Rocio

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Tommy asks, breaking the silence. You two are having lunch on a patio of an Italian restaurant, and usually you’re very chatty but not today. Spinning your fork in a plate of Carbonara, you sigh,

“Last day saddies. I hate to go back. Hate to leave you.”

“Me too, baby. I wish you could stay.” Your boyfriend takes your hand and searches for your eyes. “But soon we’ll always be together, yeah?”

You nod, your face lights up a little. You can’t wait to graduate and move to Austin. Every time you have to return to college you feel like you’re leaving your heart back here. Your last night with Tommy is always restless even if he does his best to tire you out with the most amazing sex.

“What can I do to cheer you up, my love?” Tommy asks carefully and your heart swells hearing his gentle tone, seeing warmth in his eyes which are waiting for an answer. You still can’t get used to how sweet he is.

“This place is great. Thank you for taking me out.”

Tommy leans forward closer to you.

“Maybe you have something else in mind?”

You take a sip of water and think.

“Mm I don’t know.”

Tommy sighs.

“Well, if you think of anything, let me know. I’ll make it happen.”

He gives you a wink and you purr,

“You’re the best, daddy.”

Feeling frisky you glide your foot over his calf under the table and Tommy chuckles, his brown eyes glinting with a naughty spark.

“Bad girl.”

He’s so handsome right now - a white shirt clings to his broad shoulders, his dark curls are moving in the wind. Wishing to capture the moment you take your phone off the table and snap a selfie of you two - a shy smile on Tommy’s face, yours is glowing with love.

Suddenly an idea pops into your head.

“Oh my god! I know! I know what’ll make me feel better!”

Tommy immediately catches your excitement.

“What is it?”

You put your phone down and bite your lip, scared that he’d say no.

“C’mon. Tell me.” Tommy pushes, noticing your hesitation.

“What if.. ehm..we shoot a video?”

Tommy raises his brows.

“Like.. of our day?”

“No, of our night.” Your lips spread into a playful grin and Tommy realizes what you mean.

“Ohhh..”

“Yeahh…” You nod and lean closer to him. Gliding your hand over his muscular arm, you say in a sultry voice, “I’ll watch it back in my dorm when I miss you, daddy…When I’m all alone and needy. So horny for my sexy boyfriend.”

Tommy’s eyes darken, they move to your lips, his cheeks rosy. Then he reaches closer and kisses you.

You melt and gush in your panies as he teases you with light pecks, then swipes his tongue over your lower lip and licks inside your mouth. Two can play this game so being naughty you take his tongue between your lips and suck. Tommy growls and deepens the kiss.

When you part from each other, you both are extremely hungry but not for food.

“Yeah, great idea,” Tommy croaks and takes a swig of his cold beer.

With your pussy still aching, you squeal and clap your hands, attracting attention of some guests.

“What about Joel? Gonna miss him, too?” Tommy asks, taking a bite and glancing at you.

You scoff but the idea of having that hot motherfucker on video makes you lick your lips.

“I won’t miss him-“ you lie, “but… maybe we can invite him?”

“Maybe we can,” Tommy smirks. “Wanna text him?”

“Ok!” You say gleefully and grab your phone.

You have a tripod? You send to the contact named Jerk🍆

You place your phone back, not expecting Joel to answer you soon, that man never checks his messages, but to your surprise your phone vibrates a few seconds later.

Yes. What time we filming?

“What the fuck?” You lift your widened eyes at Tommy. “How does he know what we wanna do? You told him?”

“When? You’ve just come up with the idea.”

“Then how does he..?”

“It’s his superpower,” Tommy chuckles mid-chew. “He’s like a sex psychic. Feels those things instantly.”

Another text from Joel appears on the screen.

??

Shaking your head in awe you text back.

Tonight. Bring the tripod.

It’s 9:30 pm and you’re sitting on Tommy’s bed in his rented apartment. The renovation of his new house is taking longer than he anticipated so he decided to get himself a place. You love this temporary love nest for Tommy and you but you also miss staying at Joel’s. You’ll never admit it though.

The tripod with your phone is standing on the floor by the corner of the bed. The camera is directed at you and already filming, you hit the record button a few moments ago.

The room is dark and like a stage only the bed is illuminated. There are lamps on the nightstands and a bright floor lamp that Joel dragged into the room himself.

“Lightin’ ‘s the most important thing,” Joel stated with expertise in his voice and you wondered how many times he’d used that tripod. And with whom.

To make the atmosphere more sensual you also placed a little mood lamp nearby that now casts a reddish glow onto the bed.

Stage fright makes your stomach churn for a second when you glance at the camera lenses but then you take a deep breath and say loudly,

“Come in!”

Tommy and Joel walk into the room, or rather saunter inside, sex appeal oozing from both of them. Your heart and pussy throb when your eyes slide over your boyfriend. Tommy wanted the video to be special for you so he’s wearing your favorite black shirt with skulls embroidered on the front, white pants, his long hair tied in a man bun. He looks like a snack.

Joel always dresses like a porn star so it’s not surprising that his outfit screams Sex. He’s wearing a barely buttoned shirt over his naked torso and tight dark jeans.

“Howdy, angel.” Joel tips an invisible cowboy hat to you and you roll your eyes at first but then remember the role play you agreed on so you sit up and give the men a sweet smile.

“Hi uncle Joel. Hi daddy.”

You tug down on the hem of a silky robe you have on, feigning modesty, as the men walk around the tripod and come up to you at the opposite sides of the bed.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you doing?” Tommy coos and sits down next to you. Joel keeps standing, hands on his hips, huge bulge at your eye level.

Tommy brushes away a lock of your hair and your skin erupts with goosebumps at the soft touch.

“All good. Just a little sad.”

“Why's that?”

“I don’t wanna leave home. I’m gonna miss you two. And mom.”

Joel barks a laugh but when you glare up at him he coughs into his hand.

“Yeah,” Tommy sighs. “Maybe we can cheer you up.”

You blink at him with fake ignorance and Joel explains,

“Want a present from your daddy and uncle?”

Joel palms himself and Tommy smirks, throwing his brother a knowing look.

“I love presents!” You exclaim and bounce on the bed, making your robe open up a little and expose more of your cleavage.

“Bet you do, little slut,” Joel mumbles, staring at your tits, but you pretend you haven’t heard it.

“What is it?”

“Oh,” Joel climbs on the bed and kneels at your side. “Give me your hand.”

You bite your lip to hide your smile and offer your hand to him. Joel immediately brings it to his bulge.

“Feel it. It’s right here. Waiting for ya.”

The lump under your hand is stiff as a rock and your mouth waters, remembering all the times you had Joel’s cock and balls between your lips.

“It’s big,” You gasp theatrically and glance at the phone.

“Hell yeah, baby. Wanna see?”

Timidly you put your hand away and drop your head down.

“Mm.. I don’t know..”

“Hey.” Tommy pinches your chin and tilts your head up to face him. His pupils are blown as he says. “It’s so hot tonight. Why don’t you take your robe off?” His black eyes roam your still covered body and you wrap your garment around your torso tighter.

“Mom won’t like it if my stepdad sees me almost naked.”

Tommy takes a sharp breath and Joel groans, bucking his hips in your direction. He cups your cheek and you look at him.

“We won’t tell her, babygirl. No one will know.”

“No one,” Tommy promises and his fingers caress your knee.

You pretend to consider the decision and then nod curtly.

You untie the robe and it slowly slides off your shoulders, pooling on the bed. The men grunt and instinctively move closer to you when you reveal your lingerie - a light pink mesh set with little white hearts. Joel growls, taking you in, but Tommy’s eyes get glossy, his voice croaks and he asks,

“Is it..?”

You nod with a warm smile touched by the fact that he remembers. You were wearing it the first time Tommy and Joel fucked you. After the dinner date. One of the hottest nights of your life.

“You’re beautiful,” Tommy gushes, breaking the character and glides his palm over your arm.

“Thank you, daddy,” you drop your head and stare at your thighs.

Joel rolls his eyes and steers the scene back.

“Still too much clothes, niece. Let me help you.” He reaches behind your back and like a magician unclasps your bra in a blink.

“Joel!” You gasp as it falls down, exposing your naked tits. Your chest heaving, you cover yourself with your hands and shake your head.

“No, I can’t do it.”

You grab your robe but Tommy stops your hand and scoots closer to you.

“Whoah, whoah, sweetie, hold your horses.”

“No daddy, I can’t. It’s wrong. My mom wanted you to be a father figure for me.. not… this,” you mewl, still keeping your hands over your breasts.

Tommy climbs on the bed and kneels by your side. He cranes his body to hug you and his lips brush your ear as he whispers,

“I can be anyone you want, but you’ll need to become my little slut first.”

“Daddy…,” you breathe out, your eyes flutter closed, your core puckers, your panties are getting soaked.

Slowly like two predators circling its prey, the men cage you between their broad bodies. You timidly glance up at them, begging for mercy but their gazes are dark and menacing.

“Uncle, please,” you plead but Joel gives you a carnal smile and grabs his bulge.

“M’sorry, sexy, but you’re getting this present tonight.”

His voice is hoarse and lustful, his breath hot on your neck and breasts and your nipples stiffen up from these invisible kisses. Your eyes dart between the men as they’re staring down at you like hungry wolves at a bunny that has nowhere to run. Heat raises in your core and you almost moan.

“And if I try to leave?” You say, your voice is shaky with arousal but it seems like you’re scared. “You two won’t take me by force, right?”

It’s impossible to hide how much this turns you on, your eyes are glazed over with want. Tommy’s voice is quiet but it holds such power over your body, you start trembling.

“If you ask like a good girl we might let you go.”

Your chest is rising and falling, your pussy aches, and you whimper,

“Please. Let me go.”

Joel scoffs and brings his hand to your hair. Your breathing hitches when he softly scratches your scalp. Suddenly he grabs a handful and yanks your head back, making you gasp. His face hovers over yours as he grunts,

“He said we ‘might’ not ‘will’.”

“No!”

Your palms hit his naked chest, you push him away but to no avail. He keeps you in place with the hand in your hair.

“You leave this room when we say so,” he hisses into your face. “And only when your pussy’s full of our cum, little slut.”

You burn up with hot need and move your eyes to the side to see Tommy change the position and get behind you. A muscular arm wraps around your torso, a hard chest hits your naked back.

“He’s right,” Tommy rasps into your ear as his fingers knead your naked breasts and lightly pull on your nipples. “I was too soft with you, my sweet stepdaughter. Gave you what you wanted. Now we gonna take what we need.”

You’re breathing heavily, your lips parted. You didn’t expect them both to be so good at this game and your pussy leaks into your panties, your clit throbs between your folds, and seeking relief, you grind your pelvis against the bed.

“Look at her, brother,” Joel smirks, noticing your pathetic search for pressure. “Rubbin’ her cunt on the sheets. Gonna leave her snail trails all over.”

Tommy tuts and you cry out as a palm on your back pushes you down. You land on your hands and hastily turn around to make weak attempts to fight the men off.

“No, please, I don’t want it,” you beg, glancing up at the phone, your pussy crying. You can’t wait to watch it later.

“I won’t let you!” You scream but not so loud as to attract the neighbours’ concern. After you try to sit up, Joel puts his hand on your neck and holds you down.

“Like we need your permission, dirty whore,” he barks, slapping your tit and drawing a cry out of you. “Tommy’s right. You turned into a little brat. Daddy, no, uncle, no. Fuck this! Our cocks need milkin’ and you’re the best candidate for the job.”

You’re whimpering and fake-sobbing, ready for the brothers to do whatever they want and shaking with adrenaline.

Tommy leans in and whispers, “Is this ok? You good, my love?”

“Yeah… yes.” You nod eagerly, your voice confident. You want them both to be rough with you so much you might cry.

