#ask ess

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Your toes tapped against the fluffy couch pillow as you laid on your stomach, flipping through the pages of the smutty book that you’d already read a handful of times. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, and while you probably should’ve been outside soaking up the last bit of sun, you were instead inside, enjoying your filthy literature in private. 

Joel had just arrived home from his meeting with Tommy and Maria about new building plans. You listened to him pour himself a glass of water in the kitchen, and then his boots thud against the creaky floor as he approached the living room to greet you. Lazy weekends with Joel were your favorite, and it wasn’t often that he didn’t have to patrol.

“Hey there, darlin’,” he cooed while playfully pinching your ass that was so easily presented to him. 

You giggled out, “Hey babe,” as you rearranged on the couch to make room for him. 

He plopped down beside you, intentionally elbowing your arm so that your book went flying onto the other end of the couch. 

“Hey!!” you shouted, reaching to grab your novel as Joel chuckled. 

“You reading your smut again?” His tone wasn’t teasing, but it also wasn’t not teasing. 

You side-eyed him before responding, “Yeah, what about it? Also, it’s not just smut! It’s romance…” 

“Okay, darlin’,” he leaned into you, kissing you firmly before pulling back and continuing, “I like how riled up it gets ya, anyways.”

You chuckled but felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “It doesn’t get me riled up…” you petered out toward the end of your sentence, losing steam because of the lie on your tongue.

“Oh yeah?” Joel reached over and pulled you into his lap with ease, your legs falling to either side of his thick thighs. “Open it up.” 

His gruff tone already created a shiver up your spine as you did as he said. The book fell open to the dirty chapter you were on. 

“Go ‘head, darlin’,” he said, leaning forward to kiss and then playfully nip at the tender skin on your neck. 

“Joel!” you half-laughed, half-scoffed. You looked at him incredulously, shocked that he was actually using your smut-reading as foreplay. 

Sure, it had happened inadvertently before…but never methodical like this, never intentional.

“Matter of fact,” he said, looking pensive, “go ‘head and take off your pants and undies.” He gently slid you off his lap as he stood up and took off his own pants and boxers. He was half hard and looking at you with slowly darkening eyes. 

Heat crept up your neck and you swallowed, trying to suppress the embarrassment that was threatening to take hold of you. Still, you did as he asked and undressed your bottom half. 

Joel was smirking as he sat back down, his hand languidly stroking his cock to firm it up. “Sit on me,” he commanded, this time in a gentle tone. 

You took a moment to appreciate the vision in front of you. The sunlight fell through the window behind the couch, creating a glow around Joel that highlighted his broad shoulders and soft curls. You watched his bicep flex as he moved his closed hand up and down his thick shaft. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight, and you clenched your thighs. Joel’s eyes dropped to between your legs and he tsk’d, “Nuh uh, sweetheart…I wanna feel all that drip down on me.” 

You moved over to him tentatively, bracing your hands on his muscular shoulders as you straddled him once more. His hands came to your waist, helping you sink down. 

He exhaled at the sensation, his eyes closing for just a moment before he opened them and looked at you again. He picked up the book and placed it in your hands. 

You looked at him, slightly confused, before resting the book against his chest and starting to read. Only a couple sentences in, you looked back up at him and asked, “What are you gonna do?” 

His smile spread across his face and there was a glint in his eye. “I’m gonna sit here.”

“You’re just…going to sit?” He wasn’t helping your confusion. 

“Mhhm.” His hands fell to your thighs, just resting. “Just wanna feel ya, baby. Soakin’ me.” 

Your eyes widened at his confession. You’d never done anything like this before. You couldn’t help but ask more questions.

“We’re not gonna…have sex?” Your mouth ran dry, you were trying to acquiesce to what he was asking of you. 

Joel shrugged one shoulder, “Maybe later…but not right now. Just want you t’keep me all warm inside ya…that okay?” His Southern drawl started to sneak back in, and that’s how you knew he was aroused.

You took a breath and said, “Okay.” 

Joel rubbed small circles on your thighs with his thumbs as he watched you go back to reading. You were surprised at how easily immersed you became in the book, flipping page after page. 

You reached a particularly smutty scene when you felt your walls clench, your eyes shooting up to Joel just to see him lean his head back slightly, relishing in the new sensation. When he looked back at you, he gave a small nod, an indication for you to keep reading. 

So, you did. Page after page as you felt your walls flutter, your arousal dripping out of you and coating Joel’s sturdy shaft. Occasionally, he’d groan softly, causing your pussy to pulse even quicker around him. 

Your fingertips continued to brush past the pages, reading the sex scenes that always had your mouth watering. You involuntarily whimpered when you read the next part and you realized just how turned on you were. 

Your hips moved just slightly and Joel’s grip on your thighs tightened. “Nuh uh, sweetheart…no movin’, okay? I like this…and uh, if you move any more I might not be able to hold back.” 

You smiled at him, seeing just how wrecked he was with you sitting on top of him, your slick now coating his balls as well. 

A nod was your only reply as you went back to reading your book. You didn’t want to tell him that you were in the same position he was, pretty sure that if his fingers even ghosted your clit, you’d come undone. 

By the end of the sex scene, your pussy was squeezing him, your walls pulsing against the shaft and head of his cock. Joel’s fingertips pressed into your thighs, his jaw clenched as he tried to exert self-control. 

Still, he held strong. He enjoyed watching your doe eyes look at him pleadingly, silently begging for him to touch you. You craved any friction, whether it was him thrusting into you or playing with your clit. 

He took a deep breath, and you did the same. Both your bodies were practically vibrating, desperate for the touch of the other. 

You weren’t sure you’d ever felt this aroused before. Another whimper escaped your lips as you started the next chapter. 

Training Day - @koshkamartell

i swear i'll only make you cry - @baronessvonglitter

To Be Your First - @tateypots

Stay Safe - @koshkamartell

The Man Next Door - @joeldarling

Trapped - @milla-frenchy

Can't Get Away - @bbyviolakayworks

paying off the debt - @baronessvonglitter

the art of breaking - @corazondebeskar-reads

The Party - @tateypots

Deja vu - @milla-frenchy

Collared - @tateypots

Smack my b*tch up - @milla-frenchy

Doll People - @aurorawritestoescape

His to keep - @littledes1re

put me in a movie - @cadavercarcass

You Could Be The One - @dilf-docs

Mama's Boy - @toxicanonymity

wet & willing - @romancherry

Ask Me Nicely - @flawssy-227

stranded - @pedroscurls

Let The Lights Bleed All Over Me - @dilf-docs

just like that - @sweetpascal

captive - @mari-positas

Bad Blood - @aurorawritestoescape

Flicker - @millermouth

Red Light - @kiwisbell

Mine - @tightjeansjavi

indebted - @beardedjoel

baneful distractions - @littlcdarlin

locked out - @bunnnycore

Smother - @beardedjoel

sweet angel agency - @laligraves

Dr. Miller's Check Up - @cinnxmxngxrl

my own dark fics:

Keep Your 'lectric Eye On Me, Babe

You Should Feel Lucky

Forever's Not So Long

Joel couldn't stop coughing. He was irritating himself, and worried about the nuisance he was being to you. Even when he was sick, all he could think about was you, you, you.

You were still sleeping, so he crept out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom down the hall. He figured a hot, steamy shower would help his cough.

