Hayley

Panting, lying on the mattress with no bedframe in the middle of your new bedroom, Joel asks, “The hell is this?”

He just spent the last three hours, hopped up on Viagra, fucking you in all the rooms in your house, finishing here in your bedroom, and you’ve slipped something cool and metal into his sweaty palm.

Joel holds the item up in front of his face and bites back a smirk.

You’ve given him a goddamn spare key to your new house.

Oh, somebody likes him…

“Tell me, darlin’, would this happen to be the key to the shed you got in your backyard?” Joel asks, turning on his side to look at you, your breasts still heaving as you regain your composure.

You just roll your eyes and fix your gaze on the fast-moving ceiling fan above you.

Joel smiles and inches his face closer to yours.

“Or maybe it’s the spare key to your car? Hm? Am I gettin’ warmer?” he whispers in your ear.

You can feel his breath on your skin, but still you study the movement of the ceiling fan rather than entertain Joel.

“No? Hm, well… Maybe–and this is a wild guess–this key is the spare to this very house? Your new home?”

You roll your eyes and look down at the key in his hand. “I’ll take it back if you’re gonna be a—”

Joel immediately lies back and holds his hands up in mock surrender. 

“Nope. I get it. This was a sweet thing for you to do. Even I know when to quit,” he says. 

But does he?

A week later, you’re in the middle of unclogging your rain gutter. You looked it up; it was supposed to be easy, and it probably is, but it’s so fucking stuck, and you’re pulling so hard.

“Need some help?” asks a voice you don’t recognize.

You brush your hands off on your shorts and look up at a tall, slender man. Probably in his mid-thirties.

“Sorry?”

The man gestures toward the rain gutter. “Is it clogged?”

“Oh. Yeah, I’m struggling with it. I just moved in last week, and the forecast is calling for rain this weekend, so I’m trying to get it together, y’know?” you say, chuckling.

“Well, I’m Nick, three doors down on your right. House with the blue shutters. Anyway, I had the same problem when I moved in. If you’d like some help, I’d be happy to.”

You introduce yourself to Nick and accept his help, which takes the form of directing his leaf blower into the top of it, which does the trick.

You’re in the middle of thanking him when big hands wrap around your waist.

“Howdy, buddy.”

Nick looks up from demonstrating something related to the drain and makes eye contact with Joel.

“Uh, hi,” Nick says, clearly caught off guard, smiling nervously.

Joel extends his right hand out to Nick, but keeps the left one tight on your waist.

“I’m Joel. Gotta say, I find it mighty kind that you offered this sweetheart some big, manly help.”

“Nice to meet you, Joel. I’m Nick,” he says brightly, not quite catching Joel’s meaning as he shakes the man’s hand.

“Uh, I was just helping your lady with the drain pipe, just being neighborly.”

“Joel’s just my friend,” you correct, all too quickly for Joel’s liking.

Behind you, Joel shakes his head and smirks, as if to say to Nick, “Don’t believe this chick; I was balls deep in her just yesterday.”

“Uh, well, either way…” Nick says awkwardly, getting the feeling Joel would like some alone time with you, regardless of the true nature of your relationship. “We actually have a neighborhood get-together every other month. I’m hosting next Saturday at 4:00. You should come. Both of you.”

You smile kindly at Nick and step to the side, forcing Joel to let go of your waist. “I think that sounds great. But I think next weekend is when you have that work trip, isn’t it?” you say, looking from Nick to Joel, hoping to God that once again Joel will “know when to quit.”

Joel puts his hands on his hips and smiles, but you think it might be somewhat forced. 

“Well, I’m not sure, but just for you, I’ll check my schedule,” he says. Then he looks at Nick. “Thanks for the invite.”

Nick nods and mumbles a soft goodbye, then picks up his leafblower and heads home.

Without another word, you walk straight into your house, locking the door behind you.

You hear the door rattle, then you hear the key turn in the lock.

Fuck. You’re really regretting that now.

“What?” Joel bellows from the entryway, the sound carrying over to the living room where you sit on the couch. “ You embarrassed by me? That it? Don’t want your new fancy, suburban neighbors to know who you’re in bed with? Hm? Or is it that you got big ole heart eyes for Nick now? You move outta the trailer park and trade me in for a newer model?”

You scoff. Is he really being serious? He’s insecure? Joel Miller? The guy who smokes in his boxers on his front porch?

“God, you’re unbelievable,” you groan, leaning forward until your head touches your thighs.

“Well, ya ain’t denyin’ it,” he grumbles. “All I ask is that you’re straight up with me.”

“Okay, straight up? You’re acting like an insecure jerk!” you bite back, your head shooting up to get a good look at him.

That, paired with your angry expression, shuts Joel up for a second. He’s not the most in tune with his emotions, but then he didn’t think you were either. Maybe he did feel a pit settle in his stomach when he pulled into your driveway and saw you laughing at another (much younger) man’s joke. This man, who lives in a nice neighborhood instead of a trailer park and wears polo shirts instead of t-shirts and plaid, is probably a more appropriate choice for you now that you’re moving up in the world.

