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“Party’s here!!” Snooki’s voice rang out on the television and your dad entered the room with a grimace.

“Dear god, you’re watching this again?” He hadn’t even tried to hide the judgement in his tone.

“Yes, dad,” you were laying on the couch and tilted your head back to look upside down at him, “wasn’t it you who said you wanted me to do whatever I had to in order to enjoy my last day of summer? Well…”

“I just didn’t realize trashy reality TV was gonna be part of it. Could’ve given a guy a warning,” he said sarcastically and turned to leave the room.

“Could I get a snack?” You fluttered your eyelashes at him and put on a cartoonish pout, “Please?”

“You’re verging on elder abuse, now” he quipped as he exited the room.

“Your words, not mine!” You shouted after him, stifling a laugh.

When he re-entered a couple minutes later, he was carrying a salad bowl filled with assorted chips. It was a movie-night staple for the two of you. You’d toss a variety of salty snacks into a bowl (mostly chips, but also consisting of nuts and popcorn sometimes), and voila, you had your own junk food trail mix. The sight of it now made you nostalgic for the Friday nights you had with him throughout high school.

He took a seat at the opposite end of the couch and nestled the bowl between you both. You sat up, making some more room for him, and hungrily stuck your hand into the bowl, fishing out a Dorito.

The afternoon seemed to disappear as you woke up on the couch, groggilly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You heard your dad on the phone.

“This has to go off without a hitch…I know, I know, but you gotta figure it out. I told you this is her last summer here…Who knows what she’s going to be doing or where she’s gonna be next year,” his voice sounded somewhat pained and your heart sank. Did he really think there was a chance you’d stop coming around?

He came back into the room and you pretended as though you had just woken up.

“Hey kiddo,” he smiled softly, “wanna go get ready? Party starts in a couple hours, and Joel’s coming by in a bit to help set up.”

Joel. You’d spent the last couple months in a dance between avoiding him and subtly flirting. He had moved in a couple years ago and he and your dad hit it off immediately. You remember the phone call from your dad when you were at college, telling you about the new neighbor and how he was a contractor. The excitement in your dad’s voice as he reported to you the projects that Joel had offered to help with around the house.

You remembered most of all, though, the feeling in your stomach when you had finally gotten a glimpse of the man. It was a rainy, foggy morning and you were in the kitchen pouring coffee through your half-lidded eyes. Hearing a truck door shut, you peeked through the kitchen blinds to see who was in your driveway.

You saw him from behind first, as he walked around to the back of his truck. His expansive back was what first caught your eye. You immediately took note of the way it pulled across his shoulders, highlighting the muscles underneath. It hung looser around his waist, then trailed down to his denim jeans that seemed to be the perfect fit for his form.

When he turned around to open up the bed of his truck, you had to practically pick your jaw up off the floor, maybe check for drool at the corners of your mouth. The sleeves of his t-shirt rippled around his flexed biceps as he pulled a tool chest from the back. You saw his shirt tighten around his pecks as he picked up the chest and moved it to one hand, using the other to close the tailgate.

So enamored with his fit body, you’d almost forgotten he had a head, too. Your eyes hadn’t had time to move up before his figure had disappeared from your view and there was a knock at the door. Realizing just how much you had objectified him, a brief shock of guilt rang through you, until your dad opened the door and Joel stepped through.

“Hey kiddo, come out here and meet Joel!” Your dad hollered from the entryway.

You heard his gruff voice before you saw him, “Ah, you don’t need to bother her. I’m gonna do my best to stay outta your hair, anyway.”

You rounded the corner to see him standing there, still dripping slightly from the rain outside. His shirt had dark speckles from the heavy drops and you saw some lingering moisture dripping down from his dark, curly hair. He smiled widely at you and you felt as though you were splitting in two - a coconut that someone had separated, coming undone with a pool of your own fluid escaping. His perfect smile was bracketed with dimples that made you want to drop to your knees.