Unfortunately, he grew hard while he stood under the cascading water. He tried to ignore it, but he was never good at that when he knew you were within reach.

His mind started to drift to all the things he wanted to do to you. He groaned at the thought of bending you over the couch and eating you from behind, his thumb in your tight little ring as your legs shook with the overwhelming sensation. But when the groan left his throat, it brought with it a cacophony of phlegm and crackling coughs.

"Fuck!," he exclaimed, the side of his fist banging against the slippery tiled wall. He'd never been around you and unable to have sex. He became increasingly worried that he was going to lose is damn mind.

He angrily shut off the water and stomped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist and shaking his head to clear his hair of the excess water droplets.

When he emerged from the steam-filled room, you were standing in the hallway holding a tray.

You were wearing your oversized sleep shirt with gray fuzzy socks (he wondered if you had any underwear covering that sweet pussy), your hair was a frizzy mess, falling around your face, but you held a tray steadily in front of you.

"Come on, Joel," you sang in your sweet voice, "let me take care of you."

The words were a knife to his chest.

"The fuck is this?," he asked through gritted teeth.

You looked down at the tray, suddenly questioning your thoughtful gesture. "Umm, some tea with honey and lemon, throat lozenges, cough medicine...and uh, some oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins...I..." You trailed off and looked down the hallway in hopes that he wouldn't see your tears.

"Shit," Joel murmured to himself, running his hand down his face. He tried not to be mean to you, he really did, but it was hard. "Just...just put the tray down." He looked at your tearful eyes. "Please."

You moved to the coffee table and set the tray down, taking a seat on the couch and clasping your hands in your lap. You were looking at the floor, clearly being careful to not irritate him further.

Wise, Joel thought to himself, but still, his goal was not to incite fear.

He took a seat next to you, already half-hard just from being in your vicinity. "Thank you for the tea 'n stuff, darlin'. It's mighty nice of you."

You looked at him now, round eyes that were glistening. "I'm sorry, Joel. I didn't mean to make you mad."

He shook his head. "Y'didn't make me mad, angel. I just...There are things I gotta do t'ya that I can't right now. And...it ain't your job t'take care of me."

"Things...you have to do to me?," you questioned, not quite following.

He turned to look at you, his eyes burning through you. You swear you felt it in your retinas. His gaze then dropped down to between your legs. You instinctively tightened your thighs, suddenly very aware of what it was Joel was saying.

Joel was exhausted. The shower took any spare energy he had. And yet, his cock was rock hard, now creating a tent in the plush, white towel.

"Off," he commanded.

"Wh-what?," you stammered.

"Y'fuckin' heard me. Clothes off." He was still as a statue, a firm fixture on the couch, yet commanding as always.

With trembling hands, you lifted up your t-shirt. Your nipples pebbled as soon as they met the cold air and you heard Joel hiss through his teeth. You knew it was killing him to not lunge at you.

You'd confirmed his earlier guess, you weren't wearing any panties, so all it took was removing the shirt for you to be bare in front of him, aside from your fuzzy socks which you assumed he didn't mind.

"Spread." The word had no meaning when he first said it. The small part of your brain that held your pride had refused to acknowledge what he was asking of you. But when you looked at him and saw the fire behind his eyes, you knew that you didn't really have a choice.

So, you scooted back on the couch, your spine pressed against the armrest as you lifted your knees, planting your feet on the soft gray cushion and separating your thighs so that Joel could get a look at your cunt.

He pushed down on his dick through the towel, his teeth clenched together in self-restraint. He needed to fill you, needed it more than he though he'd needed anything before. But he was so fucking tired, and his cough was still acting up. He knew he'd send himself into a frenzy if he even tried a single thrust.

But still, he needed to see you full. He stood up, leaving you exposed on the large couch. He didn't need to tell you, he knew that you wouldn't dare move a muscle.

He padded into the kitchen, coughing into his elbow as he began to look for something. His eyes scanned the countertops, sweeping across the smooth granite surface and silver kitchen appliances.

Then he saw it. His eyes settled on the utensil holder beside the stove - a white, curved dish that held long wooden utensils with silicone ends. He picked up the scraping spatula, holding the smooth wooden handle and turning it in his hand, examining the flat rubber tip.

His heart melted when he re-entered the living room to see you still spread on the couch, waiting with bated breath to see what he was going to return with.

"Sweetheart," he rumbled as he walked toward the couch. "'M feelin' pretty tired...gotta rest." He took a seat on the cushion next to your feet. "But you...you're gonna do somethin' f'me, okay?"

You bit your lip and nodded slowly at him. He could already tell your brain was softening - just a pliable little toy at his disposal.

He lifted the spatula and your eyes widened. "Touch yourself."

You reached down, your middle finger sliding through your folds then back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves where you applied slight pressure. A whimper already escaped your lips as you rubbed tight circles and arched your back.

"Faster." His voice was monotone, as though he were instructing someone on how to fix a car, but you knew him well enough to know that he was secretly dying at not being able to touch you.

You obeyed, swiping quickly at your swelling clit. The band in your lower tummy tightened and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Look at me."

Your eyes popped open, mouth dropping as you neared your climax. Joel hadn't moved. He was just sitting there, towel still tented as he held the spatula against his leg. His eyes were fixated on you, scanning back and forth between your face and your cunt.

Your orgasm was seconds away, and then you heard his firm voice, "Stop."

You whined, pulling your hand back and setting it beside you. Your chest moved up and down quickly, recovering from the waves of pleasure that you'd just been riding.

Joel handed you the spatula so that the handle was facing you. "Now fuck yourself."

As you took it from him, he reached down and untied the towel around his waist, still sitting on it but letting it fall to the sides of his hips. His cock stood proud and erect. Saliva pooled in your mouth.

You were a little nervous to insert the spatula inside of you, but you were trying to trust him. You wished that it was a dildo or some other sex toy, but you weren't allowed to have those. Frankly, you were slightly surprised that Joel was okay with anything else inside of you other than his cock.

It slid in easier than you would've thought. The smooth wood glided against your wet walls, pressing against them gently as you continued to push. It was a few inches in and you stopped, looking at Joel.

He gave a single head nod, an indication to keep going. You gulped, a small shimmer of embarrassment creeping in at someone watching you do something so vulgar.

Still, you pulled the utensil out slightly before pushing it back in. It felt sort of good. You repeated the motion, pulling it out a couple inches before sliding it inside again. Over, and over.

Joel's cock was bobbing, small beads of precum escaping out the top and dribbling down his veiny length. You wanted him in your mouth badly, but you knew better than to ask for anything when it came to sex.

You continued the action, more sensations building in your core, but you knew it wouldn't be enough to push you over the edge.

Joel reached and pulled the spatula from your hand. It startled you and you froze, worried that you had done something to make him mad.

"Look at me, don't take your eyes off me, understand?" His voice was gravel and soot and you knew that meant that his arousal was about has high as it could get.

You focused your eyes on him, trying to stay calm with your breaths.

He lifted the spatula and slapped it down onto your glistening pussy, right in the center of your clit. You yelped, but didn't tear your eyes away. The stinging sensation melded with pleasure and your walls fluttered.

He lifted it again, the smacking sound bouncing around the room and causing you to buck your hips upwards. Tears sprang from your eyes and you were whimpering.

Joel's cock was practically convulsing. It throbbed until the beads of precum turned into more of a stream, running down his cock like the teardrops that escaped your eyes.