Aside from that, why is the prince unclogging your rain gutter and not Joel? Joel, who is admittedly rough around the edges, foul-mouthed, but incredibly capable of doing all kinds of arduous labor. Why not just ask Joel to do the simple task of unclogging your rain gutter?

“You fucking–”

You raise your eyebrows in response. “What, Joel? You never have a problem talking. What cat’s got your tongue?”

Joel narrows his eyes and picks up the throw pillow at the end of the couch, and throws it at your lap.

“That one!”

Your brows crinkle in irritation as he throws a fucking pillow at your crotch. You grab it and throw it back at him, hitting him in his soft gut.

“Fuck you!” you whisper-shout, now standing at your full height.

“My fucking pleasure,” he growls, pulling you to him by looping a finger in the elastic of your cotton shorts.

Joel tugs your bottoms and panties down, then shoves your thighs backward, causing you to lie back on the couch again.

He doesn’t waste any time; he starts licking at your pussy, but harder than he ever has before. It almost feels scratchy, like an animal’s tongue, but you’re too angry to say anything. You just lie back, your head resting on the arm of your couch, and let Joel work his frustrations out on your cunt. If nothing else, you know you’re at least getting an orgasm out of this.

Usually, Joel blubbers on and on with his lips moving sloppily against your pussy while he eats you out, but you don’t hear a peep from him besides his heavy breathing.

Obviously, he’s genuinely upset about something, but he’s a grown man of 47 years of age. If he wants to have a mature conversation with you, he can, but you won’t force anything out of him.

Even angry, the man can eat the fuck out of your pussy, alternating the length of his licks, the shapes he draws on your clit with his tongue. He squeezes your thighs around his head and practically breathes you in.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you whine.

Joel sucks your clit in between his teeth, and just before that coil in your lower belly has the chance to snap, he pulls away, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you shriek as Joel stands back up.

“No,” he says, a bit of a bite in his tone. “I ain’t fuckin’ kiddin’. You have fun at your neighborhood block party.”

Joel storms out of your house, leaving you with your shorts around your ankle, and you don’t hear from him for a week and a half.

//

You end up going to the get-together that Nick mentioned, hoping to make a good impression on your neighbors. They all seem to be nice people, if a bit boring. Just a bunch of polo and khaki-wearing PTA presidents. Not really your kind of people, but there isn’t anything wrong with socializing with them.

Nick asks you where Joel is, and you tell him that he did end up having a work trip, which puts too bright a glint in the man’s eye for your liking.

You’re one of the first to leave, and when you get home, you sit on your couch with a rom-com on the TV with a half-finished pint of ice cream in your hands.

What you need right now is to get fucked, what you want is Joel, but you don’t want to let him think he can get away with taking his insecurity out on your pussy and leave without speaking to you for over a week.

So you press the call button on his contact and wait for him to pick up.

“Does somebody miss me?” His voice is smug, and he’s obviously fucking pleased you were the first to break.

“Joel.” You feign worry as you speak. “Fuck, my bathroom sink won’t turn off. I don’t know what happened. It’s gonna flood the whole damn house, and I just spent a lot of money moving in here; I don’t really have the funds for a plumber or–”

“I’m on my way,” he says, the smugness in his voice immediately gone before he hangs up.

Perfect.

As you wait for Joel to arrive, you head to your bedroom after turning off the television and putting away the ice cream, where you light a candle to set the mood. You remove your clothes and freshen up in the bathroom before checking your drawer to make sure the item you need is there.

Shortly after, you hear the rumble of Joel’s truck approaching your driveway, the slam of the driver’s side door, and then the turn of the key in your front door.

“Baby?” he calls out.

He thought he’d hear running water, maybe a few frustrated shouts from you if your sink is on the brink of flooding your house.

When he turns the corner to your bedroom attached to your bathroom, he stops dead in his tracks.

You’re naked, posed on the bed like you’ve been lying in wait to seduce him.

“Oh… I take it someone got lonely?” he teases as he approaches your bed. “Somebody miss their daddy?”

You don’t say anything; you just smile softly and watch his hand wrap around your ankle and pull you toward him.

Joel smirks down at you and leans forward, balancing on his hands. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, which you reciprocate, but otherwise you stay still.

He keeps kissing you and lets his hands roam your body like he’s trying to memorize it.

After a few moments, you bury your hand in his hair and tug gently so you can look him in the eye, then whisper in his ear, “I wanna ride you.”

A smile creeps up Joel’s lips, and he stands up straight, unbuttoning his cotton button-down.

You arrange the pillows in a comfortable setup for him while he shucks off his jeans and kicks off his shoes.

Once he’s comfortable, sitting up against the headboard, you throw a leg over his lap and start grinding your cunt over his erection.

“I think you missed me, Joel,” you whisper. 

He huffs and raises an eyebrow, but for once in his goddamn life, he lets you do the talking. 

“I think you felt real stupid leaving my house last time. I bet you thought about this pussy,” you continue, grinding against his shaft a little harder as you say “pussy.”

You take his hands and cover your breasts with them, and he instinctively squeezes. 

“Bet you missed these, too,” you purr.

