we’re cool for the summer — joe burrow.
⤷ pairing: joe burrow x black fem!reader
⤷ synopsis: after a terrible breakup with your now ex, you and your friend drags you to the club to have some fun, but while you’re there, you find the real fun you’ve been looking for all this time and maybe, he’s worth taking home. (let’s ignore this 😭)
⤷ tags/contains: 18+ mdni, smut, mentions of ed, y/n is used twice, strong language, drinking, casual sex? joe’s lowkey a munch, pillow princess vibes, overstim if you squint, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), multiple orgasms, semi-public, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, missionary, doggy, mock sympathy, degradation, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, mamas, babe, angel, gorgeous, doll), aftercare.
⤷ lilliana’s notes: hi lovelies! sorry it took me so long to get this out, I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately and i’m trying to come out of it. i realized hardly do any black!reader fics so i decided to go ahead and write this for my girlies. now, i know this is long as fuck but i swear it gets real juicy, so grab some snacks and cuddle up if needed. feel free to send me your thoughts or honest feedback, it’s always appreciated here! enjoy <3
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“C’mon girl, you’re not in bondage anymore, so just live a little!” Those were the words of your friend Nia, who was skimming through your closet trying to find clothes she deemed sexy. She was trying her best to get your spirits up, to wine down and just forget for a while.
“But you know I’m not into clubbing, or wearing tight shit, which you’re not finding in my closet.” You said, slumping back against the headboard.
The breakup with Darius took a toll on you, two years—down the drain all because of him wanting to “have fun”. Which then led to him becoming someone’s baby daddy, and you wouldn’t have found out unless she didn’t call his phone at 3AM.
Nia stops searching for a moment, turning around to meet your sad, defeated face. Her eyes softened as she goes to sit next to you.
“Hey, I know this is hard, but you can’t think about him forever,” she intertwines her fingers with yours, squeezing softly. “i don’t want you sitting here, depressed over some guy who couldn’t give a fuck about you.”
You smile softly, leaning your head onto her shoulder. “Thanks babe, you’re the best.”
Nia pats your thigh, while still being curled up next to you. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want—”
“No, I wanna go,” you say, climbing off the bed and standing in front of you. “But we’re gonna need to head to your place since you have all the clothes for this occasion.”
Her eyes widen, but her expression quickly becomes one of pure happiness. “Yes bitch, that’s what we want!” She hops out of your bed, grabbing her keys and dragging you outside the apartment to her place.
At soon as the two of you were in the car she cranked up the engine and pulled off, heading to her apartment. She turns on the radio, the song ‘Give Me Everything’ blaring through her bass-boosted speakers. She taps her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm, occasionally singing some of the lyrics.
You can’t help but smile, she’s care-free, you think to yourself, “That can be me now. He’s trapped and I’m not, so fuck him.”
You finally start to loosen up, dancing in your seat, running your fingers through your long, loose waves of hair. You start singing the chorus and Nia lets out a laugh, the kind that tells you she’s glad you’re finally catching the vibe.
“You’re feeling it girl!” She says enthusiastically as she turns up the volume, making the bass hit significantly harder. “But remember, the real fun ain’t started yet.”
After the song ends, Nia pulls into her apartment complex, quickly parking at her designed spot and turning the car off. She gets out the car and you follow, trailing behind her. Nia fishes for her keys, heading straight towards her unit—which was thankfully on the first floor. She unlocks the door and heads inside then you walk in and close the door behind you.
“Okay, I want you to stay in here and I’ll grab the clothes.” She says, already prancing towards her room to go through her closet.
“Nia! But—” She interrupted you, her voice booming through the space, also accompanied by the sound of hangers being dropped onto the floor.
“No buts, you have to look hot as fuck!” She says, then another hanger drops.
You sigh, plopping down on the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping through Netflix. You skim through countless, not finding anything that actually catches your eye. But then you remember watching ‘Quarterback’ with your dad when you visited him a few months ago. You had already seen Season 1 and you were just planning to re-watch it— until you find out Season 2 was just released.
You turn it on, setting the remote down onto the coffee table before grabbing one of the soft pillows on the couch and curling up against it.
The screen displays three quarterbacks, Joe Burrow, Jared Goff and Kirk Cousins. But Joe caught your eye specifically. Then you came to a realization, you have lived in Cincy for over 4 years and had no clue who the Bengals’ quarterback was. You watched football occasionally, not that you cared too much even through you basically grew up around it. Also including your flag football career in high school, you already knew a lot about football anyway.
