Incentive
Pairing: Contractor!Joel x F!Real estate agent!Reader (no outbreak!au)
Word count: 7.8k
Summary: You're coming up on a deadline to put a house on the market and need Joel's help with some unexpected, but necessary renovations. When he gives you the bad news that it might take longer than your desired date, you find a way to sweeten the deal.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, swearing, friends to lovers, semi co-workers to lovers, the big dial joke, age gap (Joel is 36, reader is early 30s), smut: dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), really brief rimming, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it people), sex on a client's bed, rough sex, hair pulling, doggystyle, mating press, creampie, minor post-sex insecurities, but Joel reassures reader, Joel's pretty swoon worthy in this if I do say so myself, fluff. Reader described with female anatomy, has hair long enough to tie up, no use of y/n.
A/N: It's currently cold and raining in Australia, but that doesn't mean I can't envision a Joel Miller summer. Had to turn up the heat somehow, am I right? ;) Anyway, happy reading! :)
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The Texas heat had officially turned you into a puddle.
Despite the air conditioning on in your car, you wiped at your brow as you made your way through suburban streets, taking turns sharper than you should’ve been in order to get to your destination. When you pulled into the driveway of a two-storey, brick facade and manicured lawns, you sighed in relief. You cut the engine, picked up your large leather tote from the passenger seat and swung it over your shoulder, and said a quick prayer that you didn’t burst into flames when you stepped out into hellfire. You practically held your breath as you slammed the driver’s door behind you, hearing the beep as your car locked and you walked up the two steps to the front entrance. You perched your sunglasses on top of your head as you dug out the spare keys you had been given by the owner, unlocking the front door and stepping into a slightly less warm interior.
You glanced around the living area, stopping the thermostat immediately, and cranked up the temperature. You heard the air hiss as it started, feeling it slowly filtering in and cooling the place down. You dropped the keys and your sunglasses on the coffee table, placing your purse on the couch and taking out all the work that you had brought with you. You were thankful the owners were friendly, clients you had known for a while and wanted you to put their house on the market for them, trusting no one else. You had met with them at the office, and when they eventually got you into the house to take a look, you weren’t prepared for how much of a fixer upper it was. You looked between your notes, and lifted your eyes up to the different parts of the house that would need to be renovated, shaking your head as you thought about the deadline you had been given by your boss.
You had a month to get the house ready before it needed to be put on the market. Everything was moving so fast these days, and considering time was money now, you couldn’t afford to slack off. Not that you ever did, you loved your job and took it very seriously, but you had hoped that there might be some leeway in the timeline. When your boss told you there wasn’t, you had to call in contractors you could trust.
You took out your phone from your pocket as it pinged, a new text waiting for you. You opened it, biting your lip to keep the smile off your face.
Be there in 10.
It was from Joel, the only contractor you had come to trust. Him and his brother and their team of guys, to be exact. You had worked with them for a few years, on and off with different projects, so when it came to this place you knew you needed someone who wouldn’t bullshit you about the work that needed to be done. They were really good at what they did, extremely professional and it didn’t hurt that Joel was very easy on the eyes.
So easy, in fact, that it had made you want to throw all that professionalism out the window on more than one occasion.
You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts, fixing your purple, sleeveless ruffled blouse and smoothing a hand down your black, pencil skirt as you carried your files into the kitchen. You took out one of the bottles of water from the fridge, having had permission from your client to help yourself to whatever while they were away. You sat up on one of the bar stools, flipping through pages of comps as you drank down a large gulp of water, your eyes scanning over numbers and graphs. Just as you were about to make yourself a little comfortable and slip your black heels off, the doorbell rang and echoed through the house.
You slid off the stool, fixed your skirt and walked down the hall to the front door, your heels clicking against the laminate floors. One of the things on the list that needed fixing. You swung the door open and expected to get slapped in the face by the heat, but you weren’t expecting for your heart to start beating rapidly at the sight of Joel in front of you. He wore a grey t-shirt that pulled tight across his broad frame, medium wash jeans and his signature work boots, all things that instantly had your mouth filling with saliva.
“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted you, his perfect lips pulling into a soft smile. His Southern charm was intact and making you swoon inwardly already.
“Hey, come on in,” you suddenly found the words, smiling politely. “Get out of the heat…”
He stepped in and walked past you, allowing you to take a quick glance outside, a frown pulling at your brows as you turned back to him. “Where’s Tommy?”
“Drove over here from another job, so I left him in charge,” he replied, shrugging as he faced you, clipboard in hand and ready to work. “So, just me, I’m ‘fraid.”