He only moans in response and rubs his thumbs over your nipples.

Then you take his hands by the wrists and hold them up.

“I want you to close your eyes for me,” you say.

“...Why?” he asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“‘Cause it’ll be fun,” you sigh, trying not to get annoyed.

Joel rolls his eyes, then shuts them with a huff. 

“For you, maybe,” he grumbles under his breath.

You take hold of both his wrists with one hand and, slowly and as quietly as possible, reach into your bedside table’s drawer. You pull the item out as quietly as possible and push Joel’s joined wrists to rest against the headboard.

Joel shivers when he feels the metal of your headboard’s spindles brush against his skin, and then he hears a clicking sound, and he blinks his eyes open.

He tries to pull his hands away, but he can't. He’s stuck. 

You fucking bitch.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he demands.

You shrug and reach back into your drawer for a condom.

“I’m not the woman you ghost for a week because you got insecure,” you say as you rip the condom wrapper open. “That’s a start.”

Joel rolls his eyes and pulls on the cuffs again, but it’s no use.

Even in your anger, neither of you is a monster, so you ask, “Is this okay?”

He glares at you, but still nods, mumbling, “Yeah, do your thing.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling, then roll the condom on Joel’s cock and pump your hand over the length of it a few times.

Once he’s whining and practically huffing like a bull out of the sheer effort it’s taking him to not run his fucking mouth, you line him up and sink down on him.

Joel swallows his groans and keeps his lips pursed into a tight line while you moan at the stretch of him, throwing your head back and exposing the column of your throat to him in a way that looks all too enticing. 

“Listen,” you begin, placing your hands on his chest to balance while you slowly begin raising your hips before lowering them back down again. “The fact that you thought even for a second that I’m the kinda woman who falls for guys in polos is insulting in and of itself. Got it? The mere thought, Joel.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you reach out and pinch his nipple, which finally pulls a curse from his mouth.

“Oh, Jesus, fuck! Fuck, I got it! Goddammit!” he growls.

You beam down at him and lean forward to kiss the nipple you pinched, soothing his skin with your soft lips, then you look up again.

“Good. Know what else I gotta get through that thick skull of yours?”

It’s a rhetorical question, Joel knows it, so he just keeps glaring at you while you bounce up and down on his cock.

“I am not the kind of woman who receives ruined orgasms,” you state with all the poise of a politician. “Do you understand, Joel?”

He huffs through his nose, but this time, he nods. “I understand.”

You smile at his compliance and lean down again to kiss his collarbone and neck, growing more and more pleased with yourself with each breathy sound Joel lets out.

“Good boy,” you murmur against his skin.

You’re surprised to hear him fucking whimper in response, prompting you to look straight at him.

“You liked that,” you whisper teasingly. 

Joel just pants in response. You’ve been slowly fucking yourself on his cock for about six minutes now, and he hasn’t had an orgasm in ten days, with the exception of masturbating to old nude photos you sent him yesterday because he got restless. 

“Joel,” you croon, tilting your head to the side. “Admit it.”

His chest is rising and falling rapidly now, clearly struggling to keep it together. 

“Fuck,” he pants. “Shit, I-I liked it,” he whispers.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, baby boy,” you say, furrowing your brow like you really don’t know what he said.

He rolls his eyes and pulls on the cuffs again like a petulant child. 

“Fuck me, I liked you callin’ me a good boy,” he whines.

You smile and clench your pussy around him, which pulls a throaty moan from him. 

“Who’s your daddy now?” you murmur, holding back a laugh at how silly the words feel coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck, honey, please just fuck me, so I can come, please,” he begs pathetically. 

“Not yet.”

“Please.”

“No!” you groan. “You come when I say you can.”

Joel whines and tugs on the cuffs again. 

“At least let me touch you,” he begs. “Please, I gotta feel that sweet body, baby, I missed it!”

You can’t deny that you’ve always loved his hands on you–his calloused palms coming down on your ass, the rough pads of his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, his fingers tugging on your hair, his arms around your body–it’s all amazing.

After too long a moment of deliberation, in Joel’s opinion, you unlock one of the cuffs, his left one.

“Just the one,” you say sternly.

Normally, Joel would argue, but he can tell you need whatever tonight is, so he keeps his mouth shut and immediately brings his left hand down on your ass.

You let out a clipped shout of pleasure, then immediately grind your teeth together.

“Little fucker,” you mutter under your breath.

Joel smirks for the first time since he walked in here and spanks you again, pulling a blissful moan from your lips. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who cuffed me to your bed and is lettin’ me spank you.”

“Mm!” You catch his wrist before he delivers a third spank. “You’re just pissed; you’re not even spanking me for either of our pleasure, asshole!”

That stops Joel, his wrist going limp in your hand.

“I wanna be good enough for you,” he says, like it’s some scary admission, and it honestly is.

Your gaze softens, and he continues.

“You were right. I was insecure when I saw you talkin’ to Mr. Polo Shirt. Ain’t proud of it. Just…couldn’t stop thinkin’ about the key…” Joel glances over at his jeans on the floor, the key in the back pocket. “I wanna be worthy of that key,” he whispers, his free hand dropping from your hand and reaching up to gently caress your cheek.