“Huh.” You mumble to yourself, folding your legs as you watch intently. He was fine as hell, and you knew it. But you were thinking that girls hop on his dick all the time because of the fame. Typical NFL shit.
Nia walks in, her arms adorned with clothes that she picked out for you, along with jewelry and shoes to match.
“I got an outfit for you—” she stops dead in her tracks, staring at the tv before smirking at you. “Oh you watching him, Joe is the hottest guy in Cincy, you know that right?”
You nod, your mouth slightly agape. You didn’t know you wanted white chocolate this bad! The screen cuts to him at a photoshoot, him lighting up a cigar and smoking it like a natural. And that in itself may have been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Uh helloooo? Back to earth, sis? Nia says, tapping your shoulder, successfully freeing you from your trance.
“Yeah, sorry.” You slap your head over your face, attempting to gain some semblance of control over yourself.
“Y’know, there’s a solid chance we might see him and the crew at the club.”
Your heart rate picks up instantly, your brain creating a thousand scenarios about meeting him. But the rational side of you was saying, “Let’s be real, he’s probably in the VIP section, surrounded by 4 girls who want his money and a night with him. He probably wouldn’t bat an eye at you.”
Your thoughts dissipate and you turn to face her, the tv now becoming background now. “Don’t make me delusional please,” you huff out, before pointing at what’s in her hand. “what’cha got for me?”
Nia claps her hands in excitement, quickly separating all the items. “Okay so, to start off I grabbed this midnight blue babydoll dress, it’s gonna make your tits and hips pop out—which would look really good on you.”
You tilt your head, your fingers tracing the delicate lace on the top of the dress. “I see the vision here.”
“Next up we have these beautiful gray heels, they’re just a little sparkly and they still show your tattoo!” You smiled, the tattoo you got that reminded you of your late mother would still be visible, not hidden in the past like other shoes you’ve worn.
“That’s amazing, I love these.” At your words, she lets out a noise of contentment before continuing with her crafted outfit.
“And for the final touch you have these gorgeous silver drop earrings, this little heart necklace and a watch that gives the ‘hot but elegant’ vibe.”
You nod, grabbing all the items and standing up, glancing at the tv momentarily to see Joe at a press conference with bleached blonde hair. “Okay Slim Shady.” You thought, before walking to her guest room to change.
“Come out here when you’re done and I’ll your hair and makeup!” Nia yells, watching as you close the door behind you.
You quickly discard your clothes, putting everything on one by one. You glance at yourself in the mirror as you adjust the dress, it hugged your form in all the right places, which you really liked. Considering you weren’t that big on tight clothes, this was definitely a start. You twirled in the mirror, actually feeling pretty.
Darius was always body-shaming you, causing you to drop weight from you deciding to put your self on a restrictive diet. At one point it got so bad you ended up in the hospital for two days because of malnutrition and lack of vital nutrients you needed. You were slowly coming out of that, opening yourself to eat and also do more.
During the course of the relationship you became a shell of yourself, quiet, reserved, not the same energetic girl everyone once knew. You knew you weren’t bouncing back immediately, it would take some time but you decided you weren’t going to let your past define your present or your future.
You slipped the heels on, they complimented your freshly done mani-pedi, something you had gotten done days before. You put on the jewelry and throw the other clothes onto the bed. You walk out of the room, Nia’s eyes light up as she squeals in excitement.
“You look so good!” she says, practically running to you to get a proper view. “Guys are going to be drooling—wait do you like this?”
You can’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, you place your hands on your hips swaying slightly from side to side.
“Yeah, I feel like the hottest girl in Cincy right now.” Nia playfully swats your ass, winking at you. “Now that is the attitude I’m talking about, girl!”
The screen transitions off of Joe to Jared and you immediately turn away, becoming disinterested. Nia sees this and laughs, now grabbing her makeup products and flat iron, having already gotten dressed with an outfit thst looked similar to yours, but just with a white babydoll top, leather pants and black heels, paired with a ton of gold jewelry including the anklet you bought her in Miami.
“Ooh he got your ass under a spell.” You roll your eyes at her comment, but you knew she was right in the end, you were heavily attractive to him. “Yeah yeah, whatever that means.” She sits you down and starts on your makeup, being extremely through with the process making sure you looked gorgeous.