“Right,” you squeaked, covering it up by clearing your throat, shutting the door.
This was definitely going to be a problem. You had never been alone with him, thankful that Tommy had always been around and kept you from throwing yourself at Joel. You squared your shoulders as you joined him in the hallway, clasping your hands. You were a professional, you could do this. You couldn’t let some stupid crush get in the way of you doing your job.
“Well, I can already see one of the things we gotta work on,” he observed, his gaze looking down at the laminate floors, his pen gesturing from them to the living area, covered in beige carpet.
“Yeah, it all needs to be ripped out including the tile in the kitchen,” you explained, waving a finger as you pointed at the rooms. “Replaced with wood flooring throughout, and the kitchen needs a whole remodel.”
He made quick notes on his board, before he nodded. “Let’s take a look…”
You both walked into the kitchen, Joel letting out a surprised whistle as he saw the interiors. The cabinetry was all dark mahogany, with ornate designs in black piping. The countertops were granite, a dark grey almost black and the appliances were all black too.
“This guy in the mafia or something?” he joked, a smirk pulling at his lips.
“You know I don’t really want to know,” you retorted, making him chuckle lightly. You tried not to let that sound affect you, but god, it was really doing something for you. You stepped over to the fridge and took out a bottle of water for him too, handing it over.
“Ah! You’re an angel,” he muttered, dropping his clipboard on the island and cracking the seal.
Joel tipped his head as he drank it down, hard gulps making his throat bob. You tried not to look, distracting yourself by tracing your finger along the countertop, but as a droplet of water ran down his chin and his neck, your gaze couldn’t help but follow it as it collected along the neckline of his shirt, slightly damp from sweat. He lifted his head back up, taking the collar in his hand and wiping it across his mouth, and you felt your thighs clench at the action. You felt crazy, thousands of scenarios racing through your mind every time you saw him, and this time was no different. He had no idea how sexy he was with even the smallest of gestures, or if he did know he sure didn’t know the effect it was having on you in that moment.
“So,” you carried on, turning away from him as he screwed the cap back on the bottle. “As you can see… it’s dated as hell. Not enticing to new homeowners at all.”
“Got that right,” he added, taking a small stroll around the length of the kitchen, before he faced you. “You got an idea of what they want done?”
“Yeah, it’s all in here,” you said, leaning over the counter and taking out a few papers. If you had been paying attention, you would’ve noticed Joel’s eyes wandering over your curves, but you weren’t. You turned back to him, handing them over. “You can keep those, I’ve got copies.”
“Thanks, darlin’,” he husked, that soft smile once again pulling at his features as he took them from you.
You smiled briefly, clearing your throat. “No problem.”
You waited a few minutes as he looked over the kitchen remodel ideas that your clients had given you to hand over to Joel. You watched as he took the tape measure out of his back pocket, took a few measurements of different parts of the kitchen, before scribbling them down. You saw the way he frowned, hunched over the counter as his eyes darted between the pages and the notes he just took. When he noticed you waiting, he stood up straight as his brow eased. Whatever he was thinking, he clearly didn’t want to tell you yet.
“Upstairs?” you asked, softly.
“Lead the way,” he replied, gesturing for you to go first.
You walked back down the hall, hearing his heavy footsteps follow behind you. “There’s also some wiring issues that need to be fixed.”
“I’ll have to get another guy on that,” he informed you.
You nodded, making a mental note of that as you climbed the carpeted stairs, another change you pointed out to him. The owners wanted it to be in the same wood as the flooring for the rest of the living area. You were fully aware of his presence behind you, adding a swing to your hips with every step you took, matching the swish of your ponytail. You couldn’t help it when all you hoped for was him grabbing you by your waist and throwing you down right there on the stairs, having his way with you. You hated the fact that you had to pretend everything was okay, that all you were was semi co-workers and nothing more.
You both walked the length of the top floor, as you added that nothing really needed changing there apart from things in the master suite. You led him in there, stopping in front of the walk-in closet. You leaned against one side of the archway, Joel against the other side and in close proximity to you. You tried not to make it obvious when you gulped nervously, barely even glancing over to him as you looked around the small room.
“The uh, the wife didn’t want to make this any bigger especially if they weren’t staying,” you explained, your gaze fixated on one of the shelves to avoid looking at him. “But considering I’m finding them houses with closets twice this size, I think we can stand to make it another couple of square feet.”
“We sure can try,” he muttered, nodding as he noted it down. “Twice this size, huh? That’s insane.”
“Right? Must be nice,” you scoffed, taking one last look around before moving onto the master bath. “Nothing much here, just cosmetic work. Changing taps, cabinetry, all that.”