Tommy’s softness makes you push harder and with a fiery gaze you slap Joel’s hand off your neck and hiss,

“Fuck you both!”

You rush to escape but Tommy grabs you and easily manhandles you onto your front. He pushes you into the mattress, his knee on the back of your thighs. You try to snake away but he grabs your wrists and binds them behind your back with his strong hands. Now you’re helpless with your cheek pressed to the sheets, your arms restricted.

While Tommy’s holding you down, Joel starts undressing. When he’s done, his face appears in front of yours. With a usual assholish smile he coos,

“You were so sad before, angel. Bet ya happy now.”

“Jerk!” The word is muffled by the sheet at your mouth, you’re glaring at him, enjoying every second of this.

“No one’s gonna help you,” Tommy smirks, lovingly gliding his warm hand over your asscheek, your see-through panties not covering anything. “You might cry or beg. Your holes are ours tonight. You’ll be lucky if you can walk tomorrow.”

You whine and squirm on the bed, until Joel slaps your ass and you freeze.

“Quit it, niecy. Or I’ll spank it raw.”

Your pupils dilate and Joel notices.

“Ohhh she wants it, bro.”

Tommy scoffs.

“Of course. Bad girls love to be spanked. And this one is naughty as hell.” Even his degradation sounds sweet in his velvet voice. He follows Joel’s suit and gives your ass a juicy slap. The stroke sends rays of pleasure through your pussy and you moan.

The men laugh and you bite your lip, wishing they’d do it again. But Joel has a better idea.

“We’ll spank you more, when our cocks are ruining your tight cunt.”

“At the same time?” You cry out wishing to give them the idea, barely hiding your excitement.

“Not sure you can take us yet. Let’s check, Tommy.” The younger brother pulls your panties down and slides them down your legs.

“No! Stop!” You scream and thrash around, completely exposed now. You have no chance of overpowering them so it takes seconds for the men to manhandle you in the position they want — your naked ass up in the air, your cheek pressed to the bed, they both holding you down. You flinch when someone’s fingers slide between your folds.

“Fuck, she’s dripping wet.” You hear Joel groan behind you. You moan and whine looking up at the camera.

“Let me see.” Tommy gathers some of your slick and swirls his fingers around your clit once, twice, then stops. Your hole clenches with despair but next second he pushes two fingers inside it and begins scissoring you open, getting you ready for god knows what. You settled on the role play before the night but not the details; you wanted it to be a surprise.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and you hear him suck on them, tasting your wet arousal.

“Still too tight. We’ll split her in two,” he mumbles with his fingers still in the mouth.

“Fuck her open, Tommy.” Joel offers your pussy like you’re a cheap hooker and a half sob half moan escapes your lips. The younger brother pushes your legs wider apart with his knee and settles behind you.

“You’re both fucked in the head!” You cry out and try to get away but fail miserably when Joel places his wide palm on your head and pushes down.

“Naughty kitten,” Tommy growls. His hands grab your hips, fingers dig into your soft flesh.

You hear a belt unbuckling, a zipper opening and like Pavlov’s dog you start salivating. He throws his clothes off and then his hot cock lands on your asscheek. You whimper, ready to be pierced.

“Big breaths, little slut,” Joel smirks. “Gonna hurt less if you relax.”

You fake shaky sobs and squeeze your eyes shut, ready to take the meaty cock of your daddy.

And you take it well. Tommy feeds his length to your cunt slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel every rim and vein. He spreads your folds with his thumbs for a better viewing and when his heavy balls hit your pussy you both moan loudly, not hiding how great it feels.

“Damn, sweetie, you’re so tight,” Tommy groans and starts rocking his hips languidly at first, letting you get used to the big cock deep inside you. Joel glides his palm over your back, leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“I’ve fucked lots of cunts, need to test this one out,” he muses and you throw him a glare.

“Man whore,” you spit as jealousy pricks your heart. “Alrighty,” Joel chuckles, “let’s plug this dirty mouth of yours.”

With that he stands on his knees and pulls his dick out. It’s bobbing over your face now, mighty and hard, dropping precum on your cheek, and you want to gobble on it but staying in the role you yell,

“Don’t even think about it! I’ll bite it off!”

“Nah,” Joel smirks, grabbing you by the hair again and pulling your head up and off the bed. “Once you taste this shlong, you’ll ask for more.”

You’re standing on hands and knees now, swaying back and forth with Tommy fucking your pussy. Joel gets in front of you and like a good actor checks if he’s not covering you from the view of the camera. Then he pinches your chin and commands,

“Say Ahhhh. Time to get your present.”

You do it, not without sending him to hell first. Soon you can’t speak though, Joel’s cock taking all the space in your saliva-filled mouth.

The brothers are plowing your holes, sawing their dicks in and out, your eyes crossed from pleasure. Tears are running down your cheeks when Joel pushes his cock all the way into your throat. It’s not your first rodeo so you take his cock like a champ, curling your lips, slurping and drooling. When your lips circle around Joel’s base, his length stuffed in your throat, Joel holds your head in place and grunts,

“Tongue out, angel, lick my balls.” He lifts and holds them pressed to the underside of his cock, on his palm like on a silver platter for you. Your eyes flick to the camera - it better be capturing this. Starting to suffocate, you stick your tongue out under the hard shaft and reach reach reach… until the tip of your tongue glides over the fuzzy skin.

Joel cheers,

“That’s my slut! She’s gifted, Tommy,” he says and both men chuckle. You gag and slap Joel’s thigh. He immediately pulls you off his dick and your saliva streams down your chin and on the bedsheets, your chest heaving as you are wheezing and swallowing air.

“You’re sick,” you croak, your throat fucked already. Your arms and legs are shaking under you, your pussy still being used by Tommy but he’s slowed down, letting you calm down.

Joel pays your comment no mind. He gets off the bed and takes your phone off the tripod.

You understand why when he stands by the side of the bed and directs the camera at your fucked out face, eyes glossy, cheeks tear stricken, lips puffy and wet with spit and Joel’s precum.

“Smileeee,” he sings, mocking you, and when you flip him a bird he chuckles and moves the camera. He starts filming the place where Tommy and you are joined.

“C’mon, little star, show us how good you’re at taking a cock.”

“She’s doing great,” Tommy praises and coos, “Best stepdaughter ever.”

You smile and clench around him, coaxing a groan from the man. Not stopping his thrusts, Tommy leans forward, slides his palm over your juggling ass and arched back, then grabs your asscheeks and spreads them wider apart. You glance back. Joel holds the camera close to your heat and you wish you could see it right now, too — your hole stretched around Tommy’s cock, creaming around his base, you pussy sucking in his fat dick every time he pulls back.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Joel says, looking at the screen. “Bet we can get good money if we stream it.”

Tommy chuckles between heavy breathing and you lift your head.

“No!! No streaming.”

Joel waves you off with his hand.

“Chill, babygirl. I kid. For now,” he adds under his nose and you whine again.

It gets quiet for some time except for the sounds of skin on skin slapping so you turn your head and see the men discuss something without words. Just gestures and eyes.

Tommy pulls out and slaps your ass.

“On your side.”

“Please, can I go?”

Joel sets the phone back on the tripod and replies to your question.

“Ya feel any cum in your holes, slut? If no, then we ain’t done.”

You sniff and get on your side obediently. Joel plops behind you and big spoons you. His arm bonds you to him, his chest by your back, his lips brush your ear.

“Ready for us?” He nibbles on your earlobe while you’re watching Tommy lie down in front of you.

“Daddy, what are you gonna do?”

“We’re gonna spend some time like a happy family. Together.” He smirks and you swallow loudly.

“Who goes first?” Joel gruffs into your neck and Tommy says,

“I’ll start.” Now he turns to you, “put your leg here.” He pats his hip and you do it, mumbling,

“M’scared.”

“It’s ok, sweetie. Daddy’s here.” Tommy leans forward and your lips meet. Your breath catches as you forget about your role and kiss him back sensually.

While Tommy’s kneading your breast, his tongue deep in your mouth, Joel grumbles and pierces you on his cock from behind.

You moan into Tommy’s mouth, adjusting to the hot rod inside you, and he parts from you.

“I thought I was gonna be first,” he snickers.

“The early cock gets the hole.”

“Isn’t it ‘the early bird’?” you ask and whine when Joel rolls his hips and sends his member deeper into you.

“Don’t be a smart ass,” he gruffs into your ear and stops moving. You glance back with confusion in your blown out eyes and he wiggles his brows up and down.

“Waitin’ for your daddy to join us.”

Your mouth pops open and you gasp when Joel rolls onto his back, pulling you with him, his cock still buried inside you. In a flash you’re lying on top of him, your front up.

“What are you..?” You start asking but Tommy cuts you off when he pushes your legs up and Joel grabs your thighs, opening you up for his brother. Tommy settles over Joel’s legs, his cock bobbing, and asks,

“You’re so full already, baby. Think you can take more?”

You shake your head.

“I can’t, daddy. You’re too big. Both of you.”

“No doubt,” Joel mumbles and snaps his hips up. His tip kisses your cervix and you gasp.

“We can do it. I’ll help.”

Tommy gives you a reassuring smile and draws circles around your clit with his leaky tip.

“Oh daddy,” you moan, clenching around Joel’s shaft, making him groan. Tommy keeps pleasuring you with his fat crown, alternating between massaging your clit and slapping it rhythmically. You can’t hold off the heat rising in your core and soon come on Joel’s cock.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” the older brother moans, squeezing you tight in his arms. “I ain’t gonna last, bro, hurry up.”

“Coming,” Tommy smiles watching you jerk with ecstasy hits, proud of his work. He bends down, keeping his weight on one hand that’s planted on the bed, and nudges your already spread hole with his cockhead.

“Daddy, it won’t fit.” You pant after a delicious orgasm.

“It will, sweetie. You just need to really want it, want your daddy and uncle inside you.”

You flood Joel’s cock with your slick as Tommy pushes his tip inside you, his thumb helping to squeeze it in.

“Fuck she’s tight,” he mutters under his breath but doesn’t give up.

“I’ll help,” Joel says and pinches your clit.

You whine and he laughs before his fingers start rubbing your overstimulated bud. You swap his hand away but he brings it back.

“Don’t — slap! Stop it! I’ll just pet your kitty.” It burns for a few moments but soon under Joel’s skilled fingers the pain turns into pleasure and your hole opens up little by little until Tommy’s head disappears inside you. He moans and keeps thrusting forward while Joel is massaging your puffy clit until Tommy bottoms out as well, joining his brother inside you.

“Oh my… you’re everywhere,” you groan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It really feels like this - like they occupy every cell in your body, every nook and cranny.

“Breathe, angel.” Joel reminds you, his big hands cupping your tits. He sounds like he’s on the edge, holding onto the last straw, postponing his climax.

All three of you are panting, bodies glistening with sweat, moaning and grunting in the reddish light of the room.

You flutter your eyes open and look at Tommy hovering over you.

“You can move. Both of you,” you say and Tommy starts fucking you, setting the rhythm for both men. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Joel follows and soon two hard cocks are pumping your poor pussy, stretched to the maximum, crying over them, thumping with your fast heartbeat. Their pushed-together cocks rub every nerve ending you have inside your core and inevitably your walls begin contracting.

Oh fuckkkkk!

Shitttttt!

Aahhhhh!

You moan loudly, the men roar as you start unravelling between them, Joel under you, Tommy over, your pussy squeezing their cocks so hard they almost get pushed out. The brothers keep fucking you through your earth shattering orgasm giving you every last drop of ecstasy.

‘Mgonnacome,” Joel breathes out against your temple and starts spilling his seed against your walls. His dick throbs in your pulsing cunt and Tommy can’t resist any longer. He groans loudly and begins adding his cum to Joel’s inside you. They squirt more and more jizz into your core until it spills out and trickles down your ass and onto Joel’s balls.

