, but the view leaves you out of words. 

He’s standing at the foot of the bead, with your bent knees glued to his hips. His shoulders are red, your claw marks all over them, messy hair and gasping for breath. His lips are swollen from kissing. 

"I have a way to keep your mouth busy," He says while he plays with the waistband of his pants. He looks at you, searching for something he’s not going to find: rejection. 

You sit up, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Tempting…"

A smirk appears on his mouth. He offers you a hand and helps you to get up. He’s now sitting where you were, legs slightly open, arms extended backwards, leaning careless. 

You kneel in front of him. Your knees reach the cold floor and you put your hand over his thighs without looking away from his eyes. You start to slowly pull down his pants, no rush intended. When his bottoms are already on the floor you take a moment to stare at his erection. 

He places a hand on your cheek and caresses it. You move your head to catch his thumb with your mouth. Joel takes a deep breath while you suck his finger, twirling your tongue around it while you stare deeply at his eyes. Your hand reaches his cock, feeling it grow harder. Joel moves his thumb, trying to bury it deeper, but you don’t let him, so he grunts. You think you’ve played with his finger enough, so you slide your mouth off his wet thumb. 

You lean towards his crotch and start to leave wet kisses on top of his boxers. You know he’s enjoying this when he pets your head with his hand. You bite his inner thigh while your hand plays with his dick. 

"Fuck, stop playing and focus." Joel pants, moving your head away. 

You smile and give in, pulling off his drawers. His erection pops up in your face and you prepare yourself for what’s coming. You steal a last look from Joel and then you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. 

You lick his length going from the base to the top, and when you reach it you introduce the tip inside your mouth while your hand slowly pumps from the base. You move your head up and down, trying to suck more of his length each time. 

Joel’s panting and gasping blend with the party’s music. He’s moving his hips following your pace, helping you to get more inside without forcing it. He occasionally lets out little moans followed by arching his back, which makes you know he’s enjoying it. 

His tip reaches the back of your throat, and you know he felt it because he pants immediately. The pressure on your throat makes you shed some tears, but that doesn’t stop you. You let out some muffled moans so he feels the vibration, making him feel more pleasure. 

"Oh, god…" he pants "You’re being such a good girl for me."  

Your jaw starts to ache a little so you decide to focus in another zone. You take his cock out of your mouth and a little thread of saliva appears, connecting his dick with your lips. You start to jerk him with one hand, keeping the same pace as before, as you place your mouth on his balls. 

You suck one gently knowing it’s a sensitive area and rub the other one. He’s tensing more and more as you keep working on it, meaning he’s close now, so you go back to his dick, spitting on his tip. You grab his whole length with both of your hands, and press and rub gently the tip with your thumb. 

Joel goes stiff and moans. "Where do you want it?" he asks urgently.

"Wherever you want to," you answer quickly. 

"Open your mouth then."

You obey and stick out your tongue for him. He gets up and your hands fall away from him, but you place them on your thighs. He jerks himself faster with one hand and grabs your head tight with the other one. 

Precum starts to drip from his dick and you lick it looking at him lustfully without hesitation. He seems to like it, because it makes him finally orgasm. 

Joel rests his cock on your tongue, making his load drip all over your mouth. He’s still jerking himself, trying to prolong the orgasm until he thinks it’s enough and sits back on the bed, exhausted. You swallow his cum and get closer to him. With a finger you clean the excess off your face and lick it, staring deeply at him. He looks at you completely wrecked

You don’t let him react ‘cause as soon as your face is clean again you jump on top of him to sit on his lap and pull your dress over your head. Joel places his big hands on your waist, lustful eyes devouring your naked body. He starts to leave wet kisses all over your neck, and slowly moves one hand to your panties. His touch makes you shiver. 

"You’re so wet for me…" he whispers in your ear. 

"Are you sure you can handle another round? At your old age?" you tease him. 

"I think someone needs to have her attitude fucked out of her."

Joel flips you around and tosses you against the mattress, leaving you resting on your back. He’s standing, heading to his nightstand. You lean forward a little to watch what he’s doing. He opens the top drawer and grabs something. When he turns around you can see he has a rubber on his hand. You're leaning on your back again with your legs bent but closed, watching his figure appear back in front of you. He brings it to his mouth and rips it open. He’s taking it out of the wrapping and putting it on, this view is the sexiest thing on earth for you right now. 

"I repeat that we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to," he assures you. 

"If you want to stop I can always go back to my little friend down there." you tease him. 

"I deserve to be paid for tolerating you." he snorts. 

"I may know a way to pay you…" you slowly open your legs, extending one to brush his V line with your foot. 

Joel caresses your extended leg. "Oh, yeah?" he says as you wrap your legs around him, making him get closer "didn’t know you were doing sexual favors now," he says that with a humorous tone of voice and then starts kissing you. 

"Only for you." you stop the make out to say it but then go back. 

Joel moves his hand to your panties and grabs the waistband, asking you for permission with his eyes. You nod and lift your hips to help him take them out faster. He props a leg on top of the bed and pulls you closer to him. Then he grabs his cock and starts brushing it against your clit, making you desperate. "Joel…" you gasp "Please…" 

"Please what, darling?"

You bite your lip, unable to answer his question.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asks, starting to push the tip inside. 

You pant and nod, biting your lip harder. Joel smirks and thrusts you slowly, letting you get used to his length and eventually increases the pace. His cock slips back and forth, giving you more inches in every thrust. You moan against his neck trying not to be loud, digging your nails on his back. 