“Easy,” he commented, looking around the room.
“Well, that’s it,” you stated, stepping back from the bathroom and plopping yourself down on the foot of the king-size, shiny and ornate mahogany bed. “So, do you think guys will be able to get this all done in a month?”
Joel huffed a small laugh as he continued to look over all his notes, leaning against the dark wood dresser across from the bed. A silence fell between you both as you waited for him to finish making estimates in his head, your left leg crossing over your right as you adjusted your skirt. You saw Joel’s gaze briefly lift up with that action, a small shiver running up your spine when he went back to his clipboard. It excited you, but also made you all the more nervous to be alone with them.
You had liked him from the first time you met, a quick plastering issue on a condo you needed to sell. He was quiet, kept to himself mostly as you got to know about them through Tommy, clearly the talker of the two of them. It was Tommy that told you how they got started, that he had been married to a woman named Maria for two years and counting, and that Joel had a 14 year old daughter, Sarah. As time went on and you kept meeting on different projects, Joel began to loosen up more. A small joke here, a light flirtation there. Enough to get your blood pumping and your thighs clenching. He had been just as he was now, tousled dark hair, soft brown eyes, tanned skin under tight t-shirts in varying colors, and a perky tush that looked great in denim. He had rugged good looks, and a kindness that came with it that surprised you at first, but made so much sense as you got to know him over the years. You wanted him in every way possible, but given the nature of both your jobs and having to work together occasionally, it was a risk. It also didn’t help that he had responsibilities outside of work that you didn’t want to interfere with.
In conclusion, Joel Miller was unattainable.
Despite the fact that you had caught him looking at you so many times, you weren’t really sure how he felt. He could just be caught up in the moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself and find out he didn’t feel the same way you did.
“It’s a big job,” he started, as he split his focus between you and his notes. “With all this work, including the wiring like you said, that I’m definitely gonna need more manpower for, you’re looking at… six weeks minimum.”
Your eyes widened at that. “Six weeks? Minimum?”
He nodded.
“Are you sure?” you asked, feeling your heart thumping harder for a reason other than Joel.
“Positive,” he replied, his brown eyes meeting yours.
“Joel, please, you gotta help me out here,” you reasoned, frowning. “If you’re bringing more guys on, can’t you work faster?”
“Faster? Sure, how much faster?” he questioned, his brows raised in enthusiasm. “‘Cause you see, we got this uh, big dial called “The Constructo-Meter”. The more you turn it, the faster we go.”
He curled his fingers as if he was gripping something, twisting his wrist in a turning motion as he chuckled at his own dumb joke, but you didn’t find it funny. Your face fell into a sullen expression, your shoulders slumped as a long exhale left you.
“I’m laughing on the inside,” you mumbled, glancing up at him through your lashes.
“Sorry, bad joke,” he apologized, his gaze sincere and a little sombre. “Wish I had better news for ya, sweetheart.”
You’d kill any other man for calling you that, but never Joel. He never meant it in a condescending way, and it just felt natural coming from him, like it was a reflection of the way he was brought up. You actually liked hearing it from him, and it gave you that giddy feeling you had tried so hard to ignore.
“It’s fine,” you sighed, shaking your head. “Though you’re buying the tequila I’ll be drowning myself in once I’m fired.”
He frowned, a soft hum escaping him as he stared at you. “Can’t ya talk to your boss? See if he can get that stick out his ass and give you some more time?”
“Unfortunately not, I think that stick is very much intact,” you concluded, rolling your eyes as you thought about the reaction that awaited you once you told him the news.
You winced slightly as a pain flared up in your left thigh, stretched over your right leg. You held your skirt in place and adjusted yourself, slowly uncrossing them before draping the right over the left. You raised your head and saw that this time, Joel was very much staring at you. More specifically, your legs in the above-knee length skirt you were wearing. Your eyes locked and he realized quickly that you had caught him in the act, a small smile pulling at your lips as he hastily turned his face away. A tense, sensually charged silence fell between you, and you knew in that moment you had to take advantage of it.
“See something you like, Miller?” you asked, your voice light and teasing.
He cleared his throat, his big brown eyes briefly glancing at you before looking away again, his hand scratching at the back of his neck. “N-Nope, nothing.”
“Really? I could’ve sworn I just caught you looking at me,” you stated, a seductive tone to your words. “Like I have so many times before.”
Suddenly, in a boldness you didn’t know you possessed, your fingers skimmed down your neck and toyed with the neckline of your blouse. You captured one of the buttons, flicking it open instantly to reveal more of your cleavage. Just as your fingers slipped down to the second button, Joel turned his head to look back at you, his brown eyes suddenly darker.