All three of you are slowly coming down from your highs, breaths laboured, skin wet with postfuck dew. Sandwiched between the brothers, you lock eyes with Tommy and giggle.

“You did amazing, my love,” he praises you, his face hovering over yours.

“You, too, daddy. I loved every second.”

Joel clears his throat, shifting on the bed under your body, and you roll your eyes and glance back at him.

“You were good, too. Go easy on the jokes next time though.”

“No way. It’s comedy gold in there.”

Three heads turn to your phone which is still filming. Joel slaps your thigh and asks,

“Who wants to watch this shit and then fuck some more?”

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Dinner with Javier’s family is always a lively affair, filled with chatter, laughter, and the steady clinking of forks and knives against plates.

You’re doing your best to keep up, smiling at the stories being shared and listening to the good-natured teasing from his relatives. But then, one of his cousins starts talking about how Javier’s taking on more responsibilities at the family ranch, taking charge now that Chucho is preparing to step down.

He beams as he talks about it. “You should see Javi. Got the whole thing runnin’ like a machine, and he’ll be takin’ full ownership soon, ain’t that right, Javi?”

You freeze, fork halfway to your mouth. Your eyes snap to your boyfriend, searching his face for any hint of explanation, an acknowledgment, anything that might explain what you’re hearing.

But he just nods with a slight, almost bashful smile, as though this was something you should’ve expected, something he had already told you. Except he hasn’t.

Your heart thuds painfully as your stomach twists, an uncomfortable heat spreading across your face. It’s been months of back-and-forth, of what you thought were shared dreams about moving to the city together, finding a way to make things work while your career takes off.

You’d convinced yourself you were on the same page. But here he is, making other plans, without even thinking to tell you.

You try to keep your tone light, but there’s an unmistakable edge in your voice. “Taking full ownership, huh? Guess that’s news to me.”

Javier shifts in his seat, glancing at you with a look that’s half-warning, half-apologetic. “I am his only son. It makes sense,” he responds, very matter-of-factly.

His family’s already watching, sensing the shift in the air, and there’s no pulling back now.

“Funny, I thought we were still talking about our plans to move to the city,” you force a smile on your lips, but the sting behind your words is unmistakable.

He sighs, clearly getting exasperated, looking at you as if to say, Not here. You can feel the weight of everyone’s eyes, the quiet confusion as they look between you both, piecing together the fragments of a conversation they aren’t meant to hear.

You swallow hard, unable to bear the mix of embarrassment and betrayal.

Pushing back from the table, you excuse yourself, your voice tight. “I need a minute.”

You make it inside, rushing up the stairs and into his bedroom, gathering your things with shaking hands. You know he’s going to follow you, and sure enough, a moment later, you hear the door creak open, then his heavy footsteps.

“What the hell was that?” He demands in a sharp tone, confusion and anger lacing his words.

You spin around, dropping your things onto the bed as you plant your hands on your hips. “Why didn’t you tell me about these new plans of yours, Javier?” 

He sighs heavily, hating when you use his full name, rolling his tongue over his teeth as he tries to find the right words. “Because I knew you’d be upset,” he says flatly, as though it’s an explanation that should satisfy you.

That’s his justification for keeping this from you? The anger inside you flares hotter, bubbling over as you let out a bitter laugh. “So instead, I get to sit there like a fool, blindsided, while your cousin tells me about the future you’re planning without even thinking to clue me in?”

“God, would you calm down?” he mutters, frustration tightening his features. “This isn’t something we need to talk about right now.”

You’re practically shaking, hurt clawing at you. “You don’t get it, do you? You said you’d try this with me. You promised we’d make this work together, that you’d support my career—our future.”

“This is me trying!” he snaps back, his voice rising in frustration. “Why are you being so damn selfish? I can’t just leave my pops to run this place by himself. He’s not getting any younger.”

You search his face, trying to understand, but all you see is irritation and defensiveness.

“He has other ranch hands. Other family. You promised.”

His eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer, his jaw clenched. “Why are you making this all about you?” he growls. “If I’d known things would end up like this, I would have left you back in Colombia.”

You’re stunned momentarily, speechless as the weight of his words sinks in.

You shake your head slowly, your voice cold as you look up at him. “You’re a piece of shit, Javier. I can’t believe you would say that to me.”

Your words strike a nerve, a phrase that’s been said to him by plenty of people yet hurting the most when you’re the one saying it. His eyes darken, expression shifting. “What did you just say?” he murmurs, cocking his head as he takes slow steps toward you.

“I said you’re a piece of shit, Javier,” you repeat, steady despite the tremor running through you. “And I’m done with—”

Before you can finish, his hand reaches up, wrapping around your throat tightly yet with careful pressure, and he pulls you close, lips crashing against yours in a kiss that’s unyielding and bruising.

Despite the fury burning inside you, your body responds, helplessly drawn to the passion only he can ignite.

Your hands find his shoulders, gripping tightly as he presses you back against the wall, swallowing the soft gasp that escapes your lips when a few of the photo frames rattle.

His mouth is punishing and you can barely breathe with how tight he’s holding you, but there’s something undeniably thrilling about it that licks right through you, even as the hurt from before lingers.

When he finally releases his hold on your neck, his hands become fervent, moving roughly along your body as if claiming you all over again.

Harshly groping your breasts, moving down to cup your ass— you can’t pull him close enough to let this anger turn into the twisted relief you both need.

Clothes fall away in frantic pulls and tugs, shirts and pants pooling on the floor, discarded and forgotten. Between desperate fingers and tongues, you’re too aware that, if you part, the argument will bubble back up, and you don’t want that to happen yet.

His lips move over your skin, leaving love bites that blaze hot and brand you with the one of a kind feeling of him.

You grip his triceps, nails digging in as you drink each other’s breaths, tasting the tension between you, until you’re bare, and your bodies meet in a tangle of angry lust.

He maneuvers you toward the window, your hands bracing against the glass instinctively, the cold against your chest making you gasp.

He presses against you from behind, his body heat searing, grounding you in the storm of emotions that threaten to pull you under.

Your bare breasts flatten against the window, and the chill of the glass has your nipples puckering.

He spits into his hand, tugging at his cock, running it through the sticky mess of your cunt before thrusting into you, making you take every glorious inch all at once.

You gasp loudly, almost choking on the sound. It’s intense, too much, yet somehow exactly what you need, pulling you deeper into the unfiltered feeling pulsing between you.

You aren’t as wet as he usually gets you, and the burn from the stretch of fitting him inside your tight, wet cunt  mimics the burn you’d felt in your heart at his indifference towards you. His girlfriend.

Javier leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he growls, “If they look over here, they’ll see you taking this cock like a real selfish slut.”

The words have your shivering, shocking and exhilarating, just as he is, and your head tilts back as you let out a strangled, breathy moan.

“Causing a scene in front of everyone,” he tuts mockingly, “¿No tienes modales, gatita?” (Don't you have manners?)

Your fingers splay against the window, nails scratching down the surface, making a grating sound, as he thrusts harder, each punch of his cock against that one specific weak spot is sending you closer to the edge.

His rhythm is exacting and every bit of you is caught between the pressure of the cold glass and the heat of his body.

“Say my name,” he orders, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging it harshly, holding you firm against his shoulder as he glares down at you, eyes glazed over with need and his dark brows pulled together in a frown.

Your scalp stings at the pull, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head and your throat tightens, making it impossible for words to escape you. Your pussy throbs around him, losing the fight against the sensations he’s overwhelming you with.

“Say it,” he demands again, his voice roughened with irritation, but the pace continues to be relentless, borderline uncomfortable, your body bending to his will.

He’s pushed you to a point where you’re nothing but a quivering, whiny mess. The friction of your nipples rubbing against the glass leaves them tender and raw, adding another edge of pleasure-pain.

“Got you all fucked out you can’t even say my damn name.” He chuckles humorously, but it’s drowned out by a low groan as his cock twitches inside of you, the sound of your ass slapping back against his pelvis echoing throughout the room. 

“C’mon gatita, tell me who’s making you feel this good even when you’re pissed off.”

The way he taunts you makes your blood boil, and you have half a mind to turn around and slap him—but it’s so fucking hot and you’re not going to lie to yourself about that.

Instead, you smirk and deliberately clench around him, watching him groan as his fingers tighten in your hair. 

“No seas asi. Say it.” (Don't be like that) He pushes you forward, cheek smushed against the window as his palm presses into your lower back, arching you even more, and that has his cock fucking you at a different angle that is much more overwhelming than the last.

“Ay Javi!” You can’t help but exclaim, some of your saliva landing on the glass from how you spit his name out.

He smirks to himself, that’s all he needs to let his own orgasm rip through him. With one last harsh thrust, he grips your hips, driving deep, a sharp cry breaks free as pleasure shatters through you, your body shaking with release, unable to form a single coherent thought except his name.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, burying his cock fully inside you, his heavy balls pressing against your swollen clit as he fills your cunt with his load.

His forehead falls against your shoulder, teeth then nipping at the damp skin until he’s kissing up to bury his face in your neck.

Your brain is foggy, and it takes a few seconds of you trying to catch your breath before your heart and mind are in sync again and the argument that led to this resurfaces. 

“Javier,” you murmur, your throat scratchy, and you swallow before you can go on, “we shouldn’t have done that.”

He scoffs, pulling out of you, making the both of you hiss. You feel his warm cum leaking from your spent pussy and your thighs twitch, inadvertently making more of it flow out. You quickly bend down to grab your underwear, using it to clean yourself, trying to clear both the physical and emotional remnants of him.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you’re already moving, pulling on your clothes. “I’m done.”

Fully dressed, you watch his expression shift, and it almost makes you second-guess the words you’re about to say. Almost.

“We gave it a shot and clearly, it’s not working. Nuestras prioridades no se alinean.” (Our priorities don't align)

“No seas ridícula,” (Don't be ridiculous) he waves you off and that makes you feel so small. “What’s best for us is to stay here.”

You laugh dryly at the sting of his dismissal. You’re tempted to pinch yourself to check if this is real—wondering if this is the same Javier that practically begged you to come back to the States with him.

He’s not acting like the agent you fell in love with.

“No, what’s best is for us to go our separate ways.” Finality settles into the quiet like stones. “We rushed into this, we let the chase and the sex take the lead without thinking it through.” You shake your head, haphazardly packing to keep from falling apart entirely.

“I should have seen this coming. I’m such an idiot.” Now I see why a handsome man like you was single.

You should have remained the woman you were before him, independent, career focused—the one that avoided relationships like the plague because they only ended in disappointment.

Case in point. 

He remains silent as he watches you pack the rest of your things and it really breaks your heart. He isn’t even trying to stop you.

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You’re lying in Tommy’s bed on your belly, scrolling Insta and waiting for him to be back from the store with snacks and ice cream. His new house is being renovated so he’s still staying at Joel’s which means that whenever you visit him in Austin you’re living there, too. Usually Joel is the most chill host but tonight it’s not the case.

The bedroom door swings open and he stomps into the room, making you flinch and gasp.

“The hell?” you grumble, turning your head to throw him a glare. Joel stops by the bed and the annoyance you’re feeling immediately disappears as soon as you see his naked torso. You clear your throat, get on your side, facing him, and shamelessly take your ex step uncle in. A gold chain rests on his broad muscular chest which is exposed for your hungry eyes and they slide over the expanse of it before moving to his greying happy trail that runs down his stomach and disappears behind a pair of the sluttiest sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. Your mouth salivates when you see his big bulge that’s calling for your hands, your mouth, your pussy.

Joel huffs, clearly noticing his effect on you, so you reluctantly lift your eyes to his face that is, as always, displaying the most assholish expression.

