he lives in daydreams with me

Scenes that all start with blankets of snow covering quaint little towns, houses draped in warm white lights - Some hopeful adventure full of twists and turns that all end with the same frame of a single snowflake falling from the sky, representing the ’magic of Christmas’ before the heavens open, downpouring like glittering confetti. 

It’s a picture that always seemed like such an alternate reality compared to the festive season in Austin. 

Here, you always knew Christmas was around the corner when your Dad would bring home some limited edition seasonal brew, ending the work week sprawled on the sofa beside Joel, both sets of their feet propped unceremoniously on the coffee table. 

Even the sound of the can cracking open had always seemed different. More special somehow as they’d both bring their beers to their lips, satisfied breaths following a lengthy swig, before muttering every year without fail - this is the good stuff, should sell this all damn year round. 

Every December sees Father Christmas donned in red flannel and a cowboy hat, streets of people at their doors with bright eyed children watching in wonder as he rides on horseback, spreading festive cheer with a heartfelt wave and a courteous tip of his hat.

Perhaps your favourite memory though, had always been the sight of Joel’s truck annually decked out with an array of colourful lights. Even ten years younger you’d always found it funny how a man of so few words and readable emotions could drive around all winter long with a display of such obnoxious Christmas spirit. 

Part of you always thought he’d only ever done it just to see the way your face lit up each year. 

That same nostalgic haze of colour flickering through the window is what draws you from your book now, as you sit curled up on the sofa, ears pricking at the sound of his truck screeching to a halt on the driveway.

You look over to your Dad beside you, his nose buried in the local newspaper, mindlessly engrossed and unaware of his dearest friend's arrival. 

“Dad?” you peer at him over the inked pages, drumming your fingers impatiently on the back of your book as you wait for a response that never comes. 

You shift in your position with a soft sigh, kicking your foot against the sole of his slippers in a more foolproof method to get his attention. 

“Damn it kid, what is it? I was readin’ about this community light switch on you’ve been buggin’ me about” he grunts, scowling at you over the rim of his reading glasses. 

You stifle a laugh in response to his sour attitude, noting how his attention is immediately back on the paper within seconds.

“You didn’t say you were expecting Joel tonight” you muse, nodding your head in the direction of the window. 

He sits up abruptly with a deep groan, the newspaper crinkling in his hand as he pulls his glasses from the tip of his nose. 

“Goddamn it, that’s right. Forgot to tell ya” he curses under his breath. “He dropped by this mornin’ while you were out. Said the tree looked great, I told him it was all you, obviously” he grumbles, waving his hand in the direction of the Christmas tree, incandescent lights twinkling softly. 

“Oh?” you say dumbly, raising a brow in confusion. 

He nods once. “Asked if you’d help him put his decs up… says he’s useless with all that sorta stuff. I said you’d be happy to help” he tells you sternly, his pointed look insinuating that there’s not exactly a choice in the matter. 

“Course she’s happy to help. Wouldn’t let me throw my back out now, would you kiddo?” Joel’s voice sounds from behind the sofa, startling you. 

Your dad lets out a loud chortle, quickly opening his newspaper up again with a shake of his head. 

He’s oblivious to the look you and Joel share. The suspicious way your brow curves upwards, the smug smirk he’s failing to hold back from his lips. 

“I guess not,” you finally reply. “Someone’s gotta take care of an old man like you, right?” you cross your arms knowingly.

Joel’s jaw ticks, the muscle tense there as he fights to keep away a sly grin. Oh, you take care of him all right.

“Less of that damn cheek, lady. Go on, get!” your Dad interrupts the underlying conversation between you and Joel, waving his arm to usher you away. 

Joel chuckles as you roll your eyes before grabbing your jacket from the back of the couch, shrugging it on as you curse your Dad under your breath. 

“Won’t keep her long” Joel calls to your Dad, who mumbles something you don’t hear as you make for the front door quickly. 

Joel is hot on your heels, guiding you out of the front door with a firm hand at your waist. 

You pace over to his truck, smiling softly as you glance over the colourful glow of lights draped over the body, a thoughtful, content hum passing your lips as you come to a stop in front of the passenger side door.

Joel mirrors your merry expression, his mouth pulling up into a lopsided grin as he notes the way the colours of the lights dance in your eyes. 

“I can’t believe you still do all this” you murmur, somewhat to yourself. 

He opens the passenger door, nodding for you to sit, which you promptly do as he rests an arm over the open door frame. 

His eyes study you warmly. “It’s tradition” he counters, leaning over to buckle your seatbelt, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “It ain’t Christmas if I don’t see that smile”

You bite the inside of your cheek, desperate to keep the contentment from your face at the confirmation that Joel does this all for you- that he’s always done it, just for you. 

The way he smiles softly at you in return tells you that he’s glad you know. 

He walks quickly to his side of the truck, falling into the driver's seat with a soft groan. 

“Your excuses to get us alone together are getting terrible by the way” you muse, raising your brow at him as he starts the truck, the engine stuttering to life noisily. 

“The hell you mean?” he chuckles as he reverses out of your drive, his hand propped behind your headrest as he looks over his shoulder.

You scoff. “Really? Putting up your tree?” 

“Wasn’t a lie, kid. S’what I’m stealin’ you away for” he says in a regretful tone, switching on the radio. It’s almost ironic how White Christmas blears through the speakers just as Joel’s finger hits the A/C.

“Joel. C’mon” you whine, unamused.

“What?” he shrugs. “It’s Christmas ain’t it?”

Joel keeps his eyes firmly on the road, looking all too pleased with himself as he places a strong hand gently on top of your knee. 

With a resigned sigh, you relent. “Fine. I’ll decorate your damn tree”

He laughs at the weariness of your tone, giving your knee a gentle squeeze, before moving his hand further up your thigh. 

“Good girl. Knew you would” he praises with a sly smile.

Ignoring the heat swirling in your lower abdomen, you grab his hand in yours. It’s warm, calloused and rough from all the hard work he does, but it feels like home- like Joel.

His large fingers lace around your own, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles as you continue the short drive to his home in a comfortable silence. 

Joel kills the engine upon pulling up in his drive and is quick to exit the truck, pacing around its body to open your door.

“M’lady”  he extends his hand dramatically, waiting for you to take it.

You suppress a giggle, placing your palm in his as you heave yourself down from the height of his truck. Joel pulls you against his chest, placing another soft kiss against your lips.

“Missed you” he sighs, his hand at the small of your back pressing you against him tightly.

“Missed you too” you smile, raising a hand to comb over the greying hair around his temples. “C’mon. Get inside before someone sees” you urge, casting a nervous glance behind you.

Joel hums an agreement, striding for the door. He pats his pockets hurriedly in search of his keys, before rolling his eyes with a groan.

You laugh softly, opening the door of his truck to grab the keys from the ignition before tossing them in his direction. He catches them with a jangle, unlocking the door and holding it open for you. 

“You’d forget your damn head if it wasn’t screwed on, old man” you tease as you shuffle past him through the threshold. 

He plants a firm spank on your ass as you squeeze past, sending a shot of thrill through your body that warms your belly with desire. 

“Watch that mouth kid, or I’ll put it to better use” he murmurs, closing the door with a firm thud. 

His words send your mind reeling, knowing full well his intent is to rile you up with no intention of satiating your growing need until he says so. You give him a pained look, which he returns with a look of feigned innocence. 

With a scowl, you head to the living room, noting that the tree is already up, boxes of unpacked decorations littering the room. 

“You’re actually serious about me decorating your tree then?” you ask in more of a statement of disbelief than a real question.

“Yeah. That a problem?” 

Part of you had still thought maybe this whole thing was for show, a made up excuse for him to pull you away from your Dad unknowingly. Another lie that acts as alibi to the reality that Joel just can’t stay away from you, needs you writhing in his sheets beneath him, needs his cock to find home inside of you like you're a goddamn drug. 

He smirks, walking up behind you as you look down at the boxes of decorations with disdain. You sigh softly, not hiding your disappointment. 

“Fine. But you’re helping. No being a lazy ass” you reprimand, kicking off your shoes and dropping your jacket to the floor. 

You drop to your knees in front of a box of decorations, rummaging through them to locate the better pieces. Joel is still standing watching you, arms crossed over his broad chest, lost in thought. 

“Do you wanna wrap the lights?” you suggest. 

“Right, sure” he grumbles, jumping into action as he picks up the lights and begins untangling the cables. 

“You act like you’ve never decorated a tree before” you laugh, lifting a bauble out and inspecting it before putting it back in the box. You can’t help but notice how they all look new.

Joel hesitates. “Uhm.. yeah. Never really felt the need” he confesses, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. 

You tense in surprise. “Joel. You’re telling me you’ve never put up a Christmas tree?” you ask slack jawed. 

“Nope. At least not at my place” he shrugs. “I’m always hangin’ around at your Dad’s, never really had people comin’ over here until.. well, you” 

Your eyes drop to the box of decorations. You note the way they shine, aren’t scuffed and loved, worn by time. They don’t hold memories of hands that grew bigger each year that they placed them on the tree, not like yours at home.

“Joel..” you breathe, your chest tight with a nagging ache.

“Wanted to do this with you” he says softly, fidgeting with the lights in his hands, focusing his gaze on the floor. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, a bloom of guilt sitting in your gut for being so standoffish about helping him, unaware of the gesture that lay in it all.

“Thank you” your voice is small, but enough to pull Joel’s eyes from the floor to meet your own. “This is really nice of you, Joel” 

He nods firmly, clearing his throat. You share a warm, lingering look, one that doesn’t need words - your intertwined bodies will likely say everything you both can’t say now later on anyway. 

Joel quickly gets back to untangling the lights, walking them around the tree. You watch fondly as he works, overly critical of his placement, seemingly wanting to get every element perfect as he corrects himself over and over. 

Eventually he steps away, analysing his work carefully. 

“Look okay?” he asks, looking to you for approval. 

“Perfect” you smile, pushing a box of decorations in his direction. “You get the back of the tree, that way we won’t have to see your shoddy handiwork” you tease. 

He rolls his eyes with a scoff, grabbing the box of decorations before inching his way around the back of the tree. 

“My work ain’t shoddy” he grumbles. 

“Then why’d you have to enlist my help, huh?” you giggle, placing the first bauble on the tree. 

His eyes follow the movement of your hand, a content smile pulling at his lips. 

“Because…now I get t’come home every night and feel a piece of you here, even when you’re not with me” 

You pause, not expecting a reply so.. devoted, loving. It roots you to the spot, paralysed as it evokes a warmness you didn’t expect to feel. Your heart pangs like his words are pulling on it, plucking its strings one by one.

He’s watching you thoughtfully as you struggle to find the right words, your shoulders slumping as your face softens into something tender. 

You let the bauble in your hand fall back into its box, striding forward and grabbing him roughly by his shirt, tugging him from behind the tree. 

Joel grunts as you pull him closer, his hands falling to your waist to steady himself. You’re of no mind to be amused by his startled expression.