“I guess I was lookin’ at ya,” he husked, his voice deep and rough. “Is that a problem, darlin’?”
You shook your head, your gaze unwavering from his as you opened the next button, the lace of your black bra showing. “The only problem is what we’re gonna do about it.”
A smirk pulled across his lips as he slowly pushed himself off the dresser, sauntering towards the bed and closing the gap between the two of you. He stood in front of you, your gaze shifting up to see him towering over you. Your chest heaved as you breathed heavily, noticing his eyes on the rise and fall of your breast. The professionalism you prided yourself on was about to be thrown out the window, but at that moment you couldn’t care less. Not when the man you had fantasized about so many times was standing right in front of you, the scent of his cologne mixed with wood reaching your senses.
You saw his throat constrict as he swallowed, unwilling to look away from you. “What are we gonna do about it?”
“Well,” you started, uncrossing your legs and sliding your hands down your skirt, tugging the hem up as you shifted off the bed. “First, I think you need a little incentive for this project to get done.”
You pulled the skirt up around your hips, your legs spreading as you sank to your knees, the carpet pressing into your skin. You gazed up at him with a sensuous glint in your eye, your hands sliding up his thick thighs and over the bulge that had grown in his jeans. You moaned softly as he let out a small groan, his brown orbs following every movement of yours, his breath hitching when you leaned in and pressed your lips over his covered hard-on.
“Maybe we-maybe we shouldn’t,” he stuttered, his hand finding your shoulder and pushing you away lightly. “Not here…”
He was still trying to be the Southern gentleman and you appreciated him for that, but that wasn’t going to get you what you both needed at that point.
“The client's out for the week, no one’s coming home any time soon,” you reassured him, reaching for his belt. You quickly unbuckled it, pulling the zipper down in the process as you stared up at him, smiling seductively. “You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? Having me on my knees, just like this?”
He huffed a strangled laugh. “More than you know.”
“Good, because I’ve thought about your cock down my throat more times than I can count, too,” you confessed, biting your lip.
Your hands pulled his jeans open, your eyes widening as you tugged his boxers down and his hard cock sprung free, slapping against his pelvis. The guttural whimper that escaped you would’ve been embarrassing if it had been anyone else, but not with him. He was huge, his girth thick and veiny, the head flushed in a deep pink. He was perfect. Your eyes met briefly, a playful glint in his as he shrugged, acknowledging your appreciation of how well endowed he was. Your tongue slipped out between your lips, running along the underside of his cock before you softly sucked at the tip, licking at the bead of pre-cum. A low grunt left him as his eyes fluttered, wanting to watch you but as you repeated the action, taking a few inches into your wet, hot mouth, he couldn’t keep them open. You sucked softly at first, your throat relaxing with each extra inch you took, a small gag coming from you when he pressed against the back of it.
“Oh fuck, darlin’, your mouth’s too fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his large hand finding the back of your head, fingers wrapping around the meticulous ponytail you had made.
You pulled back slightly, dropping a line of your saliva along his shaft, one of your hands stroking him as you breathed heavily, gazing up at him. “Better than you imagined?”
“God, you got no fuckin’ clue, sweetheart,” he husked, gripping your pony tight. “Oh, fuckin’ shit…”
He threw his head back as you took him in again, all the way to hilt, gagging as your throat contracted around him. You pulled back a little before dropping down again, bobbing your head back and forth as you set a hard pace. Your hand slipped down to his balls, rolling them between your fingers and as the other groped his thigh to keep yourself steady. You moaned around his length, the vibration running through him and causing him to shiver, his grip on your hair tightening. You continued pleasuring him, your rhythm picking up as your throat glugged with each thrust into your mouth, saliva collecting at the sides. Your eyes stung, tears brimming at the waterline, but you didn’t dare stop. He cupped the sides of your face, his hips shifting forward with each stroke, fucking you in return and making you moan around him again.
“Shit, I’m not gonna last if you keep goin’,” he warned, his eyes flying open as he tilted his head to look at you.
You pulled back with a harsh gasp, breathing heavily as your hand pumped over him, messily with your spit. “Want you to cum down my throat, Joel, please… I wanna feel it so bad.”
“I don’t think so, darlin’,” he muttered, shaking his head as he stepped back slightly. He leaned forward, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he helped you stand to your feet. His eyes stared deeply into yours, something new and exhilarating behind them. “Not before I feel that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
“Joel,” you whimpered, grabbing his t-shirt in your fists. You had never been so turned on in your life, and you should’ve known a blowjob wouldn’t have been enough. This man wanted you, and you wanted him. In every way possible.