Suddenly you remember that he’s just spooked you with his sudden appearance so you narrow your eyes at the man and scold him,

“Can you knock next time?”

Joel crosses his arms, and you try your best not to moan at the sight of his arm muscles flexing.

“Knock?” he scoffs, towering over you. “I’m in my own goddamn house.”

“So? It’s fucking rude, Joel! What if I weren’t dressed?”

“Oh, c’mon, Angel,” Joel chuckles as his dark eyes roam over over your body, barely covered by a crop top and a pair of tiny home shorts. “The stuff you wear ain’t hiding shit anyway. Besides…” he brushes his tongue over his lower lip and adds, “nothin’ I haven’t seen before here.”

Your scowl disappears and morphs into a playful smile. He’s not wrong. You do love to dress slutty especially in the company of Tommy and Joel. And the older brother has been in your every hole, kissed or licked every inch of your body so your reasoning might sound ridiculous.

“Still… s’rude,” you mumble, doubling down and hiding your smile.

“You can’t even say this shit with a straight face, Angel. Have nothin’ to complain about. Me on the other hand…”

He shoves his big hand into his sweat’s pocket and retrieves a pair of lace panties.

“What are these?” he asks with his brow raised.

You blink slowly and then reply in a bored tone, “These are panties, Joel. Women wear them on their butts.”

“S’ not what I’m askin’,” he gruffs with annoyance, clenching his unshaven jaw and looking unbearably hot. “Why d’I find ‘em on my couch?”

Fire flashes in your core as you remember what was happening an hour or so ago — Tommy was fucking you hard in a mating press, you were sucking on his tongue while his cock was pumping in and out of your weeping hole.

“Tommy and I fucked in the living room,” you say like it’s the most clear thing in the world. Joel puckers his lips and nods with a fake pensive expression on his face.

“What’s your problem? Can’t we do that?” You push, hoping that the information has made him jealous. Joel knows fully well that you belong to Tommy but you get super wet every time you see a glimpse of his possessive side.

Joel places one knee on the bed and tilts his head.

“My problem is….—“ he slowly climbs on it, “— that I come home after a day of hard work—,” he walks closer to you on his knees, “— sit on my couch, ready to watch some trash tv and relax but instead I find these soaked panties.” With his prominent bulge now looming over your head, he brings your underwear to his nose and takes a deep whiff of your scent. “Now I got this —“ he palms his covered hard-on with a free hand and states, “and you have to deal with it.”

You gush into your shorts, hearing his words, your ego flattered by the fact that he got a boner just seeing your panties.

Meanwhile Joel pushes you on your back and climbs on top of you, making his chain swing. Heat, radiating in waves from his half-naked body, sets your core on fire, his scent envelops you, your mouth waters and pussy cries, wanting to be ruined by him.

But it wouldn’t be you if you complied so easily, so you put your hand on his hot chest and stop him from mounting you. His palms planted on the bed at your shoulders, he’s hovering over your body, breathing heavily, and the vein thumping on his forehead tells you he’s not happy to be edged.

“Who told you I wanna deal with your hard-on?” you scoff, getting on his nerves so he’d give it to you good and hard. “Go jerk off like a normal guy. I’m not a fleshlight you can fuck whenever you please.”

Joel chuckles darkly, his gaze focused and intense.

“‘K”.

He lifts himself off you and for a second your heart tightens. Is he going to leave now? You’re horny as hell! You need his cock!

Suddenly Joel grabs your shorts and pulls them down your legs, making you cry out and leaving you completely exposed from your waist down. With his strong hands he pushes your legs apart and his eyes land on your pussy.

“Hnggg.. look at this wet cunt. Something tells me she’s been waitin’ for me to come and fuck ‘er.”

You try to close your legs but Joel holds them open and you don’t really want to fight him so all you do is roll your eyes at his comment.

For a few moments Joel just sits there, staring at your pussy, then his lips spread into a wolfish grin as he gruffs,

“Gimme a wink, baby.”

You know Joel too well to understand that he’s not talking to you.

“She doesn’t want you,” you lie but your body acts on its own accord and you clench around nothing, giving Joel just what he wants.

“Good girl,” he praises not you again and then suddenly frowns. “Wait… What the…? Why she empty?”

“Huh?” You blink at him, not understanding what he’s talking about, until it dawns on you that he’s surprised by your empty pussy. His confusion is understandable — you’re always fully cum-stuffed when you stay with the brothers in Austin.

“Oh! I asked Tommy to come in my mouth.”

You lick your lips remembering the sweet taste of your boyfriend’s load sliding down your throat and almost purr with pleasure.

“Right…,” Joel mumbles, gliding his big warm palm down your inner thigh, sending shivers all over your body. “Little slut was thirsty?”

You smile at the pet name and then moan when Joel covers your pussy with his hand and coos,

“Let’s fill ‘er up then.”

You gasp when he grabs you and pulls you up. He places you like a doll on his lap and dizzy with a whiplash you grab onto his big shoulders for stability, straddle him and whimper at the feel of his steel muscles under your palms.

“What are you…?” You start but Joel immediately lets you know what he’s about to do by pulling his huge cock out of his sweatpants.

You drop your head to take in the sight of his gorgeous leaking dick and your whole body tingles with anticipation.

“Someone’s excited,” you smirk, nodding at his hard cock.

“Told ya. Your damn soaked panties..” He gets comfortable on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, manhandling you as if you weigh nothing. Meanwhile you tut, shaking your head,

“You don’t need much these days, huh, Joel? What’s wrong? Dry spell? No one in Austin wants to fuck you in a bathroom stall at the bar?”

Joel flashes you a glare and grabs your cheeks squishing them with his fingers.

“Shut it, Angel,” he gruffs, his hot breath fanning your wet lips. “Or I’ll plug it up.”

His cock won’t be the first in your mouth today and you know well that ‘the more the better’ so your lips twist into a pleased smile as he lets go of your face.

Then Joel’s hands slide down to your naked ass and he lifts you by your asscheeks, positioning you over his stiff bobbing cock.

Biting your lip you lower your hips slightly and rub your wet pussy against the hot crown. His precum mixes with your wetness as you move your hips back and forth, not giving Joel what he wants, only coating his tip with your slick.

“Quit teasin’, little slut,” Joel hisses and roughly pushes your hips down.

You choke on a moan as your pussy swallows his giant cock in one go. You feel so full so fast that your breath hitches. If Tommy didn’t fuck you earlier you’d be probably split in two by Joel’s giant cock.

“Oh my God, Joel!” You slap his naked shoulder as you exclaim. “I can’t take you just like that!”

“See? You can,” the man smirks with his voice strained. “Sittin’ on it nice and pretty, baby.”

You mewl and drop your head to look at the place your bodies join. Joel’s trimmed pubic hair tickles your spread folds and you shift a little, rubbing your clit against his hairy lower belly.

“You’re such an asshole..,” you mewl, digging your nails into his shoulders, thrusting back and forth, stimulating your sensitive bud and slowly putting out the fire of the stretch in your core.

Joel’s brows pulled together, his jaw slackened, he’s looking down at your pussy, and you moan as your pleasure multiplies by the affect you have on him.

“Fuck…feel so good… wet and warm for your uncle.”

You roll your eyes at what he still calls himself but you both know that the depravity of the fact that he was a member of your step family just a few months ago drives you both crazy with lust. You gush around his cock but mumble under your breath,

“Thanks. Jerk.”

Joel looks at your face and when your eyes lock he coos,

“Been thirsty, Angel? Gulped down Tommy’s load like a milkshake? Now… are you hungry?”

He tilts his head and commands, “Open up.” You expect him to put his thumb between your lips like he often does so you could suck on it while riding him and you obediently part your lips but to your surprise instead of his thick digits he stuffs your panties into your open mouth.

“Mmmm..!” Your protest is muffled by the fabric and when your hands fly up to take the underwear out Joel grabs your wrists and holds them securely behind your back. All you can do now is groan and thrash on his lap and Joel chuckles, watching you struggle — pierced by his fat cock, the wet panties in your mouth, your hands restricted by his strong grip.

“Look at you,” he smirks, brushing your spread lips with his thumb, gloating at the way you’re fruitlessly trying to spit the panties out of your mouth. “Finally stuffed your dick-sucking hole... now let’s work on another one. Start bouncin’, Angel.”

He roughly tugs at your neckline, exposing your naked tits, then bucks his hips and sends his cock so deep inside your core, your eyes roll to the back of your head and a needy moan crawls up your throat.

“That’s what I like hearin’. Should plug your mouth more often.” Joel tilts his head and says, “Maybe it’s gonna be my new house rule. You walk in and get immediately gagged. With a cock or somethin’ else, your choice.”

He barks a laugh as you’re frowning and grunting, your eyes throwing daggers at him, but as soon as Joel slightly rocks his hips and his cock massages your walls you quickly go back to being a complete mess.

“Mmmm,” you whimper and flood his dick with your juices.

“M’jokin’ baby, relax,” Joel mumbles, visibly trying to hold himself back from fucking your brains out. The man loves edging you even if it means edging himself.

He brings his mouth to the side of your neck, licks your skin there and then drags his lips along your jawline so slightly it tickles. He brings his face to yours, and looking into your eyes, whispers, “Love your sharp tongue too much to do that.”

Your heart flutters when you hear his words and for a second you feel glad that you can’t speak. The things he’s making you feel right now with your heart and your body intoxicate you like the strongest drug so who knows what you’d blurt out under its effect?

Not being able to kiss you and probably regretting it, Joel licks your cheek and you lean into his touch with your eyes shut. Your pussy is clenching like crazy around Joel’s length, the ache is getting unbearable, and lifting on your knees, you start slowly moving up and down his cock.

“Fuck yeahhh,” Joel groans, making you clench even harder. “Like that, Angel. Ride it.”

You don’t need any encouragement— you’re feeling so good you’d die if you stopped. Still holding your wrists together Joel grabs the back of your neck with a free hand and leaves a hickey on your neck. You’re whimpering, picking up the pace and soon you’re bouncing on the man’s cock while he’s watching his dick spear your wet pussy again and again and again.

“Fuck! She’s stretched just like your pretty lips, angel,” Joel says as his obsidian eyes are hungrily sliding over your body— your tits jiggling with every bounce, your face twisted by pleasure, your pussy sucking in his glistening cock, leaving a creamy ring around the base.

Joel groans when you change the rhythm, slow your movements down, and begin riding him steadily and languidly.

Soon heat starts rising in your core but you need more to reach your peak. Unable to speak, you search for Joel’s eyes with a plea in your gaze, begging him to take you there.

“What is it, babygirl?” He asks as his eyes glint with mischief. “Need uncle’s help?”

You nod your head eagerly, your brows pulled together in concentration, and Joel immediately slides his palm down your belly and to your needy clit. He kisses a corner of your gagged mouth and stays there — his forehead pressed to your temple, his nose at your cheek while his thumb gently swirls around your clit, sending a moan up your throat. A few moments later he picks up the pace and begins rubbing your bud with a perfect rhythm and pressure.

You’re whimpering and almost crying from pleasure and wanting to see you better, Joel frees your hands, rests his back on the bed and watches you ride his cock, while his thumb is working your puffy clit.

“Damn… squeezin’ me… keep goin’, baby, keep bouncin’. Gonna give you so much, you’ll be leakin’ for days.”

“Mmmm..”

You don’t dare and don’t want to take the panties out of your mouth so you place your palms on his strong chest, find a perfect angle and roll your hips slowly and deliberately, massaging your pussy and his cock. A powerful wave soon hits your core and you’re seeing stars, mewling and trembling on Joel’s throbbing cock, while he groans and keeps stroking your puffy clit.

After a loud roar Joel follows you and you feel his warm cum hit your walls like a tsunami. He jerks with every rope his cock’s squirting into you and your pussy spasms around it, milking him, emptying his big balls. After some time his load starts to inevitably leak out of your hole while you’re jumping on his cock and your stuffed pussy is squelching loudly as you’re riding out your climax.