As she works diligently, you glance at the tv from time to time, finally Joe pops back on the screen and your eyes light up, Nia notices this, considering she’s blending powder underneath your eye.
“Girl, that is not my man!”
“Mmmm, I’m manifesting something.”
“You know you want him, right?”
“Girl, if he’s in that club tonight he won’t be able to look away.”
“Stop doubting yourself and just speak it into existence!”
“I’m trusting you on this.”
“Good, now can you please look that way so I can finish applying this?”
“Yeah, sorry.” You turn your head back towards the tv to let her finish. After about 30 minutes with her finishing your makeup and curling your hair she does the same for herself. She stands up, adoring her “artwork” as she would call it.
“Oh babe you’re stunning, if I was a man I’d be trying to hit that.”
Your expression becomes one of shock, yes you knew her humor but this was blunt as she could get.
“I’m just sayin’, you’re irresistible right now.”
Nia disappears into her bedroom momentarily before coming out with black clutches for the two of you. “Okay, there’s enough space for your phone, wallet, tiny ass perfume, keys and condoms.”
“Did you just say condoms?” You’re officially done, Nia has practically gone mad.
“I was kidding, but I got a taser and mace for both of us because you never know.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Me too. Okay let’s go now!”
She pushes you out the door, haphazardly fumbling for her keys, locking the door and heading back to her car.
Downtown Cincinnati was only 15 minutes away, just because you lived on the outskirts didn’t exactly mean you were far away from the nightlife. You checked the time on your phone it read, 10:45 PM. The Diamond Cabaret closed up at 4AM, which was more than enough time for the two of you to mingle and have a bit of fun. Celebrities would pop up there from time to time, that contributing to why it’s one of Cincinnati’s most well-known clubs.
Nia takes the back way, successfully dodging the shitload of traffic that would be on the interstate, no matter what time of day it was.
“Nia, what’s your plan when we get in here?”
“Hm, first off dance with some hot guy, maybe suck his dick in the bathroom or some shit.”
“Honey, when you’re single you have options, also meaning you can do whatever the fuck you please with no attachment necessary.”
“Huh, doesn’t sound too bad when you put it like that.”
“It isn’t! Just keepin’ it casual, it removes the complications and feelings that don’t actually need to be involved.
You nod, fidgeting with the now curled strands of hair that you have been attempting to move out of your face.
“Besides, us women are sensitive by nature, so we’re bound to get our emotions in the mix. But it’s different if you have a relationship mainly just for sex or whatever.”
Okay, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But after having a sexually incompetent ex, the last thing you needed was for someone else that didn’t have anything to truly offer you try to get with you. You’re not that kind of girl anyway.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence she pulls into the parking lot, you look out the window seeing girls who were overly drunk giggling as they got into their uber. The music from the inside was audible, though you couldn’t exactly make out the lyrics. She parks in the front, which was a miracle considering the parking was insane. She turns the car off and the two of you grab your belongings and head out.
She greets the bouncer James, you do the same before showing your ID, he waves the two of you through and you head inside. The music was significantly louder, you could see couples making out and grinding on the lit-up dance floor, Nia weaves through people clearing a path for you directly to the bar. “Two tequila shots please.” She says to the bartender, who nods and quickly whips those up before sliding the shots to you guys. Nia holds hers up in the air, inviting you to make a toast.
“Let’s make a toast to being hot and single!”
You clank your shot glass against hers before downing your shot in one go, slightly wincing because of the sting. Your eyes scan the room, people were having the times of their life, unhibited and wild. You turn back around only to see Nia already engaging in conversation with some random guy that popped up beside her.
Everything was remotely normal, till everyone’s attention randomly shifted towards the door. You take a few steps away from the bar, trying to get a better view of what’s gotten everyone’s attention. The limo outside pulls away revealing none other than Joe Burrow, in the flesh. Your heart beats faster than before, you were quite literally watching this guy on Nia’s tv not even an hour earlier. Besides him was Ja’Marr, Tee and Andrei, the wide receivers for the Bengals. And god were they fine too, but you had your eyes set on Joe, and him only.
You look behind you to see Nia smirking, mouthing the words, “I told you so.” You flip her off before shifting your gaze back to the door.
Joe is staring directly at you, shamelessly raking his gaze over your form. You feel your cheeks heat up and you turn around again to hopefully get some advice from Nia, but she’s nowhere to be found. She left you on purpose, well unless she really wanted to suck that dude off.