He slips out of you and grabs you to turn you around as he wants, putting you on all fours. He spanks your ass and slides inside again, making you moan loudly as you didn’t expect it. Joel grabs you hair and makes a ponytail with his fist, pulling so pleasingly tight and uses his free arm to grab you from your belly to get you closer, if that’s even possible. 

"Does he fuck you like this?" he thrusts deeper "Huh?"

"Who?" you ask, almost in tears. 

"Your goddamn boyfriend" he pants "does he?"

"Ethan? Well, I can’t complain."

You said that just to tease him, whatever you had with Ethan is nothing compared with how good Joel is making you feel. Even though he’s being rough and you're on the verge of tears, happy tears. However, he did not like your answer. He starts to fuck you harder, spanking you every so often. "Are you sure?"

You can’t do anything other than moaning right now, and he takes it as a “no”. 

"Yeah, that’s what I thought," he says panting.

You start to feel closer to your limit so you grab the sheets tight. "Joel-" you pant "I’m gonna come."

"Do it baby, cum for me."

You do as he orders, reaching the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Joel keeps thrusting you until he comes for the second time this night, his load filling the rubber. You're laying on the bed trying to catch back your breath when Joel does the same, tapping on his chest. "Com’ere," he orders me. 

You cuddle with him resting your head on his chest, still thinking about what the hell just happened. 

Joel has a hand on your shoulder and is lightly tracing his fingers along your skin down your spine, leaving feather‑light touches all around. You’ve never seen this side of Joel, he’s being gentle, touching you like he’s afraid of harming you if he touches you wrong. You’re still naked, but it’s not sexual anymore, it’s intimate. 

You could stay here forever listening to his heartbeat, it’ll be easy for you to fall asleep right now, but you can’t avoid thinking this is just after care, he must be doing this because he feels like he should. Anyways, he brings you back to reality as he breaks the silence. "Have you done this before?"

You raise your head to look at him. "Done what? Sex?" you smirk.

"No, smartass, I meant being with someone older."

"Well, we used to say in California that what happens in college stays in college, but I kind of slept with a teacher." realization hits you and you remember that even though you just fucked him he’s still your father’s friend "Don’t tell my dad," you say with frightened eyes. 

Joel is looking at you open-mouthed, but not in a I’m-mad-at-you way, it’s something more like it-all-makes-sense-now.

"Don’t look at me like that" you laugh, closing his mouth with your hand. 

"Should I be worried about it?"

"Nope. Next topic. Do you do this often?"

Joel is silent and seems confused, so you specify more. 

"Bringing girls to your bed…?"

"No." He’s direct.

"Then why do you have rubbers on your nightstand, the most accessible and convenient place to have them?" 

"It is normal to have sex when you’re single."

"And when was the last time then?"

"I think you’ve done it more recently than me." 

"Me?" you laugh at his thought, he really thinks Ethan and you fucked. 

"Well, you and your little boyfriend."

"He’s not my boyfriend, and we did not have sex while he was here."

Joel looks even more confused now. 

"I mean, the only reason he came was to do it with me, but I didn’t want to and now he’s kinda mad at me for that."

"But, why not?" he’s now caressing your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

"Guess I was waiting for you, if that even makes sense."

"I haven't thought about any other woman neither since all this started."

After a moment of silence where you just stared at each other, you decide to ask the question that’s been burning on your throat since he kissed you on this bed for the first time. "So, are we being exclusive for now long or…?" 

Joel smirks at your question and shifts his hand from your hair to your chin, brushing the back of his fingers along your face before grabbing your chin. "I just fucked you once and you already want to tie me down, what a greedy girl we have here," he says that last sentence putting his thumb over your lips "You don’t have to worry, babygirl." 

"This is so messed up," you whisper "but I guess there’s no turning back at this point."

"I know, but we’ll figure it out."

To ruin this beautiful moment, your phone starts to ring. 

"Fuck!" you get up from Joel’s chest, covering yourself realizing you're still naked, and search for your phone. 

You can feel Joel is enjoying the view, so you ask him to turn around. 

"I’ve had you naked in multiple ways and now you’re shy? God damn…"

You grab a pillow and throw it at him "Just turn around!" you yell in a whisper as you're picking the call. It’s Sarah, God have mercy… 

You start to collect your clothes now and get ready as fast as you can. Sarah called to ask where were you, because she’s opening her gifts now. Boots on, panties on, dress on, purse in hand, perfect.

"You can turn back around now."

"I still don’t understand why you’re shy all of a sudden."

"‘Cause I’m not drunk anymore, that’s it."

His phone starts ringing too. Sarah. you better leave before something goes wrong. You go downstairs and find Sarah talking with a friend. When she sees you she stops the conversation to go after you. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you!" she grabs your arms.

"I, uhm, I’ve…"

"Wait," she looks behind you and touches your dress "are you wearing this inside out?"

Fuck. 

Joel starts to walk down the stairs, she has seen him. 

"No fucking way." she covers her mouth with her hands. 

"Sarah, I can explain…" you start to panic, you feel like you're going to throw up. 

She starts to laugh, confusing you. "You’ve hooked up with someone?"

You feel like you can breathe again. Oh God, she thinks you’ve been hooking up with some random guy when it was, in fact, her father. 

"Uhm, yeah… Yeah. Don’t tell anyone, I’m not proud."

"Oh my God but who was it?"

"Sarah, I really don’t want to talk about it."

"Okay, okay, but go and put your dress on the right way." she pushes you towards the bathroom. 

Go read the full story! this is actually chapter nine lol