He raised a hand to his stubbled jaw and ran his fingers across, scratching nonchalantly. The fluttering between your legs intensified and you swallowed hard. You’d realized, stupidly, that you hadn’t returned his smile, so you did so quickly.

“Nice to meet you,” was all he said as he stuck his left hand out toward you. Your mouth watered at his long, thick fingers, and became even more salivatory as you noted the lack of a wedding band.

You’d yet to get anything out before your dad saved you. “Excuse her, she’s uh, just waking up. Soaking up as much of her spring break as she can get.” Your dad shot you a “what the fuck is wrong with you” look and you blushed, turning away quickly and hurrying back to the kitchen.

The next few times you saw him were just as awkward, but your courage started to build the more you were around him. You knew that he noticed your staring - it was hard not to. And there had been at least a few occasions when you had glanced around to find him quickly looking away from you as your eyes landed on him. You couldn’t ignore the way your fingers always seemed to find each other when you were handing him a glass or he was handing you his finished dinner plate. You even heard his breath catch once, when you had bent down to pick up your book bag, pretending to not notice him standing right behind you.

These had all been innocent encounters, sure. But you could feel the tension that had been steadily building between the two of you over the past couple years, and you were desperate to know if he felt it too. While your dad had been busy planning a fun night for you, you had fun plans of your own that you intended to execute tonight.

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The party was going great, despite your brain’s preoccupation with getting your sinful needs met. You’d had a good time mingling with your hometown friends that had all generously brought you gifts in the form of alcohol. A couple friends brought shooters and insisted that you all take them together. Given what you had planned for the night, you were comfortable with a buzz but wanted to make sure to not go too crazy.

The most difficult part of the plan seemed to be that your dad and Joel were inseparable. Your dad was manning the grill and Joel was right beside him. Then, Joel went inside to get something, and within a minute your dad was joining him, grabbing another beer. You prayed for one of those chatty, single women who lived on the block to stop by and pull your dad to the side. But the night was creeping in and you knew that it was only a matter of time before guests started to trickle out.

Feeling dejected, you went to grab a slice of cake. You hadn’t even been exactly sure of what this plan was, but just knew that at some point you wanted to pull him to the side. The house was much cooler inside than out and it gave you a chill. You felt your nipples perk to attention in your yellow sundress. The dress fell mid-thigh, appropriate enough to wear around your dad, but suggestive enough to spark some creativity for anyone whose eyes might be lingering.

The cake sat in the center of the dining table, a stack of paper plates beside it. No one else was in the house and the brief respite from the excitement outside was kind of nice. You approached the table and picked up the knife to cut a slice. You paused, admiring the cute cake that your dad had ordered and Joel had picked up. It was a strawberry cake with vanilla frosting, buttercream flowers adorned the edges of the circular cake and in purple icing was written “We’ll Miss You Kiddo!”

You smiled at the sweet gesture and then dug in. The first bite lit up your tastebuds and you were instantly ravenous for more. You stood by the table, back facing the entrance to the room, as you shoveled cake into your face.

“Cake good?” A gravelly voice surprised you from behind and you worked quickly to swallow the large bite of cake in your mouth.

You turned around to see Joel, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he took you in. Before you could respond, he took a couple long strides toward you, and stopped right in front of you. Your chest tightened at the close proximity and your eyes stayed glued to his face, taking in every detail up close now.

He reached toward you, his thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth before he pulled it away. You followed his gaze down toward his thumb and saw a crystallized dab of frosting on the tip of it. As if in slow motion, he went to move his hand toward the bottom of his t-shirt, presumably to wipe away the frosting.

Without more than a single thought, you reached out and took his hand in your own, your fingers curling around the outside of his hand and raising it to your mouth. His lips parted as you opened your mouth, tongue protruding forward, and raised his thumb to your lips, curling them around his thick digit.