You huff out a sigh and lean your head back, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning clockwise.

“Wouldn’t have given the key to you if I thought you were unworthy, in any way. I’m not an idiot,” you murmur, looking back down at him again. “I don’t wanna fuck the guy who wears polos; I wanna fuck the guy who wears too much plaid and never knows when to shut his fucking mouth. I want old and comfortable and familiar, not new and shiny and boring. So, if you can get over yourself, I’ll reward you by uncuffing your other hand.”

Joel mulls everything you’ve said over for a moment. It’s reassuring to hear that no one else trips your trigger the way he does. It makes him feel a sense of hope for himself that he hasn’t felt in a while.

“I can get over myself, but I don’t want a reward,” he says, his voice low and gravely.

You smirk and put his left hand on your breast. “Yeah? This enough for you?”

He shrugs and rolls your nipple between his fingers. “Absolutely not, but I ain’t ever been the one cuffed before… It’s interestin’.”

That makes you giggle and pull your bottom lip in between your teeth before finally resuming your bouncing on his cock.

“I think I’ll have fully forgiven you by the time I come,” you say, the tension in the air finally seeming to dissipate.

Joel chuckles softly and continues working on your nipple, pulling more and more breathy whines from your throat. “That right, darlin’?”

You nod and grind on him just a little bit harder. “Uh-huh!”

He smiles and leans forward to kiss you, and you bury both hands in his hair, gently tugging, earning appreciative groans from Joel.

Joel’s cock twitches inside of you, but he holds himself back, which results in some strained breathing on his part.

“You can come, baby,” you coo against his lips. “Been such a good boy since I put you in your place. Go ahead, honey.”

To your surprise, he whines against you and bucks his hips up into you. “Yeah, Daddy?”

That shocks you to your absolute core. While you do manage to keep rolling your hips into his, your mind goes blank. One thing is for sure, though: you liked it.

“Yeah, baby, you come for me,” you whisper.

And he does, and the noises and the feel of him and his fingernail brushing against your nipple all send you over the edge with him.

Once you get your breathing steady, you uncuff his right hand and kiss his wrist, then rub it to make sure the blood keeps flowing. 

“You okay?” you whisper.

He nods and cradles your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry I was an insecure ass,” he mumbles before kissing you. 

You shrug. “Didn’t mind reminding you of your situation.”

Joel smirks and leans back against the pillows, his hands rubbing up and down the tops of your thighs.

“Didn’t mind either, darlin’. Not one little bit,” he says, voice content and with a smirk on your face that tells you he won’t be feeling insecure for at least six months. “You forgive me?”

You let out a breathy laugh. “Fully.”

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Now you are in your bedroom, preparing the game while Reed sits on the edge of the bed with a smirk on his face. His usual formal clothes are discarded. His shirt is folded neatly on one of the chairs alongside with his pants, leaving him only in his undershirt and briefs.

“Are you sure that you want to play this game?” he asks, looking down at you as you kneel in front of him and try to smooth out the play mat.

You glance up at him before moving to the other corner. “I’m not, but it’s already ready.”

You stand up when you don’t see any more wrinkles on the mat, and you watch him, pointing one finger in his direction. “No dirty moves. If I notice you stretch any part of yourself then I’ll automatically win.”

“That’s not fair,” he says, and you roll your eyes.

“What’s not fair is that you have he ability to stretch to impossible levels,” you answer. You lean down to pick up the little wheel, holding it out in his direction. “You start.”

He takes the wheel from you, spinning it with a confident flick. You both watch how the little arrow moves before it comes to a stop. “Left hand on blue,” you call out.

He walks over to the mat, leaning down to place his left hand on one of the blue circles. “Alright, your turn,” he calls out as he looks up at you.

You place the spinner to a reachable distance from the mat, spinning it once. The arrow lands smoothly, and your already moving to take your position next to Reed. “Right leg on blue.”

“You know, I already hate this,” he says, and you just let out a soft laugh at the look on his face.

You don’t even remember how many rounds you go through without any struggle. At least not physical struggle.

You are currently in a bridge position, your right leg extended to reach one of the red circles. Reed is just above you, hands placed carefully in each circle beside your head, and the sudden proximity of him makes your head dizzy.

“This game should be illegal,” he tells you with a huff, and you feel your body melt under his voice.

“This is a good game. Just maybe not for us.”

“Definitely not for us,” he agrees. A smirk appears on his face, and he suddenly leans down and starts to pepper your neck with feather-light kisses. Your whole body shudders at the contact, and you have to focus hard to not just collapse under him.

You try to pull away. “Reed, I said no dirty moves.”

“Yeah, but you only told that I can’t stretch. You didn’t say that I can’t try to distract you.”

He continues his kisses down to that little place where your shoulder meets your neck, and your whole body shudders before your arms give out and you fall to the mat.

He looks down at you with a triumphant smile on his face, and you roll your eyes as you try to get out from under him. But his hands catch your hips before you can move, pinning you in place. You swallow hard as leans down to you, and you let your hands come up and rest on his chest.

