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Joel couldn’t decide if you reminded him of a soldier or a queen, but either way, it made his chest tighten every time you spoke.

It started innocently enough.

“Joel, we need these supplies moved to the north gate before sundown,” you said one day, standing by the depot, that calm, no-nonsense tone that made Joel’s stomach flip.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied without thinking, the words slipping out as easily as breathing.

You’d looked up, a flicker of amusement in your eyes. “Didn’t peg you for the ‘yes ma’am’ type,” you teased lightly, your lips curving into that small, knowing smile.

Joel had flushed, shifting on his feet like a boy caught stealing. “Guess it’s just… habit.”

You didn’t push, just nodded and turned back, but Joel couldn’t get the moment out of his head.

Something about the way you spoke to him—firm but never condescending, confident but never overbearing—lit something inside him he hadn’t felt in years. 

Respect, maybe. Or something deeper, darker, and far more dangerous.

The more months you worked together, the worse it got for him.

“Joel, grab the shotgun and cover me,” you ordered one day, crouched behind a rusted-out truck as infected skittered through the woods ahead. Your voice was steady, even in the heat of the moment, and Joel’s chest swelled as he followed your lead without question.

Another time, while patrolling the perimeter, you had said, “Check the west side at dusk. Let me know if anything’s out of place.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel had answered automatically, his voice softer, almost reverent.

You didn’t always notice how easily he fell into step with you, how much he craved the way you trusted him to follow through. 

But Joel noticed. Every damn time. 

And it wasn’t just respect—though that was there too—it was something raw and magnetic. Something that made his chest tighten and his cock stir in ways that left him fumbling for composure.

It wasn’t just the way you spoke. It was the way you carried yourself. The way you moved through the world with confidence that was effortless, never forced. 

You weren’t trying to prove anything to anyone—you just were. You called the shots when they needed calling, and people listened, not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

Joel wanted to. And more than that, he liked it.

One night, it all came to a head.

Jackson was quiet, the streets bathed in the soft glow of lanterns strung between buildings. Joel was walking back from the stables when he spotted you on the porch of the town hall, a map spread across the railing in front of you. 

The way the light hit your face, catching on your jawline and softening your features, made his chest ache.

“Joel,” you called, your voice slicing through the stillness like a blade.

He froze for half a second before making his way over, his boots crunching softly on the gravel. 

His pulse quickened as he got closer, his eyes darting over you—your loose hair falling over one shoulder, the curve of your wrist as you held the edge of the map, the faint furrow in your brow that he desperately wanted to smooth away.

“Everything alright?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

You glanced up, your eyes meeting his. “Come take a look at this,” you said, motioning him closer.

Joel stepped up beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he looked at the map.

The faint scent of soap and leather lingered on you, and Joel had to force himself to focus on what you were pointing at—a marked spot near the riverbank.

“Been seeing signs of movement out here the past couple nights,” you explained. “Could be nothing, but I want to clear it tomorrow. Need someone to back me up. You in?”

“Always,” Joel said immediately, his voice quieter than he intended but no less firm. His fingers brushed yours as he took the map, and he swore he felt a spark.

You smiled then—just a small curve of your lips—but it sent heat rushing through Joel’s chest. “Good. Be ready at dawn.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel murmured before he could stop himself.

Your brows lifted slightly, amusement flickering in your expression. “You don’t have to keep calling me that, you know.”

Joel rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks warming. “Can’t help it,” he muttered, his gaze sliding to the ground. “Suits you.”

Your smile widened just enough to make his heart stumble. “If you say so.”

With that, you folded the map, tucked it under your arm, and disappeared into the town hall, leaving Joel standing there like a damn fool, his chest tight and his jeans uncomfortably snug. 

He swore under his breath, adjusting his stance in a futile attempt to ease the ache building low in his belly.

It wasn’t fair. 

The way you got under his skin without even trying. The way you made him feel… lighter and heavier all at once. 

Joel had spent his whole life being the one people leaned on, the one who carried the weight, and for once, he didn’t mind letting someone else take the reins. 

Hell, he wanted to. 

He wanted to follow you, to listen to you, to give you every ounce of control you asked for.

Joel stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door of the town hall long after you’d gone inside. 

His pulse pounded in his ears, the ache in his jeans growing unbearable as his mind replayed the last few moments—the way your voice curled around his name, the subtle command in your tone when you told him to be ready, the approving smile that lingered on your lips when he’d answered.

It was ridiculous, he thought bitterly, rubbing the back of his neck. He was a grown man, for Christ’s sake, and yet here he was, rock-hard in the middle of Jackson like some lovesick idiot. 

His cock throbbed against the tight denim of his jeans, a constant, humiliating reminder of how badly he wanted you—how badly he needed you.

Joel swallowed hard, adjusting himself as subtly as he could manage, though the motion sent a shiver of frustration through him. 

This was nothing new. 

Every time he was around you, it was like his body betrayed him, reacting to the sound of your voice, the sway of your hips, the smallest flick of your wrist as you gestured for him to follow.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it—about you.

The way you carried yourself, confident and composed, made his chest tighten in ways that were equal parts admiration and raw, aching need.

You were everything Joel wasn’t. Steady. Collected. In control. And fuck if he didn’t crave that about you.

More than anything, he craved the way you made him feel. Like he could just… let go.

The thought sent a fresh jolt of arousal straight to his cock, and Joel bit back a groan, his hand clenching at his side. 

He’d spent years—decades—being the man people turned to, the one who handled the tough shit without complaint.

But with you? He didn’t want to be the guy in charge. 

He wanted to be the one following orders, wanted to be the one looking up at you, waiting for your approval. 

He wanted to make you proud. 

To hear you say his name the way you had earlier, with that faint hint of amusement, like you saw something in him that no one else ever had.

Goddamn it, he was pathetic.

Joel shook his head, muttering a low curse under his breath as he turned away from the town hall. 

The walk back to his house felt like a blur, his thoughts too tangled to focus on anything but you. 

Every step sent a dull throb through his cock, and by the time he reached his front door, his hands were trembling, his jaw tight with restraint.

Inside, Joel leaned heavily against the door, the cool wood pressing into his back as he exhaled shakily. His chest rose and fell in uneven waves, the pounding of his heart loud in the stillness of the house. 

The faint creak of the floorboards beneath his boots reminded him he wasn’t dreaming, though he almost wished he were—wished the memory of you wasn’t so vivid it set his whole body on fire.

His jacket slid from his shoulders and hung limply on the hook by the door, but the ritual did little to calm him. 

His hand lingered against the fabric, fingers gripping tightly for a moment as though holding on to it might anchor him. But there was no escape—not from the way you lingered in his thoughts, the way your voice echoed in his ears like a melody he couldn’t shake.

C’mere, Joel. I need you to check this.

C’mere, Joel….

The words played on repeat, the confidence in your tone, the subtle curve of authority behind every syllable. 

The way you’d glanced at him tonight, your eyes catching his for just a second longer than necessary—it was enough to drive him insane. 

Joel groaned softly, the sound rough and guttural as he pressed the heel of his palm against the stiff, aching bulge in his jeans.

“Jesus,” he muttered, shaking his head as if that might clear it. But it didn’t. It never did. He’d thought about you like this too many times to count. 

Late at night, alone in the dark, his fist slick and tight around his cock, imagining you leaning over him, your voice a breathy, commanding whisper.

“Good boy, Joel. Just like that.”

It was the praise that undid him every time, the approval he ached for, that soft edge of control in your voice that made his chest tighten and his hips buck into his hand. 

Joel’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he pushed off the door, his steps hurried and uneven as he made his way toward the bedroom. 

His body was hot, his skin flushed as he kicked the door shut behind him and leaned against it, his breath coming fast and shallow.

He didn’t bother with the lights. There was no point when the image of you burned so brightly in his mind.

His hands fumbled with his belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp hiss before he shoved his jeans down his thighs, kicking them aside. 

His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Joel wrapped his calloused fingers around himself, his rough palm dragging slowly along the length as his head tipped back against the door. 

A soft, broken groan escaped his lips, and he tightened his grip, savoring the sharp sensation.

“Yes,” Joel whispered hoarsely, his hips jerking into his hand as the thought took hold.

The image was so vivid it made his knees weak.

“On your knees, Joel. Let me see how much you want it.”

He imagined you standing over him, your hands on your hips, your lips curved into that wicked, knowing smile.

You’d look down at him like you owned him, and Joel would crumble beneath that gaze, his body desperate to obey.

His hand moved faster, his strokes rougher as his chest heaved. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice thick and broken. “I’d do it. Anything you want, darlin’. Just… just fuckin’ tell me.”

And then, there was the fantasy he couldn’t shake. You’d guide him down—your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him hiss as you tilted his face up toward yours.

“You want to make me feel good, baby? Show me.” You’d press his face between your thighs, your warmth surrounding him, and Joel would lose himself.

He could almost feel it—the softness of your skin, the slick heat of your cunt against his lips. His tongue would trace slow, deliberate circles around your clit, savoring the way your body trembled beneath his mouth. 

You’d moan his name, your voice breathy and broken, and it would be the only thing he cared about.

Joel groaned loudly, his hips jerking off the door as his hand tightened, the slick sound filling the room. “Please,” he rasped, his voice shaking. “Please, darlin’. Let me be good for you. Let me—”

He imagined you grinding against his face, your thighs clenching around his head as you guided him, demanding more. “That’s it, Joel. Just like that. Don’t stop until I come, baby.”

The thought of your approval, of hearing you call him a good boy as he worked tirelessly to please you, made his cock throb painfully in his hand. “I’d do it,” he muttered hoarsely. “I’d fuckin’ worship you, darlin’. Just say the word.”

The tension snapped, his body locking up as his release hit. Hot, thick spurts spilled over his hand, his voice breaking into a low, guttural groan as his hips jerked helplessly. 

Your name fell from his lips, raw and reverent, as the pleasure coursed through him, leaving him trembling and spent.

For a long moment, Joel stood there, his chest heaving, his hand still wrapped loosely around his softening cock. 

The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, the evidence of his need dripping onto the floor, and yet all he could think about was you. Your voice, your smile, the way you made him feel like he could let go of everything and just… be.

Joel swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as he finally pushed off the door and reached for a towel. 

He cleaned himself up quickly, his thoughts still tangled, his body still thrumming with the remnants of his release. But even as the tension faded, the ache lingered—the desperate, aching need for you.

For your voice. For your touch. For your approval.

And Joel knew he’d never stop wanting it. Never stop wanting you.

Because this wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not until he had you.

Not until he could hear you say his name the way he’d always dreamed, soft and breathless, your hands gripping his shoulders as you told him exactly what to do.

· · ───

The sun was barely cresting the horizon as you and Joel set out toward the riverbank, the chilly morning air biting at your cheeks. Joel kept a steady pace beside you, his rifle slung across his shoulder, his eyes scanning the dense treeline with practiced precision.

Despite the tension that always came with patrols, there was a comfort in your presence—a grounding force that he couldn’t quite put into words.

The faint scent of soap and leather lingered on you, familiar and steady, and Joel found himself stealing glances at you more than he should.

You walked with such assuredness, each step purposeful, and the soft sway of your hips had him swallowing harder than necessary.

He tried to focus, but your commanding presence made it impossible not to feel both overwhelmed and grounded.

“See this?” you murmured, crouching near a patch of disturbed dirt. Your voice was low, clipped, yet patient as you gestured for him to come closer. “Looks like someone’s been through here recently. More than one.”

Joel crouched beside you, his shoulder brushing yours as he examined the ground.

The way your hair caught the morning light, the subtle curve of your neck—it was too much. His chest tightened as he forced his gaze to the dirt and away from the way your lips parted slightly in concentration.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice rougher than intended. “Could be raiders.”

“Could be,” you agreed, straightening and adjusting the strap of your pack. “Let’s keep moving. Stay sharp.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Joel said before he could stop himself, the words slipping out instinctively.

You glanced at him, one brow arching, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at your lips.

You turned without a word, leading the way through the uneven terrain. Joel followed close behind, his pulse quickening with every step. 