In one long, slow suck, you cleaned the frosting from his thumb then released his finger with a pop. Your eyes stayed on his and you saw his pupils grow, eyes darkening to a shade of black you hadn’t seen in him before.

His hand was now back down at his side, but he had yet to move, appearing transfixed by your behavior.

“What are you doing?” His voice was deep and hushed as he spoke.

You decided now was as good a time as any to shoot your shot. “What I’ve been waiting all summer to do.” You were impressed with the feigned confidence that accompanied your voice. Truth be told, you were scared shitless at this moment.

His eyes scanned your face, a beat of silence before he spoke, “And what would that be?”

Say it, say it. You bit your bottom lip out of nervous habit and were surprised when you felt his thumb back at your mouth. He pulled down gently, freeing your lip from the confines of your teeth. You witnessed his tongue dart out and wet his lips briefly at the sight of your reddened and swollen bottom lip.

As his thumb trailed down to your chin, his other fingers just barely resting on your neck, you shared your moment of truth, “For you to fuck me.”

You saw his throat bob as he swallowed at your words. He was staring so intently into your eyes that you felt completely naked, like he was seeing all of you, all at once. Need was slowly building in your core and you wanted so badly for him to take the next step.

Then, suddenly, he dropped his hand and turned around. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he said as he made his way to leave the room.

You hurried behind him, grabbing his forearm in your grasp, your fingers barely able to even wrap around him. “Please, Joel.” You weren’t above begging, though you didn’t realize that until this moment.

He turned around, his brows knitted together in uncertainty as he asked, “What’s gotten into you?”

You’d already made it this far, admitted this much, and you were not going to back down now. “I was hoping…you would…”

Joel scoffed and shook his head, a dismissive action that had you internally cringing in embarrassment, but still not retreating. You didn’t miss that his pupils had already started dilating again - he wasn’t able to keep the darkness at bay, and you relished in it. Took it as a hopeful sign that your desires would come true.

You brazenly reached out toward him, placing your hand on his side. You felt his solid core underneath your palm, felt his muscles tense under your touch. His hand came down on your wrist, yanking it away from him and holding your arm up in between your two bodies, a barrier.

“Do you know what you’re starting?” He leaned in toward you as he spoke. You could practically feel the vibrations of his low-pitched voice reverberate through your body. His grip on your wrist was tight, but not enough to be painful.

You nodded, speechless from the tension that was wrapping around you. Joel seemed to take note and the power began to shift to him. He took it hungrily.

“Where?” He demanded in a voice that was equal parts softness and command.

You looked around the room, as if a secret passageway was going to reveal itself. Joel rolled his eyes and let go of your wrist.

“Didn’t think this through, didya?” He looked out the window then back to you. “Follow me.”

With that, he was exiting the house and making a beeline toward your dad, who was sitting in a lounge chair by the pool out back, sipping a beer that should probably be his last. He looked up as he saw you two approaching and you had to look away from his smile in order to not abandon all plans. You’d process your sins later.

“Hey, what are you two up to?” Your dad asked through slightly slurred speech.

“She was mentioning some projects that might need to get completed at the new house with her roommates, and I figured I’d show her some of my spare tools she could take with her.”

You had to work to not look surprised at just how well he created a cover. You were also feeling slightly flattered, and surprised, that he had remembered you were moving into a new place with your roomies. You’d only mentioned it in passing, mostly talking to your dad, and Joel hadn’t seemed to take note at the time.

“That’s a great idea!” Your dad smiled and waved you off, “see ya later, kiddo.”

That was easy.

You and Joel wasted no time in heading off toward his house. He practically shoved through the front door, and you were right on his heels. As soon as you crossed the threshold, he turned around, shutting the door and pushing you up against it in one swift movement.

One hand settled on your waist as the other positioned itself at the back of your neck, his fingertips pushing up into your hair. You had anticipated the kiss to be passionate, but were still unprepared for how his lips crashed against yours, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he reacted with a sinful groan, sucking your tongue further into his mouth. You felt the wet cotton between your legs and squeezed your thighs together, seeking any friction you could find.