“How do you expect me to concentrate on decorating your fucking tree when you say things like that?” you scold, giving his shirt another gentle pull. “Kiss me.”

He laughs softly, and it’s everything. Deep, soulful - Joel. Your heart can’t take much more.

“Yes ma’am” he murmurs through a smile, reaching his hand to cradle the back of your neck before pulling you towards him, lips soft against yours. 

The gentleness doesn’t last long, the kiss quickly becoming hungry as he slides his tongue against yours, groaning softly as his need for you grows harder against your thigh. 

His hand at your waist drops lower to grip your ass, grinding your body against his with a gentle rock of his hips. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you baby” he breathes heavily against your lips.

You pull back with a low sigh, amused by the way disappointment paints his features as he chases your movement, desperate to reconnect his lips with yours. 

Instead, you tilt your head so his heated kisses meet your neck, your breath hitching as he licks at the soft skin there. 

“It’s only been a week” you tease, despite every day without Joel feeling like eternity, a never ending countdown until you feel his hands on your skin again. 

He stops abruptly, pulling away from your neck before grasping your hair gently in his fist to guide you to look at him. 

“You didn’t miss me too?” he raises an eyebrow, taking a single stride forwards, forcing you to take a clumsy step back. 

“I- of course. Always miss you” you hurry to reply. 

Joel’s jaw ticks as he hums in thought. 

“Can’t have missed me that much. What was it you said? ‘Only been a week’...” he forces you backwards again with quick strides until the backs of your legs hit his couch. “Any idea how fuckin’ long a week feels for me, darlin’?” he drawls.

Your stomach flutters with a mix of nerves and desire. 

“Feels long for me too, Joel” you whine, standing on your tiptoes, attempting to press your lips against his again. 

He pulls you down with a sturdy grip at your waist, forcing you flat onto your feet. You pout, frowning at him as you feel a sting of rejection.

“Nah, I don’t think you’re gettin’ it darlin’” he murmurs, using his strong grasp on your hips to push you down onto the couch. 

You land with a gentle huff, the cool of the leather beneath you uncomfortably noticeable thanks to the way Joel already has your skin pricked with heat. 

Your legs are quickly captured by his strong hands, pushed apart as he sinks to his knees between them. 

“Got any idea what it’s like to be denied somethin’ you crave?” he asks in a low voice. 

You nod breathlessly, a slow movement of your head as you watch him carefully. 

Joel tuts, shaking his head dismissively. 

“See, I don’t think you do baby” his hands move from your knees to trail up your inner thighs, his face hovering over your lower stomach as he looks up at you, his breathing heavy. “Got no idea of the torture… the pain of bein’ starved of your favorite goddamn meal” 

He looks up at you, his gaze full of dark lust. You can read the desire there - can see he wants nothing more than to consume you. It makes your cunt throb with excitement. 

“Bein’ starved of you baby… it makes me feel like I’m goin’ crazy” 

You pant softly as his fingers dance over the waistband of your jeans.

“So take it” you breathe.

Joel groans, pulling in a long breath. 

“I ain’t gonna be a gentleman” he warns, giving you no time to object before he flicks open the button of your jeans, tugging them roughly from your form. 

His head moves to your inner thigh, his breath heavy and warm on your skin as he kisses at you hungrily. He holds you tightly in place, fingers digging into your flesh as his mouth trails up to your hips, licking across the skin just above the waistline of your panties. 

He looks up at you, enthralled by your quick, panting breath and the way your brows knit together as you wriggle in his grip frustratedly.

Joel groans softly, his thumb rubbing feather light circles over your clit through the lace of your underwear, watching for the way your head falls back in response, how your chest rises with a sharp breath. 

“Kept this from me for too damn long darlin’. Ain’t sure I’m gonna stop when I get another taste” he says. His accent is thick, something you noticed a while ago is a tell for just how riled up he is. 

You writhe restlessly as he continues teasing touches through your underwear, bucking your hips gently.

“Just touch me, Joel,” you pant. “Thought… thought you were starved“ 

He chuckles darkly, moving both hands to grip your thighs to still your wriggling. 

“Oh I am, baby. That’s the thing… gotta take my time, savour the taste” he hooks his finger around the crotch of your underwear, pulling it to the side. “Just look at you baby. Know you taste fuckin’ devine”

He tugs your underwear to your ankles, which you promptly kick away just before he pushes your legs back, palms pressed warmly to the backs of your thighs. 

Without any warning, he licks a long trail through your heat, tongue savouring every drop of your arousal, every trace of it all for him. He moans at the taste of you on his tongue, his fingers a bruising grip on your skin. 

Joel lifts his head, his facial hair glistening in the dim light as his lip curls into a satisfied smirk. 

“Always taste better than I remember” he muses, his voice gravelly. 

You’re a panting mess by the time he settles his face back at your cunt, tongue pressing flat against your clit in languid licks. His dark eyes look up to you, watching your erratic breathing as his tongue works you closer to that warm, pulsing feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

He releases his hold on your legs, snaking an arm beneath your arched back and uses it as leverage to pull you closer against his mouth. 

“More…” you whine. 

A thick finger invades your hole before he can even think to object, pressing inside of you in the most inviting way. He draws his wrist back, adding another finger on the second thrust, his soft groans muffled by your sex as you tighten around his digits. 

His fingers work in a gentle rhythm with his tongue, you’re so close to reaching that peak already and he can feel it with every flutter of your warm walls. 

Joel lifts his head abruptly, face full of thunder as he withdraws his fingers from inside you. You gasp at the loss of contact, frowning down at him questioningly. 

“What’s wrong?” you breathe, your brows knitting together worriedly. 

He pulls himself up to his feet, his cock straining painfully against his jeans as he struggles to compose the rate of his breathing. 

“Wanted to take my time with you” he drawls, hands unbuckling his belt slowly. “But you make it goddamn impossible” he continues as he pulls his belt free from its loops. He lets it fall to the floor, the buckle rattling against the wood noisily. 

You look up at him with wide eyes, apprehensive about his next move. 

“Can’t hold back baby. Need you right now” he growls, pulling you to your feet. His large hands grip you tightly as he pulls you flush against his body, crushing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.

You’ve done this dance before, know what he needs. 

So you slip your tongue against his, draping an arm around his shoulder as your fingers search for the curls at the nape of his neck that are longing to be tugged at. 

Right on cue he growls against your mouth, the burn at his scalp a delicious sting of pain that he’s been craving all week. 

You rest the palm of your hand against his chest, pushing him softly onto the sofa without once unfurling your bodies from one another. You follow him down, legs straddling his lap as your tongue sweeps over his. 

His hips buck upwards impatiently, and you pull back from his mouth with a breathless smile. 

“Need me baby?” you tease, fingers reaching between your bodies to unfasten his jeans. 

Joel’s fingers tighten in your hair as he whispers needily against your mouth “You have no fuckin’ idea”

You bite the inside of your cheek to conceal a wry smile, lifting from his lap onto your knees to help him notch his jeans from his hips, his underwear sliding down behind them. 

He lets out a relieved sigh as his cock is released from the confinement of the tight material, his length throbbing against your cunt as you cup either side of his jaw in your hands. 

His eyes meet yours, hooded and glinting with a deep need that only you can satisfy. You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you down over his length, nudging your entrance with his tip in a silent plea to give him what he needs. 

“Let me feel you,” he groans against your neck, his breath warm over your skin. “Gonna lose my damn mind” 

“S’okay baby, you can have me” you soothe, rubbing your thumb across his lips as you slowly edge down his length.

Joel throws his head back against the sofa, his eyes shut tight as he feels the warm slick of your cunt grip him. 

“Fuck, so tight darlin’. So full of my cock, huh?” he groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair and guiding you to look between your bodies as he rolls his hips upwards, forcing you to take more of his length. “Take me so well every time” he praises with a gentle kiss to your shoulder. 

As you begin to accommodate him more comfortably, you grind your hips to meet his impatient upwards thrusts, feeling the desperation of his desire. 

The aroused side of your brain questions whether it’s all about the sex, if a week without you wrapped around his length has reduced him to a broken man. 

The more rational side knows it’s the words he said by the tree.. that this thing between you is becoming real. 

You can see that your absence, the nights he can’t have you like this leave him clawing at the walls. Can see that this insatiable need builds during your forced time apart that only you can wash away and replace with something he craves- warmth. 

And so you give it to him. 

You hold him as you take him over and over, indulge in the way he groans against your neck, bites and licks at your skin like a man starved. 

He writhes beneath you, savouring every moment of the way you bounce relentlessly over his length, your name muffled as it leaves his mouth between intermittent presses of his lips to the skin beneath your jaw. 

“Need you to come for me darlin’, you’re drivin’ me crazy” he moans through gritted teeth.

A certain twist of your hips nudges his length against that coiled knot in your stomach, so you chase it, your knees aching with exertion as you ride him closer to release. 

“Close.. so close baby…” you tell him through short breaths, your face twisting in pleasure as you push through the burning of your thighs. 

“That’s it baby, can feel you squeezin’ me. Come for me, love” he growls.

It’s instant, the warm current that takes over every limb in your body, pulsing through your veins and leaving you slumped boneless against Joel’s chest.

“Joel- fuck, I’m..” you gasp as you come, clenching tight around his length still burying itself inside of you as he continues fucking you through your pleasure.

“Did so goddamn good darlin’, I’ve got you ” he murmurs, pulling you down over his cock faster as he chases his own relief. 

His movements become clumsy, jerking his hips upwards in a lost rhythm until finally, he finds his high. 

“Shit, gonna come baby-” he groans, holding you in place as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, unloading his spend with a shaky exhale. 

You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his in a comforting gesture while he catches his breath, his arm gripping you tight against him like he’s afraid to let go. 

He stays quiet, so you let him have the silence, let it linger in the air charged with unspoken words. The feeling makes your chest ache again.

You tilt his head back, pressing your lips to his in a gentle kiss. 

“You okay?” you ask with a soft smile, rubbing soothing circles at his shoulder. 

He nods slowly, his brow furrowed, but his face otherwise content. It’s clear his mind is where yours is. 

“Thank you” he voices quietly, squeezing your hips. 

“Always” you reply, kissing his forehead before pulling yourself slowly off from his length. 

You both moan softly at the loss of contact, Joel’s spend leaking down your inner thigh. 

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Damn, what a mess, huh baby?” 

“I’ll go clean up and be right back-”

Your words are cut short as he uses two fingers to slide the sticky mess back up your thigh, pushing it gently back inside your swollen cunt.

You gasp unexpectedly, the sensation fluttering another pulse of desire around your stomach. 

“No need darlin’,”  he whispers against your ear. “That’s a piece of me you’re takin’ home” 

The idea shouldn’t be so fucking hot, but you can’t deny the thrill of knowing you’ll be laid in your own bed later still full of his come. 

You smirk as you climb from his lap, fetching your underwear from the floor and shrugging the flimsy material on, followed by your jeans. 

When you turn to face Joel, he’s fastening his belt, all traces of what just happened between you both gone, save for the wet feeling that seeps between your legs.