When the pleasure stings you push Joel’s hand away from your clit and spit the panties out of your mouth.

You don’t even notice Tommy entering the bedroom at first. You’re breathing heavily, still sitting on Joel’s cock, spent and drunk on endorphins. Joel looks at something behind you and you turn back to see Tommy leaning against the door frame with a smile across his handsome face, the sight of his girlfriend cockwarming his brother's dick not bothering him at all.

“Keeping her busy, Joel?” Tommy smirks, walking up to you and cupping your cheek. You’re staring up at him, probably looking like a mess with your clouded eyes and puffy lips.

“She needed fillin’,” Joel throws to Tommy and gently pulls you off him. He tugs his cock back into his sweats and gets up.

“He gagged me, daddy!” You complain with a pout, sitting down on your heels and feeling Joel’s cum slowly seep out of your hole.

Tommy’s voice is both curious and strained, he must be turned-on seeing you half naked and fucked out, as he coos at you. “Did he? With what?”

You nod at the panties next to you on the bed and Tommy turns to Joel with widened eyes.

“Was yappin’ too much…,” Joel mutters, adjusting his cock. Then he looks down at you and gruffs,

“Don’t leave your wet panties around my house—,” he leans down to your face and lowers his voice, saying, “—or next time I’ll stuff ‘em into your sloppy hole.”

Your pussy clenches, your jaw drops and by the eager look in your eyes Joel realizes that you’re absolutely not against the idea.

“Damn,” he chuckles, turning to Tommy, “she’s up for anythin’, huh?”

“She’s … adventurous,” Tommy smiles, looking at you with heart eyes, and you bite your lip, melting under his loving gaze. Your boyfriend bends over and you meet him halfway for a soft kiss. You purr at the taste of his lips and part from him only when you hear the older brother walking out of the room.

“Joel!” You call for him, your arms still wrapped around Tommy’s shoulders. “Movie night?”

The man stops by the door and turns around.

“Depends. If you wanna watch some drama or another romantic snoozefest I’d rather kill myself.”

You scoff, grabbing your shorts and putting them on.

“And what do you wanna see? Some stupid 80s action movie that reeks of toxic masculinity?”

Tommy sighs, sensing an upcoming argument. Soon all three of you head downstairs to the living room, Joel and you bickering non stop over a movie choice.

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“Are you sure this is going to help?” You pulled your scarf tighter around your neck as you shuffled through the snow-covered driveway that your husband still had not shoveled. It was a particularly cold day with temperatures dipping down into the single digits, and you were too flustered to chastise him about his one household chore that he still never seemed to complete.

Your husband balked at your question, yanking open the driver’s side door and dropping into the seat. He was hesitant himself and he nervously scratched at the back of his neck - a tell of his that drove you crazy. “I don’t know, I think so…Jeremy said that it worked for him and his wife. He said this guy is great.”

“That’s the other thing,” you commented, “Why does it have to be a man we’re seeing? That’s going to be so uncomfortable for me, don’t you think?” It was your husband’s idea to do this, and you’d nearly dropped the skillet full of scrambled eggs on the morning that he asked if you’d go to sex therapy with him. You’d practically begged your husband to go to therapy before, on his own. You’d had your own therapist for a couple years now, and found the space to be beyond helpful in processing your week-to-week stressors (most of which revolved around the man sitting beside you). Each time you brought it up to him, he waved his hand in dismissal, as though it didn’t even warrant consideration. But of course, once your sex life started dying, then therapy seemed like the greatest idea on the planet. Typical man, you’d thought to yourself. 

“Jeremy said his wife loves the guy. He said that she even started seeing him individually sometimes, too.” He came to a stop at a red light and moved his hand from the steering wheel to your knee, squeezing in support. “It’ll be fine, babe.” 

You had to fight to not roll your eyes. “Really?,” you asked, “Lisa likes him that much? I didn’t think couples counselors were supposed to see them individually though?” 

“Well, this guy’s not really a couples counselor. It’s sex therapy. That’s different, I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders and you immediately wondered why you’d rely on him for any information surrounding the ethics of therapy. 

“I guess,” you muttered, looking out the passenger window and letting your mind wander until the car pulled up in front of the counseling center. 

New Hope Counseling Center

There was a wooden oval sign out front painted a calming shade of green. Underneath the name of the center were the words: Joel Miller, LCSW, CST

You didn’t know what the hell the letters meant, but it made him sound knowledgeable. You took a deep breath after exiting the car, trying to calm your nerves and prepare for whatever the hell was about to happen inside that building.

“You ready?,” Dave asked, meeting you at the front of the car and then taking your hand. 

“As ready as I can be, I suppose,” you muttered, walking up the wooden porch steps and to the front door of the quaint building. 

Once you were inside, the smell of lavender helped to soothe you along with the sound of the waterfall wall in the lobby. It was made of stone, with dark wood along the top and bottom. A collection of stones sat at the base, with water trickling down the ridges of the stone wall and then in between the cracks of the rocks. A warm, yellow light glowed underneath the top piece of wood. You studied it while Dave signed the check-in sheet, coming to take a seat beside you when he was done. 

No one else was in the lobby, which you supposed made sense given that it seemed that Joel was the only therapist who worked here. Aside from the waterfall, there was another sound machine in the seating area, as well as one by the door leading back to what you assumed was his office. 

“I filled out the paperwork online,” Dave said offhandedly, studying one of the oceanic paintings on the wall. 

“Oh,” you said, slightly surprised that he would fill it out without you. “We weren’t supposed to do it together?”

He turned to look at you, a look of worry flashing across his eyes, “Oh shit. I didn’t even think about that.” He bounced his leg, another nervous tic of his that had turned into a pet peeve of yours. “I’m sure you would’ve said the same things I put down. We…we know what the issues are, yanno?” 

You just sighed, giving a single nod of your head and looking at the door. You had an inkling that you and Dave actually didn’t see it the same way, at least not entirely. The clock ticked behind you and you started chewing on the inside of your cheek. This hour could not be over quick enough.

Just as you felt you were about to crawl out of your skin, the door opened. A tall, broad man stepped through the doorway, keeping it open behind him as he made slow strides toward you and your husband. He was wearing a blueish gray button up with the arms rolled up, and a white t-shirt underneath, along with denim jeans. It was a more casual look than you had expected, but it put you at ease, and you wondered if it was intentional. 

He smiled, outstretching his hand toward you first, “Hi, I’m Joel. It’s nice to meet you.” There was a twinkle in his eye and you simultaneously found your shoulders relaxing and your stomach tensing. 

“Hi,” you returned with a smile and introduction. Your husband did the same and then the two of you followed him into his office. 

He stepped to the side as you entered, shutting the door softly and then motioning with his hand toward the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable.” He walked over to a small table on the opposite side of the room. There were assorted glasses and mugs, along with a pitcher of water and a keurig. “Would you like some water? Tea?” 

“Water would be great,” you and your husband both chimed at the same time, exchanging some nervous laughter. 

Joel smiled, studying the two of you for a moment before turning back toward the table and pouring two glasses of water. You noticed he already had a steaming mug beside his chair with a tea bag draped over the edge. 

“Today is more of an introduction,” he said as he carried over the glasses of water, setting them in front of you on a rectangular coffee table. “How far we get sort of depends on the two of you. You get to decide the pacing. I’m simply here to accompany you.” He was looking back and forth between you both, his eyes soft but clearly assessing. “Do you have any questions for me before we get started?”

Silence. 

“Okay then, I took a look at the paperwork you both filled out. Thank you for that, by the way.” His smile widened then softened again. He picked up a clipboard, flipping through some of the pages. “What was it like for the two of you t’fill this out?” 

“Uhh,” your husband swallowed nervously. “I sort of…filled it out on my own.”

“Oh.” Joel’s eyebrows raised and he looked from Dave to you. “Any…particular reason for that?” He looked back at Dave.

Dave exhaled, the air puffing through his lips as he shook his head side-to-side. “Not really, no…This uh, this whole thing was kinda my idea and…I didn’t know how much input she’d really wanna have.” 

You knew he was being honest, but his answer irked you, nonetheless. 

“Is that true?” Joel looked at you now. 

“Um…which part?,” you asked genuinely.

Joel shrugged one of his shoulders and tilted his head, “All of it. This was his idea and you don’t have any input?”

His questioning didn’t feel invasive. It felt genuine and you were surprised with how honest you wanted to be with him.

“Yes and no,” you responded. “I’ve suggested him going to therapy before, and I’m in therapy of my own. I guess I would’ve liked for him to have individual counseling before us doing any sort of therapy together, but…he has his priorities, I suppose. And I do have input. I would have liked for us to fill the paperwork out together.” 

Joel nodded, not speaking yet as he leaned back into the plush of his chair. He directed his vision to Dave who squirmed under his gaze, unease clearly creeping in. Joel’s look was not one of judgment, but of curiosity, clearly waiting to see how Dave was going to respond to what you had just said. 

“I, um,” he stammered as he scratched at his neck, “I should’ve at least shown you the paperwork…asked if you wanted to complete it together. I’m sorry.” He looked at you with genuine remorse in his eyes.

You gave a small, forgiving smile as you replied, “That’s okay. Thank you.” 

Joel allowed another moment of pause before he took a deep breath and sat forward in his chair. “Well, since you didn’t get a chance to see the forms yet…I’ll read you what Dave put down as the presenting concerns, and then you can tell me if you have anything to add. How does that sound?”

You nodded and said, “Okay.”

“Lack of intimacy, only having sex about once a month, difficulty finishing, lack of communication surrounding sex.” Joel looked up from the paper to you. You took a sip of water, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “What’s your reaction to that? Anything to share or add?”

You cleared your throat, setting your water glass back onto the table. “Um, not really…that about covers it.”

“That about covers it?,” he asked without missing a beat.

You drew in a breath and said, “Well, I think there are also some miscommunication issues, and uh, general dissatisfaction…” The last word was practically whispered. 

Dave turned to you. “Dissatisfaction? Like…because you have trouble finishing?” 

You squirmed in your seat. It was very quickly becoming uncomfortable and you looked to Joel for help. 

Joel took your cue and leaned forward. “Why don’t we try something?”

You both looked at him expectantly, as though he had a magic wand he could wave that was somehow going to fix all of your problems, despite how absurd you knew that was. 

“This is a judgment-free space, okay? This exercise will help me assess what’s going on in the bedroom with you both, since obviously I don’t get to witness that myself.” Your mouth was suddenly dry again. “Dave, I’d like for you to write down all of the things you do for her during foreplay. And you,” he pivoted his body toward you, handing you a pad and pen like he had just handed your husband, “I want you to write down all of the ways in which you like to be touched during foreplay.”

You both sat there for a moment, neither of you writing anything. Dave was clicking the pen in his hand while bouncing his leg. In that moment, you became acutely aware of what the issue was with your sex life. You didn’t know what you liked, and Dave didn’t care.

It was only one minute, but it may as well have been ten. Joel decided to put you both out of your misery, reaching his hands out to retrieve the writing materials before setting them on the table and looking between the two of you with a calm expression. 

“That is the issue. You both are right. There are certainly issues surrounding communication…and probably everything else on that list, too. But furthermore…you need to know what you want with sex,” Joel looked at you, “and you need to be curious enough to want to know what your partner wants during sex.” He looked at Dave. 

You both nodded, and you didn’t need to look at Dave to know that he probably had heat rising to his cheeks. Joel spread his legs, leaning back in his chair, his elbow propped on the arm rest as he thoughtfully chewed on the tip of his pen. Your breath hitched when you saw him scan you up and down.

“How-” You nervously cleared your throat again. “How do I figure out what I want?”