You always had this effect on him, like you were a magnet and he couldn’t help but be pulled in.

The ambush came fast. 

Raiders poured from the treeline, their weapons raised, shouts breaking the morning quiet. 

Joel moved on instinct, diving behind a fallen log and returning fire, but it was you who commanded the chaos with sharp, decisive orders.

“Joel! Left flank! Cover me!”

He obeyed without question, his rifle steady as he took down one of the raiders attempting to circle around. 

Even in the heat of the moment, his eyes kept darting to you—how you moved like a ghost through the underbrush, your aim deadly, your composure unshaken.

But when one of them charged at your blind spot, Joel didn’t think. He moved.

The gunshot echoed like thunder as he dropped the man with a single shot. 

You spun to face him, your eyes wide—not with fear but with something else. Relief? Gratitude? Whatever it was, it made his chest swell.

“Thanks,” you said, your tone steady despite the chaos. “But I told you—stay back.”

Joel gritted his teeth but nodded, ducking back behind cover as you finished off the last of the raiders. 

When the dust settled, you stood amidst the wreckage, your rifle slung over your shoulder, your expression calm but sharp. 

You scanned the area one last time before nodding.

“We’re clear,” you said, turning toward him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Joel replied, though his arm burned where a bullet had grazed him. 

He shifted, trying to hide the blood seeping through his sleeve.

Your eyes narrowed. “You’re hit.”

“It’s nothin’,” he muttered, brushing it off.

“It’s not nothing,” you snapped, stepping closer. Your hand grabbed his arm, firm but not harsh. “We’re done here. You’re going back to Jackson. Now.”

Joel stiffened, his jaw tightening. “I can keep goin’. I’m fine.”

You tilted your head, the corners of your lips pulling into a wry, almost dangerous smile. 

“Joel,” you said, your voice low but laced with authority that sent a shiver down his spine. “Do I look like I’m asking?”

Joel swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears. “No, ma’am,” he muttered, his voice quieter this time, almost reverent.

“Good.” Your fingers lingered on his arm for just a second longer than necessary, the heat of your touch branding him, before you turned toward the horses. “Let’s move.”

At the clinic, Joel sat on the cot, his shirt discarded, the gash on his arm raw and angry. He winced as the doctor worked, stitching the wound with quick precision. 

But his eyes weren’t on the needle or the thread—they were on you, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed, your expression unreadable.

“You’ll need to rest for at least a couple days,” the doctor said, tying off the final stitch. “No patrols, no heavy lifting.”

Joel opened his mouth to argue, but your sharp glance silenced him immediately.

“Got it,” you said curtly, nodding at the doctor. “Thank you.”

When the doctor left, you turned to Joel, your arms dropping to your sides as you stepped closer. “Let’s get you home.”

Back at his house, you guided him inside, your hand on his arm, your touch firm and steady. 

Joel sank onto the couch with a groan, his body heavier than he wanted to admit. You moved with purpose, disappearing into the kitchen before reappearing with a damp cloth and a glass of water.

“You don’t have to—” he started, but you cut him off with a look that had him snapping his mouth shut.

“Let me,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

You knelt beside him, pressing the cloth gently to his arm. Joel swallowed hard, his breath catching at the sight of you so close, your fingers brushing against his skin.

The faint scent of you—clean and sharp, with a hint of something sweet—filled his senses, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching out.

When you finished, you sat back on your heels, your eyes meeting his. “Joel,” you said softly, “why do you push yourself so hard?”

Joel looked away, his jaw tightening. “Don’t wanna feel useless,” he muttered. “Don’t wanna… be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden,” you said firmly, leaning closer, your voice carrying a weight that made Joel’s chest ache. “You’re the furthest thing from it.”

Joel’s eyes flicked to yours, his breath catching at the intensity in your gaze. “I just…” He hesitated, his voice breaking. “I just wanna be good for you. Wanna make you proud.”

You tilted your head, a slow, knowing smile curving your lips.

“You already are, Joel,” you murmured, reaching out to cup his face. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone, and Joel leaned into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Joel’s breath was uneven, his good hand curling into a fist on his thigh as he struggled to find the words.

You sat beside him on the couch, quiet and steady, your eyes on his face, your expression calm yet unreadable. It only made him more frantic.

“I—I can’t stop thinkin’ about you,” Joel stammered, his voice rough and breaking. 

He rubbed a hand over his face, his palm trembling slightly as if he was trying to physically hold himself together.

“I need… I need you close. I don’t know what the hell I’m doin’, but I—I can’t keep this to myself anymore.”

Your lips parted slightly, but you didn’t speak. You just nodded slowly, your gaze unwavering, and it made him feel both exposed and comforted all at once. The tension in his chest was unbearable.

“I—dammit,” he muttered, his voice thick, his gaze darting everywhere but your face.

“I’m tryin’ to say it right, but I don’t—I can’t—I need you, alright? I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. About how you—how you’re always so damn steady, and you—”

He sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes finally locking on yours. They were glassy now, his vulnerability laid bare. “You make it easier, y’know? Just bein’ around you… I feel like I can breathe. Like maybe I ain’t so—so broken after all. And I… I need that. I need you.”

You tilted your head slightly, your lips curving into the faintest smile. It wasn’t teasing, wasn’t pitying. It was understanding, warm, and Joel swore it made his chest ache even more.

“Baby,” you murmured softly, the endearment sending a shiver down his spine. “You like me…romantically?”

Joel froze for a moment, his breath catching as your words settled over him. His lips parted, but all he could do was nod, the movement small and jerky, like he was afraid to admit it outright.

“Want to be good for me?” you asked, your voice a low, soothing hum.

Joel’s nod came faster this time, his breathing growing heavier as he leaned into you, desperate for something he couldn’t quite name.

You leaned in slowly, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb brushing over the rough stubble along his jaw. 

Joel’s eyes fluttered shut as you pressed your lips to his, soft and lingering, and the low, guttural sound he made against your mouth was filled with need. 

His hand reached out, gripping your waist as if anchoring himself to you, and his lips parted under yours, seeking more.

But just as he leaned into the kiss, you pulled back, your face still close enough that your breath mingled with his.

“Get better for me first, yeah?” you murmured, your thumb trailing along his jaw.

Joel’s eyes snapped open, his brows furrowing as he shook his head. “No, please,” he whispered, his voice rough and desperate. 

“Please, I can’t—I’ve been waitin’ for so long. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

You shushed him softly, your fingers sliding through his hair, and Joel practically melted under your touch, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself back.

“You’ll wait,” you said firmly, though your tone was still warm. “Because you’re mine, and I’m not about to let you go. But first, I need you strong, Joel. Need you rested. Yeah?”

Joel let out a shaky breath, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he nodded, though his grip on you didn’t loosen. “Alright,” he rasped, his voice barely audible. “Alright. But just… just promise me you’ll be safe.”

“Well…you know me, baby,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the crown of his head.

Joel’s breath hitched again, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close as if to prove to himself that you were real. And as the weight of the moment settled between you, he felt something he hadn’t in years—peace.

· · ───

Joel had never been good at resting, but being sidelined for days was pure torture.

His arm still kinda ached where the stitches pulled at the edges of the wound, but the pain was nothing compared to the gnawing anxiety that came from not seeing you. 

Three days felt like a lifetime, and every hour that passed without you made his chest feel tighter.

You’d been on patrol since the crack of dawn, and Joel had spent most of the day pacing around his house, every creak of the floorboards setting his nerves on edge. 

He hadn’t wanted to push his luck with the doctor or you, so he’d stayed home, but the absence of your presence was like a physical ache.

He’d heard the patrol schedule—you were checking the area near the riverbank, where the raiders had been sighted. 

The thought of you out there, alone or with someone who wasn’t him, made his stomach churn.

Joel knew you could handle yourself—he’d seen it firsthand—but the idea of you in danger without him there to back you up was unbearable.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Joel couldn’t take it anymore. 

His boots thudded against the wooden floors as he grabbed his jacket and rifle, the pain in his arm be damned.

If he didn’t see you soon, he was going to lose his mind.

The gates of Jackson were quiet, the air cool and crisp as Joel made his way toward the watchtower. A few guards gave him curious glances, but no one stopped him. He wasn’t exactly known for staying out of trouble, injured or not.

“Have you seen her?” Joel asked one of the guards at the gate, his voice gruff.

“Think she’s still out near the west ridge,” the man replied, tilting his hat back. “They were due back an hour ago, though.”

Joel’s jaw tightened. An hour ago. His grip on his rifle tightened as he set off toward the west ridge, his boots crunching against the gravel.

The relief was like a flood when he spotted you in the distance, your silhouette unmistakable against the fading light.

You were walking back toward the gates, your pack slung over your shoulder, your rifle in hand. Joel’s breath hitched at the sight of you, his steps quickening as he closed the distance between you.

“Where the hell have you been?” Joel barked, his voice harsher than he intended as he reached you.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his tone. “Patrol. Where I said I’d be.”

“You were late,” Joel muttered, his gaze sweeping over you, searching for any sign of injury. “Anything happen out there?”

“Couple of runners,” you replied, brushing past him toward the gate. “Nothing bad.”

Joel followed you, his chest tight as he struggled to find the right words. “You could’ve sent word. Let someone know you were runnin’ behind.”

You turned to face him then, your eyes sharp. “Joel, I’m fine. I’m more worried about why you’re out here when you’re supposed to be resting.”

“I was worried about you,” Joel admitted, his voice quieter now, though no less intense. “Didn’t like not knowin’ if you were okay.”

Your expression softened, and you let out a quiet sigh. “Joel, I told you I’d be back.”

“And what if somethin’ had happened?” Joel pressed, his voice growing rough. “What if—” He stopped, his jaw clenching as he looked away.

You stepped closer, your hand resting gently on his arm. “Hey,” you said softly, your tone soothing. “I’m here. I’m okay. And you need to trust that I can take care of myself.”

Joel’s eyes flicked back to yours, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at the steadiness in your gaze. “I know you can,” he muttered. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna worry.”

You smiled faintly, squeezing his arm. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Joel huffed a laugh, the sound low and rough. “Ain’t what I meant, but… yeah, take it how you want.”

“Come on,” you said, nudging him toward the gate. “Let’s get you home. You’re not supposed to be out here.”

Joel wanted to argue, but the warmth in your voice and the steady grip on his arm made it impossible.

He let you guide him back toward his house, the tension in his chest slowly unwinding with every step.

The walk back to Joel’s house was quiet at first, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm. But as you neared the porch, Joel’s tongue loosened, and the floodgates opened.

“What was it like out there today? Was it quiet before the runners? Were they close? You eat somethin’? Drink enough water?”

You chuckled softly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “Joel, I’m fine. I promise.”

“I know, I know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his steps faltering slightly as you led him inside. “Just… can’t stop thinkin’ about it. About you. Out there without me.”

His voice was rough, his words tumbling out so quickly he barely had time to filter them. “I mean, I know you’re capable—hell, more than capable—but I wasn’t there, and… I hate not bein’ there.”

You stopped just inside the doorway, turning to face him. Joel’s eyes darted over you, like he was trying to memorize every detail, his breathing uneven, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you but didn’t quite dare.

“You’re rambling, Joel,” you said softly, your voice calm and steady as you reached up to cup his cheek.

Joel froze, his breath hitching at your touch, his wide eyes locking onto yours. “I just…” he began, his voice faltering. “I just—”

“Hush,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “I’m here. I’m fine. And I’m not going anywhere for another 4 days.”

Joel exhaled shakily, leaning into your touch like a man starved. “I know,” he rasped. “I know, but I can’t stop—”

You silenced him with a kiss, your lips soft and warm against his, and Joel melted beneath it, his whole body going taut before he relaxed into the moment. 

His hands found your hips, tentative at first, then firm, gripping you like he was afraid you might disappear.

When you pulled back, his lips chased yours for a heartbeat before he caught himself, his eyes fluttering open. He looked dazed, his chest heaving, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you.

You smiled softly, the sound of his uneven breathing filling the space between you.