Joe is walking towards you, and you don’t know what to do. The group of WRs were looking at you too, but they went into another corner letting Joe have the pretty girl this time.
He’s standing in front of you now, the white tank top he has on, giving you the slightest view of his six-pack, but then there were his biceps, which were huge—you practically wanted to bite into them.
He notices you’re staring and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I don’t understand why a woman as beautiful as you isn’t taken right now.” He says, stepping back and creating space between the two of you.
“Yeah, uh—thanks really, I—fuck.” He fucked you up already and he hardly did anything yet.
“Cat got your tongue, huh?” He coos, having that smug smile plastered on his annoyingly handsome face.
“No—I just wasn’t expecting—” you pause, as if to make your point which you were sure he understood. “whatever the hell this is.”
He huffs out a laugh, sticking his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, it’s not exactly every day I walk up to someone as gorgeous as you.” He studies you for a moment, before quickly reverting his gaze over to the corner where his teammates were, who appeared to be making bets.
“I don’t wanna call you woman all night, what’s your name mamas?”
“Oh goddamn it.” You thought to yourself, he just called you mamas and hasn’t even known you for 5 minutes yet.
“A gorgeous name for a stunning woman, it suits you. I’m Joe by the way.” He extends his hand for you to take and you shake it, your skin hearing up from the contact.
“I know, I was just watching you on my friend’s tv before I got here.”
“Can I buy you a drink or..?”
You didn’t even hesitate, you figured if this man was talking to you, the best thing for you to do is to soak this in as you’re thinking this might just be the best night of your life.
“Sure, I wouldn’t mind the company.”
You and Joe walk next to each other heading back towards the bar, once you get there you sit down, placing the clutch in your lap. The bartender’s eyes widen, but he quickly masks his surprise attempting to slip back into professional mode. “Hello Mr. Burrow, what can I get you and the lady?” Joe looks over at you and you mouth “Three tequila shots.” and he nods before turning back to the bartender. “I’ll do Vodka Cranberry and she’ll have three tequila shots.”
The bartender nods and starts preparing the drinks.
“What’s your reason to be here, are you just wanting to have some fun, maybe wind down after the weekdays?” Joe inquired, playing with his wristbands.
“I’m just trying to get my mind off things, I broke up with my boyfriend of two years recently.” You answer, running your fingers through your hair again, a habit that you’ve had for quite sometime.
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “Oh don’t be, he cheated on me and got some other bitch pregnant.”
“It is, but now it’s over.”
The bartender places all the drinks on the counter, before turning back around to spruce a few things up.
Joe grabs a straw and sticks it into his drink, sipping on it while you go and take your shot.
“So, are you here just to let loose or….?”
“Mm, I guess because I don’t wanna have sex with any of the douchebags here. I’m sure their egos are bigger than their dick.”
Joe laughs, the sound rumbling through just chest as his gaze settles back on you.
“I’ve never heard that from someone unless they weren’t satisfied before,” Joe pauses briefly, swirling his straw in his drink. “was he bad in bed?”
“Bad is an understatement, couldn’t have an orgasm one time with him, he came too fast and I was always doing the work.”
Joe shakes his head in pure disbelief, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair.
“That’s no fun, I see why you wouldn’t want anyone here.”
Yeah, you wanted him. But you couldn’t tell if he was oblivious to it or not.
“Mhm, I think the vibrators will do for now.”
Joe nearly spits his drink out, you could tell he wasn’t expecting you to be so straightforward. He quickly regains his composure, but then you catch the slight hint of want in his eyes, something undeniable that was boiling under the surface just ready to break through.
“You need someone who can make you feel good, show you that you deserve it.”
“Joe, what are you saying?” You knew what he meant, you just needed to hear him say it out loud.
“Here’s what I’m saying—I want to give you the best night of your life right now, but only if you want me to.”
It was happening. Finally. The music slowly faded into the background, the groups of people blurring into nothing but figures, all you cared about was him. If he was offering this, you weren’t saying no.
“Yes, I would like that—a lot.” You grabbed your phone and shot Nia a quick text, “Leaving the club, I’ll see you later on.” You put your phone into the clutch, standing up and not even bothering to take another shot.
“Okay gorgeous, let’s go then?” Joe says, extending his hand for you to grab. You take his hand and walk with him as he leads you out of the club. You glance over your shoulder, his teammates were currently dancing with a bunch of women, having basically forgotten Joe was even there.