“I think I know a game that’s just for us,” he whispers next to your ear, letting his mouth fall to that sensitive little spot just behind it. “I’ve been wanting to do an experiment for a long time now anyway. Maybe we can try it now.”

“I’m not your guinea pig, Reed,” you say, panting heavily as he moves his head, and his mouth is inches away from yours now.

“No, you’re not,” he agrees with a nod, and lets his lips touch yours. “But we’ll see if you’ll say the same things when you’ll be moaning my name over and over again.” His lips crash over yours and you let out a soft yelp when he suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed.

You spend the whole night experimenting together. Fingers tangled in his hair, nails running down his back, holding onto him like there is no tomorrow, allowing him to try out new moves and positions.

And God, how glad you are that you picked Twister out off all the other games on the shelves.

Well, 'heavy load' is an understatement... It's more like they threw a few car on me, topping that with a few elephants and expecting me to walk around the world with that on my shoulders. But I'm trying I guess! 😕

I can see why I was pulled in both directions. Pretty accurate right now✌

Give Me Another

"Joel... c'mon," you whined, fingers tugging the strands of his hair where his head was between your legs.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he began to work his tongue against your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Today was the first day in weeks that you and Joel were able to just relax and spend time together. The community had been busier than normal with the new improvements Tommy and Maria wanted put into the community, so because of being Tommy’s brother, Joel had been pulled in every direction.

"You taste so good," he murmured against you. "Like damn heaven between these legs." Your hips began to rock against his face, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything.

One of his hands released your thigh, and you felt his fingers probing at your entrance while his other hand slid up to your lower stomach, pressing down firmly to hold you still. “Easy, darlin’,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

“You’re gonna take what I give you. No more, no less.” Two of his thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open. Joel’s mouth never left your clit — sucking, licking, flicking — while his fingers curled deep inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made your vision spark white and your back arch. He ate you like a man starved for his favorite meal, and to Joel, having you like this was one of his favorite things.

His beard scratched deliciously against your inner thighs, his tongue broad and flat one moment before turning pointed and relentlessly dragging through your folds.He groaned into you, hips grinding slowly against the mattress. “Fuck… Joel,” you whined, thighs starting to shake around his head.

Your hips tried to grind closer to his mouth, but the hand on your stomach kept you pinned in place. “That’s it, darlin’,” he rasped against your core, his breath warm against your heated skin. “Squeezin’ my fingers so good. Greedy lil’ pussy. Give it to me, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs clamping around his head and fingers curling tight in his hair, pulling a deep groan from Joel. His tongue continued its relentless pace on your clit, drawing out your pleasure until you were twitching and whimpering from the overstimulation.

When you finally sagged back into the mattress, breaths heavy, Joel pulled back. His mouth and beard glistened with your slick. “Good girl,” he praised, kissing a wet trail from your core, up your stomach, before settling between your breasts. He slid a hand up your side and cupped the underside of one breast as his mouth covered the nipple.

He sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak while his fingers teased the other. You were still trembling from the aftershocks when he finally lifted his head. “Turn over, baby. On your hands and knees for me. Ass up.”

His voice was low and rough with desire he couldn’t hide. You obeyed on shaky limbs, settling into position as he knelt behind you. Joel ran his large hands over the curve of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively before spreading you open. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “Just drippin’ for me.”

He leaned over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out the familiar vibrator. The low hum filled the room as he turned it on. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this since that night,” he said, voice dark. “You fuckin’ yourself with it, moanin’ my name, wishin’ it was me.”

You hummed softly in response as he slid the vibrating head from your folds up to your clit, applying light pressure that drew a needy whine from your lips. “Joel—” you started, but he cut you off.“Shhh, I got you, darlin’.” He leaned over your back, his broad, warm chest pressing against you, and kissed your shoulder.

“Gonna make you come so many times you forget your own name.” The fat, swollen head of his cock nudged at your entrance. Joel was big — thick, heavy, veined, with that slight upward curve that always hit everything just right. He rubbed it up and down your slit, coating every inch in your slick until it glistened. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, then slowly pushed inside.

The wide head popped past your entrance with a wet sound, followed by the heavy, veined shaft that stretched you open. You moaned loudly into the mattress as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit.

“Fuuuck,” Joel groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. “So tight. This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me right in.” He stayed buried deep for a moment before he began thrusting — long, deep strokes that dragged his thick cock along every sensitive spot inside you.

The vibrator stayed pressed firmly to your clit on the lowest setting, the constant buzzing mixing with the wet slap of his hips against your ass.“That’s it… take my cock,” he muttered, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other held the vibrator steady.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, burying your face into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets tightly. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock,” he coaxed, voice rough but sweet. “Let me feel this pussy squeeze me. That’s a good girl… give it to me.”

Your second orgasm hit hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure tore through your overstimulated body. Joel fucked you through it without slowing, groaning at the way your cunt milked him. “Good girl… such a good fuckin’ girl. Keep comin’. Don’t you stop.” He clicked the vibrator higher. The sudden increase in intensity made you cry out, your hips instinctively trying to pull away, but Joel’s strong hands held you firmly in place.