Joel’s lips parted as if to speak, but before he could, you leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time. His groan was low and deep, the kind that seemed to come from the very center of him, vibrating through your chest.

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer, his need unmistakable.

When your lips parted and your tongue brushed against his, Joel whimpered—a sound so desperate, so raw, it sent a rush of heat straight through you.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly into the kiss, and Joel’s grip faltered for a second, his lips pulling into a shaky smile against yours.

“Why’re you laughin’?” he asked, his voice rough, his forehead pressing against yours as he caught his breath.

“You’re eager,” you teased, your hands sliding to his shoulders, feeling the strength there. “It’s sweet.”

Joel groaned again, his cheeks flushing as his hands smoothed up your sides. “Can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice dropping lower. “You’re drivin’ me crazy, darlin’. Been thinkin’ about this for too long.”

His gaze dropped, and his eyes darkened as they settled on the curve of your breasts, visible through the gap in your blouse.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hands twitching like he wanted to touch but didn’t dare without permission. “You’re perfect.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head as you ran your fingers along his jaw. “Joel,” you said, your tone firmer now, and he immediately snapped his gaze back up to meet yours, his breath hitching. “What are you lookin’ at?”

His cheeks went even redder, but he didn’t look away.

Your lips quirked into a sly smile, and you reached up to unbutton the top of your blouse slowly, deliberately. Joel’s eyes tracked every movement, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his cock straining visibly against his jeans.

“You’ve healed up, huh?” you asked, your tone playful, and Joel nodded quickly, his hands shaking slightly.

“Barely feel it,” he murmured, his voice trembling with anticipation. “Please, darlin’. Please let me—”

You sighed dramatically, shaking your head as you pushed the blouse from your shoulders, revealing the smooth curve of your skin.

“Go ahead, Joel,” you said, your voice steady but laced with heat. “If you think you can handle it.”

Joel groaned, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you flush against him as his mouth crashed into yours.

His kisses were messy, desperate, his lips sliding against yours like he couldn’t get enough. His hands roamed your body, shaky but reverent, sliding up your ribs and hovering just below your chest.

“Eager little thing,” you murmured against his mouth, and Joel whimpered at the words, his hips pressing against yours as his arousal became undeniable.

“Can’t help it,” he breathed, his voice shaky and desperate. “Been wantin’ to get my mouth on you for so long. Wanna lick every inch of you. Fuck, those pretty nipples—been dyin’ to suck on ‘em, darlin’. Let me taste you, please.”

The way his voice cracked, the way he clung to you—it was enough to make your resolve waver. But you weren’t going to let him get off that easily. Not yet.

“Bed,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to guide him toward the bedroom. Joel followed without hesitation, his hands still on you, his body trembling with barely-contained need.

“Sit down, baby,” you murmured, your voice firm but teasing as you pushed him gently onto the mattress.

Joel sat immediately, lips wet and swollen from your kisses, his pupils blown wide as he stared up at you like you were a goddess he was desperate to worship.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his gaze flicking to your chest, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You stepped between his legs, running your hands up his thighs, feeling the way they trembled under your touch.

“Is this what you’ve been dreamin’ about, Joel?” you asked, your voice low and sultry as you leaned in close. “Me, standin’ over you like this, lettin’ you look your fill?”

Joel groaned, his head tipping back as his hips jerked involuntarily. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Every night, darlin’. I—fuck—I think about you all the time. Can’t stop.”

You smirked, running your hands higher until your fingers brushed against the hard, throbbing bulge straining beneath his jeans. Joel’s breath hitched, his hips lifting slightly as if to chase your touch.

“Bet you’ve been strokin’ that cock to the thought of me, haven’t you?” you purred, your nails scraping lightly along his thighs.

“Thinking about my tits, my mouth, wonderin’ what it’d feel like to have me all over you?”

Joel let out a broken whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the mattress as he nodded. “Yes,” he rasped, his voice thick with desperation. “Fuck, yes. I think about you all the time—Drives me crazy.”

You laughed softly, Joel’s eyes focused, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of you, his gaze zeroing in on your breasts, the way your nipples pebbled in the cool air.

You reached up, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, your thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Wanna taste them, baby? Wanna feel my tits in your mouth?”

Joel groaned loudly, his hands clenching into fists as his cock strained painfully against his jeans. “Please,” he begged, his voice breaking. “Please, let me—fuck, let me taste them."

You smirked, stepping closer and guiding his hands to your hips. “Go on then, baby,” you murmured, leaning in until your chest was level with his face. “Show me how much you want it.”

Joel didn’t need to be told twice. His hands slid up to your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples with a desperate groan. 

His lips were hot and eager, his tongue swirling over the sensitive bud before he sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

“Fuck, that’s it,” you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. “Good boy, Joel. Just like that.”

Joel whimpered against your skin, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently as he switched to your other nipple. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate strokes, his lips tugging and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Finally” he muttered against your skin, his voice muffled but no less desperate.

You chuckled softly, grinding your hips against his lap, feeling the hard line of his cock pressing against your thigh. “You’re so needy,” you teased, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “Can’t even keep your hands to yourself, can you?”

Joel shook his head, his mouth still attached to your nipple as he let out a low, guttural moan. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping you tightly as he rocked against you, his cock throbbing beneath the rough denim of his jeans.

“Can’t help it,” he rasped, his voice hoarse. “You’re all I think about. All I want.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear. “Then be a good boy for me, Joel,” you whispered, your voice low and commanding. “Keep sucking.”

Joel groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as his lips moved back to your breast, sucking and licking with renewed fervor. His hips bucked against yours, his need spilling out in every touch, every sound.

“You like these, baby?” you murmured, cupping your breast and brushing your thumb over your wet, glistening nipples. “My sweet boy likes them, hm?”

Joel froze for a moment, his pupils dilating as the meaning of your words sank in. His hips bucked sharply, and he let out a strangled moan, his whole body trembling beneath you.

“Fuck, I-,” he groaned, his voice cracking as his head fell back against the headboard. “Shit, darlin’, I’m sorry—I can’t… I’m—fuck!”

You felt the unmistakable heat and dampness spreading as Joel’s hips jerked one last time, his moans spilling into the quiet room. His face flushed a deep red, his chest heaving as he realized what had just happened.

“Shit,” he muttered again, his voice thick with embarrassment as he covered his face with one hand. “I didn’t mean to… fuck, I’m so sorry. This is so stupid—”

“Joel,” you interrupted, your voice firm but soothing as you brushed his hand away from his face. “Look at me.”

He did, his eyes wide and vulnerable, his lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath. The sight of him—flushed, desperate, and utterly wrecked—only made you want him more.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, your lips curving into a wicked smile. “I’m flattered, baby. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to come in your pants for me.”

Joel let out a choked sound, his hips twitching involuntarily beneath you.

“I… fuck, darlin’, you make me crazy,” he admitted hoarsely. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about you. I need you. Please… let me make it up to you.”

Your smile widened, and you leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear. “Still wanna keep going, baby?” you whispered, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. “After you’ve already made such a mess?”

Joel nodded frantically, his hands gripping your hips like a lifeline. “Yes,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “I don’t think I ever wanna stop, ma’am. Please… let me taste you. I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head as you studied him, your expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, you smiled, your fingers trailing down his chest. “Undress me,” you commanded, your voice soft but firm.

Joel flushed, his hands moving to your waist again. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your pants, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for permission. 

You nodded, leaning back onto the bed as you let him guide the fabric down your legs, his touch careful but firm.

By the time your pants were off, you were sprawled out on the bed, your back resting against the pillows. 

Joel knelt between your legs, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his eyes drinking in every detail like he was trying to commit it to memory.

"You're beautiful," he said again, his voice breaking slightly as his fingers slid along the waistband of your panties. 

He paused when he saw a visible wet spot already soaking through the fabric. His breath hitched, and he let out a shaky, “Fuck… look at that. So wet for me, darlin’. Goddamn.”

His hands trembled as he paused, glancing up at you for reassurance.

You smirked, one eyebrow arching as you propped yourself up on your elbows.

"Go on, baby," you murmured, your voice soft and encouraging. "You've got me all to yourself. Do what you've been dreaming about."

Joel’s hands hovered over your hips for a moment before he finally let them settle there, his thumbs brushing against the edge of your panties.

Joel settled between your legs like he was kneeling before an altar, his chest heaving and his fingers trembling as he slid along the waistband of your panties.

His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and wide with need, and you gave him the softest smile, threading your fingers into his hair as you gently tugged him closer.

“yeah, baby” you murmured, your voice dripping with encouragement.

His breath hitched, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He kissed you there, slow and reverent, his beard grazing your flesh and sending shivers through you. Each kiss was accompanied by a low, throaty groan, his lips moving steadily closer to the source of your heat.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, his voice breaking as he reached the edge of your panties. His nose pressed against the damp fabric, and he inhaled sharply, the sound guttural and desperate.

“Fuck, you smell so good, darlin’. Like heaven—sweet, wet heaven.”

His hands trembled as they gripped your thighs, holding you open as he buried his face against you, nuzzling and inhaling like he couldn’t get enough.

The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your calves, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his breath and the wet heat of his mouth against your panties.

“Been dreamin’ about this—about your sweet cunt for so fuckin’ long. Want it so bad, baby. Wanna taste you—wanna lick you, suck that pretty clit between my lips and drink you down till there’s nothin’ left.”

You moaned softly, your fingers threading through his hair and tugging gently, encouraging him.

“Yeah?” you whispered, your voice low and breathless. “You wanna eat me out, baby? Wanna show me how good that mouth of yours is? Then take them off.”

Joel knelt between your thighs, trembling as he slid your soaked panties down your legs.

He didn’t even try to hide the way his breath hitched when your cunt was fully exposed to him, glistening and perfect.

His chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths as he just stared for a moment, his lips parting like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“You just gonna look, Joel?” you teased, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently. “Or are you gonna be a good boy and show me what you can do?”

That broke him. His head dipped instantly, his breath ghosting hot over your slick folds as he whispered, “Yes… yes, ma’am.” His voice was low, reverent, almost a prayer.

The first touch of his tongue was hesitant but deliberate, a slow drag from your entrance to your clit, as if he wanted to savor you.

He groaned into you, the sound muffled but deep, and then he leaned in further, pressing his mouth to your cunt like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Good boy,” you murmured, your voice soft but thick with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so eager for it. Just like that.”

Joel didn’t answer—couldn’t answer.

He was too focused, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you open as he worked his tongue through every inch of your folds.

His breath hitched as he tasted you, his lips sealing over your clit for a moment to suck softly before his tongue returned to explore your entrance.

“Oh, baby,” you breathed, your hips arching slightly into his mouth. “You’re so fucking good at that. Look at you, so hungry for me. You love this, don’t you? Love worshipping my pussy.”

His only response was a desperate, muffled groan and moaning as he shifted his grip, spreading your thighs wider. 

His nose pressed against your clit, and he rubbed it there as his tongue delved inside you, slow and deliberate, tasting you from the inside out. 

His breathing was ragged now, warm puffs of air against your heat between each swipe of his tongue.

“Fuck yes,” he whispered hoarsely against you, his voice barely audible over the sound of his mouth working your cunt. “Fuck… taste so good. Yes. Yes, ma’am…”

You tugged his hair lightly, guiding him just where you wanted, and he followed without hesitation, his moans vibrating through your core. 

His nose nudged your clit again, his tongue lapping at your entrance with long, languid strokes, and your moans filled the room, soft and breathy.

“That’s it,” you encouraged, your voice breaking slightly as he found just the right rhythm. “Such a good boy. Keep going, baby. Make me come.”

Joel groaned deeply, the sound muffled as he pressed his face impossibly closer to your core, his lips locking around your clit. 

Each sound he made was guttural, desperate, like he was losing himself in the taste of you.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly, anchoring himself to you as his nose pressed against your folds, adding pressure in all the right places.

“Good boy,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you combed your fingers through his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed him. “Keep going, baby. Suck my clit just like that.”