Joe pulls his phone out, dialing a number and talking to the person you presumed to be the limo driver. Almost immediately the limo pulls up and Joe guides you to the door, opening it and making sure you get in comfortably but climbing in himself. The limo’s automatic door close and you climb towards the back.
“Where we heading Mr. Burrow?” The driver asks, turning around to face him.
“My house—and if you don’t mind could you roll up the partition please?” Joe says, scooting closer to you.
The driver nods and rolls it on, separating himself from the two of you.
“Y’know sweetheart, we can keep it casual, no unrequited summer love—we can just take our time,” his hand slides up your thigh, teasingly close to where you wanted him “but tonight it’s all about you, just wanna make you feel good, okay?”
“Yeah, got it.” You had never experienced this before, someone who was willing to give you the pleasure you’ve been desperately searching for all this time, and god did it feel so good.
Without wasting another second Joe crashes his lips onto your lips, threading his fingers into your hair. The kiss was filled with raw passion, lust and want that had been pent-up since you first locked eyes with him.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting to do that since I saw you.” He starts peppering kisses down your neck, his hands sliding slowly bunching your dress up.
“Is this okay?” He asks, pausing to look at you, making sure you were comfortable with what he was doing.
“Yeah, just keep going please.”
He lifts you onto his lap, chest against your back. “Lift your hips for me.” You lifts them up, allowing him to pull down the black thong you had on. “Just wanted to feel sexy, hm? Didn’t think anyone would see this but look at where we are now.”
You mewl, you instinctively spreading your legs to give him better access. “Joe—please.”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling through your body as he continues kissing your neck then further down to your collarbone. “So eager for me aren’t you?” He teases, brushing his lips on your earlobe before nipping it softly.
“Mhm, I need this.” You whine, practically begging him.
“Spit on my fingers, doll.”
You gather the saliva in your mouth, before spitting it onto his fingers. He rubs them together before teasingly grazing them over your folds, making you shiver. “Think it’s about time to break your dry spell, right?”
You nod frantically, knowing this was the hottest situation you’ve ever been in but also the fact that you were in a goddamn limo. Very semi-public if we’re being honest.
After making you wait for so long, he finally pushes two fingers in, and god were they thick. Your pussy clenched around them as he began to pump them in and out of you. A loud moan slips from your lips, causing Joe’s other hand to cover your mouth. “Can’t be too loud sweetheart.” He coos, slightly picking up the pace coaxing whimpers out of you, which were muffled because of his hand over your mouth.
Joe leans back down and uncovers your mouth only to seal his lips onto yours, silencing any noises you might make. When he pulls away you see his expression, dark and full of pure desire. His pupils were dilated, his once icy-blue irises now almost completely blacked out.
“Can you stay quiet for me?” he mumbles against your neck again, still pumping his fingers inside you. “I wanna do something.”
You nod, resting your head back against his chest, trying your best to keep quiet.
“Good girl.” His hand that was once on your mouth goes upwards, slowly pulling down the straps to reveal your tits to his hungry gaze. You hold back a noise from the feeling of the tips of his fingers tracing against your swollen nipples.
You’re dripping on fingers, your juices flowing down to his palm and his wrist. Noting this, Joe adds a third finger, making your eyes flutter. His hand is gently threading your breast, his thumb rubbing your nipples and pinching occasionally.
“Joey, I’m getting close, oh god.” Your thighs are starting to shake, the undeniable heat building in your gut, like a ticking time bomb that would go off any second.
“Yeah angel, you gonna cum on my fingers?” He asks, already knowing the answer, but just to mess with you he takes his hand of your breast and he starts rubbing this thumb over your clit.
You can’t take it anymore, your eyes shut and your back arches and Joe kisses you again, swallowing your moans. Your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wive, pleasure floods your senses as your vision blurs for a moment.
Joe continues to pump his now cum-covered fingers in your pussy, working you through it. You squeal from the overstimulation, your hands cleaning the seat below you.
Joe pulls his fingers out with a pop, then sucking your juices off of them while maintaining eye contact the entire time.
“That felt good didn’t it?” He grabs your thong and shoves it into his pants pocket.
“So good, so damn good—thank you.”
He chuckles, straightening your clothes out as the limo comes to a halt. “Don’t thank me babe, that was just the warm-up.”