“Didn’t get too far with this damn tree, did we?” he grumbles, scratching his head.

You giggle, reaching for his hand and pulling him to the forgotten box of decorations. 

“There’s still time, I’m happy to help” you reassure him. “Plus, now these decorations hold some memories” you raise your brow suggestively. 

Joel chuckles, shaking his head as he grabs a box and heads to the back of the tree, returning to the place you’d banished him to before. 

You’re filled with a warm kind of contentment as you watch him search through the box, looking for the perfect combination of ornaments. He studies them intensely, weighing up which sizes and colours compliment each other before hanging them on branches of the tree with careful consideration of their location. 

It takes everything in you not to leap up from your spot in front of the tree and make love to him all over again. 

Instead, you join him at the back of the tree. 

You riffle through the box with him, compliment his choices when he asks what you think, occasionally throwing in a look of absolute horror at his placement of two of the same baubles beside each other. 

You let the decorating of the tree be a labour of love between you both, until finally, you both step back and admire your efforts proudly. 

“What did you get for the tree topper?” you ask curiously. 

“Fuck. Knew I forgot somethin’ at the store” he curses himself under his breath, his face falling in disappointment. 

You laugh until your cheeks hurt, pulling him into your arms and smoothing away the deep lines between his brows with soft traces of your fingers.

“It’s okay. We can go pick one together” you offer, trying to lift his spirits again. 

He hums thoughtfully, squeezing your waist. “Wait here” 

You watch his form disappear, your ears straining to hear him rummaging through a cupboard in the hallway. 

Joel returns with a smirk on his face. You eye him suspiciously as you notice he’s holding something behind his back.

“Ready?” he asks with a grin.

“I’m.. not sure” you say with a hesitant laugh. 

Before you have a chance to see what he’s hiding, he tosses it to the top of the tree, the decorations clattering together as the impact shakes its form. 

“Whatcha think?” he asks proudly. 

Perfectly poised at the top of the tree sits his cowboy hat. 

You think back to the memories it already holds.. remember how he wore it to your Dad’s Halloween party - other memories of it perched on your own head in some more provocative situations. 

The nagging ache in your chest is here to stay. 

You grab his hand, holding it tightly between your own. 

“It’s perfect”

“Are you being annoying on purpose? I’m Lara Croft, dumbass” you roll your eyes.

Joel chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against your doorframe. “Right. Sorry, guess the lack of triangle tits threw me off” he teases. You smirk, throwing the prop gun in your hand in his direction, which he swiftly dodges just before it hits his chest.

“Very funny” you reply humorlessly. “What are you doing up here anyway? My Dad will catch you, idiot” you drop your voice an octave.

Joel steps forward into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft click before he stalks towards you. He stops in front of you, his hands coming to rest gently at your waist.

“He went out to grab more beers ‘bout five minutes ago. Insisted we didn’t have enough damn alcohol in the house for the Halloween party” he tells you softly, bringing his lips to your neck where he places a gentle kiss.

You sigh, melting forwards into his touch as your arms come to wrap around his neck. He pulls you closer with a gentle hand at the back of your head, tracing the tip of his nose along the soft skin under your jaw as he inhales.

“Means we have about ten minutes before he’s back” Joel murmurs. You can feel his smug smile against your skin, and if it weren’t for his timing being so inconvenient, you’d have crumbled in an instant.

“Now you really are being an idiot” you scold, attempting to push him away by the shoulders.

Joel grins, closing the distance between you again as he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

He takes a commanding step forward, pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall where he rests his other hand above your head.

“What’s the matter? That pretty little head of yours gettin’ worried your daddy will catch us?”

“Yes, actually” you sigh, writhing under his touch as his thumb rubs gently up and down the exposed skin at your waist, his touch warm and firm. “Besides. I still need to get ready, and I can’t get this damn thigh holster to go on” you shove him backwards again, ignoring the sinful flutter in your stomach that he’s already managed to evoke.

The tortured man behind you groans audibly. “Damn it woman you are gonna kill me in this kinda get up”

You don’t have time to register his aroused compliments as you wander over to your bed to retrieve the holster. For what feels like the hundredth time, you attempt to fasten it to your thigh.

Joel leans against the wall, observing as you struggle and runs a hand over his bearded chin to conceal his smirk.

His eyes drift over your body greedily as he takes in the sight of you hunched over, your tiny shorts and cropped tshirt leaving little to the imagination. The bare skin of your thighs looks entirely too tempting.

It doesn't do his growing erection any favours as he listens to the soft little huffs leaving your lips as you try and fail to secure the holster.

Eventually he takes pity on you, moving closer to you before resting his hands at your hips. You let out a small yelp as you feel his warmth, along with the tent in his jeans at your backside.

“Lemme help you with that.. Dumbass” he mocks you endearingly.

You stand to face him, your jaw ticking in an attempt to bite back a smirk as you hand him the stupid garment.

He grins, taking the knockoff elastic prop from your hands and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Good girl” he murmurs before placing a single, soft kiss on your lips. “Now, turn around for me”

With a sigh, you do as he instructs. He sinks to his knees, his fingertips lightly trailing up the back of your thighs, causing you to shiver despite his warm touch on your soft skin.

A low chuckle sounds behind you. “Don’t be nervous now.. I can be gentle when I wanna be”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you wriggle in his grip. “Joel, will you please just put this damn thing on!” you snap, but it’s not out of annoyance.

You’re frustrated as hell, and his warm breath between your thighs as he exhales yet another laugh isn’t doing anything to curb the desire that's slowly beginning to simmer in your belly.

“Impatient little thing, ain't ya?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh. His beard bristles against your bare skin, causing you to flinch.

“Joel!” you whine.

He relents, wrapping the holster around your thigh and tightens the strap, but his hand lingers over your skin for a moment longer than necessary, before he moves to secure the second piece to your other thigh.

He stands up, pressing himself against your back as he leans to your ear, whispering huskily. “There. Happy?”

You turn to face him, hands resting on his chest as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes. Thank you” you roll your eyes with a smile.

His hands find purchase at your waist again, one slipping to cup the curve of your ass. “You’re welcome, darlin’. Looks real fuckin’ nice on you” his gaze drops, trailing over your body shamelessly. He can’t help the groan that slips out in response.

Joel’s hand drops further down to your thigh, toying with the strap of the holster. He slides a finger beneath it, pulling it back slightly before letting it go, causing the cheap material to slap against your skin with a sharp sting.

“Ow! Joel wh-” you’re about to ask him what kind of game he’s playing, the skin of your thigh now tingling in pain. But when you meet his eyes, they’re dark, and you realise there’s no game.

His hand reaches for your throat, clasping around it gently. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ insane, y’know that? Lookin’ like this but not lettin’ me take what’s mine” he rasps against your ear.

“But, my dad-” you try to reason with him, your head cloudy as his grip tightens slightly around your neck.

He growls, low in your ear. “You’re makin’ it real difficult for me to keep my hands off ya darlin’. Not sure I care if your old man comes home or not”

You moan softly, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at the idea.

“Mmm that’s a pretty sound you’re makin’ for me,” he groans. “Want it just as bad as me, ain’t that right darlin’?”

You can only nod your head dizzily.

“Words, baby girl” he warns.

“Want you, Joel” you whine, a soft exhale leaving your lips as you feel your centre begin to throb with need.

He grins, loosening his hold on your neck. “There’s my good girl” he praises, gripping your hips and pulling you to grind against his hard length. “Want you too darlin’, you’ve no idea”

Joel pulls you into a deep kiss, swallowing your sweet moans as his tongue laps against yours hungrily. He paces you backwards towards your bed, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress softly before he lays you down.

He’s quick to climb on top of you, moving his kisses down your neck slowly, fingertips drifting down your body to trace along your bare midriff. You arch into his touch with a moan, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps along your skin.

“Joel” you sigh softly, his mouth unrelenting in his pursuit down your body, his tongue licking languidly in a descent along your torso. “Fuck, baby… love your mouth on me”

He pulls away from you to kneel at the edge of the bed, dragging you by the hips to pull your legs to dangle over the sides. He’s quick to hook them over his shoulders, his hands pressing firmly on the tops of your thighs to keep you still.

“Love my mouth do ya?” he teases as he presses wet kisses along the inside of your thigh. He grabs the holster between his teeth, letting it snap against your skin once more, eliciting a more pleasurable moan from you than last time.

“Shit, Joel” you whine as you sink back into your sheets, the sharp sting a more delicious feeling than you’d expected.

His sadistic chuckle is muffled against your thigh as he continues to paint your skin with rough, bearded kisses. You mewl as he pulls on your skin with his teeth, quickly soothing the pain by sucking.

But he doesn’t stop. His mouth stays fixed to that spot, and your head shoots up from the mattress to look down at him in horror.

“Joel! Everyone’s gonna see that mark!” you hiss, meeting his eye as he lifts his face with a satisfied smirk.

“Oops” he says without a hint of remorse. You groan as you let your head fall back, hands cupping your face with shame. “What’s the matter? Don’t like bein’ all marked up for me? Bet if I stuck my fingers in your cunt right now you’d be drippin’ for me baby”

“Fuck” you breathe, his dirty tongue sending your mind reeling.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles darkly. “Let’s find out, hey darlin’?”

Joel clambers back onto the bed, hovering over you on one propped elbow as he nudges his nose against yours. His hand is quick to tease its way over your clothed breast, slipping down your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your shorts.

Slowly, he slips his hand beneath your clothes, bypassing your underwear to meet the hot, wet desire you’ve built for him there.

Both of your mouths fall open in unison, breathing each other's air as you both let out a shaky sigh.

“Fuckin’ knew it“ he says in a tortured breath. “So wet for me baby.” He slides his fingers through your folds, making a point of gathering every drop that’s there for him. “Love me markin’ you up as mine don’t ya? Such a slut for daddy that y’need everyone to know it”

You bite your lip, stifling a moan as you arch against him. “Need more” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand.

“I bet ya do baby. Hurts does it?” he taunts, pressing his thumb against your clit.

“Please..” you breathe.

Joel lets out a strangled moan. “I like it when ya beg. Say it, say y‘need me”

“Need you Joel, need you so much, please” you sigh against his lips.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna give you what you need. Gonna make it better for ya” his voice is low as he teases two thick fingers at your entrance.

You wriggle impatiently, a dark chuckle falling from Joel’s lips in response. “Please daddy”

Slowly, he pushes his fingers inside of you, capturing your lips to swallow the breathy moan that falls from them as you squeeze around him tightly.

“Fuck, Joel” you pant against his mouth, your nails digging into his sides as he gently curls his fingers.

“I know, baby, feels good don’t it? You feel so damn good for me too. Fuckin’ perfect” he rasps lowly, drawing his fingers in and out of you torturously slow. “Bet you can take more, know you like bein’ stretched. This pussy’s always so fuckin’ wet for me, hmm?”

“More. Want more” your voice comes out in a strangled cry, eyes fluttering closed as you clench tightly around his fingers.