Joel whimpered against you, the sound low and wrecked, and he obeyed without hesitation, sucking harder, his tongue darting out to flick over the swollen nub between pulls. 

He groaned again, his hips shifting slightly as if he couldn’t help but grind against the mattress, completely undone by the act of pleasuring you.

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as the tension in your core tightened to an unbearable degree.

“Fuck, Joel—don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

He moaned louder at your words, his hands tightening on your thighs as he doubled down, his lips creating just the right amount of pressure while his tongue worked you mercilessly. 

His nose nudged against your clit in rhythm with his sucking, the sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Please,” he murmured against you between strokes, his voice trembling with need. “Wanna make you come, ma’am. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

That was all it took. Your body tensed, your back arching as your orgasm slammed into you, waves of pleasure crashing through you so hard you couldn’t even form words. 

Joel groaned against you, his tongue and lips relentless as he rode out your release, his moans vibrating through every sensitive nerve ending.

When you finally came down, your thighs trembling and your breath shaky, Joel slowly pulled back, his lips glistening and swollen, his face flushed and eyes glazed with pure adoration.

He looked like a man on his knees at the altar of a goddess.

“perfect,” he whispered, his voice wrecked, his gaze fixed on your blissed-out expression.

“Did I do good?” he asked quietly, his voice raw and hoarse.

You smiled, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “Better than good, baby,” you murmured. “Fuck.”

Joel’s eyes darted to yours, wide and full of something raw and pleading. 

He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he spoke, his voice trembling with need. “Please… can I keep goin’? Just a little more. I don’t wanna stop. Wanna taste you again, ma’am.”

His mouth found your clit in a featherlight kiss, his tongue flicking out experimentally, careful and reverent as though seeking permission. 

His hands slid up your thighs, holding them open like you might change your mind.

“Joel,” you said, your voice soft but firm, your hand threading into his hair and tugging just enough to stop him. “No, baby. I wanna feel you now.”

Joel froze, his breath hitching, and he whined softly against your skin, the sound almost pitiful. “But—” he started, his lips pressing to your clit again in a desperate, fleeting kiss. “I can make you come again. Please, I—”

“Joel.” Your voice was sharper this time, not cruel but commanding. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips glistening and his pupils blown wide. “You’ve been so good, baby, but I want you now. Don’t make me ask twice.”

The words sent a visible shudder through him. He hesitated for half a second before pulling back reluctantly, his lips parted as if to protest but no words came out. His hands lingered on your thighs, squeezing gently as he swallowed hard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he finally said, his voice low and hoarse, the respect and submission in his tone sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

He sat back on his heels, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your next command.

You leaned up slightly, cupping his cheek with one hand, your thumb brushing over his flushed skin. His lips were parted, breathless, as if he couldn’t quite believe this was happening. 

“You’ve done so well, baby,” you murmured softly, letting your other hand trail down his chest. “But I need to see all of you. Let’s get this off.”

Joel’s breath hitched, his wide eyes locking onto yours as you reached for the buttons of his shirt. “Yes,” he whispered, the words shaky and reverent, like he couldn’t believe he was allowed this moment.

One by one, you undid the buttons, the fabric parting to reveal the broad expanse of his chest.

You slid the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the bed as you sat back to admire him.

Your gaze swept over the planes of his body—the strong curve of his shoulders, the scars that marred his skin, the soft dusting of hair on his chest.

“Fuck, Joel,” you murmured, your voice full of heat and awe. “Look at you. You’re beautiful.”

His cheeks turned a deep red, and he looked away, swallowing hard. “Don’t know about that,” he mumbled, his voice low and unsure.

You leaned forward, your hands sliding over his chest, your thumbs brushing along the ridges of his scars.

“Oh, I do,” you purred, your tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re fucking perfect, Joel. Every inch of you.”

Your fingers grazed his nipples, and Joel froze, his breath catching audibly. The faintest shiver ran through his body, and he let out a soft, shaky, “Ma’am…”

You smirked, leaning in closer. “Sensitive, huh?” you murmured, circling the hardened peaks with your thumbs.

Joel let out a broken gasp, his hips jerking into the air as his hands gripped the sheets beneath him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and desperate. “Didn’t… didn’t know I -.”

“You didn’t?” you teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss to one nipple before flicking your tongue over it. Joel’s reaction was instant—a guttural moan that sent a wave of heat straight through you.

“Sweetheart I-” he gasped again, his hands trembling as they hovered near your waist, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you. “I—fuck, I—”

“Hush, baby,” you whispered, shifting to his other nipple and sucking it into your mouth. 

Joel cried out, his head falling back against the pillows as his chest arched into your touch.

His hips bucked again, and you could feel how hard he was, straining against the confines of his jeans.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice trembling. “I didn’t know… didn’t know I could feel this good. Please, don’t stop.”

You hummed against his skin, your tongue teasing over the sensitive bud before you nipped at it gently. Joel’s whole body jerked, a sharp gasp escaping his lips.

“You’re so sensitive, baby,” you murmured, sitting back to admire the way his chest heaved, his eyes wide and glassy. “Bet no one’s ever touched you like this before.”

Joel shook his head frantically, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. “No,” he breathed. “Never. Fuck, it’s—ma’am, it’s so good.”

You let your hands drift lower, tracing the sharp lines of his ribs and the soft curve of his stomach. Joel’s eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a shaky moan as your fingers teased the waistband of his jeans.

“You want more, baby?” you asked softly, your voice teasing and full of promise.

Joel nodded frantically, his voice barely above a whisper as he rasped, “Please… please, ma’am. Anything you want.”

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, slowly pulling them down along with his underwear, your eyes drinking in the sight of him as he was finally exposed.

Joel’s cock sprang free, flushed and thick, the head an angry, swollen red and glistening with his earlier release.

Pearly streaks of cum had smeared down his shaft, pooling at the base and even dripping onto his balls. You let out a low hum of approval, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

“Such a mess,” you tutted, your voice thick with teasing affection. “You’ve really made quite the mess, baby.”

Joel’s chest heaved, his breath coming in shaky gasps as he avoided your gaze, his embarrassment clear. But his hips jerked slightly, almost involuntarily, at the heat in your voice.

“Aw, don’t get shy on me now,” you teased, your fingers curling gently around his cock, feeling the slickness of him against your palm.

“This is nothing to be embarrassed about. It just shows how much you need me.”

Joel whimpered, his voice breaking as he finally met your eyes. “I… I can’t help it,” he admitted hoarsely, his voice trembling. “You make me—fuck—you make me crazy.”

Your thumb stroked up the length of his shaft, smearing the sticky remnants of his cum before circling the sensitive head.

“I know, baby,” you cooed, your voice softening just a touch. “And I love how desperate you get for me. Let me clean you up first, okay? Can’t leave my good boy all messy like this.”

Joel nodded frantically, his lips parting as a shaky moan escaped him. “Yes, ma’am,” he whispered, his voice thick with submission.

You leaned down, your tongue darting out to trace along the underside of his cock, starting at the base where his cum had pooled and slowly working your way up.

The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and you let out a quiet, pleased hum as you licked him clean. Joel’s entire body trembled beneath you, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as he struggled to stay still.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ma’am… oh, fuck…”

You didn’t stop, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, collecting every drop of his release before moving lower.

Your lips closed around one of his balls, sucking gently as your hand continued to stroke him, coaxing soft whimpers and gasps from his lips.

His thighs trembled, his breath hitching as you moved to the other, lavishing it with the same attention.

“You taste so good, Joel,” you murmured, your voice low and sultry as you pulled back slightly to admire your work. “Such a pretty cock, too. Look at you, all clean and perfect for me now.”

Joel moaned loudly, his head tipping back as his hands clenched the sheets even tighter. “You’re—fuck—you’re perfect,” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I don’t deserve this.”

You grinned, your fingers brushing along the length of his cock, your touch light and teasing.

“You deserve every bit of this,” you said firmly, your voice dipping into a commanding tone. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, haven’t you? Letting me take care of you like this.”

Joel’s hips jerked against your hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he nodded frantically.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Yes, ma’am. Please… please don’t stop.”

You leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive slit.

“You want more, baby?” you murmured, your voice dripping with seduction. “Want me to make you feel even better?”

Joel’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking onto yours as he nodded, his desperation palpable. “Please,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “I’ll do anything. Just… please let me feel you.”

You smiled, soft and knowing, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Anything, huh?” you teased, your voice low and dripping with promise. “Then show me, Joel. Show me how much you want this.”

Joel’s hands trembled as he gripped your hips, helping you straddle him. His cock pressed against your slick heat, and he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through both of you.

His eyes flicked between your face and where your bodies were about to join, his chest heaving with anticipation.

“Don’t make me wait,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. “Please, ma’am. Let me feel you.”

You reached down, guiding him to your entrance, your breath hitching as you slowly sank down onto him.

The stretch was delicious, the thickness of him filling you completely, and you couldn’t help the moan that spilled from your lips.

“Fuck, Joel,” you gasped, your hands bracing on his chest. “You feel so good, baby. So big—.”

Joel’s head fell back against the pillows, his lips parted as a choked moan escaped him.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re so tight, so fuckin’ perfect. Feels like heaven, darlin’. I—fuck—I can’t believe this.”

You rocked your hips slowly, letting yourself adjust to the feel of him before setting a steady rhythm.

Joel’s hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he bucked up to meet you, his movements desperate and hungry.

“Good boy,” you murmured, your voice low and commanding as you leaned over him, your lips brushing against his ear. “That’s it, Joel. Let me take care of you. Let me give you what you need.”

Joel whimpered beneath you, his hips stuttering as he clung to you.

“You’re… you’re so fuckin’ good to me,” he rasped, his voice cracking with emotion. “The way you—fuck—the way you handle everything. The way you handle me.”

You tilted your head, studying him with soft affection as your hips moved steadily against his.

“Finally can let go, hm?” you murmured, your tone soothing yet commanding. “Yeah? Let me take care of you, Joel. You don’t have to worry so much.”

Joel’s eyes squeezed shut, his breath hitching as his hands slid up to cup your waist, holding you like you were his lifeline.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his hips bucking harder into you. “I—I worry about you, darlin’. But… but it’s an honor to. Always an honor.”

Your heart clenched at his words, and you leaned down to kiss him deeply, swallowing the desperate sounds spilling from his lips.

His thrusts grew erratic beneath you, his chest heaving as he neared the edge.

Joel’s hands gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid to let go.

His breath came in short, ragged bursts, and his hips moved with a frantic rhythm beneath you, desperate and unrelenting. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your body moving in perfect sync with his.

“You’re so fucking good, Joel,” you murmured against his lips, your voice heavy with affection and desire. “So perfect, baby. Keep going—don’t stop.”

His head tipped back, exposing the vulnerable curve of his throat, a choked moan escaping his lips.

“I—I can’t—fuck, darlin’,” he gasped, his voice trembling with raw emotion. “You feel so goddamn good. Can’t… can’t hold on much longer.”

You cupped his face, bringing his gaze back to yours, your thumb brushing over his flushed cheek.

“You don’t have to hold on,” you whispered, your voice a soothing command. “Let go for me, Joel. Let me feel you.”

Joel’s eyes widened, his pupils blown, and his hips snapped up into you with desperate force.

“You’re—God, you’re everything,” he groaned, his voice breaking as his hands slid up your sides, trembling as they roamed over your body. “Everything, darlin'. Don’t wanna stop… don’t wanna lose this.”

“You’re not gonna lose anything,” you reassured him, your own voice breathy and uneven as you rocked against him harder, the friction pushing you closer to your own edge. “I’m here, Joel. Always. Now, give it to me, baby.”

Joel’s body tensed, his back arching off the bed as a guttural moan tore from his throat.

“Fuck!” he cried, his hands gripping your hips as his release hit him, his cock pulsing inside you with a heat that sent you spiraling.

The intensity of his climax triggered your own, your body tightening around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

Your cries mingled with his, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, raw and unrestrained.