The driver opens the partition, thankfully oblivious to what just happened even though you looked wrecked. “Alright Mr. Burrow, it was a pleasure doing business with you tonight.”
“Same here.” Joe pulls out $450 from his back pocket to hand as a tip. The driver’s eyes widen in pure disbelief, making it seem as if he’d never received a tip that big.
“Oh, thank you so much sir! Have a great night!”
Joe grabs your hand and leads you out of the limo, closing the door behind him.
The driver pulls out the driveway, leaving the two of you. Your mouth dropped, almost forgetting about what just happened. His mansion was huge, probably the biggest you’ve seen so far.
“So this is what NFL money gets you?” You ask, walking with him to the door.
“Something like that.” He unlocks the door, ushering you inside and closing the door. Being extremely gracious he allows you to take your heels off and place the black clutch on the table besides the enterance. He takes off his own shoes before walking around behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Okay then mamas, let’s go.”
He intertwined his fingers with yours as he navigates the hallway. When the two of you make it into his room he wastes no time, crushing his lips against yours, not even bothering to shut the door. He walks you backwards before the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fall back against the bed, the sheets engulfing you as Joe’s frame towers over you.
Joe pulls back, only to grab your ankles leaving the bottom half of your body hanging off the bed. He quickly discards his shirt and you shrug your dress off. His eyes roam over the newly exposed skin, while getting on his knees.
“No fucking way.” The thought immediately came to life, for god’s sake the man was worshipping your body like you were a Greek goddess. You suddenly remember you didn’t have your thong on after you two walked out the limo. No wonder why there wasn’t an extra step. Joe lifts your legs onto his shoulder, his breath ghosting over your core, making you shiver in anticipation once again.
This time he doesn’t make you wait, his tongue starts lapping up at your pussy and you moan loudly, not even trying to control yourself anymore. His tongue is licking in all the right places, making you thread your fingers through his hair. Your eyes close, the pleasure clouding your mind to a point where your senses had completely overloaded.
Then out of nowhere he puts two fingers inside you again, and now with them being paired with his tongue you were getting close in no time.
“Ahh fuck Joe, your tongue—I can’t.” You mewl, your thighs almost squeezing Joe’s head, but he doesn’t let up and continues to eat you out. Joe pulls back for a slight second just to catch his breath but also look at you. You were disheveled, utterly blissed out. He was sure you ain’t ever had a man like him before.
You whine, annoyed that he took his mouth off of you, I mean you knew he needed to breathe but you still needed this. His mouth is back on you, lapping up at your folds, still fingering you at the same time. You tug on his hair, writhing against him.
He moans against you, his face still buried in between your legs, the sound traveling through you and making you clench around his tongue. His fingers curl against your g-spot, the dial sensation felt otherworldly.
“Fuck—Joe, I’m getting close!”
His tongue move faster along with his fingers, destined to make you cum again.
“Taste so good, cum for me baby—wanna taste it on my tongue.” He mumbles against you, not letting up till you finished again.
“Oh shit! Joe!” You cry out, your back arching of the bed from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Joe continued to work between your legs, lapping up very drop that landed on his tongue and around his mouth.
Your chest heaves, the orgasm left you almost breathless. Joe wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, he climbs back onto the bed besides you, leaning down to kiss you again, allowing to taste yourself.
“So good for me sweetheart.” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t—”
“I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Okay whatever you say, babe.”
He gets off the bed and walks into his bathroom, which you were assuming he was looking for condoms.
He comes back out a minute later, holding what appeared to be lube, you realized he probably didn’t keep condoms in his house. Thankfully you were on birth control, so you could have it raw without dealing with any complications.
“I don’t have condoms sweetheart.”
“I’m on birth control, we’ll be alright.”
He pulls off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion, his cock hitting his stomach as soon as it was freed.
Your widen eyes, he was huge, arguably bigger than anyone you’ve had before. Joe notices this and smirks, stroking his cock to smear the lube all over.
He climbs back onto the bed, placing himself between your legs with his cock resting on your pelvis.
“You ready for me?”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
He spreads your legs to give himself better access. He slaps his cock against your clit, making you giggle. Slowly, he pushes inside, both of you moaning from the sensation.
“Oh fuck baby, so damn tight.” He goes further inside, inch by agonizing inch, you grip him like a vice making his hips jolt slightly.