“No runnin’, darlin’. You’re gonna take it all.”

He starts thrusting into you harder, deep, punishing strokes that make your ass ripple with every impact. His heavy balls slap rhythmically against your clit, adding to the overwhelming sensations of his thick cock stretching you and the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against your swollen nub.

“Joel… fuck—” you moan brokenly, cheek pressed into the pillow, fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure is bordering on too much, your body still twitching from the previous orgasms, but he doesn’t let up.

“I know, baby,” he groans, voice low and rough against your ear as he leans over you, his broad chest covering your back. One of his big hands slides under you to press down on your lower stomach, making you feel every thick inch of him even more. “I know it’s a lot. But you’re doin’ so good for me. This pretty pussy is takin’ me so well.”

He clicks the vibrator up another setting. The stronger vibrations rip a sharp cry from your throat as your hips jerk. Joel’s other hand grips your hip tighter, holding you exactly where he wants you while he fucks you with long, powerful strokes. “C’mon darlin’, I know you got it in you.”

“Fuck… ‘s too much,” you protest weakly, even as your walls flutter and clench greedily around his cock.

“You can take it,” he growls against your neck, hips snapping harder. His thick, veined cock drags along your walls with every thrust, the slight upward curve hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Give me another, baby. Let me feel you come again.”

The overstimulation is intense now — every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as another orgasm builds fast and merciless. Your thighs shake violently, and your pussy keeps fluttering around his girth. “That’s it,” Joel praises, voice rough but sweet.

“Feel my cock stretchin’ you open? Feel how full you are? This greedy little cunt is suckin’ me so deep, darlin’. You were made for this.” He keeps talking you through it, his breath hot against your skin. “Let go for me. Come on my cock while this vibrator’s buzzin’ on your swollen clit. I wanna feel you soak me again.”

The combination is too much. You come hard with a broken scream, your entire body seizing as your walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice. Joel groans loudly, fucking you through every wave, never slowing his pace. “Good girl… fuck, that’s my good girl,” he rasps, voice strained with pleasure.

“Keep squeezin’ me just like that. So fuckin’ tight.”He doesn’t pull the vibrator away. Instead, he presses it harder against your pulsing clit, forcing you to ride out the overstimulation as he keeps pounding into you. Your moans turn into desperate whimpers, body trembling uncontrollably beneath him.

“One more, baby,” he coaxes, kissing your shoulder, then biting down gently. Joel holds you up with strong hands, fucking you through it with deep, steady thrusts until your release gushes around his cock.

Only then does he finally pull the vibrator away and toss it aside. He wraps both arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest as he chases his own release with shorter, harder thrusts. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’,” he groans into your neck, voice wrecked. “Gonna pump this sweet pussy full. You ready?”

You manage a weak, broken “yes” - all you can muster before he buries himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural moan. His thick cock pulses hard inside you as he comes, flooding your pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays inside you, his cock twitching as he empties himself completely.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your ragged breathing and his low groans. Joel stays buried inside you, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck while his hands gently stroke your trembling body.

“You okay, darlin’?” He finally asks, breaths uneven as he remains draped over your back.

You slowly nod and after he presses a few more kisses along your neck and shoulder before slowly pulling out. He helps you shift onto your back, brushing stray strands of hair back before making his way to the bathroom. A moment passes where the room settles in quiet before Joel walks back to the bedroom, a small clean towel in his hand.

He returns to your side, bringing the towel between your thighs. You wince slightly - sensitive at the contact. “You did so good for me, baby,” he murmurs the praise, pressing a kiss against your temple, before pressing one to your lips. “My perfect girl. Took everything I gave you like you were made for it.”

You smile against his lips before letting out a soft, relaxed breath as he gently wipes your inner thighs before setting the towel aside. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest.

You wrap an arm around his waist, head resting on his chest just under his chin. The two of you are silent for a while, his hand gently rubbing along your arm before moving to your hair. “I hate when I’m too busy for nights like this with you.”

“I know,” you mumble, tilting your head up in his direction. “But it makes it worth it.”

He turns his head in your direction, nodding his head once he presses his lips against the top of your head, “Sure does,” he mutters, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you, tucking it around you to make sure you’re warm.

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Chapter List:

Chapter One: Between Then and Now

Chapter Two: First Impressions

Chapter Three: The First Hint of Warmth

Chapter Four: The Missing Shape of Him

Chapter Five: Reasons to Keep Going

Chapter Six: The Weight of Blame

Chapter Seven: On Borrowed Time

Chapter Eight: ?

Chapter Nine: ?

Chapter Ten: ?

Chapter Eleven: ?

Chapter Twelve: ?

Chapter Thirteen: ?

Chapter Fourteen: ?

Chapter Fifteen: ?

Overall content warnings: Canon violence, swearing, cold Joel, mentions of death, grief, single mother, description of death, angst, eventual smut, slow-burn, longer chapters → ( content so far)

Note: Each chapter will have its own content warnings.

Javier lays you down with surprising gentleness, fingers curling in the sheets under you. The rough denim of his jeans presses against your clothed sex, pulling a gasp from your lips when you feel how hard he is already.