Joel’s hips stuttered beneath you, his movements slowing as he rode out the last shuddering waves of his orgasm. His hands loosened their grip on your hips, sliding up to cradle your back as he pulled you down against his chest, holding you close.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sounds in the room your labored breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets. Joel’s fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his chest rising and falling beneath you as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re… you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with awe. “I don’t deserve you, darlin’. Don’t deserve any of this.”

You lifted your head, brushing your lips against his with a tenderness that made his breath hitch. “You deserve it all, Joel,” you murmured, your voice steady but warm. “Every damn bit. You’re good to me—you’re good for me.”

Joel’s eyes searched yours, shining with an emotion he couldn’t quite name but didn’t want to hide. His arms tightened around you, his lips brushing your forehead in a lingering, reverent kiss.

"Now rest up. We’ve got work to do.”

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From then on, you and Joel became Jackson’s most formidable pair. Whether it was managing patrols, handling disputes, or protecting the town, people knew better than to question the two of you. Joel was your rock, steadfast and loyal, while you were the sharp, commanding presence that kept everything moving forward.

He was at your side for every decision, every challenge, always watching your back—and stealing those quiet moments when it was just the two of you. Joel wore his pride in you like a badge, unspoken but deeply felt, in the way his gaze lingered and his touch steadied you.

And every night, as the world outside grew dark, you both found solace in each other—a partnership built on trust, strength, and the kind of love that didn’t need words to be understood.

Joel always said it best in his own way: “Ain’t nothin’ in this world I wouldn’t do for you, darlin’. Always.”

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I am not beta reading all of that so if y'all find any errors tell me or ignore them like I did the past 22 years. Hope this was fun for you - please comment your opinions (plsplspls). I kinda feel like this is too long idk-

“I know it seems silly, what with living in a secluded cabin in the woods, there are already so many pretty flowers and beautiful nature around. But I want this house to actually look like my own, you know?” 

He stared at you blankly from behind the hockey mask, and you took it to mean resounding agreement. 

“I was thinking something blue. Blue flowers always look so sweet.”

A few days later you hadn't seen Jason again and had to remind yourself not to worry. A man of his size and stature in these woods would be perfectly fine. 

Then one morning, you walked out of your house for a quick stroll and were met with a small bundle of various blue flowers sitting by your front door. 

When Jason suddenly appeared again that evening and sat with you while you ate dinner, still silently watching you rather than even glancing at the plate you had enthusiastically put in front of him, the bundle of flowers stood in a vase between you on the table. 

You had seen him spot them when he walked in, saw how he froze momentarily, and how his eyes widened behind the mask before he finally took another step into the house. 

You didn’t acknowledge the flowers with words and simply let the fact that you had them on display speak for itself. 

That turned out to be the right decision. 

A few days after the first bundle, Jason left another one by your door. That evening, you thanked him for them as he spotted them now standing in a vase on the table, and Jason froze once more, except this time his eyes stayed wide. His gaze switched back and forth between you and the flowers enough times for you to become mildly concerned. 

Before you could say something and ask if you had done something wrong, Jason turned around and marched right back out of the door he came through, stalking through your garden and disappearing in the bushes and trees on the other side. 

You questioned yourself for days afterwards, spending your afternoon and evenings in the garden, trying to spot him through the trees because you were sure he was watching you, and could feel his eyes on you.

But for a man of his size, he was remarkably good at staying unseen.  

When he turned back up at your door, knocking just once against the glass of the door into the garden, you pulled back the curtains to find him standing there with his eyes cast down to the floor and in his hands a bundle of freshly picked flowers. 

You ushered him inside excitedly and talked about how worried you were for him when he didn’t show up, how happy you were he was back, and how grateful you were for the flowers. 

That night was the first time Jason picked up the plate of food you had put down in front of him again and took it with him when he disappeared back into the woods. 

After that, he would join you every evening and take his plate with him, returning the empty one from the night before. 

You remembered the day that you first gave Jason some form of physical affection. 

It was after a couple days of him not showing up. You had heard screams in the woods at night and been terribly scared for him. When he walked through the bushes in the middle of the day and suddenly stood in your garden as you were tending to your growing vegetables, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

You ran at him and only slowed down marginally before you stood in front of him, put your hands on his shoulders, and stretched onto your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his mask where his cheek would be. 

With your face so close to his, you could hear the sharp intake of breath behind the mask, and smiled at him.

“I was so worried,” you said softly. “I’m glad you came back to me whole.”

Jason stayed until the late hours that day, periodically staring out of the large windows facing your garden, scanning the trees and bushes. 

He wouldn’t usually stay very late. Whenever you brought up the idea of him staying the night, he would take a step away from you and look at you with surprised and slightly panicked eyes, and he would give the softest shake of his head.

You decided to drop the subject until it became colder outside and you couldn't just not say something.

“I don’t want you to freeze out there, okay? It’s really cold. Especially at night!”

But Jason would insist in the one way he could without words — He’d walk out of the door and leave you with a cold breeze blowing in. 

Eventually there was one evening you had managed to get him to sit on the couch with you.

You had relaxed into the cushions and talked to him about your day and thoughts for a long time, afraid that when you stopped talking he’d leave you alone again. 

But the tiredness caught up with you and your words came out slower and quieter, your eyes slipped closed and you slid down the couch further. 

Your head rolled to the side and softly landed on Jason’s shoulder as you happily drifted off to sleep. 

Unbeknownst to you, the behemoth in question was sitting stockstill and frozen next to you, breathing shallow and quieter than usual, not wanting to wake you up as well as panicking. 

He felt embarrassment clawing its way up his throat, shame following close after. He shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn't be letting this happen. 

Jason thought of all those indecent people out in these woods, the camp councillors hiding in the trees to rut against each other with panting breaths, the teenagers using an old lookout platform as their personal make-out spot. 

He couldn’t let you become as defiled as them. 

But then he thought about your sweet smile, the way you would greet him every day as if he was someone you looked forward to seeing again, how you would put the pretty flowers in little vases and keep them until they started looking a bit drab and then hung them to dry out.

He thought about that soft kiss you pressed against his cheek months ago, how you had gone all red and pulled him inside to tell about how worried you had been and what you had gotten up to while he was gone. 

Jason liked you, a soft fondness for you growing in his chest that he couldn’t deny much further, but also couldn’t bring himself to act on, not wanting to drive you away and still too ashamed to take the first step. 

But he didn’t have to. He just had to give you enough of a sign to show you that he wanted you to take the next step. 

That night, Jason sat beside you with your head on his shoulder as you slept and didn’t move a muscle. He kept you steady and comfortable through your sleep and didn’t make a single sound. 

When you stirred the next morning and lifted your head still groggy from sleep, you were startled to see him sitting next to you. 

“Oh my, I thought you would have left. Did you stay here all night?”

Jason looked at you and nodded slowly, like he was unsure of the movement but willing to try. 

You had to hold back from jumping in his lap right that second and covering that hockey mask with more kisses than he could count. Instead, you put your hand on his and smiled at him happily before suggesting breakfast. 

You fixed both of you a plate and went off for a quick shower. 

When you came back his plate was empty and he was gone. 

But he returned that evening with more flowers than you had vases for and let you ask questions, gave small but significant responses with a nod or shake of his head. You were mesmerized and felt your chest grow warm with affection for him. 

It became a routine that you would put your hands softly on his shoulders or arms and press a kiss to his masked cheek before he disappeared again. 

After that, everything went faster. Still not fast by any means, but fast by Jason’s standards.

With the growing feelings from both of you came other feelings too.

You’d catch yourself staring at him for longer than necessary, eyes lingering at his big arms and thighs, the expanse of his chest and how the fabric of his clothes stretched over it.

Late nights when Jason had slipped back into the forest were spent with you in the shower or on your bed, stretched out and mewling his name with your fingers tucked between your legs. 

You had long since thrown out the idea that even when Jason left he was watching you, and blamed the feeling of eyes on you on all the windows and dark trees lurking outside.

After a while you got used to it, utterly unaware that right outside your window Jason stood hidden in the shadows, guarding your house and you with a straining hard on in his pants that he didn't know to do something about, and a dark blush heating his face under the mask as he heard you moan his name and gasp your way through your second orgasm that night. 

You never let the more lustful thoughts and feelings towards Jason show though. It wasn’t farfetched to think that with how Jason had reacted to your more innocent suggestions, you letting your deep desire for him show might actually make him run away again. Without coming back. 

And that was something you wouldn’t be able to handle. 

The decision of hiding your growing neediness for him from Jason was taken from you a couple weeks after you had made it. 

Like every day, you found flowers in the morning again. But this time, standing in your bright living room surrounded by flowers in various stages of drying, as you felt the familiar feeling of intense fondness wash over you, deep admiration and something you were too scared to name yet, you felt something else too. 

A deep and carnal desire. Suddenly, what you usually waited until the dark of night for couldn’t be ignored and after placing the new bundle of flowers in a vase, you threw yourself onto the couch and slowly slid your hand down your chest and between your thighs. 

You sighed at the first soft slide of your fingers over your clothed cunt, even the lightest touch making you burn up and grow warm all over. 

Without taking your underwear or even your clothes off, you slipped your hand below the waistband of your panties and started playing with your clit in slow movements, wanting to enjoy the pleasure to its fullest 

Since you lived alone in the woods without any close neighbors, you had the habit of leaving the curtains in your home always open, not expecting anyone to be walking down the path to your home. Even your mail was delivered to the local post office where you would pick it up. 

So as you laid on the couch with your legs spread apart and your hand in your underwear, you didn’t think the open curtains and garden door were going to pose a problem. 

You hadn’t even thought of them when you laid down and you most certainly didn’t start thinking about them after, too busy providing yourself with the slow pleasure of your own fingers on your cunt drawing slow circles and making your head fall back over the edge of the cushions. 

Though upside down, clear in your view were flowers — red and pink hanging by the door, blue and yellow standing on various surfaces. Warmth filled you all over again and you sped up your movements, your eyes slowly slipping closed. 

While you were floating on your pleasure, outside in your garden stood Jason. He had walked over wanting to hear your voice, and hadn't been able to wait until the evening again, when he saw you bring in the flowers he had left for you that morning. 

He watched happily as you walked the white flowers over to the vase on your coffee table and placed them there. Jason was about to make himself known to you when you suddenly dropped to the couch and spread your legs.

Jason stood, staring at you through the open door, frozen where he was in the middle of your garden, and watched as you started playing with yourself. He was blushing under his mask and his cock gave a determined twitch in his pants as he was suddenly painfully hard. 

The way he could see your hand move under the fabric of your pants, but had no idea what you were actually doing, mesmerized him and flustered him in equal measure. 

Then he saw you open your eyes, stare at the flowers around your home, the ones he had brought you, and throw your head back with a whining moan, and he was done for. Any hope of his self-control staying strong and finding a way to peel his eyes off of your form flew out of the window. 

He had heard you do this plenty of times through cracked windows at night, but seeing you now was different, better. He had the beautiful view of your mouth hanging open and letting out hypnotising sounds, your throat stretched from how your head was leaning back, and how your back arched off the couch as you got louder and your moans breathier. 

Your legs started to shake as you got closer to your orgasm, your lips trying to form words of desperation as you felt it building in your stomach. 

Finally, you let your head roll forward and to the side, looking at the white flowers you had just placed on the coffee table, the reason you had become so desperate to feel pleasure in the first place, when you spotted a figure in your line of sight right behind the flowers in the garden — Jason. 

Suddenly the knot in your stomach snapped and fell apart, releasing waves of pleasure to wash over you, drowning you in your release, and making your legs snap shut around your hand as they shook and your hips twitched helplessly. 

With your orgasm came a loud moan as your brain was finally able to settle on just one word to form, and you moaned out Jason’s name followed by mewling gasps and surprised whines, your eyes still glued to the man in question before they rolled back and closed.

As you started coming back down from your orgasm and regained the ability to think of something other than finally crossing that fish line, your eyes snapped open and over into your garden. 

To your surprise Jason was still standing there silently staring at you, his eyes moving over your body before stopping at your hand, the one you had just pulled out of your underwear that was still covered in your release and glistening in the sun. 