At your request he starts thrusting slowly, getting you used it. The stretch was delicious, him completely filling your insides leaving absolutely no room. You moan, your hands going up to grab his arms for support.
“God, who knew you’d be such a slut for my cock, huh? He leans down and kisses you again, slipping his tongue inside. Your hand goes up to his hair, pulling him closer to you. He adjust himself, propping one of your legs on his waist, giving himself a new angle to work with. His hips piston into you, hitting your g-spot with every brush of his tip, making you see stars.
“Joe—oh my god, right there!” You moan loudly, unable to control yourself any longer.
“Oh yeah, you like that baby?” he pulls all the way out just to slam back in, making you cry out. “This big cock stuffing your wet little cunt?”
“Yeah! Oh please don’t stop Joe!”
He pounds into you with a punishing rhythm, coaxing moans out of you rapidly. He grips your hips, so hard that you were sure there would be bruises left there. He leans back up to suck hickeys onto your neck, biting and smoothing the sensitive skin there with his tongue.
No matter if he would have you for one night only he was going to make sure you never forgot how he made you feel.
“Just wanna make you feel good—fuck.” He moans, slowing down to flip you over face down, ass up. He slams back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Joe! Oh God!” You’ can’t even think straight, he made you feel so good, to the point where you were sure you’d forget your own name.
“That’s my good slut, keep moaning for me—wanna hear what I’m doing to you.”
He reached down to rub your clit, making you writhe beneath him, your legs starting to shake uncontrollably. “Joe—ah—I—can’t take—shit!”
“Aw poor baby, is it too big for you? Do you want me to stop?”
You couldn’t answer, not with his cock destroying your insides and rubbing your clit, the dual sensation was going to rip you over the edge. All you could do was whimper into the sheets like the pathetic mess you’d became because of him.
He grabs your arms, pulling you up and crossed them behind your back, his big hand easily covering your wrists. Your back arches as he hits a spot you didn’t even know remotely existed.
“Oh fuck, I’m getting close doll—you gonna come with me?”
You nod, still unable to speak, your brain had basically shut off and all you could do was feel.
“I fucked you stupid, huh? Can’t even speak.”
You felt it, that same familiar heat was creeping up on you again, this time even stronger than was it was before. You look back at him with pleading eyes, tears prickling in the corner of your eyes from the intensity of his thrusts.
You tighten around him, a sign you were going to cum.
“Yeah baby that’s it, cum on my cock!”
At his words you let go, your orgasm hitting you in long waves of pleasure that left you shaking. Joe follows not long after, his sloppy thrust ceasing as hot spurts of cum fill your pussy, leaking down onto the sheets.
He slowly pulls out, before flipping you back over to eat you out again. Your mewl, your thighs shaking from overstimulation. He was truly devoted to making you feel good.
“Joe! I—can’t take any more, please!” It didn’t even take but seconds for you to cum again, your back bowing off the bed as you squirt all over his face. Your chest heaves as you go fully limp on the bed.
Joe climbs back onto the bed besides you, gently stroking your hair. “Was that too much for you?”
You shake your head sleepily, resting your head on a pillow. “It was really good,” you yawn, brushing hair out of your face. “Can I stay the night?”
“Of course you can, figured I should after I wore you out.” He gets up, still gloriously naked heading back into the bathroom. You glance at the clock on his nightstand, 12:13 AM. You settle back against the sheets, then Joe comes out with a few damp rags. He sits back in front of you, spreading your legs gently and cleaning you up. You wince from the contact and Joe’s eyes soften when he sees it.
“I’m sorry angel, I know you’re still sensitive.”
Joe finishes up and cleans himself off with another rag. He grabs some clothes from his dresser for you to wear and also clothes for himself. He comes back to the bed, setting the clothes down besides you.
You sit up, allowing him to slide his oversized shirts onto your petite body, then he slides one of his boxer briefs (thankfully brand new as you saw him take it out of a wrapped box) on you, bunching it up so it rested comfortably on your hips.
He pulls his own clothes on, a simple black tee and gray shorts before discarding the other clothes and putting them away.
He climbs in besides you, pulling the covers over the two of you, turning the light out.
“Joe, can we talk about this tomorrow so you don’t get things complicated?” You murmur while rustling against the sheets.
You press a chaste kiss against his cheek, before settling back against the pillows.
And even though you weren’t looking for love, you found yourself exactly where you wanted to be, in the arms of someone who cares. The only thing you’ve ever wanted.