Seeming to disregard your question, Joel gave one of his own, “When was the last time you climaxed?” 

You gave a nervous sideways glance at Dave before clarifying, “Um, on my own…or with Dave?”

“Wh-but I thought…What do you mean on your own? You tell me all the time that you’re not in the mood and have a low sex drive…” Joel intervened. 

“Dave, Dave…I know this can get confusing, and at times emotional, but this is about her right now, okay? I read everything you put in the paperwork, I’ve yet to hear about her experience. And I’d like to also mention that there is a distinct difference between desire for masturbation and desire for sexual intercourse. They are two separate processes, okay?” Joel’s voice was calm, steady, but also stern in a way that had you unknowingly clenching your thighs.

“Please,” Joel motioned to you gently with his hand, “continue.”

“I masturbated last week, and it took me a while…like a long while, but I was able to come.” Joel nodded, encouraging you to continue. “Um, with Dave…” You felt Dave shift on the couch, clearly uncomfortable, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. “Probably, um…” The longer it took you to answer, you saw Joel’s face drop. His expression softened and he leaned back with a sympathetic sigh. 

“Okay then,” he said softly. He set his pad and pen down on the table beside him then lifted up his mug to take a sip of his tea.

“What do you mean okay then?,” Dave asked. “She didn’t answer the question.”

Joel took in a breath, exhaling slowly as he replied, “She did.” He looked at you. “Didn’t you?”

You bit your lip and gave a small nod, finally glancing at Dave. He looked devastated. His eyes were wide, a defensive look on his face, but his body language said it all with his slumped shoulders and fidgeting hands. 

“You mean you…” He was clearly having difficulty getting the words out. “I’ve never made you come?”

Your eyes watered at the realization that you were crushing him, something you never intended to do but worried would happen when you came here. 

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered. 

Dave put his head in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees. “Don’t-you have nothing to be sorry for.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry. Jesus…I had no idea.”

There was a quiet, sad moment that Joel allowed to fill the room briefly before sitting up straighter and saying, “There’s a solution here.”

Dave picked his head up from his hands, looking at Joel. “There is?”

Joel nodded, “There is. Now…it might seem a little unorthodox at first. Couples are usually skeptical when I first mention it. But it has a one hundred percent success rate.” 

Both of you perked up, hope slowly sliding over the despair. Dave sat up straight on the couch, his hand came to rest on your knee and he gave it a reassuring squeeze as he said, “We’ll do anything.” You nodded in agreement. You loved Dave, you really did. Sure, he annoyed you. Sure, sometimes, well maybe a lot of the time, you thought he was an idiot. But, you knew he cared for you. He made sure you felt it every day. Just…not in the bedroom.

“Okay. This is…hands on. It’s sort of like a mixture of exposure therapy and psychoeducation. Dave, you’ll be learning, and…” he directed his eyes to you, “you’ll be experiencing.”

You and Dave exchanged nervous glances, his hand slipped off your knee as your jaw fell open.

—

You weren’t quite sure how it happened, but there you were, laying on your therapist’s couch with your pants and shoes off, as he sat beside you with your feet in his lap. Dave was sitting in Joel’s chair now, nervously bouncing his leg and continually scratching and rubbing at the back of his neck. 

“We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to, alright? I’m gonna be checking in with you a lot. You tell me the minute something doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop, okay?” Joel’s hand rested on your ankle, a light but anchoring touch.

Nodding your head, you replied, “Yes, Joel.”

“The goal here is for you to start to figure out what touch feels good, and what kind of touch doesn’t feel good. I want you to rate it for me, okay? One means you don’t like it, two means that you like it a little bit, and three means that you love it. No safe word, you’re just gonna say ‘stop’ at any point that you need to. I’ll ask consent before everything that I do. Do you have any questions?” 

“No, just a little nervous.” 

“That’s understandable. If that nervousness persists throughout, you let me know, okay?” He gave a gentle squeeze to your ankle and you nodded with a smile. 

“Do you have any questions?” Joel was looking at Dave now, who simply shook his head no. His eyes were wide and watching you, trying to assess whether you were actually okay with this. 

“Let’s begin, then,” Joel said as his hand trailed up your leg, just his fingertips brushing your bare skin. “Is this okay?” You nodded. “Rating?”

“Two.”

He added his second hand, now skimming his fingers up and down both of your shins. The touch was light, not ticklish but clearly causing some sort of reaction as you could feel goosebumps erupt across your skin. 

“May I go higher?” His voice sounded present but detached at the same time, as though he was asking you if you wanted him to refill your water glass. 

When you gave permission, his fingertips brushed against the tops of your thighs, running up and down from the crease of your hips to your knees. It was slow, gentle, and sensual. 

“Rating?” 

“Two.”

“Is it alright if I lift your shirt, just right beneath your bra?” You’d expected him to touch you between your legs next, so you were somewhat surprised but gave him the affirmative.

He gently pushed up your shirt, stopping right at the underwire of your bra. The air was cold against your newly exposed skin and you inhaled, slowly releasing the breath and trying to relax yourself. 

“That’s it,” Joel encouraged. “Doin’ great for me.” 

His praise went straight to your cunt and you gulped as you felt yourself clench. Joel noticed immediately. 

“Do you like that?,” he asked, making eye contact. “The praise?”

“I-I guess so…” It was news to you.

He gave an encouraging smile then looked to Dave. “Did you hear that?”

“Yeah…” Dave sat up a little straighter, trying not to bounce his leg anymore. “So like…tell her what I like? Or how she’s doing a good job?”

Joel nodded and said, “Exactly. Other examples might be like: such a good girl, that’s my pretty girl, just like that, you feel so good, look at me and let me see those pretty eyes…You get the idea.” He spoke the words soullessly and yet, you felt yourself dripping against the fabric of your panties. 

He turned his attention back to you. “What’s your rating of that? The praise.”

There was a slight quiver to your breath as you said, “Three.”

Joel smiled, a sparkle spreading across his face. “Perfect.”

One of his hands spread across your stomach, he rubbed in circles, and then back and forth across the smooth skin with his whole hand. “Rating?” 

“Mm..one?” 

He nodded, removing his hand and then just using his fingertips to trace around your abdomen. “Rating?” 

“It’s not really doing anything for me…so, one again?” 

“Yep. That’s right.” He reached across your legs to pick up his tea from the coffee table. He took a sip, set the cup back, then looked at you again. “Would you mind turning around so that your head is in my lap?” 

“Okay,” you answered softly and sat up, pivoting on the couch and then laying down again. You were looking up at his face, and for the first time, really taking in all of his handsome features. 

“Just like that, good,” he spoke in a low voice. It had more timber to it than previously and you couldn’t help but wonder if this did anything for him, too. 

He cleared his throat, as if bringing himself back to reality. This close to him, you really felt the heat emanating from his body and could see the bob of his throat as he swallowed. He looked down at you and gave a reassuring smile. “Ready to continue?” 

His fingers were in your hair a moment later, firmly rubbing against your scalp. He moved from the front to the back, fingers massaging through your strands of hair. It felt euphoric and your eyes fluttered closed while you leaned in to the touch. 

“Like that?,” he rumbled from his chest.

“Mhhm,” was all you could manage to push out, enjoying the sensation too much to put coherent words together. 

“Rating, please,” he requested. Without much evidence for it, you got the feeling that he was holding back saying more. 

“Three,” you practically moaned, catching yourself and opening your eyes to look at Dave. 

Joel picked up on your cue. “How are you doing, Dave?” 

“Um, I’m fine.” He tried to give you a smile, but you could see the hesitancy in his expression. 

“And you?,” Joel asked. 

“I’m good.” You looked up at him and when your eyes met, something flashed across his expression but it was gone before you could even assess what it might be. 

“Can I touch your face?” His question caught you off guard for a moment. You’d forgotten that he wasn’t going to just explore your body on his own. 

After giving your permission, Joel’s hand ran down your jaw, his fingertips brushing against the bone before trailing to your chin, and then his thumb ran a line across your bottom lip. He repeated this on the other side before bringing both hands to your temples, massaging and then running down the sides of your face. “Rating?”

“Two,” you spoke softly, feeling a little sleepy from the soothing touch. 

His hands smoothed across your jaw again, then came to your earlobes, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger then massaging. Goosebumps once again rose across your body. “Rating?”

“Two,” you said even softer. 

“Are you okay with removing more clothes? It’s okay if not. We’re about to move on to the next part, if you want.” 

Dave chimed in before you could respond. “How many parts are there, exactly?” 

Joel looked at the clock. “Four, but given that we only have about thirty minutes left…we’d either need to extend our session today, which I can accommodate, or continue next week.” 

“We can extend.” The words left your mouth before you could think much of it. You shot a worried look to Dave as you added, “If you’re okay with that.”

Dave took a breath, hesitating for only a moment before he raised his hands and said, “Hey, if this is gonna help…I’m all in.” 

“That’s nice,” Joel commented, “I can tell the two of you really care about each other.” 

You and Dave exchanged looks of adoration, and then Joel brought you both back to the present situation. “If you want to move forward, you can go ahead and remove your shirt, whenever you’re ready. No pressure at all.”

Sitting up, Joel placed his hand on your lower back, helping to support you as you raised your arms above your head and slipped off your shirt. “Bra too?,” you asked, your cheeks turning a shade of pink.

“If you would like,” he responded kindly. 

You looked at Dave who nodded, then reached behind your back, unclasping your bra. When you laid back down on Joel’s lap, you saw him trying not to look down at your chest initially. 

“Is it alright if I touch your breasts?” 

“Yes.” It came out breathier than you had intended.

Joel’s warm hand landed on your chest, but his hand was so large that his fingers still ran onto the soft flesh of your breasts. He rubbed slow circles. Your eyes fluttered closed again, and then you felt his hand move down to your right breast, his arm stretched across your chest as he began to knead, his fingers slowly squeezing and releasing. His thumb moved across your nipple which was already perked up from the cold air. 

You let out an exhalation as he continued to strum his thumb across your nipple. His other hand now came to your other breast, kneading it as well before playing with your nipple. 

“Rating?” You felt movement underneath your head, and while you weren’t positive, you thought there was a good likelihood that it was his dick.

“Two…” He continued playing with your nipples and you squirmed on the couch. “Three.”

“Yeah?,” he confirmed, now pinching your nipples and tweaking them with his fingers. 

“Mmm,” a real moan escaped your mouth as your back arched. 

“Is it okay if I keep doing this?” 

You nodded quickly, enjoying the arousing sensation. 

“I suck on her nipples sometimes…” The voice on the other end of the room startled you. You looked over to see your husband watching with a nervous energy. “Don’t-don’t you like that?”

Joel answered for you, “Actually, that’s quite different from nipple flicking or tweaking. It’s a different kind of sensation. That’s why it’s helpful to try a variety.” Joel released your nipples from his grasp. “Can I show you?” He seemed to be asking both of you. 

He picked up a pillow from the end of the couch, gently placing it underneath your head and shoulders so that you were raised closer to him. “May I?” 

With your new permission, Joel lowered his mouth to your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth. After a few seconds, he released it with a wet pop. “Rating?”

“One…maybe two.” 

Joel looked at your husband, as if to say I told you so, but what he really said was, “Now watch this.”

He lowered his mouth again, the warm, wet heat encapsulating as he sucked your nipple into his mouth and then began flicking it with his thumb, at the same time he brought one of his hands to your other breast, and began stimulating that nipple as well. 

Your pussy fluttered and you felt a gush of arousal seep out and onto your panties. You whimpered, arching and nearly bucking your hips. As Joel continued, your whimpers became more high-pitched, transitioning into moans and heavy panting as your mouth fell open. That band in your lower belly started to tighten, and you realized that if Joel continued, you were going to come right on his couch.