"Fuck yourself again, harder. 'N touch your clit." He tossed the utensil onto your tummy.

Your hands grabbed at it desperately, shoving it far into your cunt and fucking in and out while your other hand came to your swollen bud and rubbed furiously.

It hadn't even been a minute before you could tell the band in your tummy was about to snap. "Joel!," you cried.

"Go on, come for me, like the filthy little slut you are."

And you did. Hard. Your hand let go of the utensil, gripping onto the couch cushion as your back arched and the orgasm worked through you. The spatula stuck out of your cunt, levitating in the air as you moaned and tossed your head back.

"Fuuuuuccckk!!" You heard Joel shout and looked down just in time to see him holding tight onto the towel at his sides as his cock shot rope after rope of milky white come out of the tip. He looked down in fascination, as though he had no idea how it was happening.

His eyes roamed over to you and your trembling body as you looked at the mess that you both had created. His hand plucked the utensil from your pulsing pussy, and raising it to his mouth, he began to lick up the side of the handle, tasting your juices.

It was past midnight when Joel came over. He was sure you'd be sleeping, and he'd be lying if he said that waking you up wasn't one of his favorite things - your groggy voice, confused look in your eyes, your warm body - he could get hard at the thought alone.

He came in through the window this time. You'd added another lock to your backdoor, and while he knew he could figure it out, he was too horny to complete a puzzle of any kind to get to you. Instead, it was easier to grab the ladder you kept in the back shed, lean it against the house, and come in through one of the second story windows.

The comforter was only covering half of your body. He licked his lips when he saw your sleep shorts that had ridden up, exposing your bare ass with no panties underneath. He palmed himself as he approached you, slightly surprised that he wasn't sporting an erection yet. But he wasn't concerned, he knew that as soon as he smelled your scent and felt your soft body underneath him, he'd be hard as a rock.

You didn't stir when he first climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped and he wasted no time in pressing himself against you. His lips met the tender skin of your neck and he kissed, licked, and sucked, devouring you immediately. He felt you jolt underneath him, your hands trying to push you up from the bed and then reach around to push him away. He smiled against you as he murmured, "missed you, angel."

"Joel?" You sounded scared and normally your voice alone would have him practically leaking in his pants, but he pauses for a moment when he doesn't feel anything. At all.

"Mhhm, angel," he murmurs again, this time his hands have gotten greedy and he's groping your body, feeling your curves underneath his broad form.

He can feel the moment that you decide to give in. Your body becomes more pliant and he can finally flip you over and look at your sweet face. Your eyes are wide, but they hold a glimmer of excitement in them. He knows that look. You want him there just as badly as he wants to be there, you just don't want to show it.

Sliding down your body, he pulls down your sleep shorts and holds them to his nose, taking an inhale of his favorite nectar. His eyes are dark when he looks up at you and he smirks.

It isn't until he's tongue-deep inside of you that he starts to really worry. He reaches down to feel his cock, it's entirely flaccid. Irritation blooms and he stands up. "On your knees," he commands, pushing down his pants and stepping out of them. He sees your surprised look when you look down at his limp cock. It pisses him off.

"On your fuckin' knees, I said." His jaw twitches.

You obey quickly, flinching at his sharp tone and sliding off the bed and then onto your knees in front of him. His thumb swipes your bottom lip before slipping inside and opening your mouth. "You know what t'do."

You can take most of him in your mouth since he's soft. You bob your head up and down, one hand cupping his balls as the other is pressed against the hairs on his thigh. Trying to focus, you close your eyes, smelling his musk and tasting the salt of his skin.

It isn't working. Joel is only growing more frustrated. He shoves you off of him, causing you to fall backwards as you catch yourself with your hands behind you. You look up at him and can see the anger etched into his features. As you open your mouth to say something, his hand flies across your face.

"Fuck!" he exclaims, frustrated that nothing seems to be working. He smacks you again, hoping for his cock to at least twitch. Nothing. He grabs you by the hair, hauling you up quickly and then crashing his lips against yours. He walks you backwards until you hit the wall of the bedroom. His hands are rough as he gropes and kneads at you.

"Goddamnit!" He punches the wall next to your head, his fist breaking through the dry wall. You flinch as he takes a step back, his chest rising and falling as he scans your body.

His mind is racing, trying to think of anything he can do to try and get his dick hard. He closes his eyes for a moment, fantasizing. When he opens his eyes again, he sees you shrinking against the wall, anticipating what his next move is going to be.

You're too afraid to speak, but when he grabs you by the arm and flings you toward the bed, an involuntary yelp escapes. You fall on the bed and he immediately places a hand on your back, stilling you as you are bent over the side of the mattress.

He removes his hand and stands behind you. "Spread f'me."

There's a moment of hesitation then you ask, "W-what?"

He reaches over, taking your hands and pulling them behind you, setting them on your ass. "Spread yourself f'me."

You feel your face redden as you're bent over. It's humiliating. And still, you comply, reaching behind you, your fingers pressing into the fat of your ass as you pull apart. You hear Joel whistle as you present your holes to him. You squeeze your eyes shut, shame washing over you.

"Fuck, look at that.." His eyes are zeroed in on your tight holes and he can see how you start to glisten. "Pretty lil holes, darlin'."

He keeps you spread like that for another couple minutes, but they drag on slowly. He watches intently, focusing on how your slick gathers and drips. His brain is aroused, but his cock is fucking useless. Another wave of anger overcomes him and he steps forward, slapping his hand across your spread holes. You immediately startle, jumping up and turning to face him with a shocked look on your face.

Joel has the audacity to laugh. You snarl at him as you spit out, "I fucking hate you."

He's still smiling as he runs a hand down the side of your face. "Aww, angel..think you just need t'feel good, huh?"

Before you can respond, he's grabbed you by the back of the neck and is dragging you into the living room. You stumble as he thrusts you toward the couch. "Ride it."

You look at him clueless again. He rolls his eyes. "I gotta explain everything to ya? Get up there, straddle the armrest, 'n hump."

You're wearing nothing but your sleep shirt, still feeling embarrassed and afraid as you climb up onto the couch, straddling the armrest. You can't stand to look at him, so you avert your eyes to the plant in the corner of the room as you start to grind your hips against the soft fabric.

You can already feel how wet you are and this only makes you feel more ashamed. Your nipples perk up, visible through your shirt, and Joel notices immediately. "Fuck," he whispers to himself as he sees you swirl your hips. "Faster," he says more audibly.

The increase in friction pulls a whimper from your lips that you wish you could've stifled because of the groan that it elicits from Joel. Your fingers grip the edge of the armrest, your thighs clenched tight around it. When your eyes move over to him, he's still flaccid. Worry starts to overcome you when you wonder if he'll ever leave without being able to fuck you.

He stands beside the coffee table, watching you hump against the couch. You continue the fast pace that he made you set, and you feel that familiar tightness in your lower belly. You look up at him with a furrowed brow, and he knows you're close.

"Stop."

Your hips still but another whimper slips out. Joel gets on his knees in the middle of the living room. He motions for you to come over to him. "Kneel in front of me, legs spread."

When you do, he takes no time in pushing his hand between your legs, two of his fingers thrusting up into you. "Ohhh fuck, angel..so fuckin' tight all the time..goddamn."

You moan as you feel his thick fingers plunge inside of you. The pace he sets is brutal. Wet sounds of skin on skin fill the room and you toss your head back. His thumb presses on your clit and you clench around his fingers.