“Jason, I—,” hearing his name out of your mouth again, this time said normally and not moaning so loud it had made him tremble where he stood, snapped Jason out of the trance he was in, and he walked backwards to the treeline and disappeared between them. 

You sighed and decided to figure out how to solve that later after you finished cleaning yourself up, though your mind wandered to how you could have sworn you had seen a distinct bulge in Jason’s pants and what could have happened if he hadn’t ran, if you could have invited him in. 

That evening you didn’t expect to see Jason again. You thought he would stay away for a couple days, maybe even weeks, and then come back pretending none of that afternoon ever happened. 

To your surprise and delight, when you finished cooking your dinner you turned to find Jason standing sheepishly in the door from your garden, looking anywhere but directly at you. 

You invited him in like nothing happened, sat down with him and talked about everything you did that day besides what he saw. 

Eventually you walked over to the couch, pulling Jason along with you, except he froze when you sat down. He stared at you with wide eyes behind the hockey mask until you reached up to grab his hand and softly pulled him down to you. 

Jason went where you led him and sat down next to you, much closer than he usually would and continued staring at you. 

“You okay, big guy?” 

Jason nodded and you held back from jumping for joy that the slowly built and earned communication between you wasn’t lost afterall. You hadn’t fucked this up. 

You hadn’t planned on talking about what happened, assumed Jason wouldn’t want to, though part of you was itching to apologize, when you felt a hesitant touch on your hand. 

Jason had reached over and slowly trailed his finger over the back of your hand, the same one you had touched yourself with earlier. 

A soft blush crept up your neck and over your face, warming you slowly. 

“Have you seen me do— that before?” You asked it softly, so quiet you thought he didn’t hear you when he showed no movement. 

Then you saw him shake his head slowly before he paused, lifted his hand from yours to your face and slid his fingertip over your ear.

“You’ve heard me?”

A nod. 

“How?” You could assume how he heard you, you had a tendency to keep your bedroom window cracked open for the forest noise, even at night, but you wanted him to confirm. 

Jason thought for a moment before he lowered his hand back to yours and drew patterns. 

It took you a second to realize what he was doing, slowly spelling a word on the back of your hand, and you held your breath. 

Window.

You let out a breathless laugh, “Yeah, I keep that open, don’t I?”

He nodded again, eyes dropping from yours to your hand and then suddenly back up to you again, slightly widened like you had caught him doing something he shouldn’t. 

Jason’s eyes kept moving like he had suddenly lost all control of them, from your eyes back to your hand, to your chest, down over your stomach and to your legs before going back up to your thighs and between them. When he looked back into your eyes, still with that wide embarrassed look, you smiled at him slowly. 

“Did you like watching me?”

His gaze dropped back to your thighs as Jason nodded quickly. Cute.

Then you said something that you hoped would end well, unable to stop yourself to overthink it.

“Do you want to watch me again?”

Jason’s eyes snapped up at you in surprise before he nodded slowly. You smiled at him even wider and put your hand on his chest to softly push him to the other end of the couch.

Then you got up and reached under the skirt you were wearing to pull your panties down, and let them fall to the carpet where Jason’s eyes followed them until you sat back onto the couch.

“Ready?”

Jason nodded quickly and watched as you slowly spread your legs and laid back so he would have the perfect view. You pulled the fabric of your skirt up your legs and revealed yourself to him.

Time stopped for a second as you heard him suck in air and hold his breath before releasing it in a deep sigh. Then you moved. 

Your hand slid down your stomach and your thigh before going back up where you slowly let it drift closer to your core. When you brushed over yourself you made sure to keep the touch light, wanting to tease the both of you and not have this end too soon, because you knew that with Jason’s eyes on you like this you would be far quicker to finish. 

When you finally allowed yourself to properly touch, you sighed in pleasure as your fingers slid over your wet cunt. Jason breathed heavily where he sat, wide eyes staring at your fingers and your pussy, taking in as many details as he could, trying to commit them all to memory. 

A distant part of him thought that this was wrong and dirty, but then he remembered all the flowers and slow courting he had done and he started to think that maybe, this was simply part of the inevitable conclusion to that thing between you two. 

So he chose to enjoy the view even if he was unable to stop the burning warmth creeping up his neck and warming his face. 

You were still rolling your finger over your clit when you looked between Jason’s legs and saw a sizable bulge tenting his pants. The sight made you moan and speed up your movements. 

“Enjoying yourself?” You grinned and watched as Jason frantically nodded. 

His hands laid at his sides where he balled them up into fists before releasing the tension over and over again. You were tempted to tell him to touch himself but knew that he wasn’t ready for participating yet. 

Instead, you let your fingers slip down to your entrance, gathering the wetness that was dripping out of you and using it to rub over your clit in steadily faster and more desperate movements. 

Your moans and whines mixed with the sound of your cunt and Jason’s breathless panting in the quiet evening air. 

“I was hoping you were listening to me,” you started when the effort of holding back your words became too much. “I imagined you exactly like this, sitting and watching me.”

Jason made a noise close to a whine and you knew it was the right thing to say. It was probably too soon to mention how badly you wanted his hands to be the ones gliding over your skin, playing with your body and making you moan his name, so you decided to keep that part to yourself. 

But you kept talking. Told Jason how much you loved that he had listened to you, how you would happily let him watch like this every time if only he asked, how good he was being to keep his eyes between your thighs like he was. 

That specifically made him whine again, a broken and needy sound that catapulted you close to your orgasm immediately. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come soon,” you gasped and focused your attention on your clit, drawing quick patterns over it that never failed to drive you closer to orgasm. 

You slid down on the couch and spread your legs further as they started to shake. Whether or not Jason knew what an orgasm was you didn’t know, but he definitely understood that something was about to happen because as soon as those words slipped out of your mouth, he was leaning forwards and stared at your face. 

His eyes flicked back and forth between your face and your pussy as if he didn’t know what he’d rather look at. 

“Look at me,” you said, much more commanding than you planned, but Jason immediately followed your instructions and looked into your eyes. 

Words of praise stumbled out of your mouth as you lost all manner of control, so close to your orgasm that your fingers were losing their rhythm. 

When you finally fell over the edge it was with a loud moan. Your eyes closed as the dam broke and you fought to keep your legs open through the shaking and the twitching hips. 

As soon as your eyes had slid closed, Jason’s gaze followed the line of your body, how you were shaking and squirming, arching your back and still moving your fingers between your thighs. 

He watched as your pussy clenched around nothing and steadily dripped down onto the couch where a wet spot was visible. 

He was fascinated with how much enjoyment it seemed you got out of this and couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

The pleasure morphed into overstimulation and you brought your movements to a stop with a shaky sigh. You opened your eyes and looked at Jason with a smile, “You can watch whenever you want, big guy.”

Over the next few weeks you realized how dangerous of a promise that was. Nearly every day Jason would reach over to grab your hand and draw a question mark on the back with his calloused fingertip. After a while he switched to an even more direct approach and grabbed our hand before slowly pulling it between your thighs. 

It made you giggle every time and you happily obliged, freeing your lower body of clothes and spreading your legs for him to watch you play with yourself. 

Every time you noticed the bulge in Jason’s pants, and every time he did nothing about it. At first you thought maybe he was just waiting for you to tell him it’s okay for him to seek pleasure too, but even when you did he would just tilt his head at you and continue watching. 

It was still a good time but you started to feel bad for the guy since he was clearly aroused and in need of some relief. 

Then one night, as you were laying in bed and thinking about how to encourage Jason, you realized that maybe he wasn’t doing anything because he didn’t know what to do.   

So the next evening when Jason appeared by your garden door again you went about your routine like usual. Sitting and eating with him, leaving his plate on the table where he would pick it up on his way out when he left again, talking to him about your day and where you had put that morning’s flowers. 

Eventually, when you sat on the couch together again, Jason reached over with steady movements and grabbed your hand. Before he could pull it between your own thighs again you stopped him. 

“I want to try something new, big guy,” you said softly. “Okay?” 

He considered you for a moment before he nodded and his grip around your hand relaxed. 

You positioned him back at one end of the couch, closer to laying down than the sitting he usually did. 

“You can stop me anytime, okay? Just tap my shoulder like this,” you tapped your finger against his clothed leg twice in quick succession and waited for Jason to repeat the action on your shoulder, making you smile at him. “Good.”

“I noticed that when you watch me you get hard, but you don’t do anything.”

Jason tilted his head at you again and you held back a small giggle. 

“I wanted to show you what I imagined you’d do. At the same time as me,” you said softly and slowly placed your hands on his knees. 

Jason breathed in a sharp breath as you settled properly on the couch and spread his thick legs just enough to fit between them. 

Your hands slid up over the fabric and stopped at his hips before sliding back down again. 

“Remember, you can make me stop anytime,” you made sure to tell him again as your hands drifted to the front of his pants the next time you reached his hips.

To your delight you were met with an already forming bulge and smiled to yourself. 

Slowly you found the button on his pants and started undoing them. When you pulled the fabric back you were surprised to see Jason’s bare hips.

No underwear, huh. 

With a deep breath you pulled his pants down over his hips enough to free his cock. But you weren’t looking at it yet, your eyes staring at Jason’s face to see how he would react. His eyes were opened wide and glued to your hands, his breath already coming out fast and panting. 

Assured that Jason wasn’t uncomfortable you looked down and — You hadn’t realized how accurate your nickname for him had been. 

“Fuck, big guy, you’ve been holding out on me,” you giggled and and looked at how Jason’s cock twitched at your words. 

His cock laid heavy on his hip, long and so thick you gulped equally in excitement and anticipation, his tip red and wet with precum already. You could swear you could see how his cock pulsed in the rhythm of his heartbeat as it filled out more, not yet fully hard but quickly getting there. 

Saliva started pooling in your mouth at just the thought of tasting him as you let your eyes wander to his balls, resting below his cock and looking full and like he was ready to burst any second. 

You decided that if Jason ended up spilling his load the moment you touched him, you wouldn’t be mad at all, you’d be excited. As Jason whined and panted above you at just your eyes on his cock, you got the overwhelming urge to make the man melt under you. 

You wanted to see how many noises you could have him make, how different touch and sensation would make him react, how long he would last and if it was longer or shorter when you talked him through it. 

Jason shifted his hips helplessly and it snapped you out of your trance. 

“Sorry big guy, just— Fuck, you’re really something,” you said under your breath and slowly reached out with your hand to softly trail your fingertip over his cock, starting at the base and sliding to the tip. 

Jason’s breath hitched in time with your movement and you took it as a good sign. 

His hands were laying on the couch, trying to dig in and hold onto it which made you smile again. 

You kept the movement of your finger steady, up and down over and over again. Only when Jason let out a small groan did you reward him by wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, “Good.” 

Jason held his breath for a couple seconds before letting out a loud sigh and tensing his thighs minutely. 

“It’s really simple, big guy,” you said as you started slowly moving your hand up and down Jason’s cock. “Up and down.”

When you reached his tip you tried gathering as much of his precum as possible on your hand to make the glide smoother and more pleasurable. Judging from the strangled gasp that came from behind Jason’s mask, you were succeeding. 

“You can take your time with it,” you kept up the slow pace for a few more strokes before you quickened the pace, “Or you can speed it up a bit.” 

The smile on your face widened when Jason gasped once more and his hips twitched slightly. “Faster it is,” you mused. 

On every up stroke you started more noticeably swirling your palm or your thumb over the tip of Jason’s cock, wiping up the steady flow of precum leaking out until you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. 

“I’ll show you something else too, but it’s not something you can do yourself. It’s something you’ll need me for.” 

Jason nodded enthusiastically and watched with wide eyes as you slid down to lay down more between his thighs, smiled up at him one last time and then opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to slide it all the way up his cock like your finger did previously, from base to tip. 

Except this time you knew neither of you could handle much more teasing, so you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked slowly, sliding your tongue over it. Above you, Jason made a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan and you delighted in the feeling that washed over you when you heard it.

You wanted to hear more of that. 