“Turn around, hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered, his voice deep and rough as his breath fanned against your lips.
You smiled softly as your eyes darkened, shifting back slowly towards the bed. You turned around, crawling up on the silky covers and reaching down to your heels.
“Nope, those stay on,” he added, one brow raised as he watched you.
You moaned softly as you took your hand away, a small shiver running up your back at his intense gaze. He wasn’t playing around, and it just amplified your delirious need for him. You spread your thighs as your hands and knees pressed into the covers, the heat in your core flaring up as you heard him stand behind you. Your skirt was already hiked up from your previous activity, giving him a perfect view of your black lace thong. It covered nothing, letting him see the glistening folds of your mound, the sight eliciting a low growl from him. The cool breeze of the air conditioning met your sopping sex as he pulled the thong aside, making you whimper as you waited in anticipation of what he was going to do to you.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he husked, his hand sliding up one of your thighs. “Perfect little pussy, perfect ass-”
His words were cut off as he lifted his hand, bringing it down against the left cheek in a harsh smack. You jolted, eyes widening as you moaned, loudly. The initial sting lasted a second or two, giving way to an ebbing pleasure. He repeated the action at the right, harder this time, your moan increasing in volume as your hands fisted the sheets. As you relished in the glorious heat across your skin, he raised one knee on the bed and bent over behind you, his tongue licking a long stripe over your folds.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, glancing back at him.
“So fucking wet already,” he stated, smirking as he slid his fingers over your wetness. “Sucking my dick got you drippin’, huh, darlin’?”
“Y-Yeah,” you breathed.
He chuckled lightly, moving in and stroking his tongue over you again. You whimpered as he continued the action, groaning softly as his skilled muscle slipped further between your folds. It found your clit, moving around it in tight circles, causing you to moan wantonly as your head dropped down onto the mattress, your ass up in the air and completely his to take.
“Taste so fuckin’ good, sweetheart,” he muttered against your tight heat. “Sweetest little pussy I ever had…”
Without another word, he grabbed onto your hips and pressed in further, continuing his ministrations as he alternated between your swollen nub and your folds. Your eyes snapped closed as your mouth fell open, strings of pleasured noises and expletives leaving you as he refused to ease up. His tongue moved to your entrance, teasing the edge of it as he sucked at your folds, groaning against you. You were absolutely overwhelmed already, the way his skilled muscle brought you so much euphoria was enough to make you lose your mind already, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. You felt your walls clench and you knew you were close, but Joel was far from done using his mouth and tongue on you. You felt him smirk against your pussy as he pulled back slightly, kissing up the curve of your ass as he spread your cheeks, his wet muscle teasing your puckered hole. Your eyes widened as you mewled loudly into the covers, feeling his tongue circle around the tight ring once, twice before he pulled back and kissed your thigh, moving back down to your mound. You had never had anyone do that to you, frankly too nervous to ever do that for the first time with someone you had just met, but you were so open and available to Joel. It should’ve scared you, but considering how much time you had spent in close proximity, it made you more comfortable with him than you had been with other lovers.
Him already knowing you so intimately, knowing exactly what drove you crazy, was an incredible feat. Just by working with him for the last few years, on and off for different projects, clearly it had been enough to anticipate what made you tick. His tongue slid into your entrance, thrusting back and forth as more of your wetness collected, a grunt leaving him as he continued his erotic torture. His head shook from side to side as he pressed in further, practically motorboating your sex, causing a shriek to escape your throat. You could feel yourself slipping, your coil tightening as you reached closer and closer to the edge. You panted as your cheek pressed into the covers, fists clenching the sheets so hard you thought you were going to rip them.
“J-Joel, I-I’m so close,” you whimpered, tears stinging your eyes once more. “I-I need-I need to cum, Joel, please-”
“Oh, I know, baby, can feel you grippin’ my tongue like a fuckin’ vice,” he growled, pulling back and replacing his skilled muscle with his equally skilled fingers. “Cum on my face, sweetheart, wanna feel it all over me…”
His mouth went back to your entrance, tongue continuing to thrust into you as his fingers rubbed over your bundle of nerves, both working in tandem to push you over the precipice. With another few strokes of both his tongue and his fingers, you felt the dam break. You cried out, his name falling from your lips as your juices flowed over his waiting mouth. He lapped at everything you had to give him, his lips sucking at your folds to get every drop.