"Open your mouth."

You're seconds away from an orgasm, desperate to feel the release, so you don't think twice before your jaw falls open. Joel spits in your mouth and you swallow it down without being told.

"Good fuckin' girl..now come."

Your pussy squeezes his digits, your entire body stiffening as the orgasm works through you, wave after wave. Then you start shaking as he continues the thrusts of his fingers.

When you start to come down, you look to see that his cock is starting to harden. His smirk tells you that this is all far from over.

Joel squeezed his eyes shut the second he opened them. The morning winter sun was too bright and he yearned for at least one more hour of sleep.

Rolling onto his side, he yawned and stretched his back, trying to settle once more into his mattress.

But sleep didn’t come. He grew frustrated, tossing and turning until he finally gave up and opened his eyes, stretching his arms above his head.

And that’s when he saw it…The teeth marks you had pressed into his arm. Fuck, he thought, you really fuckin’ bit me. He tried to recall when it happened, but he was so focused on his own desire that he hadn’t even noticed when you pushed your teeth into him.

He thought about your desperation, the intense pleasure that must have caused you to do that, and felt himself grow hard against his sweatpants.

He lifted his head, examining the rest of his body, and that’s when he saw the scratch marks on his side. Greedy, needy little thing, he thought to himself.

His cock throbbed, pushing against the cotton as his precum began to soak through.

He normally tried to wait until he was with you…but now, with his cock pulsing and heart racing, he couldn’t resist from pushing the band of his sweatpants down and pulling out his thick cock.

His hand wrapped around it, a slow pull upwards and then push downwards as he allowed it to stiffen in his palm. A pearl of precum emerged, rounding fully until it slid down his tip, landing on his thumb.

He could feel how heavy his balls were between his legs, as though they’d been holding this all in, like they knew what awaited them. He bit his bottom lip briefly, thinking about how satisfying it was going to be when he finally emptied them.

He continued to slowly pump his cock, his thumb and forefinger pinching together as he neared the tip, watching the precum bead and dribble down repeatedly.

When he was fully hard, his cock and its thick veins pulsing with his heartbeat, he picked up his speed. He squeezed hard on his shaft, the side of his hand slapping against his pelvis as he fucked himself.

“Fuckin’ slut,” he mumbled to himself, “can’t fuckin’ stop yourself from biting me, begging’ for more.” His hand moved faster. “Bet you just want this load, ya fuckin’ slut. But I could make ya beg f’it.”

He groaned, tossing his head back as his hand continued moving up and down his slick shaft. So much precum had dripped out that it was practically lube.

He closed his eyes, picturing you biting into him. “Fuckin’ take it ya fuckin’ whore…Gonna make ya bite me even harder next time. Scratch the shit outta me, hm?” His balls began to throb harder, preparing for a release. “That’s it, fuckin’ slut, fuck!!”

He was nearing euphoria. His head was filled with images of you underneath him, taking his cock so well as he pummels into you, nothing more you can do but open up to him and bite down on his firm bicep in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“Fuck! Fuck!! Gonna busta nut…Here I come, bitch,” he gritted out, desperate to release his load. “Take it! Fuck!!!”

He fucked his hand impossibly hard until long spurts of cum began to shoot out of his slit. He grunted at the first stripe then groaned deeply as the others painted his stomach and chest. The cum landed on his chest hair, lying overtop like icing.

He closed his eyes, then looked up at the ceiling. He missed you. God, he missed you. But being able to drain his balls to the thought of you was good enough for the time being.

He looked once more at the marks, imagining all the things he was going to make you do to him when he next saw you.

You had finally gotten off work. The day was significantly longer than you had anticipated and you were exhausted. The air was thick with humidity. Clouds had veiled the sun all day, the sky growing dark as the impending storm loomed. As you walked down the sidewalk toward your neighborhood, the humidity gave way to a light sprinkle that rained down on you.

It was welcomed compared to the stuffy air and you drew in a deep breath. Before you could enjoy the exhale, a hand wrapped around your mouth as an arm tugged at your waist and you were pulled backwards.

Stumbling, and not able to get your footing, you fell against the person behind you. Your own hands grabbed at their strong forearms. That's when you realized...you'd felt these arms before. Your eyes lowered to the hand that gripped you and it looked all too familiar.

You were thrown into the back of a white van. The cold metal stung your hands and face as you crashed against it. "Joel!" The name barely left your lips before the doors to the van slammed shut. The horrific sound of the clicking of a lock caused you to squeeze your eyes shut. You stayed still against the floor of the truck.

"Angel...," a deep voice cooed behind you. "Been missin' ya...you've hardly been home lately. Got me worried somethin' happened t'you."

"You...you know I have a job, Joel." You pushed yourself up on your hands, slowly turning and moving into a seated position, leaning away from him. His eyes were dark and looking into them was intimidating, so you found your eyes moving around the van.

"You didn't say it." The firmness of his words brought your gaze back to him and you saw his brow was furrowed.

"Wh-what?," your voice shook, clearly unnerved from the situation.

You were used to encountering Joel in your own home, and while that was terrifying in its own way, there was something particularly eerie about being in the back of this van with him.

"That ya missed me, too..." His eyes darkened as he trailed off. If you looked closely enough, you could see the hurt behind them. But there was a larger presence, a more demanding one that stood front and center. Joel moved onto his hands and knees, crawling toward you at an uncomfortably slow pace. The van jostled slightly with his movements and you couldn't help but scoot backwards, away from him.

He tsk'd as he neared you, shaking his head. "Breakin' my heart, baby...," he spoke softly as he finally reached you.

Your hands pushed outwards, away from you, in an attempt to get him to back up, but you knew it was futile. His smirk created a shiver up your spine and before you could audibly plead, he had his hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging so hard that you fell backwards, flat against the dirty floor of the van.

A small yelp escaped your lips and then Joel was on top of you, furiously ripping the clothes off your trembling body. Your pants and underwear were yanked off in one go, despite you trying to close your thighs. You heard your shirt rip as he tore it off of you, along with your bra.

This was a rougher side of him that you didn't see too often, but it terrified you every time. "Joel," you managed to whimper.

"Shut the fuck up!" A harsh slap flew across your face. Tears came now, trickling out of your eyes as you clamped your mouth shut in an effort to stay quiet. You hated when he was like this.

He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, not his usual attire. When you looked at his face up close, you noticed the rings surrounding his eyes. He looked exhausted. You started to wonder if he'd been sleeping at all.

Lowering his pants and boxers mid-thigh, he reached his hand down to your clenched pussy. He tried to slip a finger in, but you were so tense that he had to really push.

"Fuck," he said in exasperation. "Y'better fuckin' open up f'me, angel. Gonna take ya either way...make it easier on yourself..."

You had to fight the eyeroll. You knew how this went by now, and obviously knew better than to fight too much. As much as you wanted him gone, you knew that he could overpower you.

You smelled the peppermint on his breath as he hovered over you, and for whatever reason, that seemed to calm a voice inside of your head. It's just Joel, you thought, even if that thought didn't make any sense.

Before you could even try to relax your body, he was pushing inside. The pressure of it was overwhelming, despite how slowly he was feeding his cock into you.

"Ohh, that's it," he groaned, now almost fully pressed inside of you. "Fuckin' take it." He slammed his hips forward, causing another yelp to fall from your lips as his body fully connected with yours.