As if he sensed it, Joel’s hand reached down your belly, pressing the cool material of your dress against your skin. Then his hand slid down, lifting up the hem of your dress and slipping his hand between your legs, overtop your panties. He groaned again, and you thought that you would never tire of that sound.

“Oh baby,” he said between the kisses he was now planting on your neck, “needy little thing, aren’t ya?”

You pushed your cunt down onto his hand in response, and he nibbled at your neck before pulling back.

“We’re not doing this here,” he said, taking your hand in his and leading you upstairs.

The sun was mostly set now and there were no lights on in his bedroom, creating a dim landscape that you had difficulty navigating. He had let go of your hand once you reached the top of the stairs and was now rifling in his bedside table. You took a step back and bumped into a table that you hadn’t seen behind you.

You heard something fall onto the ground and you immediately dropped down to your hands and knees to search for it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that,” you heard Joel say from across the room.

You saw the shape of something under the table and picked it up. Turning it in your hand, you saw that it was a carving of a wolf. Standing up to set it back on the table, you saw the wooden shavings and tools scattered across the surface.

“You woodwork?” You hadn’t known that was a hobby of his, and now that you were thinking about it, you realized there wasn’t much you knew about the man. Aside from how deeply attracted to him you were.

Crossing the room back to you, he took the object from your hand and set it further back on the table. He was standing in front of you now, staring down at you, and you saw how his chest was still thumping. His heavy breaths fell down onto your face and you felt your desire reigniting.

“In my spare time,” he answered, clearly practicing self-control with his hands down at his sides.

You looked up at him and swallowed. His gaze fell to your throat and he clenched his fists. “You sure about this?” His eyes darted back and forth between your own as he asked.

You smiled coyly and replied, “I can’t express to you just how sure I am.”

And with that, it was mere seconds before you were laying on your back in his bed, with his forearms on either side of your head, holding his weight up. He was kissing you deeply again, your body sinking into the mattress, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed against you as you did so, and you felt the distinct outline of his hard cock nestled between your legs.

“Fuck,” he murmured into your mouth, “can we take this off, baby?” He palmed the fabric of your dress, clutching it in his hand.

You nodded frantically and in a swift movement he had you sitting up in the bed, dress pulled up and over your body, and then you came crashing back down. His lips only left yours for a second when the yellow fabric had intervened.

His hands hungrily roamed your body and you blossomed at his touch. You were intensely aware of every spot that his hands touched, your skin pricking at the sensation of his calloused hands. The warmth was bordering on overwhelming and you felt sweat growing on your brow.

Finally, his fingers landed where you had been craving them. He stroked your folds through your panties and you couldn’t help but to grind shamelessly against them, your mouth falling open as his thumb grazed your sensitive clit.

Joel moved his hand from you to reach down and adjust himself. You peeked down at his crotch and saw the straining bulge in his pants.

“Wanna take those off?” you motioned with your head toward his pants.

Joel removed his hand from his crotch, placing it on the waistband of your panties, and gave a definitive, “not yet,” before he tore the fabric away from your weeping cunt.

You gasped as the cold air met your wet skin. Biting your lip and closing your eyes, you were almost sick from the anticipation of what was to come.

Joel’s hands moved down your body and you felt his torso slide down your legs. You heard his knees crack as he lowered himself to the floor and pulled your body to the edge of the bed.

You reached down and wove your fingers through his curled locks. “You can just fuck me, yanno?”

Your hands moved back and forth as Joel shook his head and replied, “not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” You melted at his use of the pet name and further melted as you felt his warm tongue lap at your core.

The tip of his tongue poked at your entrance and then licked up to your sensitive bud. Your body involuntarily jerked at the sensation and Joel wrapped his arm under your thigh and up and over your tummy, his warm hand pressed against your stomach as he held you still.