“God,” a harsh exhale leaves him when his lips part from yours, “you drive me crazy.”

His lips trail down your neck, setting your skin ablaze everywhere they touch. You tip your head back, giving him more access to the sensitive skin.

The familiar ache between your thighs builds quickly, heat pooling low in your belly at his ministrations and his earlier words. You know you should be afraid of how much trust you’re putting into him, but your mind is too lost in the fire burning bright between the two of you.

He mouths at your skin, slipping his hands underneath your (his) shirt. His touch sets your skin ablaze, making your body heat up from the inside out. 

“Javi,” his name leaves your mouth in a desperate whimper, needing any kind of relief to the pressure building in your body.

He hums against your neck, tracing the column of your throat with the curve of his nose. His lips meet yours again, stealing the air from your lungs as his tongue dances with yours in a bruising kiss. 

Javier stands just long enough to remove his jeans again, his cock already hard and aching again. Then he’s back on you, pulling you onto his lap and leaning back against the headboard.

You card your fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck as you kiss him, both of you breathing in deeply. Your nose bumps his, the kiss messy and full of heat.

With one hand, he unbuttons your shirt, his other hand steady on your lower back, pressing you flush against his chest.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks against your lips, palming your breast once the shirt is open.

You furrow your brows at that, not quite sure about what he means. “With you touching me? Yeah.”

A breathy chuckle escapes him, you pulling back to meet his eyes. You rest your hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing them ever so slightly. His eyes are dark and half-lidded, desire written all over his face as he gazes at you.

“I mean are you okay with doing this without protection?” he restates, your mind flashing back to last night.

“We already did, Javi,” you murmur, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “And it was great.”

He raises an eyebrow, “Just great?”

A scoff escapes you, “You know what I mean.”

Javier chuckles again, moving his hand to squeeze your waist. “Do you trust me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “That’s a pretty loaded question right now.”

In the back of your mind, you know you shouldn’t be so trusting with him after what he did. But your heart says the complete opposite.

If there’s anything that your mother taught you, it’s to go for what you want, when you want it. And right now, that’s Javier.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry again,” he confesses again, looking at you with eyes that would make your knees weak if you were standing. “I need to hear you say it, though: that you trust me to take care of you.”

You’ve been at war with your own mind for far too long. You deserve to have someone who wants to willingly take care of you. Plus, it’s a little difficult to say no to Javier when his eyes go soft, staring at you like a lost puppy. 

Your resolve crumbles quickly, and you melt into him when he guides your hips closer, his hardened cock curving towards his stomach and resting against your inner thigh. 

“I just want you to relax, okay?” he murmurs, not taking his eyes off of you as he moves your panties to the side, lifting your hips a bit.

Your hands stay braced on his shoulders, shivering a bit when he slides the head of his cock through your slick folds, spreading the mess you’ve made of yourself. He presses the tip in slowly, groaning as your warmth envelopes him.

You sink down on his length with the help of his hands on your hips. Since he told you to relax, you’re allowing him to guide you the way he wants, seeing just how well he can take care of you.

He grips your hips a little tighter, the pads of his fingers indenting in your skin. Tentatively, he rolls them back and forth, noting what makes your face twist in pleasure and what doesn’t.

Sure, the two of you have been having sex for a while, but you haven’t truly learned each other's bodies, and that’s what Javier wants. He wants to know your body like the back of his hand, knowing the right amount of pressure to add, knowing what makes you moan the loudest, what gets you the wettest. 

Learning his partners is what Javier thinks his special power is. Though, lately, you’re the only one who can satisfy him and he wants to learn your body. 

He switches to guiding you up and down on his shaft, the coarse hairs on his base brushing your clit. The movements are slow but you press your forehead against his, cupping the nape of his neck with your hands. 

Javier’s lips curve slightly, “You prefer it like this, don’t you?” he coos, making you involuntarily clench around him.

Dirty talk seems to be on the list as well with you, so he plays into it.

The pace picks up, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with shared pants. “Ride me just like that, yeah,” he whispers, “Fuck, you feel so good,” he watches you with half-lidded eyes as your controlled sounds begin to fray.

Low moans leave you now, your fingers tightening in his hair. His words paired with his actions send a fresh wave of heat straight through you, coating his cock. The evidence of your arousal sounds in the room now, spurring Javier on.

“You like when I talk to you, princesa?” he makes a mental note of that, basking in how wet and warm you are.

You breathe out a ‘yes’, tilting your head back when he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck, giving him more access. He nips and sucks at your sensitive skin, his hands traveling further down to grip your ass.

With anyone else, Javier would rarely speak during sex. There’s something so mesmerizing about seeing how much it turns you on, though. The possessive reminder that he’s the only person you’ve been with surges through him again, prompting something lascivious to flare in his chest.

Your brows knit when he angles your hips, searching for the spot that unravels you. “Fuck,” a sharp gasp escapes you, hands gripping his biceps, “right there.”