He started at a brutal pace. His grunts blew against your ear as he lowered his head and fucked into you. His body was pushed against yours, the hard floor of the truck unforgiving as he used your body as he pleased.

Relaxing into it and slowing his pace a bit, you could feel the drag of his cock against your walls and the sliding of his pelvis bumping your clit in just the right way. A soft moan left your mouth and you could feel him shudder at the sound.

"Oh angel," he whispered in your ear, "you're so fuckin' perfect. So beautiful...so soft..." His pace started to pick up again and you felt his cock throb inside of you.

"Come with me, hm?," he asked as he started to rail into you again.

Anyone on the outside of the van would see it shaking - the tires squishing into the road, the frame rocking back and forth as Joel plowed into you. The thought of someone seeing just how roughly he was fucking you had your back arching as you came around his thick cock.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah!" Joel slammed into you, unrelenting as he chased his own climax.

He pulled out of you quickly, tugging at his red and swollen cock until he shot spurts of come all across your tits. He groaned sinfully as he watched it fall across the peaks of your breasts.

He bent down, licking some of his spend off your nipple and then kissing you, pushing it into your own mouth.

"Gotta get back to work, sweet thing," he said casually as he leaned back and began to pull on his clothes. He tossed you your own, laughing when he saw the tattered remnants of your shirt.

"Guess I should give ya a ride back, huh?" He winked and then moved to open the back doors of the van. "Sit tight, angel."

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"Fuck!" Joel exclaimed while his load finished emptying inside of your clenched and exhausted pussy. When he pulled out, you fell into the mattress, your body collapsing after enduring three orgasms.

Joel was on his back, rubbing a hand down his face as he composed himself after just railing you harder than you knew was possible. You shuffled onto your side, moving closer to him. It wasn't often that the two of you cuddled, usually just for a few minutes after sex if you could get to him before he got out of bed. You'd never asked him why he wouldn't cuddle you - it seemed an odd question to ask your assailant, so you refrained.

He exhaled a deep breath as you draped your arm across his stomach, the smallest giveaway that he had wanted this too. Your head rested on his large chest, straining your neck somewhat uncomfortably, but you couldn't resist. You felt the rise and fall of his breaths, listening to his strong heart thump underneath your ear. Your hand mindlessly stroked around the soft flesh of his tummy. The skin was so smooth, dotted with sparse dark hairs that you let your fingers dance through. As you stroked his tummy, your fingers occasionally dimpled into his plush, just slight pokes that he didn't really respond to aside from a huff here or there. You could tell he was tired. You were, too. The post-orgasm haze was nearly enough to make you fall asleep, but you were enjoying his warmth and closeness too much to put a voluntary end to it.

As your mind drifted, your fingers came together to pinch at his tummy. You felt the coarse hairs press into your fingers as the soft flesh gathered. Joel jolted and said, "Did...you just pinch me?"

Embarrassment flooded you. You'd let yourself get too comfortable in bed with him and hadn't even realized that you had done it until you felt him jerk under your hand. For a moment, you worried that he was going to retaliate in some way...this man had shown you time and time again just how unhinged and cruel he could be. You knew you had to speak quickly, try and resolve the situation in some way.

"I-I just like it..." Your voice trembled as you spoke.

"Like...what, exactly?" Joel looked down at you with an eyebrow cocked.

You chewed on your lip, unsure if you should reveal something like that...you'd never told him anything you liked about him before.

"I, uh, I like your belly." The words came out barely above a whisper, but Joel heard you alright. You couldn't see his face, but with your head resting on his chest you had a front row seat to see his cock harden once again.

Your mouth ran dry as you heard his deep voice rumble, "Do ya now?" There was a sinister tone to it and if you weren't already so aroused, you'd be nervous about what was to come. "Get up here, then."

"Hm?" You leaned back and turned your head to look up at him.

"Y'heard me. Get up here." His words still had you hesitating, and his face became serious as he added, "Now."

You pushed up onto your hands and knees uncertainly. A smirk spread across his face as his hands wrapped around your hips, helping you to straddle his stomach.

"Joel..." you whined, "I've never-"

"Ride me," he commanded. His fingers pressed further into your hips, moving lower so that he could grasp the fat of your ass.

You made a small, tentative moments. Still trying to bear some of the weight on your knees, you made a tiny, jerky grind against him before stilling again.

“Nuh uh,” he practically growled, “fuckin’ move.”

He squeezed your ass, roughly dragging you against his tummy. Your clit caught on the wavy hairs of his happy trail as he pushed you backwards, and then as he pulled you forward, you felt the unmistakable sensation of your slick against his skin.

Your cheeks turned red. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Joel continued pushing and tugging you at his leisure, grinning up at you as he saw you slowly coming more and more undone. He could feel just how much you were getting off on this and it had his cock leaking droplets against his hipbone.

You were finally giving in to the movements, no longer pressing down with your knees but with your cunt. The pleasurable sensation began to curl and twist inside you like steam from a warm drink, and you tossed your head back in ecstasy.

A surprised whine escaped your lips when Joel’s hands dropped from your body. Your head snapped forward, looking down at him with wide, glassy eyes that he thought might just be the death of him.

“Wh-what-.” You tried to find the words but they weren’t coming to you. Your head was foggy and it felt like you’d forgotten basic words, let alone how to string them together. Joel had a habit of doing this to you.

“Move.” It was such a simple word - he knew better than to try and complicate things when you were this fuzzy for him, and yet, you just continued to stare at him dumbly.

His jaw clenched then the corner of his mouth pulled up just slightly. “I said…move, slut.”

Your lip pouted with a whimper as you clumsily began to rock back and forth on him. You were so disgustingly overstimulated. Your clit ached and any brush against it was enough to cause mild pain. Your pussy lips were swollen from Joel’s recent activity, and the coil within you was trembling so much you weren’t sure you’d be able to come even if you tried.

You attempted to slow your movements, but Joel harshly slapped your ass. “Y’wanted it…so take it, fuckin’ whore. Get yourself off on my stomach like the fuckin’ needy lil bitch you are. Show me. Show me how desperate and depraved you are…such a sick little slut…grindin’ on me like this.” A loud moan left your mouth. “Ya gonna come? Huh? Gonna come all over my tummy like some dirty little slut? So fuckin’ filthy. Look at you.” He slapped your tit and then with the same hand, grabbed you by your face, forcefully opening your mouth as his fingers pressed between your teeth. Your tongue rolled out on its own, and you didn’t even care to think about how much of a cockdrunk slut you looked like.

Joel leaned his head forward and spat straight onto the back of your tongue. It slid down along with your own saliva until it dripped off your tongue and onto your bouncing tits. Joel’s cock throbbed at the sight. “Such a good girl. Aw, look at ya, angel…so fuckin’ good f’me.”

His praise motivated you to grind faster against him. Your slick coated his lower belly all the way up to his belly button and even a little above. Joel looked down, mesmerized. This wasn’t anything that he’d done before either. He’d had women grind on his thighs, of course, but this was truly something he hadn’t expected. Still, his swollen cock continued leaking at the sight of it.

“Joel- I- !” You were cut off by the intense sensations building inside of you. You looked down to watch his soft belly move as you got off in it.

“Thas’ it,” he encouraged, “just keep goin’, jus’ like that… my beautiful slut. Can’t help herself but to grind her needy cunt all over me, huh? Show me then. Get off on me. C’mon!” He slapped your ass again. “Fuckin’ come on me!”