He lapped at your juices greedily. The mixture of his firm hold on you, as well as his generous licking, was already bringing you to your peak. He sucked your clit into his mouth at the same time as he pushed two fingers into your core. You came undone.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you were chanting as your orgasm crested, “fuuuuuuuck,” you moaned louder than you ever had before, you were sure of it.

Joel released your clit from his lips and looked up at you, his facial hair glistening from your spend. His grin was merciless as he slipped his fingers from your dripping pussy. You whimpered from the absence and he stood up, looking down on you.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he said as his belt buckle clinked against the floor, his pants dropping, “I’m not done with you, yet.”

You lay motionless, frozen from the power he somehow held over you. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of his boxer briefs then slid them down, his massive cock springing free. Your eyes must have widened because he chuckled and said, “cat got your tongue?”

You licked your lips without noticing and replied, “you’re just…so big.”

“Think you can take it?” He took a step toward you.

You nodded and he shook his head, clicking his tongue against his teeth, and said, “words, baby.”

“Y-yes, Joel.” Your mouth was dry and your heart racing.

“We’ll see about that,” he challenged as he crawled onto the bed above you, sliding your body back up toward the headboard, his arm wrapped around your waist as he moved you seamlessly.

He picked up a condom that he had pulled from his nightstand and went to open it. You set your hand on his arm and said, “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

“You sure?” He asked earnestly.

“Yeah,” you replied breathily.

He kissed all over your neck, dipping down to your collarbone and then sweeping kisses across your breasts. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, and then releasing it with a wet pop, he looked up at you with blown out eyes.

You looked down to see his hardened cock, tip red with want and dripping with precum. At the same time, you could read the hesitation in his eyes, the uncertainty about whether what was about to happen was okay.

“Joel,” you spoke softly, gathering his full attention immediately as he looked into your eyes which were equally filled with desire. “I want you to ruin me.” It came out as a whisper, but the steady confidence in your tone was all the reassurance he needed.

In one sudden movement, he was sheathed inside your sopping hole. The sheer size of him was enough to make you scream out, walls clenching around him, trying to accommodate his girth.

His lips touched your forehead, now dotted with perspiration, and he murmured, “There, there, baby, I’ve got you, girl.”

The pain of the stretch aroused you further and you reached your hand down to your clit in an attempt to massage some pleasure into your body. But Joel snatched your hand away, holding it firmly in his grasp.

“Nuh uh, honey,” he started to loosen his clutch on your hand, “you’re gonna let me do all the work, okay?”

You nodded. He grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks with his rough hand and forming your lips into a pucker.

“Words.” His voice was commanding, stern.

Through pouted lips you spoke, “Yes, Joel.”

He released his grip on your face, “Good girl. Just give me some time and I’m gonna have you screaming my name in a bit.”

You felt yourself pulse around him and he smiled. “You like it rough, huh?”

You caught yourself before you nodded and instead said again, “yes, Joel. Please.”

He slapped your cheek lightly, but it was enough to leave a sting and cause you to look up at his eyes, to see the raw desire in his gaze. You whimpered at the impact and he snapped his hips into yours, his cock reaching deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot that causes you to see spots.

His hand moved to the back of your head and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back as he pulled. “Yeah, you like it rough. Look at you, practically drooling with my cock buried inside your pussy.”

He continued fucking into you, deep and hard thrusts that would have been knocking your head against his headboard if it wasn’t for the tight grasp he had on your hair.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He picked up his pace and let go of your hair. He lowered his torso onto yours, his forearms now resting on the bed. He dropped his head to rest in the crook of your shoulder as he set a punishing rhythm.

The wet slaps filled the room and your eyes rolled up into your head as he pounded into you. His cock was stretching you wide just as much as it was digging deep inside you. He moved his hand in between your bodies, the tips of his fingers finding your clit and he rubbed circles into you.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m gonna-” you moaned as the orgasm overcame you. It caught you off guard how quickly it built and exploded. Your pussy spasmed around his hard cock and you couldn’t keep your legs wrapped around him with how much you were shaking.