“Fuckin’ shit, you’re so perfect,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against the curve of your ass.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed deeply, trying to calm down after the incredible bliss you had just experienced. You didn't have much time to recover however, hearing Joel’s belt clink as he pulled his jeans down a little further, his hands on your hips as he pulled you back and closer to him. You bit your lip as you felt his cock press against you, his hand taking hold of it and smacking the head against your folds, making you keen with impatience. You pushed back against him, your wet canal teasing the tip as it suctioned around him, before pulling back. You did it again, a naughty giggle escaping you as he growled in frustration.
“You want it so bad, don’t ya, dirty girl?” he asked, the timbre of his voice rough and deep. He raised his hand and brought it down against the right globe of your ass, hard.
“Oh god!” you cried out.
“Just call me Joel, darlin’,” he jested, snickering as his hand smoothed over the stinging flesh.
“Joel, please,” you pleaded, turning your head to look at him. “I want it, I want it so bad, give it to me…”
“What do ya want, baby? Tell me,” he instructed, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
You let out a guttural sound, somewhere between arousal and irritation. “Your cock, please, I need your cock inside me!”
Without any hesitation, his cock slammed into you in one, powerful thrust. A shrill moan fell from your lips, eyes widening as you felt his girth stretch your walls, sheathing his length completely. He wasted no time as he pulled out briefly, thrusting back in and instantly setting a hard, fast pace. His hips smacked against the curve of your ass, wet skin slapping together as your hands continued to pull at the covers. You tried to gaze back at him, but you could barely keep your head up, too far gone from the pleasure he was giving you.
“‘S that what you wanted?” he asked, his words chopped between harsh breaths. “Tell me you wanted this big cock fucking you so deep, come on…”
“Y-Yes!” you shrieked, your body shaking from the power of his thrusts, limbs burning as you could hardly hold yourself up anymore. “Yes, I wanted your big cock fucking me so deep, Joel, fucking me hard, dreamt about it so many times.”
He grunted, his hands digging deeper into the flesh of your hips. “Oh, fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear. You’re so fucking tight, baby, feel so good.”
Your arms gave out as you fell forward on the bed, your breasts pressed into the covers while your hips remained up, held by him as he perfectly glided back and forth from your wet heat. The wet smack of his pelvis against your ass joined the cacophony of other sounds coming from both of you, sharp grunts leaving his lips with each thrust as you let out a never ending string of moans and whimpers.
Joel reached for the edge of his t-shirt and whipped it off, throwing it somewhere behind him. His arms slid under you, lifting you up into his big, strong arms as they wrapped around you. His chest pressed against your back, his hips continuing to thrust up into you at a brutal and intoxicating pace as he reached around, unbuttoning the rest of your blouse. He yanked the fabric out of your skirt, throwing it in the general direction of wherever his shirt was, taking the clasp of your bra in one hand and expertly flicking it open. You moaned softly as he pulled it off you, his large hands cupping your breasts, his fingers deftly rolling your nipples into tight buds as your head fell back on his shoulder.
“You said you dreamt about this so many times, right?” he whispered in your ear, the deep, soft rumble making you shiver in his hold.
You nodded, unable to form words as you hooked your arm up around his neck, grabbing onto him.
“Me too, darlin’, more times than I can remember,” he confessed, leaning down to kiss along your jaw. “But this? It’s better than anythin’ my mind could’ve ever thought up.”
“Oh god, Joel,” you whimpered, tucking your face into his neck.
“Your pussy feels better than I could’ve imagined, so wet and warm… grippin’ around my cock so tight, feels fuckin’ incredible, sweetheart.”
As he spoke those words, the curve of his nose nuzzled against your neck, his lips kissing along your skin as a soft cry escaped you. His hips shifted up, slamming into you as he picked up the pace. Beads of sweat rolled down both of your bodies from the rapturous way he was fucking you. Your breasts bounced from the impact as he continued to caress them, his mouth at your neck, nipping and licking at your pulse. You felt the familiar feeling blooming in your core once more, and you knew that you were close, wanting nothing more than to feel Joel lose himself in this euphoria at the same time as you. You opened your eyes, tilting your head to look up at him, his face so close as his lips brushed over yours. Short, strained gasps escaped your mouth as he pummeled into you, your need to tell him that you were on the edge dying on your tongue. One of his hands slipped down from your breast to move between your thighs, his fingers rubbing your clit causing you to moan wantonly into his parted lips, reveling in the fact that he already knew your body so well.
“J-Joel,” you stammered, gripping his curls tight in your hand. “Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum-”
“I know, I can feel it,” he groaned, nipping at your jaw. “Want you cumming so hard, baby, want you soaking my cock.”