He chuckles as he nudges his nose against yours, forcing you to bring your attention back to him.

“Open your eyes baby, want ya to look at me while I fuck this pretty little hole open with my fingers” Joel whispers heatidly.

You tremble beneath him with a sharp inhale, eyes meeting him just as he squeezes a third finger into your desperate cunt. “Oh fuck.. Joel, feels so full” you mewl, lifting your head to press your forehead against his.

“Fit me so well baby, gonna feel perfect around my cock” he accentuates with a thrust of his hips against your leg.

The room is silent, save for the salacious wet sounds of his fingers pulling you closer to heaven with every shaky exhale that leaves your lips.

You’re so close you can almost feel it, but you’re brought tumbling back to earth as the slam of a car door sounds outside of your window.

Joel halts his fingers, both of you stiffening in each other’s embrace as you strain your ears to hear for any further sound. There’s a pause of eerie stillness, the blood thumping in your ears making it hard to hear clearly.

Then it comes, your Dad’s voice at the bottom of the stairs.

“Joel?” he calls, his voice projecting all the way up to the second floor.

“Fuck” he groans, eyes rolling as he retrieves his slick covered fingers from your cunt. You whimper at the loss of contact, cheeks burning with the frustration of your unkempt desire.

Before he pulls himself away from you fully, he places a hungry kiss on your lips, pulling back to trail his fingertips over your mouth, prompting you to open.

“We’re not done here, y’hear me?” he whispers as he slips his fingers over your tongue, watching with a pained gaze as you close your mouth and suck your desire clean from his fingers.

You nod, a soft ‘mhmm’ muffling around his thick digits.

Joel groans like a man tortured before pulling his fingers from your mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. He brings his hand to grip your chin, his fingers squeezing the sides of your mouth into a slight pucker. “Don’t fuckin’ think about touchin’ yourself. If you’re gonna come, it’s gonna be for me”

He draws away from you quickly, your body falling back into the bed with a soft gasp as he releases you from his grip, leaving you flustered with an insatiable ache between your legs. Before you can answer, he’s gone.

You hear him flush the toilet in the bathroom next door to your room before he bounds down the stairs. A clever move that comes from being too well practised at sneaking around.

But then again both of you were, if the last four months of fucking your dads best friend undetected was anything to go by.

You sigh softly, hiding your face behind your hands as you silently plead for the throbbing between your legs to disappear.

After around twenty minutes of hearing guests arrive, with a lively thud of music and chatter now sounding from downstairs, you finally descend from your room.

As you arrive downstairs, your eyes immediately land on Joel, who’s occupied himself in front of the punch bowl on the kitchen counter, leaning against it as he takes slow sips of beer.

His gaze sticks to you the moment you walk in the kitchen, eyes trailing down to wander over the mark he’d left on your thigh only moments ago.

He smirks behind another sip of beer as your eyes drop curiously down your body to follow his heated stare.

“Shit” you mumble under your breath, reaching down to hurriedly adjust the strap of your holster to cover the salacious mark. In your flustered state, you don’t notice your Dad entering the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo, how ya doin?” he startles you as his voice sounds behind you. You turn quickly, hiding your panic with a wide smile.

“Dad, hey! Wow, your costume..” you distract him by turning the attention on him, eyeing his brown leather jacket and hat curiously.

“Indiana Jones” he replies with a laugh, noticing you struggling to piece together his outfit.

“Right..” you laugh softly. “Guess we both went down the same kinda route” you gesture to your costume, hoping you don’t have to explain it, due to the endless hours in childhood you and your father had spent playing tomb raider games together.

He chuckles heartily, patting you gently on the shoulder. “Seems we both love a good adventurer, ey?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Something like that” you smile.

“Joel’s here, make sure you go say hi” he says in a quieter tone, nodding behind you in Joel’s direction, ever the father figure urging you to be polite. You flinch the minute you hear his name, almost as if it’s a cuss word that shouldn’t be spoken.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look in Joel’s direction. He raises his beer at you both in a silent greeting from a distance before you turn back to face your Dad. “Uhhh, yeah. I will, don’t worry, Dad.” you reassure him, but he doesn’t seem to buy it, mistaking your uneasiness for reluctance.

He looks at you silently for a moment, studying your slightly off demeanour. “C’mon, I know forcing you to chat with half the neighbourhood might not be your idea of fun, but Joel’s been part of your life forever. Least you could do is say hello, kiddo. He’s practically my bro-”

You cringe, hoping Joel can’t overhear too much of the conversation, interrupting him quickly. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go talk to him. Happy?” you relent, holding your hands up in mock surrender.

He claps you on the shoulder gently with a huge grin. “Atta girl” he says with a chuckle before turning away from you to wander into a crowd of other guests.

Your cheeks heat, knowing Joel’s eyes are likely fixed on the back of your head, probably for that entire interaction.

With a steadying breath, you turn in his direction. True enough, you meet his gaze, a dumb smirk hiding behind his bottle of beer as he takes a sip.

You scowl as you stride towards him slowly, brows knitting even further together when you notice his eyes prowl over your body as you walk, seemingly uncaring of anyone who might be watching.

When you finally come to a stop in front of him, he chuckles, lips setting in a smug smile. “Evenin’ sweetheart” he says flatly, but the glint in his eye is dangerously playful.

You acknowledge him with a hum, crossing your arms as you scrutinise him, eyes roaming over his casual blue T-shirt and jeans.

“Where the fuck is your costume?” you complain, gesturing to his normal clothes.

Joel reaches behind him on the counter top, retrieving a hat, placing it on his head with a grin.

“Cowboy hat. Like a true Texan” he says dumbly.

You roll your eyes, unimpressed. “Inventive” you say dryly, but the corner of your mouth betrays you by curling gently into a smirk.

He laughs at your distaste, taking another long sip of his beer. “Whatever. It was last minute. Might’a forgotten about the dress code” he mumbles over the loud music.

“Ahh, spare your excuses Mr Miller” you tease, nudging him in the stomach with your elbow.

“Always gotta get smart with me, don’t ya?” he grins, stalking closer to you slowly, a heated glint in his eye.

Instinctively you take a step backwards, your eyes scanning for prying eyes. “Be careful” you hiss, pushing him back with your palms against his chest.

Joel looks down at you, a playful flicker in his gaze and a sly smirk on his lips. “Careful of what darlin’?”

“Literally everyone can see us right now!” you whisper through gritted teeth, glancing around once more and replacing your look of concern with a forced smile.

“What?” He plays stupid. “See your Dads old pal offerin’ you a drink?” he says innocently, holding a beer towards you with raised brows.

You scoff, taking the beer in a quick swipe before bringing it to your lips. “Mmhmm, sure” you mumble.

You try to ignore the way Joel’s eyes linger on your face. Try to pay no attention to the way they seem to grow darker as he watches your tongue dart over your bottom lip as you savour the taste of your drink.

But truthfully there’s nothing you find more thrilling than this man’s unwavering desire for you, and the heat in his eyes makes your stomach flutter.

He moves a little closer to you, his arm brushing against your shoulder. “You really do look so damn good. Killin’ me out here not bein’ able to touch ya” he whispers, voice strained like he’s in pain.

Your eyes flicker up to meet him, eyes stern and dark with an unspoken lust that makes your skin prickle.

Before you have the chance to reply, Joel’s attention is stolen by something behind you, his face momentarily flashing with confusion before a huge grin splits his face.

“Look who finally showed up” Joel drawls, pushing past you to greet a new guest.

You turn around curiously, before a smile of your own takes over your face as you watch Joel clap Tommy on the shoulder before handing him a beer.

“Better late than never, brother” he chuckles, gratefully accepting the beverage and taking a long swig.

He turns to you quickly, flashing you a smile before glancing over your outfit and raising his brows. “Damn, you look great!” he whistles.

Joel glares silently at Tommy, a possessive glint in his eye. He quickly looks back to you for your reaction.

“Thank you!” you smile, pulling Tommy in for a hug before glancing over his worn clothes covered in fake blood. “But you look amazing”

Tommy makes a show of spinning around on the spot, showing off all angles of his costume. “Looks cool right? Thought I’d come as a post apocalypse zombie killer” he says with a chuckle, lifting up a doll's head covered in blood.

You give Joel a pointed look. “See. That’s inventive, Mr cowboy” you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” he grumbles, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

You smirk at the irritation in his tone, but draw your attention back to Tommy.

“I’m sure you heard that my Dad went all out and set up a scare maze in the garden this year?” you question both men curiously, eager to check it out.

Tommy grins widely. “Heard somethin’ about it, sounds cool as hell. You scared of a few fake monsters?” he teases.

You scoff, mildly offended at the suggestion. “Of course not” you argue with determination.

“Yeah? Prove it” he challenges with a smirk.

You can’t help but smile back, the playful energy between you and Tommy something infectious. “Right now?” you laugh, setting down your beer on the counter behind Joel, your arm brushing against his briefly.

“Right now” he confirms with a confident nod of his head, eagerly setting his drink down beside yours. “Unless you’re scared?”

“Sure. Scared im gonna be holding your hand the whole way round” you quip, smiling as Tommy laughs with a shake of his head.

You look at Joel expectantly. “Joel, you coming?” you ask in a tone you pray doesn’t sound too hopeful.

He looks at you silently for a moment, arms crossed and his mouth set in a straight line. “Nah. I’ll wait here. You kids go have fun”

Your face drops, worry settling in your stomach, but before you can dwell on Joel’s change in demeanour, Tommy is dragging you towards the door.

For an at home job, your Dad had put together a pretty decent setup, a huge, old gazebo housing an elaborate maze of tacky Halloween decorations and jump scares.

He’d somehow roped some work colleagues into agreeing to play part of the setup, probably with an empty promise of a bonus at the end of tax year.

As you approach the entrance, Tommy lets out a low whistle. You eye him with a brow raised challengingly.

“Scared already?” you goad, trying to keep a teasing smirk away from your lips.

Tommy jokingly puffs out his chest with a scoff. “Not a chance. C’mon” he strides forward into the eerie orange glow of the maze, not bothering to look back to make sure you're following.

You stay hot on his heels so you don’t lose him, glancing at the fake blood on the walls of the maze as you walk forward. A scream at the other end of the maze startles you, for which you’re glad Tommy is still ahead of you, sparing you from his ridicule.

As you round the first corner, the lighting begins to flicker, illuminating a scattering of body bags lining the path. Subconsciously, you grab Tommy’s arm, bracing yourself in the darkness for whatever was to come.

Tommy chuckles beside you, taking his eyes away from the path. “Thought you weren’t scared, huh?” he teases.

“I’m not fucking sc-”

You’re cut off by Tommy’s grunt as he jolts away from one of the body bags, a string of curse words leaving his mouth as he pulls away from a hand gripping his calf through the now unzipped bag.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you observe him trying to compose his panic.

“Alright, fuck, that one got me” he says breathlessly, standing behind you in an attempt to urge you to go ahead of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you” you mock him with a pout, offering your hand, which he quickly swats away with a scoff.