“I’m-I’m,” was all you could get out before the band snapped and your orgasm tore through you. Your body shook with the sensation and Joel released your nipple with his hand while his mouth continued sucking gently on your other nipple, helping you finish out your orgasm. 

“Holy shit,” Dave said in awe from across the room. “I didn’t even know that was possible. That was…babe, was that real?”

Joel sat up straighter, looking down at you. He couldn’t hide the proud smirk that swept across his face. “Well?”

You gulped then took a deep breath. Rubbing your fingers against your temple you finally answered, “Um…yeah…yeah, it was. I Didn’t-I didn’t know I could do that.”

“Most women don’t,” Joel reassured. “It’s certainly under-utilized and not explored enough. Where you are in your menstrual cycle can also affect how stimulated you feel by nipple play. Something to experiment with, maybe,” he said with a wink. 

That wink. It created butterflies in your stomach.

“How are you feeling? Want to end here for today? Continue? You tell me.” 

There was no way you were going to call it quits after just finding out that you could come from having your nipples played with. You were starting to wonder if this man was magic. Your eyes couldn’t help but drift to his hands - broad fingers, short, clean nails, dark knuckle hairs, and veins that ran rivers across the tops of his hands. You started to salivate.

“We can continue.” You practically had to push the words out. It felt like your head was getting fuzzier by the minute. 

Joel gave a reserved smile, trying to quell his own excitement as he leaned back into the couch. “For the next part, would you mind removing your underwear and then sitting right here?” He spread his legs, making room for you to sit in front of him as he gestured down toward the empty spot between his thighs. 

Nerves wracked you slightly as you stood and slipped off your panties, stepping out of them and giving another glance toward Dave, who appeared just as nervous as you were. Still, he wasn’t showing any indication of wanting you to stop. In fact, as your eyes lingered on him for just a moment, you noticed the bulge in the center of his pants.

You sat in between Joel’s spread legs, immediately feeling the heat emanating from his crotch. You tried to sit toward the end of the couch, being careful not to push against him or invade his personal space, despite how badly you wanted you to feel him all over you. 

“Perfect,” Joel commented, “do you mind leaning your back against my chest? It’ll make this easier.”

Well, so much for personal space, you thought. You leaned against him and you could feel his bulge pressed against your lower back. He called no attention to it, though, and you wondered if it was just a normal part of the job for him. Your mind started to wander to imagining how he might give himself relief at the end of the work day. Did he do it right here in his office? Waiting until the last client left for the day, then leaning back on his couch, pulling out his cock from his pants, rolling his shirt up and giving his dick a few firm tugs before he came all over his stomach? Or did he wait until he got home? Still hard as he drove down the road and pulled into his driveway…quickly going to his bedroom and undressing fully, maybe squirting some lube into the palm of his hand before he made quick work of himself, shooting his load onto his bedroom floor. 

“You okay?” His voice cut through your fantasy, bringing you back to reality as you blinked and replied, “Oh, yeah. Sorry…I didn’t hear you.”

“Not a problem. I asked if you could put your legs over my knees. Like this…” He tenderly looped one of his hands underneath your lower thigh, lifting it and dragging it to the side so that your leg draped over his. When you seemed okay with that, he did the same to your other leg, making you completely spread in front of Dave. 

Dave shifted in the chair, clearly becoming more uncomfortable with his growing erection. He scratched at the back of his neck again and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed. 

“Are you okay babe?,” you asked sincerely, despite how odd it was to ask him that question with your pussy on full display. 

Joel paused, allowing the two of you to have your brief discussion. 

“Yeah…I’m…fine.” He nervously swallowed again. “Are-are you?”

You gave a comforting smile and said, “I’m great, honey. Just wanna make sure you’re okay with all of this.” 

He nodded, looking down at his jeans then back at you. “I-yeah, I’m…actually pretty good with all of this.” 

Joel quickly picked up on the underlying meaning, and in a non-judgmental and warm tone said, “Dave, it’s okay if you would like to pleasure yourself while this is happening. You’re having a completely normal and valid reaction.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Dave looked taken aback.

“Absolutely. Happens all the time in here. I should have mentioned it earlier. I forget sometimes that this doesn’t always feel normal for everyone.” Joel gave a soft chuckle and then tapped your thigh. “Are you ready to continue?”

You watched Dave slowly unzip his pants, reaching his hand into his boxers to touch himself as you answered Joel, “Yes, I’m ready.”

Joel’s hands ran up and down your thighs. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, relaxing into his touch. His fingers curved around to the inside of your thighs, slowly moving up and toward your center. You gave a soft gasp as his fingertips reached the crease of your thighs.

He then ran soft trails up and down the lips of your soaked cunt, stimulating you in ways you’d never felt before. He wasn’t going straight for that button that every other man tries to find right away. 

“Rating?” 

“Two,” you cooed, pressing further into him as he continued his ministrations.

“Can I continue?” 

“Mhhm…please.” Your voice was soft, and it seemed to go straight to his cock as you felt him throb against you.

Finally, with a feather-light touch, one of his fingers dusted across your folds, slipping down to hover over your entrance before sweeping back up and gently pushing against your clit. You bucked at the barely there touch. 

“Try and relax for me, okay?” His voice rumbled against your ear, sending a chill up your spin. 

You did, leaning back and enjoying the warmth of his broad chest. Turning your head, your nose brushed against his neck, and you smelled him. It was sweeter than you would have expected. There was no strong scent; he clearly wasn’t wearing cologne. It was just him - the subtle sweetness combined with coffee and earth.

His middle finger pressed against your clit, the perfect amount of pressure, as he drew slow circles. He alternated between rubbing around your clit and rubbing your clit directly. The back and forth was making your head spin. You felt like you were equal parts drifting away, as well as so unbelievably present. 

“Rating?” His voice cracked slightly, as though this was starting to wreck him, too.

“Three, ohmygod.” His pressure increased just slightly, enough to have you arching as your pussy clenched around nothing. 

Dave made a small grunting sound, his cock now pulled out and weeping as he pumped it. His eyes were zeroed in on your glistening cunt.

“Are you getting close?,” Joel rasped against your ear.

“Y-yes…” Your voice quivered.

“Come for me.” The low rumble rolled against the side of your face and Joel had to grab your thigh tighter to keep you from completely squirming away from him. He continued the pace of his fingers, stifling a groan as he felt you come against him.

Tears brimmed your lashes, the overstimulation of your second orgasm washing over you made you feel overwhelmed, but in a way that somehow had you craving more. 

Joel waited for you to start to come down. His cheek was pressed to the side of your head, his hands running soothing trails up and down your thighs. He unhooked your legs from his knees, allowing your body to become even more pliant and limp against him. 

“Rating?,” he asked with a playfulness to his voice. You could hear the smirk he must have been wearing. 

“Three,” you answered confidently. “But it felt…different from how I’m used to my orgasms feeling.”

“Mhhm, that’s normal. Especially if you’re not used to having more than one. Sometimes they feel weaker, sometimes stronger. What was that one like?” His breath fanned across your bare chest.

“Stronger…almost too much.”

“Mmm, some overstimulation, then. Did you like that? It feeling like too much?” 

“Um, I’m not sure. I think I’d need to feel it again to be sure.” You didn’t say the words as a challenge or a request, simply answering him honestly. But the way his cock throbbed against you showed just how he was interpreting your words. 

“Are you okay to try for another one?” There was something comforting in his use of the word try. It reminded you that this space truly was nonjudgmental and that he had no expectations for you or your body. 

You nodded and directed your gaze to Dave. His cock stood straight, and his hand was simply resting against it. He hadn’t come yet and his face was flushed. It almost looked like he needed it as much as you did.

You nodded your head. “Please.”

There was a long stretch of silence as Joel sat behind you. You weren’t sure if this was part of it - if he was letting you make sure you wanted more, or fully allowing you to come down from your high. Or, maybe this was for him. Maybe he needed a moment.

Just as the silence grew to be almost unbearable, Joel spoke, “Are you comfortable if I remove my clothes and we have intercourse?”

There was not a less sexy way that he could have said that, and yet, your pussy clenched at the thought alone. You’d never come two times in a row, let alone three. But in this moment, you felt like you were willing to try anything.

After another look for reassurance from Dave, you stood up from the couch, taking a seat on one end as you watched Joel get undressed. He was remarkably unhurried about it, seemingly taking his time as he draped his clothes over the other end of the couch. 

“Want to lay down?,” he asked as he pushed down his pants, left in only his black boxer briefs that clung to his package and thighs. 

You had to fight to not ogle his bulge that you knew was present. Sliding down onto the couch, your head rested on a small pillow as you brought your knees up, feet pressed against the cushion. 

Joel gave a polite smile and then stepped out of his underwear. Fuck, he was hung. Dave had an average size dick - it was fine to look at, but didn’t really do much for you on its own. You always needed his fingers, or his mouth, something else. But looking at Joel’s thick cock that jutted out, the red tip already looking swollen, you thought that you could come just from feeling him fill you. You watched as he rolled a condom onto his thick cock.

“I wanna make sure you’re okay with this,” he said as he climbed onto the couch, hovering above your body. This time you couldn’t help it. You looked down at his thick, long, angry cock. You’d never seen anything like it before, at least not in real life. It looked like the dicks you’d seen in pornos. 

“I’m okay with it,” you answered breathily, hoping to contain your excitement. 

“There’s, uh…,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “boundaries here, okay? I’m not going to kiss you, and I won’t call you any pet names. I can incorporate praise, if you’d like. Is that okay?” 

You felt yourself dripping onto his couch. The anticipation was nearly killing you. “Yes, yes…that’s alright.” 

You gave one more glance to Dave who still had his dripping cock in his hand. Then, Joel lined up with your entrance. His eyes were trained on you as he swiped the head of his cock up and down your slit, gathering your arousal on his tip. He gave a playful tap on your clit, pulling a small whimper from you, before lining up his cock once more and pushing into you slowly.

The stretch was immediate. You pushed your head back into the pillow, your body becoming taught. 

“Hey,” Joel spoke softly to you. His hand brushed some of the hair out of your face then lingering on your cheek. “Can you relax for me?”

You tried, taking a deep breath and allowing your body to sink against the couch. As you exhaled, Joel pushed in further. His cock had significantly more girth than Dave’s, and it took your body a bit to adjust. 

He pulled his cock out, easing it back in. With every slow thrust he moved further and further into your aching cunt. “Oh, there we go,” he said. His jaw was clenched. “Doin’ so good for me.”

Your pussy clenched around him and he smiled. “One more thing,” he said, “I’m not going to touch your clit…okay? You’re going to finish for me from just your g spot.” 

“I…I don’t think I can.” You felt tears coming to your eyes, but weren’t quite sure why. 

“Woah, hey now,” Joel paused inside of you. “What’s going on? Want me to pull out?”

He started to move his hips back, but your legs locked behind him, trapping him inside of you. “No, no please…stay inside. I just…I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Joel nodded, his firm cock still buried inside of you. “Don’t put pressure on yourself, okay? I have no expectations for you…You’re not going to disappoint me if you can’t finish.”

His words offered you comfort and reassurance, and you realized that was exactly what you were worried about. 

“All you have to do is try and relax and enjoy this, okay?” 

You nodded. Joel pulled out almost all the way then pushed into you, his cock stretching you and filling you until his head bumped against your cervix. A huff of air escaped him and he lowered his head briefly before lifting it to look at you. “This feel alright?” His voice was strained. 

You gasped out, “yes,” and Joel continued his slow thrusts. Once your body had fully acclimated to him, he pulled out all the way, leaving you with wide eyes, staring up at him. 

“Can you move onto your hands and knees for me, please?” He moved back to give you room to readjust your position. 

He placed his hands on your hips, slowly pushing in again. You whimpered from the fullness and the drag of his cock against your walls. “Okay,” he spoke, taking a deep breath, “now, arch your back a bit, and move onto your forearms.”