He smirks faintly, “That’s it,” he purrs, the curve of his dick perfectly stimulating your g-spot with every thrust, making stars burst behind your eyes. “God, you look so pretty like this: taking my cock like you were made for it.”

You whimper, nails digging crescent moon indents into his skin, nearly drawing blood as you near your third orgasm in the last 12 hours. You move under Javier’s guidance, wet skin slapping against each other, paired with your growing moans and his grunts and filthy words.

The closer you get, the less you can understand him. 

And he sees it.

His hands on your hips tighten, guaranteed to leave bruises tomorrow. Right now, you’re not worried about anyone seeing them. If anything, you’ll wear them proudly, showing the world that you have someone who makes you feel so good that your brain turns to pure mush.

“You’re gonna feel me tomorrow,” you think you hear him say before he flips you over, pulling out to make you lay on your stomach.

His cock glistens with your arousal, slick on the back of your thigh as he places a pillow under your hips, pressing his hand between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned down.

He strips you out of what you’re wearing hastily, leaving you naked and wanting. Your cheek is mushed against the sheets, your breath fans over them when Javier slams back into you. This position – you flat on the bed with your hips propped up – has him reaching places you never thought were possible, and you finish quickly.

Your walls flutter rapidly around his length, the tissue clenching while you come. Your vision goes white around the edges, hot pleasure spiking through your body.

Javier fucks you right through it, hissing and gritting his teeth at how tightly your cunt is squeezing him. His hand stays firmly between your shoulder blades, keeping you in place as his hips snap against your ass, rippling the flesh with every rough thrust.

He relishes in the noises you make, all of them unfiltered and for his ears only. Just hearing them has him nearing his peak, but he’s determined to get you off one more time.

You barely process when his entire body weight presses against you, his cock reaching the deepest depths of you. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, your body instinctively trying to escape the immense pleasure, but his body keeps you in place.

His breath fans over your ear, whispering in your ear while he pounds you into the mattress. “Give me one more, pretty girl. I know you can.”

He may know, but you don’t think you can. The overstimulation has your thighs shaking, incoherent babbling slipping past your lips. You’re almost sure that Javier’s about to chuckle at your lack of response before his breath hitches against your ear, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix.

You expect it to hurt, your vision even goes blurry around the edges, tears pricking your eyes. But it’s a pleasant feeling. 

It would probably feel even better if you weren’t so blissed out already.

Every nerve end is set on fire, the heat between the two of you growing into an all-consuming fit of rage. You feed off of each other’s pleasure like a ravenous blaze spreading through a forest, hungry for everything in its path. Skin rubs against skin like friction against dry tinder, his hips losing rhythm as fire pools low in his abdomen.

He groans in your ear, his hands covering yours gripping the sheets to stay connected to you in every possible way. “Need you to come for me again, princesa.”

You whine in response, feeling your body give in to the need to climax one last time. Your muscles spasm under him, an explosion of blinding heat and light taking over. There’s nowhere to hide or go to as you fall over the edge again.

Javier grunts loudly, pulling out just in time to come all over your ass. The tension in his body shatters like a glass in an inferno. Hot, white, thick spurts of his release paint the plush skin, barely able to hold himself up while he finishes. 

He collapses on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling, attempting to get air back into his lungs. Your breathing is slowly steading at his side, your eyes tracing his side profile lazily as you come down from your high(s).

Involuntarily, a smile tugs at your lips. You’re happy that it’s this man that bumped into you at the club. If he hadn’t, you probably wouldn’t be here right now: making your own decisions, taking down your father, having out-of-this-world sex.

He turns to his side, catching your gaze and mimicking your small smile. He presses lazy kisses along your shoulder, wanting to bask in the afterglow with you a little longer, his body still thrumming with satisfaction. 

He looks at you with warm, dark eyes – still hazy from intimacy. Without much thought, he strokes your hair, the action instinctive after such intense passion. 

Meeting you at the bar and driving to this hotel with you was something he was hesitant about. Steve tagged along for extra protection, though Javier told him not to engage unless he felt like it was absolutely necessary.

Javier’s gut told him that you wouldn’t hurt him, but the little voice in his head kept telling him that you would screw him over the same way he did to you. He’s glad he trusted his gut rather than his mind, because now he has you completely.

Perhaps he’s being too greedy, thinking that he can get you out of this without a single scratch. He’d like to think that he can but who knows what your father will do to you if he ever finds out.

Just thinking about it makes him sick to his stomach.

After the two of you settle into a familiar blissful embrace, Javier gets out of bed, padding to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth to clean up the mess the two of you made.

It’s little things that he does that prompt you to think about a possible future with him. But then you remember how you met and who you are. Would he seriously want to have you in his life after all of this? 

Maybe you’d go to Texas with him, go to school there, get your degree. Depending on how this goes, you might even start your mother’s fashion line back up.

And that’s if your father doesn’t bring you down alongside him.

The warmth of the cloth takes you out of your thoughts, Javier cleaning up the mess before he sets the towel aside and scoops you up into his arms. You immediately settle against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your ear.

He gently strokes your hair, lulling you into a state of tranquility. “Descansa (Rest),” he whispers, “Aquí estoy. (I’m here.)”

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