You head forward, suppressing the giggle in your chest. Around the next corner, you spot a man in zombie makeup, eagerly turning around to tap Tommy on the shoulder.

“Looks like you’re up, ‘zombie killer’” you chuckle.

Tommy’s face morphs into a look of determination, taking a nerve steeling breath before he draws his prop gun from behind his back. “I’ll handle this m’lady”

You smirk as you watch him overtake you, his stance stealthy as he paces slowly towards the poor man just trying to play his part in the maze.

Before you can see the outcome of his dramatic performance, you’re startled by a hand gripping over your mouth, stifling your screams as its owner pulls you backwards into the shadows.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, eyes wide with fear as your rationale tells you it has to be part of the maze, that there's no real danger here.

It’s not until you hear a familiar dark chuckle in your ear that you realise you’re in a whole different kind of trouble.

“It’s only me darlin’. No need to be so scared” Joel whispers deeply against your neck, his warm breath fanning your soft skin.

You try not to stumble as he continues to walk you backwards, finally letting go of you as he walks you through the back door of your house. He closes the door quickly, turning you in his grip before pinning you against it with his leg pressed firmly between your thighs.

“Fuck, Joel! You scared the shit out of me!” you scold him, your breathing ragged as your heart slowly drops to its normal rhythm.

He doesn’t answer, opting to grind his hips against yours as he kisses your neck hungrily.

You sigh softly, cursing him for how quick your uncurbed arousal from earlier is to return.

Joel groans against your skin, licking and sucking at the spot beneath your ear that he knows is quick to make you melt.

As good as his mouth feels on your skin, you're painfully aware of where you are, and the amount of people that pose a risk of walking in on the two of you.

“Joel” you mewl quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Takin’ what’s mine” he mumbles matter of factly, hands wandering over the exposed skin at your waist.

You moan under his touch, desperate for more of it. “We can’t. Not here” you argue.

“Why not?” he chuckles darkly, fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.

You reach for the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair and tugging hard enough to pull his mouth away from your neck. He hisses at the sharp sting, but the glint in his eye is enough clue to tell you he enjoys it.

“You want my Dad to kill you, huh?” you whisper sternly.

Joel’s jaw ticks as he thinks rationally, before pushing himself away from you reluctantly. “Upstairs. Now. I ain’t waitin’ a second longer to bury my cock inside of you” he orders.

Your stomach lurches in response to his lewd demand, no denying the excitement that flutters in your stomach.

You smirk, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before bounding up the stairs to your room. Joel waits a beat before following you, ruling out the possibility of anyone seeing him follow you.

As soon as Joel enters your room he slams the door closed, shoving you up against the cold wood. His lips are on yours in an instant, his body draped against yours as he grabs your hands, pinning your wrists above your head. His tongue slips between your lips, delving into your mouth as he swallows your moans hungrily.

He pulls back after a moment, both of you breathless as he smirks, eyes fixed on your now plump lips. “Now, where were we?” he whispers.

You bite your lip in anticipation as Joel’s hands find your hips, using his grip as leverage to push you towards your bed. He pushes you roughly onto your back, a soft breath leaving your lips as you fall flush against the mattress, before he closes the gap between you by collapsing on top of you.

Joel pins you to the bed with his hips, his cock painfully hard against your clothed cunt as he rolls his hips forward purposely.

He’s rough with his touch, pulling down the strap of your holster to expose the mark you’d hidden behind it earlier.

“Tell me you’re mine” he orders, hand gripping your chin tightly.

“M’yours Joel” you sigh without hesitation. “Only wanna be yours” you tell him honestly.

He hums an acknowledgement . “And yet you hide this from everyone” he rubs his thumb over the angry mark gently. “Are you ashamed of bein’ mine, darlin’?” he breathes against your neck.

You shake your head quickly, whimpering in his grip. “No..love being yours” you whine as he rolls his hips once more.

“That right?” he challenges with a quirked brow. “Think you can show me how much?”

Your brows knit together, confused what exactly it is he’s asking for.

Sensing your hesitation, he rolls the two of you over on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap as he lays beneath you.

“You’re gonna ride my cock” he states darkly.

Your cunt flutters at the lewd, unfiltered way he demands what he wants from you. You nod, biting your lip as he smirks at your timid response.

Joel reaches a hand up towards you, cupping it lightly around your neck as leverage to pull you down into a bruising kiss.

He presses his tongue into your mouth as his hips lift against yours slowly, his hands drifting along your waist to tease under your shirt. You part from your kiss for him to lift it over your head, throwing it to the floor carelessly.

His hand finds your neck again, pushing you gently upwards to straddle his thighs once more. With his free hand, he unbuckles his belt, inching his jeans and underwear down, his cock springing free, painfully hard and aching for your touch.

He sighs as you bring a hand to his length, squeezing him gently before pumping your hand up and down in slow strokes.

“Fuck baby, love the way you touch me” he groans beneath you.

The gape of his mouth, the furrow of his brow and the soft panting breath leaving his lips sends a new surge of arousal straight to your core.

“Wanna feel you, Joel, need your cock” you whine, letting go of his length to fiddle with the button of your shorts.

You tug them a little less than gracefully away from your body, removing the prop guns strapped to your legs to get them off along with your underwear with more ease, before reaching to undo the thigh holsters next.

Joel’s hand halts your movements with a sharp grip. You meet his eye with a look of confusion, but he looks up at you with a black, steely gaze.

“No baby. The thigh holsters stay on” he orders darkly.

Your stomach flips, a new, raw excitement surging through you at his command. You bite your lip to conceal your smile, removing your hands from the garment with a nod.

He smirks, pleased with your compliance. “Good girl. Now, sit on my cock” he orders through gritted teeth.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you reposition yourself over him, eyes flickering beside you to the prop gun you absentmindedly discarded moments ago.

Before you can let yourself overthink- or over analyse that it’s a stupid idea, you grab the prop, holding the gun tightly in your hand before pressing the barrel snuggly under Joel’s jaw.

Joel’s breath hitches, confusion flooding his face before his jaw tightens, a subtle smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you get off on being so goddamn bossy?” you breathe exasperatedly, hovering your pussy over his cock teasingly.

“What can I say? Love orderin’ you around” he answers smugly.

You laugh under your breath, lowering yourself to slide your wet folds tantalisingly slowly over his length. “I’ve noticed. Think maybe it’s time you took some orders of your own” you say challengingly, nudging the gun harder to tilt his face to look you in the eye as you peer down at him.

His eyes are wildly dark, to the point you’re almost afraid he’s going to take back what little upper hand you’ve gained for himself. But the smirk on his face, the compliance in the way he lays still beneath you is blatantly telling you that he likes this.

“Yes ma’am” he murmurs beneath you.

You smile, satisfied with yourself. “Good. Now don’t move” you order, lining his hard cock at your dripping entrance before slowly sheathing him inside of you. You sigh as you feel his size stretch you open, a delicious sting that you can never get enough of every time.

Joel’s jaw clenches as you squeeze around him, his hands quickly finding your waist as his fingers dig into your skin. “God fuckin’ damnit baby”

You hum in amusement, grinding against him slowly. “Feels good does it?” you prompt with a sly curl of your lips.

The change in power dynamic is dizzying, one you’re not used to, but it’s thrilling to the point you can see why Joel enjoys taunting you this way usually.

Joel answers with a groan as you roll your hips at a particularly good angle. You press the barrel of the gun harder against his jaw.

“Use your words, Daddy” you mock him, biting your lip as you feel his cock twitch inside of you in response to the pet name.

He growls beneath you, meeting your eye furiously. “You.. feel like heaven and hell all at fuckin’ once baby. Killin’ me” he moans, rolling his hips upwards.

You move the gun away from his jaw, pressing it against his forehead as you halt the movements of your hips. “Told you not to move baby” you scold. “It'd be such a shame if I can’t let you come. Think you can listen?” you patronise him with a pout of your lips.

Joel looks utterly furious beneath you, a look he probably thinks intimidates you, but in this position it does nothing but make your cunt flutter hard around his cock.

He growls at the feeling, done with your games. Before you can make sense of what’s happening, Joel swipes the gun out of your hand, hooking his leg around yours and rolls you onto your back, his cock sinking deep into you under his weight.

The barrel of the gun is pressed under your jaw, the cool metal sending a shiver down your spine. You pant breathlessly, heart hammering as you comprehend your new position.

“Think someone got off a little too much on her power trip, huh?” Joel growls against your ear, plunging his cock deep inside you over and over.

You whimper beneath him, closing your eyes to hide from his stern gaze.

“Open your eyes” he orders, punctuating his words with a sharp tilt of the gun against the underside of your jaw.

You do as he says, well aware there’s little he can threaten with a prop, but the idea alone is enough thrill to make you obey.

“Such a naughty girl. If only your Daddy knew what a fuckin’ slut you are for me” he mutters, gripping your hip tightly as he continues to thrust mercilessly into you.

His movements feel like they’re knocking the wind out of you, but he’s fucking you so hard, so good that you can feel the beginnings of that tightly wrapped knot of arousal ready to snap.

“Joel, please, feels so good. Don’t stop” you beg, fingers clawing at his shirt.

“Aw, so close already darlin’?” he mocks. “Been aching for my cock all night have ya?”

You nod wordlessly, whimpering as he brings his thumb to circle your clit.

“Words” he taunts, pressing the barrel harder against your skin.

If you weren’t so fucked out, you’d have rolled your eyes. But you’d do anything for him to let you come, so you don’t back chat, you give him everything he wants.

“Yes, Daddy! Needed your cock, always need it” you mewl, your hands dancing underneath his T-shirt to scratch at the skin along his back.

He hisses at the sting, his thumb rubbing more rhythmic circles at your clit.

“Good girl. Want you to come f’me baby. Can ya do that?” he asks in a hushed, soothing voice.

“M’so close Joel, please, don’t stop” you whine, back arching as you lift your hips to meet his unrelenting thrusts.

Joel grunts as he feels you start to tighten around his cock, throwing the prop gun across the bed to grab both sides of your hips tightly.

He uses his grip as leverage to bounce you over his length, his eyes glued to the way your tits bounce and your mouth falls open on a gasp.

“Shit baby, need you to come or I ain’t gonna last. Feel too goddamn good” he says in a pained moan.

Your toes curl as you feel him hit you at just the right spot over and over, his moans of pleasure just enough to tip you over the edge.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m-“ you trail off as you feel the warm rush of your orgasm wreck through your body, limbs heavy as you writhe beneath Joel, who continues to fuck you through your pleasure, despite losing his steady rythym.

“Oh shit, baby, gonna come” he moans, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking himself onto you as he covers your stomach in his spend.

Joel rolls to the side of you, laying beside you as you both hopelessly try to catch your breath.

“Fuckin’ Christ baby that was..” Joel trails off, not able to find the words to explain the thrill of your change in dynamic.

You laugh, standing up shakily to grab a towel to clean yourself up before throwing it to Joel.