Your nipples were hard and protruding and Joel gave them both attention. He moved back and forth landing kisses on your breasts and licking and sucking at your nipples. It drew out your orgasm a bit longer.

Joel slowed his pace as you started to come down, moving his hand away from your clit and up to your face. He stroked down the side of your jaw and kissed you gently. It was soft, and romantic, and in such juxtaposition to how he had just fucked you. It warmed your belly and slowed your heart rate.

“So good for me, baby…” Joel kissed your lips again then moved his lips back up to your forehead, “you’re so good for me.”

He pulled his face away to look at you. You didn’t expect to see his eyes so dark with how soft he was just speaking to you.

“Now be a good girl and get on all fours.” His voice was firmer again. You gulped and felt your pussy throb.

He pushed himself up and sat back on his knees to give you room. You did as you were told and clamored up onto your hands and knees, faltering slightly, but Joel steadied you with a hand on your hip.

You hadn’t realized how tired and weak you felt until you had to move on your own. Now propped on all fours, you stared ahead at the headboard, awaiting what was to come.

You felt the mattress give as Joel shuffled up behind you. He notched his cock at your entrance and moved his hands to either side of your hips.

“Tell me when you’re ready, baby.” His voice had softened again. If you hadn’t wanted him to fuck you so badly, you’d want to curl up next to him and hear him read to you in that sultry voice.

“Ready,” you spoke.

He punched into you hard. It knocked you forward and you had to brace a hand on the headboard in an effort to not collide with it.

His fingers dug into your hips, bruising your skin as he slammed his cock deep into your fluttering pussy. “Fuck!” You exclaimed. The sensation was overwhelming.

“Take it, honey,” he said between punishing thrusts, “I know you can take it. Show me. Show me how good you take my cock, baby.”

Tears were now spilling down your cheeks as it took everything you had to hold yourself upright. It felt so good, so fucking good, but you were struggling to maintain any semblance of composure.

Joel could tell that you were holding back, trying to keep yourself together. But, like you had given him permission to, he wanted to see you completely undone.

“Let me hear those pretty sounds, babygirl.” One of his hands lifted up from your hip to come back down on your ass with a hard slap that you knew would leave an imprint. His hand massaged where he slapped briefly before sliding up to your upper back and pushing down.

You turned your head, one side of your face pressed into the sheets and the other exposed to him. You allowed the moans to spill out as he absolutely ruined you. You could feel his balls slapping against your cunt, making the occasional contact with your clit that had you sobbing into the mattress.

“Ohhh there she is,” Joel said, continuing to slam into you, “there’s my good girl.”

Your hands curled into the sheets, fingers grasping for anything to stabilize you as Joel rocked you back and forth from behind. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and you felt a third orgasm start to build.

“Fuck, Joel,” you panted into the sheets, “I think I’m gonna come again.”

“That’s it, baby,” Joel’s grip on your hip tightened, “Fuck, I’m gonna come too, gonna fill that sweet pussy all the way up.”

His words did the trick and you felt yourself release onto him. He groaned and began pumping into you faster, chasing his own release, desperately.

“God damn, I love feeling you cream around my cock, baby. Shit.” With another hard thrust, Joel was coming deep inside you. You could feel every inch of his throbbing cock as he emptied his load inside your wet walls.

You were both left panting and sweaty. He carefully slipped his cock from you and you heard one last groan as he watched his cum drip out of your hole and down your pussy lips.

You laid down on your stomach and Joel stepped away to come back a minute later with a wet washcloth. He cleaned you up gently, thoughtfully, and then came to lay next to you.

He flopped his arm out to the side and you shimmied up next to him, resting your head on his bicep.

“You know,” you started, “I really do have some projects that need to get done at the new house.”