So you started moving your mouth up and down Jason’s cock in the same rhythm as your hand had just a moment ago, and he made more noises. He let out more whines and groans, tried more desperately to hold onto the couch as you moved and kept your rhythm, sucking him down until he reached the back of your throat, sliding up where you swirled your tongue over his tip and then sucking him down all over again. 

On a particularly good downstroke Jason bucked his hips and the tip of his cock slipped into your throat for a short moment. The sensation made Jason curl in on himself a little with a loud groan that made your eyes roll back into your head. You knew with his size you wouldn’t be able to take all of him on your first try, but you had an idea. 

You pulled off of Jason’s cock and ignored his noise of desperate protest to wrap your hand back around him tighter than before and started stroking him again, faster than before. 

“C’mon big guy, I’m done teasing you and drawing this out,” you purred in a low voice. 

“You can let go for me. I want to feel it.”

The merciless rhythm you had set for him showed results quickly when Jason’s hips started moving with your strokes as if he as trying to fuck into your hand. 

An idea for another time.

You kept talking to Jason, “There you go sweetheart, bet that feels good, huh?” 

Jason responded with a long groan and nodded frantically. The pace was easy enough for you to set, especially because it didn’t take long for Jason to start shaking and snap his eyes up at you with a slightly panicked and confused look. 

“Feel like something’s happening, big guy?” He nodded quickly and squirmed more on the couch. You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his bare hip.

“Let it happen, I promise it’ll feel good.”

Just as you finished speaking you lowered your head again, grabbed one of Jason’s hands to put it in your hair, wrapped your lips back around his cock and sank down until he slid into your throat as far as you could handle for now. 

With just a couple inches of him still outside of your mouth you swallowed around Jason’s pulsing cock when he suddenly got very quiet and then loud. 

He growled and groaned through his orgasm, shooting ropes of come straight down your throat. He held onto your hair and bucked his hips up into the warmth of your throat as he kept coming so much you had to pull off him a bit to breathe, his release filling your mouth instead where you could taste him and moan around him. 

Spit mixed with his come leaked out of the sides of your mouth, dripped down your chin and onto his hips.

It took a while for Jason to stop coming, let alone come back down from the mind numbing high he experienced, but when he did, he pulled his hand out of your hair and did something you didn’t expect— He pulled you off of his cock and on top of him with a happy noise, pressed his mask against the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you to keep you laying on his broad chest. 

That night marked the first time that Jason stayed the night. Well, the first time he stayed the night inside your house rather than standing outside and guarding your window. 

It also marked the beginning of you masturbating in front of each other frequently and enthusiastically.  

Whenever Jason requested to watch you again, he would wait for you to tell him to touch himself too and then pull out his cock and join you. 

At first he still relied heavily on you talking him through it, his movements unpracticed and uncoordinated but determined to get there for you. Which he did every time.

He would finish before you, both because he was still far too sensitive whenever he touched himself, and because you would always encourage him to come as soon as he showed signs of being close. 

But after a while of this, watching each other get off and staying the night, he became more practiced, learned how to stop himself from finishing too soon, when to slow down and just watch, when to speed up. He learned how to listen to the strings of praises that always fell off your lips while you watched him without them immediately forcing him close to orgasm, and soon he was outlasting you. Watching you shake and moan and whine his name as you came and waiting for you to lean over him and talk him through it again or take over for him completely.

With time he also became more comfortable with letting you pin his hands down when you stroked his cock, pushing his hips into the sheets while you took more and more of him down your throat until you could take it all and still look up at him through wet lashes. 

You moved your little adventures into the bedroom so you could lay your head on his chest and hear his slow, heavy breathing as you drifted off to sleep. 

Jason would stay awake next to you, keeping an eye on you throughout the night, stroking your hair and pulling you close when you moved away in your sleep. 

Then one day when you pulled him into the bedroom for your nightly fun, he didn’t let you settle on the other side of the bed but pulled you on top of him instead and bucked his hips up into you, looking away sheepishly. 

“Oh,” realization dawned on you. “You want to be inside me there? Have sex?”

Hearing the words out loud made Jason burn up under the hockey mask again, still not looking at you when he slowly nodded. 

You giggled and pressed a kiss to his mask before slipping down his legs to get his pants open. When his cock sprang free he was already half hard and throbbing in your hands.

After a couple strokes of your hand you sat back on his thighs and admired his leaking cock as you pulled your shirt up over your head, your bra following quickly after. 

The first time Jason had seen your tits he had  spent the whole night with his hands on them, learning how to squeeze and grope, and how to pull on your nipples in a way that made you properly moan. 

So when your tits were free his hands immediately lifted to play with them as you did your best to quickly get your panties and skirt off. The fact that Jason still had all of his clothes on and you didn’t wasn’t really a problem for you. You respected his discomfort around entirely removing his clothing, and it kind of got you going that he was still completely dressed. 

When you were naked you grabbed one of Jason’s hands and slipped it down between your thighs. That had been a fairly recent development and probably what made him want to be inside you properly in the first place. 

You had taken his hand covered in his own cum after one of your nighty sessions and pressed it between your thighs where you started grinding yourself against his fingers, his cone sliding between your folds and making you groan with need. 

Then you had started putting his fingers inside you and fucking yourself onto them in desperate rhythms as all Jason could do was stare, enjoy the feeling of your cunt around his fingers, and drown in the noises and praises spilling from your lips. 

Now, you made sure to grind your swollen clit against the length of Jason’s fingers, letting your entrance catch on his fingertips, teasing about what was to come. But this time you didn’t slip his fingers inside you and marvel at the stretch that just two of his fingers provided you. 

This time, you pushed his hand away again and started grinding your cunt against his cock where it lay heavy over his hips, leaking precum on his stomach and now also onto your pussy. 

The feeling of your wet folds sliding along his cock made Jason groan and hungrily place his hands on your thighs where he squeezed them in time with your movements. 

You looked down at him with a grin and grabbed his hands, pushed them into the pillows next to his head and tilted your hips so that his cock would catch your entrance on the next glide and slip just his tip inside you. 

The man under you let out a deep groan and balled his hands to fists where you still had them pinned down as he felt your warmth wrapped around the head of his cock. He tried thrusting up into you but you lifted off of him completely, his cock dropping back to his hip as you pushed his hands further down into the bed and tutted at him. 

“None of that, sweetheart,” you said in a soft but firm tone. “I set the pace.”

You reached down with one of your hands, keeping an eye on Jason’s now free hand to make sure he kept it laying next to his head even without your assistance, and wrapped it around his cock, guiding him back to your pussy. 

Slowly, you lowered yourself onto him and immediately had to hold back from groaning as his cock split you open and stretched your pussy wide around it. Skipping the step of stretching yourself on Jason’s fingers should have felt like a bad idea at this point, but you couldn’t help but welcome the stretch and the feeling of fullness that came right after.

Jason also didn’t seem to mind, hitched breaths and groans spilled from his lips, sometimes catching in his throat and releasing in a whining tone that he always quickly tried covering up. 

When you had taken his cock about half way, already feeling it in your throat with how it was filling you, you reached back up to properly pin down both of Jason’s hands again. When you did, the man let out another whining sound before  turning his head to avoid looking at how you were grinning down at him. 

“Look at me or I’m getting off again,” you said with a determined firmness in your voice, no room for debate. Jason hesitated just a moment which you could have taken for defiance, but you saw it for what it really was — embarrassment.

You could see the skin of his neck flushing pink and knew that he was feeling flustered with how much you were affecting him, so you let him hesitate for just one second.

He turned to look at you again and you smiled at him, genuine and wide, and stroked your thumbs over his wrists  where you still had them pinned down. 

“Perfect,” you mumbled towards him but were drowned out by his groan when you suddenly dropped the rest of the way onto his cock. Your own moan of appreciation sounded in the room and you enjoyed the feeling of fullness for a couple more seconds.

Then you started grinding your hips on Jason’s lap, tilting forward and feeling how deep he truly reached inside you. 

Jason was already losing his mind below you, the soft pressure of your hands around his wrists providing a grounding presence as he felt you continuously tighten around him and move softly. 

He let out a string of groans with every movement which made you grin above him, suddenly not feeling like riding him immediately, and rather seeing how much of this torture he could handle. 

You kept going like that until you felt yourself grow too needy to keep up with the teasing and slowly lifted yourself up with your thighs. Under you, Jason panicked at the feeling of your warm cunt leaving and looked up at you with wide, begging eyes. 

“Don’t worry, big guy,” you mumbled and slowly lowered onto his cock again. “I’m not even close to done with you.” 

The pace you set was slow at first, but you lifted until just the tip of Jason’s cock was left inside you and then lowered yourself completely again, feeling him stretch your cunt around him over and over again. You gasped and whined your way through the pleasure and knew that come morning you would feel a slight soreness, but felt nothing except excitement at the idea. 

Jason wasn’t doing any better than you, his hands tensed and relaxed in your hold as he groaned with every deep pass of your pussy over him. He tried keeping his eyes on you and how you reacted to feeling him, a constant blush warming his face under the mask and peeking out by his neck where you could see. 

As you quickened your pace you started praising Jason through your own moans. 

“Doing so good for me,” you cooed when he balled up his hands instead of pushing against yours and trying to get out of your hold.

“There we go,” when he made a particularly loud noise or whined beautifully under you. 

All of it was riling Jason up in a way he didn’t know was possible. He loved the feeling of your cunt around his cock, the way you looked down at him with pleasure written all over your face, and the noises you were making.

But the words, the constant stream of praise spilling from your lips, affected him the most. With every praising sentence he could feel himself twitch inside you and knew you must feel it too. 

After weeks of watching Jasonn masturbate in front of you, giving him hand and blow jobs, you had a pretty decent grasp of what signs Jason showed when he got closer to reaching orgasm. You knew what to say to make him either hold off for longer or to force him hurtling off that edge, but even you were surprised about what you said next. 

“Don’t finish yet, big guy, need you to be a good boy and keep holding on for me.” 

The effect was instant — Jason groaned loudly and whined as his hands went completely slack where you had them pinned, his hips squirmed in place and you could feel his cock throb inside you. But you knew Jason would do everything he could to follow your order, and you felt an exciting rush through your veins. 

You sped up your movements and had to lean forward to use Jason’s pinned wrists as leverage to fuck yourself back onto his cock quicker and harder. The wet noises sounding from between your thighs were almost as loud as the ones coming from Jason and your own lips, the pleasure finally having caught up with you. 

As your pace got quicker and you worked yourself closer and closer to orgasm, your movements also became less even, Jason brushing up against the perfect spot inside you on every other stroke. So you tilted your hips and arched your back in search of that perfect angle until you found it, letting out a loud moan and redoubling your efforts to keep the same speed and intensity of every thrust. 

When you were finally plunged under and felt your stomach tightening and releasing as you came, Jason groaned under you so desperately it almost sounded like a growl. Through your moans you found your words, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

And Jason did. He whined as your cunt continued rhythmically tightening around him with your orgasm and milked his cock for every drop he had, coming so much it spilled out of you and dripped down onto his lap. 

You still had your hands wrapped around Jason’s wrist, but as you felt his come flood your insides you could feel a second orgasm quickly building.

So you released one of his hands and reached down to play with your clit and help you fall over the edge again. 

When you did, Jason had just stopped releasing ropes of come into you, and your renewed clenching around him and the way you had him completely inside you as you rode out your high and grinded your hips made him whine. He was squirming as his pleasure dipped into overstimulation, but when you started praising him through your orgasm he held on longer, grabbing onto the pillow next to his head with his free hand to stop himself from reaching out and touching you when you hadn’t allowed it yet.

Your orgasm finally subsided and you stopped moving to feel the floating after effect, pulling your hand away from your cunt and sitting yourself back onto Jason’s cock completely. You pulled your other hand off of his wrist and looked down at Jason with deep affection written all over your face. 

In a moment of happy impulse you leaned down to press kisses onto Jason’s mask as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, his softening cock sliding out of your cunt and laying back on his hip covered in your mixed release.

You could feel the slow drip of Jason’s come out of your pussy and smiled, also feeling the effect Jason’s thick length had had on you, your pussy slightly gaping as you got up and told Jason to stay where he was. 