Your hands fell forward onto his chest, steadying yourself as your thighs quivered around his waist. Your core was pressed so tight to him, he could feel the spasms from your pussy on his lower tummy. He groaned, closing his eyes momentarily as his cock shot out weak ropes of come. He was already spent from before, but seeing you be such a greedy whore on top of him was irresistible.

Finally, you collapsed on his chest, little mewls falling from your lips as you tried to recover. His large hand rubbed up and down your spine, soothing you. As you tried to stay awake and not let the haze pull you under, Joel started to fantasize about what else he could make you grind on.

The Wrong Assignment | TWA: Joel's POV | TWA Masterlist

Joel had given in to your demands. After months of trying to fight the draw he felt toward you, you had successfully worn him down. 

Since the incident in his office when he had made you ride a dildo while you blew him, the two of you had been nearly inseparable. Between classes, in the morning, at the end of the day, in his office, in his car, in the janitor’s closet (that one was a close call), you seemed to be having sex constantly. 

Joel even got a prescription for those little blue pills to help him out occasionally, as it seemed you were insatiable at times. He couldn’t deny that he wanted it just as bad as you, even if he didn’t show it. Besides, he knew you liked a challenge now and again. 

So why was it that this evening, while Joel had you bent over his desk, you were being more quiet than usual? 

He slipped his hand between your thighs, rubbing firm circles on your clit, and whispered in your ear, “Give it t’me, sweetheart, let me hear your moans.” The next sound that came out of your mouth was anything but genuine. 

Joel paused his thrusts, frozen behind you. He felt you press against him, attempting to continue the movements. Instead of acquiescing, he pulled all the way out. You looked over your shoulder at him with a confused expression and asked, “what are you doing?” 

His brows were furrowed and he took a step back, “what are you doing?” 

“What do you mean?” The confused look on your face started to irritate him. You should know what you did. 

“You’re fakin’ it, I can tell,” he spoke in an accusatory tone, “and I don’t much care for it.” 

You sighed and looked at the ground. You had turned around and your bare ass was pressed against his desk. You crossed your arms in front of you, concealing your naked breasts, but your glistening pussy was still on full display and Joel had to work to not look down. 

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded. 

“Can we just-” you hesitated, biting the inside of your cheek before continuing, “can we just finish and talk after?” 

“Can you actually finish?” Joel chided. 

You nodded and said, “I’ll be more in it this time, promise.” 

Joel had started to lose his erection and was only half hard now. He said, “Okay then,” as he glanced down at his cock, “finish what you started.” 

You smiled and dropped to your knees, immediately placing your hands on his thighs and taking him into your mouth. 

You’d nearly become an expert at blowjobs since his lesson a couple months ago, so Joel knew he couldn’t let you be down there for long or he’d blow his load much sooner than he wanted. 

You wrapped your warm mouth around him and hollowed your cheeks, taking him in as deep as you could. He groaned and leaned his head back then wove his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face. 

You tapped your finger on his thigh and he smirked. That was your nonverbal signal that you wanted him to take charge. 

“Want me to fuck that pretty mouth, baby?” You looked up at him with wide, glistening eyes and Joel thought he could just come right then. “Relax your jaw f’me.” 

You did as he said, jaw going slack while Joel pressed his hands against the sides of your head, and he started to move deep into your throat. He moved slowly, allowing you to accommodate him in his full length. 

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you moaned as he started to slowly fuck your throat. Joel smiled and said, “That’s it, sugar, you’re doing so good.” 

You moaned louder and Joel continued, “such a good lil slut f’me, lettin’ me use your holes however I want, huh?” He knew that you got off on degradation and praise, and he had no qualms with using both. 

You reached one of your hands down in between your legs and started quickly rubbing at your clit. Your moans got louder as Joel thrusted inside of your mouth. He was leaking precum down your throat, and could feel the ridges at the top of your mouth. 

He picked up the pace so you were drooling and making squelching sounds. He loved the lewdness and watched as you started to tremble from your orgasm. He pulled his cock out so that he could hear you moan and watch as you furiously rubbed at yourself. 

When your orgasm subsided, Joel helped you to your feet and bent you over the desk again, not hesitating in the slightest as he fully sheathed himself inside your spent pussy. 

He groaned, “Ohhh, fuck, baby, not gonna last long inside your tight cunt.” You moaned at his words and pushed your ass back into him. He gave it a slap and started fucking you. 

He was right. He only lasted a few minutes before erupting inside of you, but you didn’t seem to mind as you whimpered through it, allowing him to paint your walls. 

When he finally pulled out, his nerves showed back up. He tucked himself into his pants and watched as you put your own clothes on. He felt the urge to stroke your cheek, give you a soft kiss, and tuck your hair behind your ear, as he always did. But this felt different. And because of that, his guard was going up. 

So instead, he took a seat at his desk and waited for you. You hopped up on his desk and even though your thighs were together, he could spot the little triangle of your baby blue lace panties underneath your skirt. He moved his eyes up to your face and his stomach dropped a little when he saw your expression. 

You looked anxious and started picking at your cuticles. He didn’t like seeing you this way, but his own anxiety was mounting as well. It wasn’t often that the two of you had serious conversations. Your relationship was mostly sexual in nature, but affection had formed between the two of you and there was the occasional thoughtful gesture. 

“Umm,” you started, but paused again to look at the ground. You chewed on your lip and Joel was trying to give you the space to work through this on your own, despite feeling on edge himself. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You finally looked up at him and he was able to see the concern etched in your features. He felt bad seeing how nervous you looked. 

“Hey,” he said as he reached out his hand, his heavy palm covering your knee, “it’s okay, we can stop.” 

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly as the tears started to spill. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he stood up now and approached you. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you into his chest. He stroked your back, his fingers trailing up and down your spine until you calmed down. 

“Y’don’t gotta apologize, darlin’, y’know we can stop whenever you want.” 

“That’s the thing,” you pulled away from him and he took a step back to look at you, “I don’t want to stop…” 

“What d’ya mean?” He was genuinely puzzled. 

“I-” you sighed, “I’m seeing someone.” 

Joel stared at you, dumbfounded. Though he didn’t know why he was so surprised. You were a college kid with lots of prospects, and he was a professor who could really only offer you one thing. 

“Oh,” he replied. He felt silly for not having more to say. 

“Are you upset?” He couldn’t stand to look at your puppy dog eyes as you spoke. 

He was quick to reassure you, maybe too quick, “No, no. Not at all. I just…you didn’t mention you were dating, that’s all.” 

You took a deep breath and said, “Yeah…it was kind of an accident, really. I met him in one of my study groups and we just…hit it off, I guess.” 

“Which class?” Joel asked. 

“Why?” Your brows knitted together and Joel realized it was sort of an unnecessary question. 

“Just curious,” he replied. 

“My U.S. History class,” you answered. “It’s only been about a week of us actually seeing each other…but I wouldn’t feel right-”

He cut you off, “Of course. Yeah, no…this is the right call.” He nodded and went to his desk beside you, starting to put papers into his briefcase. He wasn’t intentionally trying to shut you out, but it didn’t seem there was much more to say. 

“Alright,” you said in an uncertain tone. You slid off the desk, smoothed down your skirt, and picked up your bag. “I guess I’ll…see you around?” 

Joel nodded and said, “see you in class on Thursday.” 