As his fingertips worked faster on your swollen nub, his hips smacked harder against you, helping you chase that blissful release. He thrusted up into your wet canal once, twice more until you couldn’t hold on any longer. Your hand held onto his arm that was holding you up to anchor yourself, feeling the intense wave crash over you. Your eyes squeezed shut, vision turning white as your walls contracted around him, nails digging into his skin as his name fell from your lips in a sound somewhere between a moan and scream. You felt your arousal dripping out of you, running down his shaft and your inner thighs, but you barely had time to recover.
He grabbed you by your waist as he pulled out of you, a whine escaping you at the loss of him. It quickly turned into a squeal as he roughly turned you onto your back, throwing your calves onto his shoulders, mindful of your heels. Without any warning, he slammed back into you, your eyes widening as you shrieked. You briefly glanced down to see his thick cock pounding into you, a sticky white ring of your arousal around his girth, making you moan softly. Your hand followed along with your eyeline as it moved up the softness of his belly to the broadness of his chest and shoulders, gripping onto the back of his neck as he fucked you into the mattress. You met his gaze to see his jaw tight and his eyes glowering with an intensity you hadn’t witnessed before, his brown orbs flitting over your features. The rhythm of his hips faltered, and you knew he was close to his own release, too.
“Where do you want me, darlin’?” he asked, his words coming out in short, strained breaths.
“Inside,” you replied, your voice completely unrecognizable to your own ears, husky and desperate as you cared more about feeling him than any decorum. That went out the window several moments ago.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, trying so hard to hold on. “You sure?”
“I-I’m on the pill,” you nodded frantically, wrapping your arms around him. “Please, Joel, please cum inside me. I wanna feel it, fill me up, make me feel it for days…”
That was more than enough for him as his hips slapped against yours in rapid thrusts, your walls clenching tight around him once more and feeling his cock pulse into you. His neck strained back, veins popping up against his skin as he let out a guttural moan, spurts of his seed flooding your tight heat. You hummed in a quiet delight as you felt him coat your walls, giving you everything he had. His head dropped down as he panted heavily, his arms shaking as he continued to hold himself up above you. With a quivering hand, you reached up and cupped his jaw, softly stroking your thumb along his beard. At your touch, his gaze meets yours again, a new, almost shy look reflected in his brown eyes.
He carefully pulled out of you, a hiss leaving your lips at the loss of him but also the delectable burn in your thighs from how hard he had ravished you. You bit your lip as you felt his cum trickling out of you, your legs automatically closing to keep it from leaking onto the bedspread. He laid down beside you, both of you breathing harshly as you came down from the high, an awkward silence stretching on the longer you both stayed still.
You felt like your heart had sank into your stomach when he sat up, groaning softly as his bones clicked and he grasped his jeans around his waist, moving off the bed. You suddenly felt completely exposed, which was strange considering what you had just done, but you were feeling more vulnerable now as your arms came up to cover yourself, eyes frantically searching for your bra. You picked it up off the floor, your mind already reeling with self doubt and regret, not even registering Joel walking out of the bathroom with a wet washcloth. You stood and clasped the bra around yourself quickly, reaching for your top.
“Whoa, whoa, hey,” he husked, stepping in front of you, a frown pulling his brows down. “What’re you doin’?”
You glanced around the room, thanking the Lord above you didn’t see any stains on the bedspread, clutching your blouse to your chest as you met his soft, concerned eyes. You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes for an entirely different and less enjoyable reason than before.
“I’m so-I’m so embarrassed,” you breathed, a tear finally escaping and rolling down one cheek. “This isn’t how I do things, this isn’t how I work-”
“Hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he soothed you, cupping your face in his large hands. “It’s just you and me here, right? Like you said?”
You nodded, not trusting your voice to come out properly.
“Then it’s just between you and me,” he stated, slowly sitting you down on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you, hands still cradling your cheeks. “Wasn’t lyin’ when I said I’ve been thinkin’ about this a long time, darlin’.”
You looked at him, huffing a small laugh. “Me neither.”
A whisper of a smile pulled at lips. “‘Bout fuckin’ time we did something about it, huh?”
“Yeah,” you sniffled, giggling quietly.
He leaned his forehead against yours. “And it was pretty fuckin’ incredible, right?”
“Right,” you nodded, biting your lip.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice deep but soft like his gaze, holding the washcloth up.