“Yeah, I can safely say my Dad would fucking kill you if he found out about that” you joke.

Joel scoffs, readjusting himself into his jeans before standing up. Just as he’s about to pull you into his arms, a knock sounds at your door, startling you both.

You hurriedly reach for your robe, shrugging it on before pushing Joel to hide behind the door as you open it, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.

Your heart drops into your stomach as you find Tommy on the other side of the door, your eyes wide with horror.

“Hey! The hell did you go?” he asks worriedly.

You scramble for an answer, but Tommy’s chuckle replaces any need for a response.

“Fuckin’ knew you were scared! I gotta go tell Joel” he pulls away in a fit of laughter, quickly making for the stairs.

With Tommy gone, Joel emerges from behind the door, quickly sidestepping you and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Chill out baby… look like you’ve seen a ghost” he mocks, grabbing the door handle with a wink before pulling it closed on you.

“Are you being annoying on purpose? I’m Lara Croft, dumbass” you roll your eyes.

Joel chuckles, crossing his arms as he leans against your doorframe. “Right. Sorry, guess the lack of triangle tits threw me off” he teases. You smirk, throwing the prop gun in your hand in his direction, which he swiftly dodges just before it hits his chest.

“Very funny” you reply humorlessly. “What are you doing up here anyway? My Dad will catch you, idiot” you drop your voice an octave.

Joel steps forward into your room, closing the door behind him with a soft click before he stalks towards you. He stops in front of you, his hands coming to rest gently at your waist.

“He went out to grab more beers ‘bout five minutes ago. Insisted we didn’t have enough damn alcohol in the house for the Halloween party” he tells you softly, bringing his lips to your neck where he places a gentle kiss.

You sigh, melting forwards into his touch as your arms come to wrap around his neck. He pulls you closer with a gentle hand at the back of your head, tracing the tip of his nose along the soft skin under your jaw as he inhales.

“Means we have about ten minutes before he’s back” Joel murmurs. You can feel his smug smile against your skin, and if it weren’t for his timing being so inconvenient, you’d have crumbled in an instant.

“Now you really are being an idiot” you scold, attempting to push him away by the shoulders.

Joel grins, closing the distance between you again as he snakes an arm around your waist to pull you flush against him.

He takes a commanding step forward, pushing you backwards until your back hits the wall where he rests his other hand above your head.

“What’s the matter? That pretty little head of yours gettin’ worried your daddy will catch us?”

“Yes, actually” you sigh, writhing under his touch as his thumb rubs gently up and down the exposed skin at your waist, his touch warm and firm. “Besides. I still need to get ready, and I can’t get this damn thigh holster to go on” you shove him backwards again, ignoring the sinful flutter in your stomach that he’s already managed to evoke.

The tortured man behind you groans audibly. “Damn it woman you are gonna kill me in this kinda get up”

You don’t have time to register his aroused compliments as you wander over to your bed to retrieve the holster. For what feels like the hundredth time, you attempt to fasten it to your thigh.

Joel leans against the wall, observing as you struggle and runs a hand over his bearded chin to conceal his smirk.

His eyes drift over your body greedily as he takes in the sight of you hunched over, your tiny shorts and cropped tshirt leaving little to the imagination. The bare skin of your thighs looks entirely too tempting.

It doesn't do his growing erection any favours as he listens to the soft little huffs leaving your lips as you try and fail to secure the holster.

Eventually he takes pity on you, moving closer to you before resting his hands at your hips. You let out a small yelp as you feel his warmth, along with the tent in his jeans at your backside.

“Lemme help you with that.. Dumbass” he mocks you endearingly.

You stand to face him, your jaw ticking in an attempt to bite back a smirk as you hand him the stupid garment.

He grins, taking the knockoff elastic prop from your hands and pulls you closer to him by your waist. “Good girl” he murmurs before placing a single, soft kiss on your lips. “Now, turn around for me”

With a sigh, you do as he instructs. He sinks to his knees, his fingertips lightly trailing up the back of your thighs, causing you to shiver despite his warm touch on your soft skin.

A low chuckle sounds behind you. “Don’t be nervous now.. I can be gentle when I wanna be”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you wriggle in his grip. “Joel, will you please just put this damn thing on!” you snap, but it’s not out of annoyance.

You’re frustrated as hell, and his warm breath between your thighs as he exhales yet another laugh isn’t doing anything to curb the desire that's slowly beginning to simmer in your belly.

“Impatient little thing, ain't ya?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the back of your thigh. His beard bristles against your bare skin, causing you to flinch.

“Joel!” you whine.

He relents, wrapping the holster around your thigh and tightens the strap, but his hand lingers over your skin for a moment longer than necessary, before he moves to secure the second piece to your other thigh.

He stands up, pressing himself against your back as he leans to your ear, whispering huskily. “There. Happy?”

You turn to face him, hands resting on his chest as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. “Yes. Thank you” you roll your eyes with a smile.

His hands find purchase at your waist again, one slipping to cup the curve of your ass. “You’re welcome, darlin’. Looks real fuckin’ nice on you” his gaze drops, trailing over your body shamelessly. He can’t help the groan that slips out in response.

Joel’s hand drops further down to your thigh, toying with the strap of the holster. He slides a finger beneath it, pulling it back slightly before letting it go, causing the cheap material to slap against your skin with a sharp sting.

“Ow! Joel wh-” you’re about to ask him what kind of game he’s playing, the skin of your thigh now tingling in pain. But when you meet his eyes, they’re dark, and you realise there’s no game.

His hand reaches for your throat, clasping around it gently. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ insane, y’know that? Lookin’ like this but not lettin’ me take what’s mine” he rasps against your ear.

“But, my dad-” you try to reason with him, your head cloudy as his grip tightens slightly around your neck.

He growls, low in your ear. “You’re makin’ it real difficult for me to keep my hands off ya darlin’. Not sure I care if your old man comes home or not”

You moan softly, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at the idea.

“Mmm that’s a pretty sound you’re makin’ for me,” he groans. “Want it just as bad as me, ain’t that right darlin’?”

You can only nod your head dizzily.

“Words, baby girl” he warns.

“Want you, Joel” you whine, a soft exhale leaving your lips as you feel your centre begin to throb with need.

He grins, loosening his hold on your neck. “There’s my good girl” he praises, gripping your hips and pulling you to grind against his hard length. “Want you too darlin’, you’ve no idea”

Joel pulls you into a deep kiss, swallowing your sweet moans as his tongue laps against yours hungrily. He paces you backwards towards your bed, the backs of your knees hitting the mattress softly before he lays you down.

He’s quick to climb on top of you, moving his kisses down your neck slowly, fingertips drifting down your body to trace along your bare midriff. You arch into his touch with a moan, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps along your skin.

“Joel” you sigh softly, his mouth unrelenting in his pursuit down your body, his tongue licking languidly in a descent along your torso. “Fuck, baby… love your mouth on me”

He pulls away from you to kneel at the edge of the bed, dragging you by the hips to pull your legs to dangle over the sides. He’s quick to hook them over his shoulders, his hands pressing firmly on the tops of your thighs to keep you still.

“Love my mouth do ya?” he teases as he presses wet kisses along the inside of your thigh. He grabs the holster between his teeth, letting it snap against your skin once more, eliciting a more pleasurable moan from you than last time.

“Shit, Joel” you whine as you sink back into your sheets, the sharp sting a more delicious feeling than you’d expected.

His sadistic chuckle is muffled against your thigh as he continues to paint your skin with rough, bearded kisses. You mewl as he pulls on your skin with his teeth, quickly soothing the pain by sucking.

But he doesn’t stop. His mouth stays fixed to that spot, and your head shoots up from the mattress to look down at him in horror.

“Joel! Everyone’s gonna see that mark!” you hiss, meeting his eye as he lifts his face with a satisfied smirk.

“Oops” he says without a hint of remorse. You groan as you let your head fall back, hands cupping your face with shame. “What’s the matter? Don’t like bein’ all marked up for me? Bet if I stuck my fingers in your cunt right now you’d be drippin’ for me baby”

“Fuck” you breathe, his dirty tongue sending your mind reeling.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles darkly. “Let’s find out, hey darlin’?”

Joel clambers back onto the bed, hovering over you on one propped elbow as he nudges his nose against yours. His hand is quick to tease its way over your clothed breast, slipping down your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your shorts.

Slowly, he slips his hand beneath your clothes, bypassing your underwear to meet the hot, wet desire you’ve built for him there.

Both of your mouths fall open in unison, breathing each other's air as you both let out a shaky sigh.

“Fuckin’ knew it“ he says in a tortured breath. “So wet for me baby.” He slides his fingers through your folds, making a point of gathering every drop that’s there for him. “Love me markin’ you up as mine don’t ya? Such a slut for daddy that y’need everyone to know it”

You bite your lip, stifling a moan as you arch against him. “Need more” you whine, rocking your hips against his hand.

“I bet ya do baby. Hurts does it?” he taunts, pressing his thumb against your clit.

“Please..” you breathe.

Joel lets out a strangled moan. “I like it when ya beg. Say it, say y‘need me”

“Need you Joel, need you so much, please” you sigh against his lips.

“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s gonna give you what you need. Gonna make it better for ya” his voice is low as he teases two thick fingers at your entrance.

You wriggle impatiently, a dark chuckle falling from Joel’s lips in response. “Please daddy”

Slowly, he pushes his fingers inside of you, capturing your lips to swallow the breathy moan that falls from them as you squeeze around him tightly.

“Fuck, Joel” you pant against his mouth, your nails digging into his sides as he gently curls his fingers.

“I know, baby, feels good don’t it? You feel so damn good for me too. Fuckin’ perfect” he rasps lowly, drawing his fingers in and out of you torturously slow. “Bet you can take more, know you like bein’ stretched. This pussy’s always so fuckin’ wet for me, hmm?”

“More. Want more” your voice comes out in a strangled cry, eyes fluttering closed as you clench tightly around his fingers.

He chuckles as he nudges his nose against yours, forcing you to bring your attention back to him.

“Open your eyes baby, want ya to look at me while I fuck this pretty little hole open with my fingers” Joel whispers heatidly.

You tremble beneath him with a sharp inhale, eyes meeting him just as he squeezes a third finger into your desperate cunt. “Oh fuck.. Joel, feels so full” you mewl, lifting your head to press your forehead against his.

“Fit me so well baby, gonna feel perfect around my cock” he accentuates with a thrust of his hips against your leg.

The room is silent, save for the salacious wet sounds of his fingers pulling you closer to heaven with every shaky exhale that leaves your lips.

You’re so close you can almost feel it, but you’re brought tumbling back to earth as the slam of a car door sounds outside of your window.

Joel halts his fingers, both of you stiffening in each other’s embrace as you strain your ears to hear for any further sound. There’s a pause of eerie stillness, the blood thumping in your ears making it hard to hear clearly.

Then it comes, your Dad’s voice at the bottom of the stairs.

“Joel?” he calls, his voice projecting all the way up to the second floor.