It was nearing the end of the Spring semester, and there were only three classes left. Joel figured those would be the last three times he’d see you. 

—

Back at his house, Joel kicked off his shoes at the front door, and set his briefcase on the foyer table. His home was quiet aside from the pitter-patter of his German Shepherd, Frankie. 

“Hey, Frankie, good boy,” Joel said as he scratched behind the dog’s ears. The dog happily panted up at him, excited to see him home. 

Joel made his way to the kitchen, pulling down a rocks glass from the cupboard and setting it on the counter. He grabbed a large circle ice cube from his freezer drawer, plopped it into the glass, and then filled the cup with a healthy pour of bourbon. 

He sipped it as he walked into the living room, Frankie at his heels. He sank down onto his leather couch and clicked the television on. His dog jumped up with him, curling cozily at his feet. 

After a few minutes, Joel realized he wasn’t paying any attention to the movie that was on. He was only thinking about you. The image of you on his desk was seared into his brain - wide eyes glimmering with tears that had yet to spill over, a pout on your lips, and those damn lace panties winking at him from underneath the short cloth of your skirt. It would have been erotic if it wasn’t so damn sad. 

He started to wonder what the other man was like. Hell, Joel assumed he was more of a boy than a man, but who was he to judge. You had clearly found someone who made you happy and he wanted no part in halting that. 

He continued on with his evening until he grew tired, both physically and mentally. He went up to his bedroom and carried on with his usual nighttime routine, but images of you continued playing in his head. He could hear you say, “I’m seeing someone.” His chest grew tighter each time. 

Joel knew it was probably time for him to start dating again, but it still didn’t feel right to him. He went to close his bedroom door and looked across the hall at Sarah’s room. The door was cracked and he lingered for a bit. 

Sarah had gone off to study abroad last year. Their relationship had grown tense throughout her teenage years, and he wasn’t surprised when it seemed she wanted to get as far away as possible. They didn’t talk often, mostly because of the time change, but also partially because they didn’t know what to talk about when they did try to talk on the phone. 

Joel closed his door with a sigh and crawled into bed. There was a divot on the right side from him sleeping in the same spot every night. 

He thought of you as he fell asleep. He pictured your face, your body, your sweet voice, and as he drifted off in those final moments, he swore he could feel your lips pressed to his. 

—

“Damn it, Ralphie!” one of the guys in the hallway shouted. Joel was making his way to the classroom and outside of one of the study lounges was a group of college kids making a ruckus.

The kid who had yelled looked like he had some sort of drink spilled down his front. The other guy who Joel assumed to be Ralphie, was chuckling and shrugging his shoulders. He held an energy drink that seemed to be the culprit of the mess. 

Joel continued forward, ready to push past the unruly kids, when he spotted you. You were in one of your typical outfits - a tank top with a button-up cardigan over top, and of course, a skirt. It would have been a usual appearance if it were not for the way you were hanging all over Ralphie. Both your arms were wrapped around his one, your fingers slotted through his as you peered adoringly at him. 

Joel’s jaw tensed, especially as he noted that Ralphie seemed to be paying you no mind. You were the only girl in the group and to Joel, it looked like you were being ignored. 

As he moved through the group, you locked eyes with him. It seemed to startle you enough that Joel saw your grip on Ralphie loosen. 

He continued forward and had to try hard to not look back at you as he entered the classroom. As he approached the podium, he noticed his hands were clenched in fists. He had a death grip on his suitcase and had to practically pry it from his own hand. 

Taking a deep breath, he realized just how tightly wound he was. He kept picturing that sorry excuse of a man and how he seemed to pay no mind to the angel on his arm. It made Joel irrationally angry. 

Sure, he could accept you ending the relationship with him. He could even accept you ending the relationship to pursue another man. Joel wasn’t fooling himself about what the two of you were and weren’t. But what he couldn’t accept was you being with someone who wasn’t worth even an ounce of what you had to offer. 

No, that was unacceptable to Joel. And he planned to make that clear to you. 

The class started and ended unceremoniously. He was able to stay attentive and get through the material, but he breathed a sigh of relief when time was up and he was able to depart back to his office. 

In his office, Joel found himself pacing back and forth. The more he pictured you with that boy, the angrier he got. 

Without much thinking, Joel pulled out his phone and texted you. 

What are you doing right now?

Out with friends…why? Everything ok?

We need to talk

You’re sort of freaking me out, Joel. What’s going on? 

Where are you?

Mister Dips

He knew it was a bad idea. Knew that the best thing was for him to just stay away. You had clearly ended things and unlike you, he wanted to respect your wishes. 

Still, he packed up his things and left. Since it was nearing the end of the semester, the school was emptier with some classes already wrapping up. It wasn’t a surprise that you were able to sneak away for a mid-day ice cream. 

Joel got in his car and drove down the road. Mister Dips was a common hangout for students. Numerous times he’d heard students in his class referencing the nearby ice cream shop. 

As he neared it, he pulled off to the side of the road. He didn’t want to cause a scene by driving into the parking lot and approaching you. He figured it might look strange for a professor to show up there in the middle of the day. 

He figured he would just get eyes on you and figure it out from there. He walked to the building next door and casually leaned against the bricks, turning his head so that he could get a view of the picnic tables outside the ice cream shop. 

You were easy to spot, perched atop one of the tables, Ralphie beside you, licking a damn ice cream cone. It was vanilla, and Joel couldn’t help but to watch your tongue as it stuck out of your mouth and swept up the side of the cone, sugary white cream coating your tongue before you lapped it into your mouth. 

Joel felt himself growing tight against his pants and looked away at the traffic in front of him to help his erection ease. He already felt like a creep watching you from down the road, he didn’t need to add anything else to the creep factor. 

Once it went down, he looked back over in your direction. He saw you laugh at something that one of the other guys said, but when you opened your mouth to speak, Ralphie seemed to interrupt. The spark dimmed in your eyes as you directed your vision down to your ice cream, watching it slowly drip down the side of the cone. You looked back up at Ralphie and smiled, extending your ice cream out to him. He nodded and took it from your hand, eating it haphazardly. 

You licked some of the residue from in between your thumb and forefinger. Joel’s mouth watered as he watched you and he had to swallow and rub his temples to calm himself. 

He continued watching for the next few minutes, until Ralphie had the nerve to hand you his trash when he finished his ice cream. You took it from him entirely too graciously and hopped off the bench and walked toward the trash cans, which happened to be in the direction of Joel. 

Joel watched with bated breath, unsure of what he wanted his next move to be until the last second when he lifted his hand in the air and said, “hey.” 

You jerked your head up, frowning as you processed him just a few yards from you. He was shadowed by a large tree overhead, so that anyone back by the ice cream shop likely couldn’t make out who he was. You, however, were close enough to take in his distinct features and broad frame to know exactly who was beckoning you. 

“Joel?” You said, your tone coated in surprise, but you didn’t sound unhappy. 

“C’mere,” he said. 

You approached and replied, “I know I texted you my location…but I didn’t think you were actually gonna show up. Is everything okay?” 

Joel stared as you approached him, begging his desperate hands to stay at his sides the closer you got. 

“No,” he answered, “things are not okay.” 

You looked concerned now and Joel looked behind him, spotting an alley on the other side of the building. “Follow me,” he commanded. 