After you cleaned him and yourself up you fell asleep with him again, Jason staying awake and watching over you as you slept.

It felt like the floodgates had opened after that. 

Jason would pull you onto his lap and stare at you with questioning eyes, and you would ride him again, keeping his hands pressed down by his head or his sides or stuck to your hips. You would shower him in praise and tell him when to come. 

One memorable evening you just sat on his cock and rubbed your fingers frantically over your clit, coming over and over again while he was inside you and had to keep still, his hands on your hips unmoving, holding back his orgasm as he whined and groaned through the pleasure of feeling yours again and again. 

Even when you introduced him to other positions he wouldn’t finish without you telling him he could. He was thrusting inside you as you were laying under him, dwarfed by the sheer size of his body, your legs wrapped around his hips as his pace got sloppier and sloppier with every word you said. 

“There you go.” — “Just like that, big guy.” — “Feels so full.” — “Good boy.” 

It did something to you to know how much power you had over a man so huge and unaffected by anything he came across. 

One tilt of your finger and Jason would be kneeling between your legs, fingering you and staring up at you with seemingly glowing eyes, soaking up every bit of praise you dropped as waves of orgasms crashed through you. 

Your favorite thing to do with him though was a position you had come across on accident. Seeing it made you blush immediately and save the video to look at over and over again. When you explained it to Jason he nodded frantically and held onto your wrist with a soft but firm grab as he pulled you into the bedroom with him. 

Once there, he stopped and looked at you with wide eyes, wanting but not knowing how to proceed. You smiled at him and guided him to lay down on the bed with his legs off the edge and planted on the ground. 

Seeing him like that reminded you of how big the man was and you felt a familiar warmth spread through you, a heady mix of affection and arousal. 

“I’ll have to take your pants off for this, big guy,” you said softly and looked at him for a reaction. “Is that okay?”

Jason thought for a moment and sat up on the edge of the bed where he opened his pants and started pulling them off himself. When he got to his boots he simply tugged until they gave way and the pants slid over them.

Shoes stay on apparently, you thought distantly but couldn’t help and giggle. If it helped him feel more comfortable then you were more than fine with his shoes staying on. 

After Jason laid back down you spread his legs and stepped between them, pulling off your own pants and underwear, as well as the shirt you had thrown on, before softly sliding your hands up and down Jason’s thighs. 

Seeing them naked made them look even bigger, thick and muscular where they rested, framed around you. You squeezed them and softly massaged your hands up over his skin, admiring the strength in Jason’s legs as you went. 

“It’s not going to be that different from what we’ve previously done,” you started as your hands reached his already half hard cock and wrapped around it. “But it is still something new. So I will leave one of your hands free at all times, that way you can use it to tap me if you want to stop.”

Jason nodded slowly, his eyes glued to your hand where you had started slowly stroking his cock. You kept going for a couple more minutes before you stepped closer and pointed Jason’s cock towards you.

You rubbed the tip of it against your clit and moaned softly, feeling yourself get wetter with every passing second.

When Jason seemed sufficiently desperate to you, you let go of his cock and stepped even closer to him. You lifted one of his legs, held it up and angled it towards him as you reached down with your hand, wrapped it around his cock and guided him to your pussy. 

You had to get quite close to Jason in this position for it to work but neither of you had any issue with that.

When the tip of his cock brushed over your clit again you moaned, rubbed it through your folds until it reached your entrance and then slowly pushed forward, making Jason’s dick disappear inside you, and he groaned. As soon as he was seated inside you completely you looked up at Jason and saw him already looking back at you. 

“Feel good, big guy?”

He nodded and you smiled at him as you reached down to grab his other leg and lift it as well. You positioned them both to be laying over your forearms so you could hold onto Jason’s thighs or hips for leverage. 

Slowly, you pulled back and felt his cock slide out of you until just half of him still throbbed inside you. Then you thrust forward and Jason was filling you up again.

The sensation still had the same stretch and full feeling that made your eyes threaten to roll back into your head, but it carried something extra that made you unable to look away from the way Jason had thrown his head back and how his throat was straining with every groan he let out. 

You had just settled into the slow rhythm you had started thrusting with, fucking yourself onto Jason’s cock slowly and deeply, when the man suddenly reached out one hand to put it on yours currently wrapped around his thigh. 

For a split second you thought he would tap you and ask for you to stop, but instead he started spelling something on your skin. 

More.

The happy giggle that burst out if you was made up of pure joy. You grinned down at him with a wide smile, “Good boy.” 

Jason groaned in response to the name as you started speeding up your thrusts, pulling away a bit more each time to feel the length of his cock push into you deep and full.

Your plan had been to make Jason the loudest and neediest he had ever been which you were thankfully succeeding in, but you had also drastically underestimated how good this angle would feel for you.

Every snap of your hips forward made Jason’s cock bump against that spot inside you and caused your legs to shake in pleasure, as well as the way your clit was grinding against him with every forward motion. 

Without realizing it you had continued speeding up and were frantically fucking Jason’s cock into you, pulling away and pushing your hips fast and hard into Jason’s again, his cock bottoming out and making you moan loudly. 

Jason wasn’t faring any better below you — His eyes were glued to where his cock repeatedly disappeared inside you and how it was covered in the glistening wetness you were dripping with, as well as a mix of his precum which was leaking inside you. 

You were panting, chasing the pleasure building inside you already when you looked down at Jason and saw how much of a mess he was. His hands were at his sides, holding onto the sheets with every harsh thrust of your hips, his legs over your arms had started trembling, and he was releasing more and more of those whining groans you loved so much. 

“Such a good boy for me,” the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think about them. “Taking me so well.” You repositioned your hands from Jason’s thighs to his hips where you dug your fingers into his skin with how hard you were holding onto him, and used the extra leverage to quicken your pace further. 

It became immediately clear to you that you wouldn’t be able to keep up that rhythm for long before you reached your release, and when you looked closer at Jason you realized that it was the same for him.

The man’s eyes had finally ripped away from the view between your legs and rolled back into his head at the same time as he growled helplessly and threw his head back onto the bed, the sheets ripping where he had pulled on them even more in pleasure. 

“Don’t come yet, big guy,” you groaned as you started chasing your own release.  “Be good and don’t you— fuck, don’t you dare.”

You moaned as you got close to your orgasm and thrust against Jason with renewed stamina, the sound of skin of skin echoing through the bedroom. When you finally came you groaned long and broken, whines breaking through as you fucked Jason through it and clenched around him over and over again. 

The feeling was driving him crazy and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. As his thighs trembled hanging over your arms and he let out panicked whines, you acted on instinct, still in the throes of your orgasm. 

You dropped one of his legs to reach down and wrap your fingers around Jason’s cock right at the base, stopping him from reaching his orgasm. Jason whined and groaned, twisting in the sheets when his high was so close and suddenly ripped away from him. 

As your orgasm subsided and you could think clearly again you looked at Jason. 

“Oh baby, I know,” you said in an overly understanding tone.”You’ll come soon enough.”

The fingers wrapped around the base of his cock squeezed a bit tighter, “But I said not yet, didn’t I?”

Jason nodded quickly and looked at you, wrecked and flush under his mask. 

“So stay still and be good.”

With that you started moving again, gasping at the feeling of your sensitive cunt being filled over and over again while rubbing your clit against his length. 

You kept a decent rhythm and fucked Jason deep into you, feeling him bottom out on every thrust and moaning loudly with it. 

Jason was looking up at you through it all, watching as sweat gathered on your skin and reflected the light, making it look like you were glowing which to him you already were. 

Your face was pulled into a constant display of pleasure, beautiful noises leaving your mouth and echoing in the room, making him whine in response. 

He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be completely at your mercy like this, laying there as you fucked his cock for your own pleasure, actively stopping him from finishing so you could enjoy him for longer. He was blushing under his mask and just about all over his chest, and he was glad you couldn’t see it. 

It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start building, a knot forming in your stomach as your thighs mirrored Jason’s and started trembling with pleasure and the effort of staying upright. 

You shortened your thrusts a little so that Jason’s cock didn’t slip out of you completely anymore and instead you made sure that every quick glide of him inside you rubbed his leaking tip right over your g-spot. The knot in your stomach tightened and strained until it suddenly snapped, a rolling release crashing through you and making you dizzy with the intensity. 

The already loud moans from you grew even more in volume, Jason’s own noises and whines joining in as he suffered through the feeling of your cunt clenching around him repeatedly and not being able to come himself. Though the view of you leaning over him, gasping and groaning as your orgasm hit was certainly worth the edging. 

Your orgasm didn’t seem to have an end as you continued to grind your g-spot against Jason’s cock, new waves washing through you every second. 

Through the haze of pleasure you saw Jason helplessly holding onto the ripped sheets and felt your cunt quickly building to another orgasm. 

“Fuck, just keep looking all pretty, big guy,” you groaned and Jason whined in response, turning his head to avoid seeing how intently you were looking at him. You reached up with the hand that had previously been wrapped around the base of his cock and grabbed him by the chin of his mask, turning his head back to you. 

“None of that,” you said firmly. “You come too now. But you gotta— oh god, you gotta keep looking at me.”

Jason nodded and didn’t stop when you sped up your grinding. He could feel his own release pooling in his lower belly, swirling and waiting for you to finish another time, not wanting to keep you from looking as blissed out and satisfied as you always did when you came multiple times. 

Thankfully he didn’t have to hold out long when almost a minute later your pussy clenched around him. If that hadn’t given away your arriving orgasm then the way you groaned his name and praised him for being such a good boy and feeling perfect inside you surely would have. 

Immediately, Jason fell over the edge with you, growling out broken moans and whines as his come flooded your inside, filling you up with warmth, and his legs shook. 

You moaned at the feeling of him coming inside you and at how your orgasm was still making you shake as you were still grinding your hips into Jason’s, when his cock bumped against your g-spot again and again. The oversensitivity of your cunt hit you hard as you already started coming a fourth time on his cock before you felt the third properly end.

This time your orgasm was accompanied not just by shaking legs and loud moans from both you and Jason, but also the unmistakable feeling of you squirting on his cock and your thighs. A steady stream burst out of you with every movement of your hips, the sound of it dripping onto Jason, your thighs and the bed was filthy, but you loved it. 

Jason made a surprised noise at the feeling which was followed by a cacophony of loud whines and moans as he reached overstimulation.

As your orgasm slowed, so did the stream of wetness from your cunt, and the movement of your hips, until you eventually came to a stop. 

When you pulled back and Jason’s cock slipped out of you completely you felt a rush of both your and Jason’s come dripping out of you and down your thighs. 

You giggled a little breathy, exhausted but equally satisfied and happy, and looked down at Jason who was staring right between your thighs where you were leaking the evidence of both your enjoyment. 

“Stay there,” you said softly as you lowered his leg and went to get a warm washcloth. You cleaned up yourself and Jason with slow and soft movements so as to not overstimulate his cock even more, but he still let out soft breaths and whines as you went. 

After deciding to change the sheets in the morning and prioritizing the comfortable floating satisfaction of the night, you crawled into bed with Jason. He hadn’t put his pants back on and simply laid further up the bed so you could sleep close to him again, your head on his chest and one leg thrown over his hips. 

Feeling his soft cock resting there by your thigh made you sigh happily and think about what else you could do to make Jason rip another set of sheets apart. 

“Maybe I should peg you next, big guy,” you mumbled without thinking and saw Jason tilt his head in question in the dark.

You laughed and patted his chest lightly before wrapping your arm around him again. 

“I’ll explain soon, promise.”

When you woke up in the morning and found the bed next to you empty, you turned to see Jason sitting at the foot of your bed, holding a bundle of bright blue flowers.

You got up and walked out of the bedroom with Jason following close behind you as you were already excitedly talking about what you were planning to do today and where you’d put the new flowers.  

Once they were safely standing in a vase on your living room coffee table, you held onto Jason’s shoulder and stretched up to press kisses against his mask right where his mouth would be. Jason wrapped his arms around your back and lifted you up slightly, softly and contently sighing from behind the mask.