“Fuck” he groans, eyes rolling as he retrieves his slick covered fingers from your cunt. You whimper at the loss of contact, cheeks burning with the frustration of your unkempt desire.

Before he pulls himself away from you fully, he places a hungry kiss on your lips, pulling back to trail his fingertips over your mouth, prompting you to open.

“We’re not done here, y’hear me?” he whispers as he slips his fingers over your tongue, watching with a pained gaze as you close your mouth and suck your desire clean from his fingers.

You nod, a soft ‘mhmm’ muffling around his thick digits.

Joel groans like a man tortured before pulling his fingers from your mouth, eliciting a soft whimper from your throat. He brings his hand to grip your chin, his fingers squeezing the sides of your mouth into a slight pucker. “Don’t fuckin’ think about touchin’ yourself. If you’re gonna come, it’s gonna be for me”

He draws away from you quickly, your body falling back into the bed with a soft gasp as he releases you from his grip, leaving you flustered with an insatiable ache between your legs. Before you can answer, he’s gone.

You hear him flush the toilet in the bathroom next door to your room before he bounds down the stairs. A clever move that comes from being too well practised at sneaking around.

But then again both of you were, if the last four months of fucking your dads best friend undetected was anything to go by.

You sigh softly, hiding your face behind your hands as you silently plead for the throbbing between your legs to disappear.

After around twenty minutes of hearing guests arrive, with a lively thud of music and chatter now sounding from downstairs, you finally descend from your room.

As you arrive downstairs, your eyes immediately land on Joel, who’s occupied himself in front of the punch bowl on the kitchen counter, leaning against it as he takes slow sips of beer.

His gaze sticks to you the moment you walk in the kitchen, eyes trailing down to wander over the mark he’d left on your thigh only moments ago.

He smirks behind another sip of beer as your eyes drop curiously down your body to follow his heated stare.

“Shit” you mumble under your breath, reaching down to hurriedly adjust the strap of your holster to cover the salacious mark. In your flustered state, you don’t notice your Dad entering the kitchen.

“Hey kiddo, how ya doin?” he startles you as his voice sounds behind you. You turn quickly, hiding your panic with a wide smile.

“Dad, hey! Wow, your costume..” you distract him by turning the attention on him, eyeing his brown leather jacket and hat curiously.

“Indiana Jones” he replies with a laugh, noticing you struggling to piece together his outfit.

“Right..” you laugh softly. “Guess we both went down the same kinda route” you gesture to your costume, hoping you don’t have to explain it, due to the endless hours in childhood you and your father had spent playing tomb raider games together.

He chuckles heartily, patting you gently on the shoulder. “Seems we both love a good adventurer, ey?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “Something like that” you smile.

“Joel’s here, make sure you go say hi” he says in a quieter tone, nodding behind you in Joel’s direction, ever the father figure urging you to be polite. You flinch the minute you hear his name, almost as if it’s a cuss word that shouldn’t be spoken.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as you turn to look in Joel’s direction. He raises his beer at you both in a silent greeting from a distance before you turn back to face your Dad. “Uhhh, yeah. I will, don’t worry, Dad.” you reassure him, but he doesn’t seem to buy it, mistaking your uneasiness for reluctance.

He looks at you silently for a moment, studying your slightly off demeanour. “C’mon, I know forcing you to chat with half the neighbourhood might not be your idea of fun, but Joel’s been part of your life forever. Least you could do is say hello, kiddo. He’s practically my bro-”

You cringe, hoping Joel can’t overhear too much of the conversation, interrupting him quickly. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go talk to him. Happy?” you relent, holding your hands up in mock surrender.

He claps you on the shoulder gently with a huge grin. “Atta girl” he says with a chuckle before turning away from you to wander into a crowd of other guests.

Your cheeks heat, knowing Joel’s eyes are likely fixed on the back of your head, probably for that entire interaction.

With a steadying breath, you turn in his direction. True enough, you meet his gaze, a dumb smirk hiding behind his bottle of beer as he takes a sip.

You scowl as you stride towards him slowly, brows knitting even further together when you notice his eyes prowl over your body as you walk, seemingly uncaring of anyone who might be watching.

When you finally come to a stop in front of him, he chuckles, lips setting in a smug smile. “Evenin’ sweetheart” he says flatly, but the glint in his eye is dangerously playful.

You acknowledge him with a hum, crossing your arms as you scrutinise him, eyes roaming over his casual blue T-shirt and jeans.

“Where the fuck is your costume?” you complain, gesturing to his normal clothes.

Joel reaches behind him on the counter top, retrieving a hat, placing it on his head with a grin.

“Cowboy hat. Like a true Texan” he says dumbly.

You roll your eyes, unimpressed. “Inventive” you say dryly, but the corner of your mouth betrays you by curling gently into a smirk.

He laughs at your distaste, taking another long sip of his beer. “Whatever. It was last minute. Might’a forgotten about the dress code” he mumbles over the loud music.

“Ahh, spare your excuses Mr Miller” you tease, nudging him in the stomach with your elbow.

“Always gotta get smart with me, don’t ya?” he grins, stalking closer to you slowly, a heated glint in his eye.

Instinctively you take a step backwards, your eyes scanning for prying eyes. “Be careful” you hiss, pushing him back with your palms against his chest.

Joel looks down at you, a playful flicker in his gaze and a sly smirk on his lips. “Careful of what darlin’?”

“Literally everyone can see us right now!” you whisper through gritted teeth, glancing around once more and replacing your look of concern with a forced smile.

“What?” He plays stupid. “See your Dads old pal offerin’ you a drink?” he says innocently, holding a beer towards you with raised brows.

You scoff, taking the beer in a quick swipe before bringing it to your lips. “Mmhmm, sure” you mumble.

You try to ignore the way Joel’s eyes linger on your face. Try to pay no attention to the way they seem to grow darker as he watches your tongue dart over your bottom lip as you savour the taste of your drink.

But truthfully there’s nothing you find more thrilling than this man’s unwavering desire for you, and the heat in his eyes makes your stomach flutter.

He moves a little closer to you, his arm brushing against your shoulder. “You really do look so damn good. Killin’ me out here not bein’ able to touch ya” he whispers, voice strained like he’s in pain.

Your eyes flicker up to meet him, eyes stern and dark with an unspoken lust that makes your skin prickle.

Before you have the chance to reply, Joel’s attention is stolen by something behind you, his face momentarily flashing with confusion before a huge grin splits his face.

“Look who finally showed up” Joel drawls, pushing past you to greet a new guest.

You turn around curiously, before a smile of your own takes over your face as you watch Joel clap Tommy on the shoulder before handing him a beer.

“Better late than never, brother” he chuckles, gratefully accepting the beverage and taking a long swig.

He turns to you quickly, flashing you a smile before glancing over your outfit and raising his brows. “Damn, you look great!” he whistles.

Joel glares silently at Tommy, a possessive glint in his eye. He quickly looks back to you for your reaction.

“Thank you!” you smile, pulling Tommy in for a hug before glancing over his worn clothes covered in fake blood. “But you look amazing”

Tommy makes a show of spinning around on the spot, showing off all angles of his costume. “Looks cool right? Thought I’d come as a post apocalypse zombie killer” he says with a chuckle, lifting up a doll's head covered in blood.

You give Joel a pointed look. “See. That’s inventive, Mr cowboy” you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” he grumbles, looking at you through narrowed eyes.

You smirk at the irritation in his tone, but draw your attention back to Tommy.

“I’m sure you heard that my Dad went all out and set up a scare maze in the garden this year?” you question both men curiously, eager to check it out.

Tommy grins widely. “Heard somethin’ about it, sounds cool as hell. You scared of a few fake monsters?” he teases.

You scoff, mildly offended at the suggestion. “Of course not” you argue with determination.

“Yeah? Prove it” he challenges with a smirk.

You can’t help but smile back, the playful energy between you and Tommy something infectious. “Right now?” you laugh, setting down your beer on the counter behind Joel, your arm brushing against his briefly.

“Right now” he confirms with a confident nod of his head, eagerly setting his drink down beside yours. “Unless you’re scared?”

“Sure. Scared im gonna be holding your hand the whole way round” you quip, smiling as Tommy laughs with a shake of his head.

You look at Joel expectantly. “Joel, you coming?” you ask in a tone you pray doesn’t sound too hopeful.

He looks at you silently for a moment, arms crossed and his mouth set in a straight line. “Nah. I’ll wait here. You kids go have fun”

Your face drops, worry settling in your stomach, but before you can dwell on Joel’s change in demeanour, Tommy is dragging you towards the door.

For an at home job, your Dad had put together a pretty decent setup, a huge, old gazebo housing an elaborate maze of tacky Halloween decorations and jump scares.

He’d somehow roped some work colleagues into agreeing to play part of the setup, probably with an empty promise of a bonus at the end of tax year.

As you approach the entrance, Tommy lets out a low whistle. You eye him with a brow raised challengingly.

“Scared already?” you goad, trying to keep a teasing smirk away from your lips.

Tommy jokingly puffs out his chest with a scoff. “Not a chance. C’mon” he strides forward into the eerie orange glow of the maze, not bothering to look back to make sure you're following.

You stay hot on his heels so you don’t lose him, glancing at the fake blood on the walls of the maze as you walk forward. A scream at the other end of the maze startles you, for which you’re glad Tommy is still ahead of you, sparing you from his ridicule.

As you round the first corner, the lighting begins to flicker, illuminating a scattering of body bags lining the path. Subconsciously, you grab Tommy’s arm, bracing yourself in the darkness for whatever was to come.

Tommy chuckles beside you, taking his eyes away from the path. “Thought you weren’t scared, huh?” he teases.

“I’m not fucking sc-”

You’re cut off by Tommy’s grunt as he jolts away from one of the body bags, a string of curse words leaving his mouth as he pulls away from a hand gripping his calf through the now unzipped bag.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you observe him trying to compose his panic.

“Alright, fuck, that one got me” he says breathlessly, standing behind you in an attempt to urge you to go ahead of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you” you mock him with a pout, offering your hand, which he quickly swats away with a scoff.

You head forward, suppressing the giggle in your chest. Around the next corner, you spot a man in zombie makeup, eagerly turning around to tap Tommy on the shoulder.

“Looks like you’re up, ‘zombie killer’” you chuckle.

Tommy’s face morphs into a look of determination, taking a nerve steeling breath before he draws his prop gun from behind his back. “I’ll handle this m’lady”

You smirk as you watch him overtake you, his stance stealthy as he paces slowly towards the poor man just trying to play his part in the maze.

Before you can see the outcome of his dramatic performance, you’re startled by a hand gripping over your mouth, stifling your screams as its owner pulls you backwards into the shadows.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, eyes wide with fear as your rationale tells you it has to be part of the maze, that there's no real danger here.

It’s not until you hear a familiar dark chuckle in your ear that you realise you’re in a whole different kind of trouble.

“It’s only me darlin’. No need to be so scared” Joel whispers deeply against your neck, his warm breath fanning your soft skin.