When the two of you rounded the building into the alleyway, your tone changed to one of demand. “Joel, this is crazy. Tell me what’s going on. I know you’re stubborn and prideful, but damn. I didn’t think me leaving you was gonna cause you to lose your damn mind.” 

Joel whipped around at your comment, one thumb looped into his belt loop and the other coming up to rub at the scruff on his jaw. “Not losin’ my damn mind…also I’m not prideful.” His eyes were narrowed at you, but they softened the longer he stared at you. 

“Okay, then what?” You had your hand on your hip and Joel couldn’t ignore how cute you looked when you were irritated. 

“He’s not good enough for you,” he stated matter-of-factly. 

You paused for a moment, processing what he meant, and when you realized, you scoffed and said, “Really, Joel? That’s what this is about? You don’t like my boyfriend?” 

“He’s not treatin’ you right,” his tone maintained its certainty. 

You rolled your eyes, “Come on, Joel. You’re just jealous. Don’t like seeing me with a younger man, huh?” 

Joel took a quick step toward you and immediately regretted it when he saw the way you flinched. He would never lay a hand on you (not without you asking, at least). 

He softened his voice and said, “Him bein’ younger ain’t got nothin’ t’do with it. I see the way you look at him, and he pays you no damn notice. The man ain’t got an idea what he has. Takin’ you for granted. Makin’ you throw away his trash.” 

You rolled your eyes again and said, “You’ve only seen us a couple times. You have no idea what it’s like when we’re alone.” 

Joel gave a nod and said, “alright then, what’s it like when you’re alone?” 

You stammered for a moment then replied, “Fine…we talk. We get along. It’s fun.” Your lilted tone indicated that you weren’t just trying to convince Joel. 

“Fine?” was all Joel said. 

You turned to walk away and said, “I’m done with this, Joel.” But before you could exit the alley, his fingers were wrapped around your upper arm and pulling you backwards. 

You turned to face him and opened your mouth to likely give him some sort of sass, but then his lips were on you, crashing into yours. Your bodies stumbled into the brick wall behind you, and Joel’s hand came up behind your head to cushion the impact. 

You didn’t seem to care as you reached in front of you and started undoing his belt. He hadn’t expected you to be so receptive, but he wasn’t going to question it. 

Joel was hard as a rock, and he wondered if this was the hardest he’d been in his whole life. You palmed him through the denim and groaned when you felt the thick bulge. 

Joel’s hand came down between your legs and slipped your panties to the side. He dipped one finger into your core and felt just how wet you were. 

“How long you been feelin’ like this?” he asked. 

You sighed and said, “since you brought me back here.” 

Joel smirked and you responded with an eyeroll. He returned his lips to yours, his tongue running along your lips before you opened them and granted him access. You moaned and licked into each other’s mouths, the tension and arousal creating a dangerous swirl between the two of you. 

“Fuck Joel,” you grinded against his hand as he moved it back between your legs, “I need you.” 

Joel kept his hand there but stilled it, your bodily movements creating the only friction. “Say it again,” he said. 

You huffed and said, “I need you, Joel.” 

And with that, he slowly pushed two fingers inside you, opening your walls up. Once his fingers were in fully, he brought his thumb to your clit and started swiping back and forth. You began to move your hips back and forth and Joel groaned as he said, “Thass it, fuck yourself on my fingers…good girl.” 

Your slick was dripping down his hand and he couldn’t help himself anymore. He dropped to his knees in the dirty alleyway and lifted your skirt up and over his head. His nose pressed against your clit as he licked you. 

The slurping sounds were lascivious, but you and Joel didn’t care. He was pretty sure that even if someone walked down this alley, he wouldn’t be able to pull his mouth away from your weeping pussy. 

His tongue pushed into your wet cunt and he pulled it in and out, fucking you as his nose continued bumping into your clit. Your fingers threaded through his graying locks and you began to grind against his face, earning a positive groan from him. 

Joel continued fucking you with his tongue until you came in his mouth and he slurped up everything he could. Before the aftershocks faded, he was standing back up and unzipping his pants. 

You turned to face the wall, placing your hands in front of you and pushing out your ass, but Joel stopped you and turned you around. “Nuh uh,” he said. His pants and briefs were down around his thighs, and he bent down, looping his arms around the back of your thighs and hoisted you up. 

“Need to see you, baby,” Joel hummed against your ear as he brought your body against his. He used the brick wall for further leverage - he was in his 50s, after all, and his body hadn’t gotten stronger over the years. 

You were pressed between his chest and the brick wall, and his hands gripped your ass hard. He lowered you onto his cock and you gasped at the intrusion. 

“Relax for me, sugar,” Joel kissed your cheek as he paused, allowing you to adjust to his girth. 

You took in a deep breath and said, “keep going, please, Professor.” 

He continued lowering you until he was fully in, “There ya go, baby, so good f’me…always so good f’me.” 

He began to bounce you up and down on his thick cock. You laid your head down on his shoulder and let him use you. You could already feel him throbbing. 

“God damn it,” Joel murmured. He wanted to last longer for you, especially given how brief the last time was, as well. But you felt so good, felt like you were made for him. 

You lifted your head and stroked his cheek. He looked into your eyes and continued bringing you up and down on his cock. “He fuck you like this?” Joel asked. 

You shook your head no. 

“He make you come like I do?” He asked. 

You shook your head no, again. 

Joel leaned in to give you a soft kiss before pulling back and looking at you, “he treat you like I do?” 

Joel’s mind thought back to the thoughtful moments between the two of you - the heart he’d occasionally draw on your assignment before handing it back to you, the coffee you’d leave on his desk between classes, how he noticed that your lunch every afternoon was just a protein bar, so he’d started to bring you packed lunches on days you were in his class. 

You shook your head and said quietly, “no, Joel.” You whimpered as his pace picked up. 

Joel could feel you tensing around him, clenching his cock. You buried your face back in his shoulder but Joel said, “look at me.” 

You complied, looking at him as your orgasm overtook you. Joel gripped you harder as your body started to tremble. He loved watching how you’d bite your lip, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head. He knew you always came harder from his cock rather than his fingers. He could feel it as it bumped into your spongy center inside. 

He came closely after you. His fingers had a bruising hold on your ass as he shot his seed deep inside you. “Ugghhh,” he groaned, “fuck, takin’ it so good, baby.” 

He kissed you again, and you kissed back eagerly. When he pulled back he could feel his nerves starting to grow again as he asked, “y’like him?” 

He was still inside of you, he didn’t want to pull out, didn’t want to lose you again. 

But then you said, “not as much as I like someone else.” And you fucking smiled at him. 

Joel’s heart was racing, both from the physical exertion and the meaning of your words. He continued watching you, not saying anything. 

Your eyes awkwardly moved back and forth before looking back at him and saying, “you should probably put me down, Joel.” 

He gave a chuckle and pulled his cock out. His eyes made sure to catch the image of his cum seeping out of you before he let your skirt fall back down. 

“Dirty old man,” you playfully scolded him. 

Joel just smiled sheepishly as he fixed himself up. He kissed your forehead and tucked your hair behind your ear. 

“So,” he said. He looked down the entrance of the alleyway then back at you. 

“I have to go break-up with someone right now,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. 

Joel nodded and said, “good luck with that.” 

You laughed and started walking away as you said, “see ya later, Professor.” 

Joel couldn’t help but smile as he watched you walk away. And while he wasn’t sure what exactly this meant for the two of you, he damn sure felt better now than he did the day before.