As soon as you moved in the way he had asked, you felt his cock nudge against a spot inside of you that had you moaning immediately. “Therrrre it is,” he cooed. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips. “That feel good?”

“Oh my god, yes,” you moaned again, starting to move your body against him. 

He chuckled softly, pulling back and then pushing forward. You gasped, your hands clutching the pillow in front of you as your head dropped. Joel continued his thrusts, slowly picking up the pace, letting your ass bounce against him each time he pulled you towards him. 

“Rating?”

“Fuck, three,” you moaned loudly. 

He fucked into you faster. The head of his cock rubbed against your spongy spot again and again. You began to clench around him, feeling that familiar build-up once more. 

“Perfect,” Joel muttered. 

You looked over at Dave. His eyes were focused on where you and Joel were joined. He gripped his cock tight as he fucked his fist, his face red in concentration. 

“Oh, oh, oh!,” you exclaimed, pressing back into Joel with each thrust. Just as you felt your body tightening, preparing for release, it was gone in an instant. Instead of a mind-numbing orgasm, the sensation just seemed to fizzle out. 

You cried out, “I can’t, I can’t!” You had never been so desperate for a release before. 

Joel slowed his thrusts. “You might be too overstimulated. That’s okay, we can try-” 

“Please,” you begged. 

He took a deep breath, pulling out of you and sitting on the couch behind you. “C’mere.” 

You looked behind you, seeing him seated now. On wobbly legs, you moved over to him, straddling his hips as his hands came to your waist and helped you lower yourself onto him. 

“Tell me if you feel it like this, okay?” 

You knew what he meant. Your ass met his thighs as you sank all the way down. And then, as you tilted forward, there it was, that shocking sensation that had you gripping hard onto his shoulders. He let your nails dig into him as you worked to find your pleasure again. 

“Good job, you’re doing great.” He looked over at Dave. “Doggy-style or cowgirl are two of the best positions for g spot stimulation. You could also do a spooning position, if you’d like. And when you’re thrusting…” Joel’s hands gripped your sides, lifting you up slightly so that he could thrust up into you. He grunted as he said, “You don’t want to just do in-and-out thrusts like this.” He shoved up into you a couple times, up and down. “Instead, you want to do more of a ‘come hither’ motion, like this.” His hips rocked, rolling underneath you as he brushed against that sensitive spot. Your head fell to his shoulder and you whined. 

He lowered you down so you were fully seated against him once more, then continued rocking his hips. “Can you move against me, baby? Rock just like I am.” His eyes blew wide as he realized the mistake he’d just made. You didn’t say anything, secretly enjoying the slip of the pet name. 

You moaned, “mhhm,” as you started to grind against him, mimicking the pattern he had just shown you. You realized that you having more control now was helpful, you could change the pace and pressure as you needed, getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Oh my god, I think I’m close…” you moaned, throwing your head back. 

“That’s it, continue, just like that…doing so good. So perfect, hm? Keep grinding…right there, do what you need to do. Come on, just like that…Don’t stop…Mhhm, good job…Take what you need…use it…use it…just like that…oh, fuck…just like that…come on, now…come on…take it…take it…” His words pushed you over the edge. You’d never had someone talk you through it like that, and before you knew it, your vision was whiting out and you moaned so loudly, so deeply, that you were worried someone in a nearby building would hear. Your head pressed against his shoulder, your lips on his neck, moaning warm air against his skin that had him bucking into you and stifling his owns moans.

Dave followed after you. You could hear his grunts across the room as he finished in his hand. And Joel…he gave one deep groan, releasing his load into the condom he was wearing as his body involuntarily released a couple thrusts, helping him finish deep inside of you. 

When both of you were fully sated, Joel lifted you off of him gently. Your mind was fuzzy, hardly able to focus as he and Dave helped clean you up and got you dressed. 

Before you knew it, you and Dave stood at the door of Joel’s office. He looked completely normal, no signs of him having just fucked you within an inch of your life. 

“It was a pleasure,” he said, reaching out to shake your hand and then Dave’s. “Let me know if you’d ever like to schedule another session.”

“We will,” Dave answered for both of you, placing his hand on your lower back as you walked through the door.

Passing through the lobby, you grabbed a business card on the end table on your way out. 

Tommy notices there’s something wrong right away. You two are watching a movie and usually you and him cuddle, your limbs intertwined, but today you seem to be distant and quiet. You’re chewing on your lip, sitting an arm length away from him, hugging a cushion as if seeking comfort. Tommy frowns.

“You ok?” He asks, pausing the movie.

Not looking at him, you mumble, “Yeah.”

“Sure, sweetheart?”

His tone isn’t pushing, it’s inviting, gentle, warm. You feel that he genuinely wants you to open up so you mumble,

“I’m late.”

“For what?”

“Tommy,” you sigh and roll your eyes, “my period’s late.”

You throw a glance at your boyfriend and see him watching you intently.

“Alright,” he mutters and immediately scoops you up and places you on his lap as if you weigh nothing. His voice is calm and soft when he asks,

“How long?”

“Three days.”

Your gaze downcast, you’re drawing patterns on his forearm with your finger, avoiding his gaze.

“Well…,” he starts, “— it’s not a lot. Maybe it’ll come.”

“And if not?”

Tommy pinches your chin and turns your head so you’d face him.

When your eyes lock, you see warmth and love in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Then we’ll do whatever you want to do. It’s your decision and I’ll support it no matter what it is.”

You should be comforted by his words and yes, warmth spreads in your belly from his kindness, but the possibility of being knocked up makes your blood run cold.

“Fuckkkkk,” you whine, pushing your face in his neck, seeking comfort in his scent and embrace.

Tommy happily gives it to you - he hugs you tight and runs his hands up and down your back.

“Deep breaths, my love. You’re on the pill and believe me..,” he squeezes you in his arms and repeats, “whatever happens, whatever you decide, I’ll accept it.”

You exhale, some part of fear leaving your body, and Tommy offers, “Want me to buy you a test?”

“Yes, please.”

After a drive to a drugstore, Tommy comes back with three different tests, not sure which one you’d prefer. You choose the most expensive one because just like him you have no idea which one’s the best.

Then you go to the ensuite bathroom upstairs and pee on the stick. After washing your hands you walk out, shaking like a leaf.

“C’mere.” Tommy’s been waiting for you, sitting on the edge of the bed. You carefully place the test by his side and settle on his lap, your arms immediately finding their place around his neck.

“Tommy…”, you mutter quietly, side eyeing the stick like it’s going to bite you, “—I’m so scared. I’m not ready to have a baby.”

“Then you won’t have one.”

You nod and let out a deep sigh. Tommy takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles, searching for your eyes.

“I’m not pressuring you, sweetheart..,” he says quietly. “But… I just want you to know that some day I’d love to have a family with you. Our own family. When you’d want to… if you’d want to.”

Your heart starts beating faster in your chest as you’re staring at him.

“Really?” You murmur.

“Yeah… if it’s something you’d want to do. Some day.”

You place your palm on his chest and feel his heart pounding under your skin. You’re not even remotely ready for a baby but the fact that Tommy wants to take such an important step with you makes your heart flutter. You give him a smile and whisper,

“I’d want that … some day.”

Tommy beams at you and squeezes you tight in his strong arms.

Suddenly Joel enters the bedroom.

“Hey, you two. Are we fuckin’?” He asks, seeing you in your home tee and panties on Tommy’s lap. You turn your head to him as he strides closer, sneering like a hungry wolf, already unbuckling his belt.

“Joel!” You exclaim, looking up at him. “Wanna wait for the result with us?”

Only then your ex step uncle notices the test on the bed. He drops his arms to the sides, turns around and storms out of the bedroom with a loud “Oh, fuck no!”

When the door behind him shuts with a thud, you burst into laughter and Tommy curses under his breath, shaking his head, his lips curved upwards.

“He surely doesn’t want to be a daddy,” you giggle.

“There’s only one daddy here,” Tommy gruffs and pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are moving against yours so sensually, you gush and squirm on his lap. Your pussy already aches for him, you’re ready to jump his bones, but then the phone timer goes off.

You part from Tommy with your eyes widened and grab the test.

“Sweetheart?” Tommy asks, craning his neck, trying to see the result.

You don’t reply but immediately let him know by hopping off his lap and screaming “Fuck yeah!!” and clapping.

You give the negative test to Tommy and he smiles looking at it, but when he raises his gaze up at you, you notice a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Feeling bad for celebrating so openly you return onto his lap and take his handsome face in your hands.

“Some day, Tommy, yeah?”

“Some day,” he repeats, his eyes lightning up.

Tommy falls on the bed, pulling you down with him, and you climb onto his body like a horny koala and straddle him. You start making out passionately, your barely covered pussy grinding against his big bulge.

“Shall we call Joel?” Tommy asks, parting from you for a moment, breathing heavily.

“I doubt he’s ever coming back,” you laugh against his mouth and bring your hand down to your panties to pull them down.

Soon you’re riding Tommy, your pregnancy scare forgotten, your wet pussy sliding up and down Tommy’s cock, massaging it, your hands planted on his strong chest. He’s holding onto your moving hips, breaths short and fast, his full lips parted, his pupils obsidian and huge.

Through half-lidded eyes you watch Tommy relishing your body, the look and feel of it. At one point he puts his hand on your belly and glides his warm palm over your skin.

“Daddy?” You purr, bouncing on his hard cock. “Are you imagining me pregnant right now?”

Tommy's eyes dart to yours. He looks slightly guilty when he admits,

“Yeah, baby, you caught me.”

“Mmm,” you hum and slow down, wishing to give him a show. You cup your naked tits and push them together.

“My boobs will be so big, yeah, daddy?” You twitch your nipples and moan at the sensation. Then your palms slide down to your stomach and you ride him with your hands still there.

“I’ll have a big belly, yeah, all ‘cause of you, daddy. ‘Cause you stuffed me so good.”

“Every drop for you, my love,” Tommy adds, his tongue barely moving with how turned on he is. You love seeing this reaction so you double down.

“Everyone will see what my step daddy did to me, huh? Everyone will know I belong to you now.”

With a feral growl, Tommy pulls you down and pushes you on your back onto the bed. He quickly settles between your thighs and pierces you with his throbbing cock in one go.

“Daddyyy..,” you moan, being on the ninth cloud with the way he’s just manhandled you, and your pussy creams around his fat member.

“Yes, you belong to me. You’re mine,” Tommy groans, grabbing your wrists and holding them together over your head with one hand. He keeps fucking you, his thrusts punching into you fast and hard.

“And when it’s time.. when you’re ready, baby, I’m gonna be the only one to fuck your little pussy.” He brings his lips to your ear and gruffs, “Joel’s only gonna get your ass or mouth. My cock will be the only one to feel this heaven.”

Your eyes roll back at his words, you’re drooling, getting railed by your feral boyfriend.

“Yes, daddy,” you blubber, “…only yours.”

That pushes Tommy over the edge— with a sexy moan he stills and starts spraying your walls with his seed. When you feel his warm cum inside you, your pussy begins choking his length and you scream, coming on Tommy’s thumping cock.

“Daddy-daddy—daddy,” you whimper, shaking in pleasure, scratching his muscular arms with your nails while he’s pumping you full of his sticky cum.

“Wow,” Tommy breathes out, falling on the bed next to you, panting and chuckling.

With your limbs still tingling from a hard orgasm you slowly cuddle up to him and put your head on his shoulder.

“Didn’t know you wanted to breed me so much, daddy,” you purr, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. You feel his chest rumble under your hand as he warns you,

“Don’t say things like these, sweetheart, or I’m gonna stuff you so full, no pill will help you.”

“Some day,” you say with a wink and reach up to kiss him.

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