You try not to stumble as he continues to walk you backwards, finally letting go of you as he walks you through the back door of your house. He closes the door quickly, turning you in his grip before pinning you against it with his leg pressed firmly between your thighs.

“Fuck, Joel! You scared the shit out of me!” you scold him, your breathing ragged as your heart slowly drops to its normal rhythm.

He doesn’t answer, opting to grind his hips against yours as he kisses your neck hungrily.

You sigh softly, cursing him for how quick your uncurbed arousal from earlier is to return.

Joel groans against your skin, licking and sucking at the spot beneath your ear that he knows is quick to make you melt.

As good as his mouth feels on your skin, you're painfully aware of where you are, and the amount of people that pose a risk of walking in on the two of you.

“Joel” you mewl quietly. “What are you doing?”

“Takin’ what’s mine” he mumbles matter of factly, hands wandering over the exposed skin at your waist.

You moan under his touch, desperate for more of it. “We can’t. Not here” you argue.

“Why not?” he chuckles darkly, fingers playing with the waistband of your shorts.

You reach for the back of his head, fingers gripping his hair and tugging hard enough to pull his mouth away from your neck. He hisses at the sharp sting, but the glint in his eye is enough clue to tell you he enjoys it.

“You want my Dad to kill you, huh?” you whisper sternly.

Joel’s jaw ticks as he thinks rationally, before pushing himself away from you reluctantly. “Upstairs. Now. I ain’t waitin’ a second longer to bury my cock inside of you” he orders.

Your stomach lurches in response to his lewd demand, no denying the excitement that flutters in your stomach.

You smirk, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before bounding up the stairs to your room. Joel waits a beat before following you, ruling out the possibility of anyone seeing him follow you.

As soon as Joel enters your room he slams the door closed, shoving you up against the cold wood. His lips are on yours in an instant, his body draped against yours as he grabs your hands, pinning your wrists above your head. His tongue slips between your lips, delving into your mouth as he swallows your moans hungrily.

He pulls back after a moment, both of you breathless as he smirks, eyes fixed on your now plump lips. “Now, where were we?” he whispers.

You bite your lip in anticipation as Joel’s hands find your hips, using his grip as leverage to push you towards your bed. He pushes you roughly onto your back, a soft breath leaving your lips as you fall flush against the mattress, before he closes the gap between you by collapsing on top of you.

Joel pins you to the bed with his hips, his cock painfully hard against your clothed cunt as he rolls his hips forward purposely.

He’s rough with his touch, pulling down the strap of your holster to expose the mark you’d hidden behind it earlier.

“Tell me you’re mine” he orders, hand gripping your chin tightly.

“M’yours Joel” you sigh without hesitation. “Only wanna be yours” you tell him honestly.

He hums an acknowledgement . “And yet you hide this from everyone” he rubs his thumb over the angry mark gently. “Are you ashamed of bein’ mine, darlin’?” he breathes against your neck.

You shake your head quickly, whimpering in his grip. “No..love being yours” you whine as he rolls his hips once more.

“That right?” he challenges with a quirked brow. “Think you can show me how much?”

Your brows knit together, confused what exactly it is he’s asking for.

Sensing your hesitation, he rolls the two of you over on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap as he lays beneath you.

“You’re gonna ride my cock” he states darkly.

Your cunt flutters at the lewd, unfiltered way he demands what he wants from you. You nod, biting your lip as he smirks at your timid response.

Joel reaches a hand up towards you, cupping it lightly around your neck as leverage to pull you down into a bruising kiss.

He presses his tongue into your mouth as his hips lift against yours slowly, his hands drifting along your waist to tease under your shirt. You part from your kiss for him to lift it over your head, throwing it to the floor carelessly.

His hand finds your neck again, pushing you gently upwards to straddle his thighs once more. With his free hand, he unbuckles his belt, inching his jeans and underwear down, his cock springing free, painfully hard and aching for your touch.

He sighs as you bring a hand to his length, squeezing him gently before pumping your hand up and down in slow strokes.

“Fuck baby, love the way you touch me” he groans beneath you.

The gape of his mouth, the furrow of his brow and the soft panting breath leaving his lips sends a new surge of arousal straight to your core.

“Wanna feel you, Joel, need your cock” you whine, letting go of his length to fiddle with the button of your shorts.

You tug them a little less than gracefully away from your body, removing the prop guns strapped to your legs to get them off along with your underwear with more ease, before reaching to undo the thigh holsters next.

Joel’s hand halts your movements with a sharp grip. You meet his eye with a look of confusion, but he looks up at you with a black, steely gaze.

“No baby. The thigh holsters stay on” he orders darkly.

Your stomach flips, a new, raw excitement surging through you at his command. You bite your lip to conceal your smile, removing your hands from the garment with a nod.

He smirks, pleased with your compliance. “Good girl. Now, sit on my cock” he orders through gritted teeth.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you reposition yourself over him, eyes flickering beside you to the prop gun you absentmindedly discarded moments ago.

Before you can let yourself overthink- or over analyse that it’s a stupid idea, you grab the prop, holding the gun tightly in your hand before pressing the barrel snuggly under Joel’s jaw.

Joel’s breath hitches, confusion flooding his face before his jaw tightens, a subtle smirk at the corner of his mouth.

“Do you get off on being so goddamn bossy?” you breathe exasperatedly, hovering your pussy over his cock teasingly.

“What can I say? Love orderin’ you around” he answers smugly.

You laugh under your breath, lowering yourself to slide your wet folds tantalisingly slowly over his length. “I’ve noticed. Think maybe it’s time you took some orders of your own” you say challengingly, nudging the gun harder to tilt his face to look you in the eye as you peer down at him.

His eyes are wildly dark, to the point you’re almost afraid he’s going to take back what little upper hand you’ve gained for himself. But the smirk on his face, the compliance in the way he lays still beneath you is blatantly telling you that he likes this.

“Yes ma’am” he murmurs beneath you.

You smile, satisfied with yourself. “Good. Now don’t move” you order, lining his hard cock at your dripping entrance before slowly sheathing him inside of you. You sigh as you feel his size stretch you open, a delicious sting that you can never get enough of every time.

Joel’s jaw clenches as you squeeze around him, his hands quickly finding your waist as his fingers dig into your skin. “God fuckin’ damnit baby”

You hum in amusement, grinding against him slowly. “Feels good does it?” you prompt with a sly curl of your lips.

The change in power dynamic is dizzying, one you’re not used to, but it’s thrilling to the point you can see why Joel enjoys taunting you this way usually.

Joel answers with a groan as you roll your hips at a particularly good angle. You press the barrel of the gun harder against his jaw.

“Use your words, Daddy” you mock him, biting your lip as you feel his cock twitch inside of you in response to the pet name.

He growls beneath you, meeting your eye furiously. “You.. feel like heaven and hell all at fuckin’ once baby. Killin’ me” he moans, rolling his hips upwards.

You move the gun away from his jaw, pressing it against his forehead as you halt the movements of your hips. “Told you not to move baby” you scold. “It'd be such a shame if I can’t let you come. Think you can listen?” you patronise him with a pout of your lips.

Joel looks utterly furious beneath you, a look he probably thinks intimidates you, but in this position it does nothing but make your cunt flutter hard around his cock.

He growls at the feeling, done with your games. Before you can make sense of what’s happening, Joel swipes the gun out of your hand, hooking his leg around yours and rolls you onto your back, his cock sinking deep into you under his weight.

The barrel of the gun is pressed under your jaw, the cool metal sending a shiver down your spine. You pant breathlessly, heart hammering as you comprehend your new position.

“Think someone got off a little too much on her power trip, huh?” Joel growls against your ear, plunging his cock deep inside you over and over.

You whimper beneath him, closing your eyes to hide from his stern gaze.

“Open your eyes” he orders, punctuating his words with a sharp tilt of the gun against the underside of your jaw.

You do as he says, well aware there’s little he can threaten with a prop, but the idea alone is enough thrill to make you obey.

“Such a naughty girl. If only your Daddy knew what a fuckin’ slut you are for me” he mutters, gripping your hip tightly as he continues to thrust mercilessly into you.

His movements feel like they’re knocking the wind out of you, but he’s fucking you so hard, so good that you can feel the beginnings of that tightly wrapped knot of arousal ready to snap.

“Joel, please, feels so good. Don’t stop” you beg, fingers clawing at his shirt.

“Aw, so close already darlin’?” he mocks. “Been aching for my cock all night have ya?”

You nod wordlessly, whimpering as he brings his thumb to circle your clit.

“Words” he taunts, pressing the barrel harder against your skin.

If you weren’t so fucked out, you’d have rolled your eyes. But you’d do anything for him to let you come, so you don’t back chat, you give him everything he wants.

“Yes, Daddy! Needed your cock, always need it” you mewl, your hands dancing underneath his T-shirt to scratch at the skin along his back.

He hisses at the sting, his thumb rubbing more rhythmic circles at your clit.

“Good girl. Want you to come f’me baby. Can ya do that?” he asks in a hushed, soothing voice.

“M’so close Joel, please, don’t stop” you whine, back arching as you lift your hips to meet his unrelenting thrusts.

Joel grunts as he feels you start to tighten around his cock, throwing the prop gun across the bed to grab both sides of your hips tightly.

He uses his grip as leverage to bounce you over his length, his eyes glued to the way your tits bounce and your mouth falls open on a gasp.

“Shit baby, need you to come or I ain’t gonna last. Feel too goddamn good” he says in a pained moan.

Your toes curl as you feel him hit you at just the right spot over and over, his moans of pleasure just enough to tip you over the edge.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m-“ you trail off as you feel the warm rush of your orgasm wreck through your body, limbs heavy as you writhe beneath Joel, who continues to fuck you through your pleasure, despite losing his steady rythym.

“Oh shit, baby, gonna come” he moans, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking himself onto you as he covers your stomach in his spend.

Joel rolls to the side of you, laying beside you as you both hopelessly try to catch your breath.

“Fuckin’ Christ baby that was..” Joel trails off, not able to find the words to explain the thrill of your change in dynamic.

You laugh, standing up shakily to grab a towel to clean yourself up before throwing it to Joel.

“Yeah, I can safely say my Dad would fucking kill you if he found out about that” you joke.

Joel scoffs, readjusting himself into his jeans before standing up. Just as he’s about to pull you into his arms, a knock sounds at your door, startling you both.

You hurriedly reach for your robe, shrugging it on before pushing Joel to hide behind the door as you open it, hoping you don’t look as flustered as you feel.

Your heart drops into your stomach as you find Tommy on the other side of the door, your eyes wide with horror.

“Hey! The hell did you go?” he asks worriedly.

You scramble for an answer, but Tommy’s chuckle replaces any need for a response.

“Fuckin’ knew you were scared! I gotta go tell Joel” he pulls away in a fit of laughter, quickly making for the stairs.

With Tommy gone, Joel emerges from behind the door, quickly sidestepping you and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Chill out baby… look like you’ve seen a ghost” he mocks, grabbing the door handle with a wink before pulling it closed on you.