You nodded, gulping slightly as you opened your legs, a little hum leaving you as you felt the warm cloth between your folds. He leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your cheek as he cleaned you up, pulling your thong back in place. He stood up, kissing your forehead in the same tenderness, making your eyes flutter closed. Your previous doubts dwindled slightly, but there was one thing still grating at the back of your mind. As he turned his back to you, allowing you to admire the muscles that sculpted it before he pulled his shirt back on, you knew exactly what it was.
Between the throes of passion you had found yourselves in, his lips had never touched yours.
You redressed in silence, pulling your skirt down and smoothing the fabric, buttoning your blouse up and tucking it into the waistband. You fixed your ponytail, making sure it was meticulous once again, before you both turned back to each other. Joel smiled softly, and you tried to return it but you couldn’t help the way your stomach flipped, nervously.
“Joel,” you sighed, unsure of how to say what you wanted to. Maybe all he wanted was to fool around, and this little tryst was satisfying enough for him, which meant he had no desire to kiss you. Maybe he didn’t want more, and when he said he had pictured this countless times, he only meant sex and nothing more.
Before you could jump to any further conclusions, however, Joel stepped in front of you. His body, well built over his time in construction, stood tall over you and barely an inch away as his arms suddenly slid around your waist. You gasped in surprise as you stared up at him, the force of him pulling you close automatically causing your own arms to drape around his neck. Without sparing another second, he leaned in and captured your lips in a searing, passionate kiss. Your eyes closed as you moaned against his mouth, his tongue slipping past as the intensity grew. You clung to his broad physique, pressing yourself closer to him as your fingers combed through his soft curls. His lips moved over yours, a small groan escaping him as you softly nipped at his bottom one. The sparks you had felt before as he took you on your client’s bed had returned, but even stronger this time, melting those previous doubts and delusions away.
Reluctantly, he pulled away as you inhaled sharply, needing air after he kissed you breathless. He peered down at you, a smirk pulling at his perfect lips as he cupped your cheek, his thick thumb grazing your skin.
“Shoulda done that a long time ago, too,” he confessed, brows furrowing at his own stupidity.
“I thought… before we, you didn’t want to or-” you babbled, shaking your head as you tried to find the right words, but it seemed he understood as he pecked your lips softly, silencing your worries.
“Oh, I wanted to, but you had other ideas in the form of incentive, darlin’,” he teased, grinning as he wiggled his eyebrows.
You rolled your eyes at your own hastiness, feeling a little silly for overthinking his intentions when you had been so desperate to feel him. “Sorry.”
“Hey, I ain’t complain’, sweetheart,” he reassured you.
You both leaned into each other, meeting halfway in yet another passionate kiss, but this time there was a certainty in it that calmed you, giving way to an exhilarating flutter in your stomach. He pulled away slowly, unwilling to part from you completely though as his arms tightened around you.
“Can I take you to dinner on Friday?” he asked, that deep, rumbling timbre of his tone making you shiver. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, and you found it completely endearing.
You pressed your lips together to keep from smiling before you spoke. “Like… like a date?”
“Yeah,” he whispered against your mouth.
You beamed, unable to stop yourself from throwing yourself further into his strong body. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, tucking your face into his neck, leaving a soft kiss at his pulse. A muffled “yes” left you as you giggled, the sound causing him to chuckle, practically squeezing you in his firm embrace. When you woke up that morning, you never could’ve imagined the day turning out quite like this. You suddenly didn’t care about a deadline, all the work that needed to be done on the house, all the paperwork. None of it really mattered and would work out the way it needed to, but all you really cared about was finally being in Joel’s arms.
You both made the room decent after that, with him insisting on helping you change the bedspread despite the fact that you had thankfully left no evidence of your romp. You both walked downstairs, allowing Joel to take some more measurements before the inevitable text from Tommy chimed from his phone, asking him where the hell he was.
“I’ll talk to him tonight,” he informed you, watching you shove all your papers back in your tote. “See what we can do about getting this done within a decent timeframe. Gonna try for four weeks minimum, and six max.”
You let out a relieved sigh, throwing your arms around him again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“Can’t promise anything,” he added, trying to be firm with you but finding himself smirking. “You gotta talk to that boss o’ yours, too.”
“I will,” you vowed.
As you locked up the house, you sent each other off with another sweet kiss at your car, neither of you caring about the sun blazing down on you. You went your separate ways, but as you drove back to the office to finish up the last couple of hours of the day, you smiled to yourself about everything that unfolded back at the house. You may have forgotten yourself in regards to Joel and your work for a minute back there, but you felt reassured that it wasn’t all for nothing once you both expressed how you had always felt about each other. Your worries about work didn’t seem so heavy anymore.
You had the man of your literal dreams, a date with him, and hopefully the promise of so much more in the future.
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