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You perched on the edge of your old blue bedspread and waited for Joel to arrive. You squirmed impatiently, listening eagerly for the sound of approaching footsteps. When he didn’t immediately show up, you began to doubt yourself. You realized that he never made any indication that he was going to follow you upstairs, though you hadn’t given much of a chance to before rushing inside.
The ghost of his touch lingered on your jaw and lips. You brushed your own fingers against where his hand had been, recalling his words:
You know why.
He hadn’t explicitly said it—had never actually admitted to anything. But he was the one who put the question out there—who touched you first. Your mind ran in circles as you tried to calculate the likelihood that you’d somehow misinterpreted the whole thing. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footfalls, and the slow turning of the door handle.
And there he was.
You shot up from your place on the bed, and for a moment, the two of you did nothing but exchange a heavy look with one another. He was chewing his lip, looking at you like you were a sin he was preparing to commit—in turn, you were silently pleading with him to just do it already.
“Come here,” he beckoned softly. You didn’t make the decision to step towards him—you just moved forward, as though his command was a tether that physically pulled you to him.
You stepped closer until you were sharing each other’s air, though you weren’t touching.
“Joel,” you whispered softly. You didn’t know if it was a pleading, or a prompting, or something else entirely. You just needed to feel his touch.
He let out a long breath. “I need you to do something for me first, sweetheart,” he said. You furrowed your brows in confusion.
He swallowed. “I need you to say it.”
Oh.
You realized suddenly that while you were up here, going stir-crazy about whether he really wanted this, Joel was downstairs, trying to work out whether you really wanted it, too. It was all so silly, really.
You looked him directly in his dark, weathered eyes. “I want you,” you said without hesitation.
“Baby, I need you to be sure,” he said, rubbing a spot on his forehead.
You raised an eyebrow. “Do I need to hire a lawyer to convince you? Joel, listen to me. I want you.” And then, when he didn’t immediately say anything, you did something that shocked you almost as much as it seemed to surprise him: you kissed him first.
Although your lips were gentle on his, the effect was immediate. You weren’t just kissing him anymore; he was kissing you back, and it instantly deepened, graduating from soft lips to tongue and teeth and moaning into each other’s mouths. Your hands slid up his broad shoulders until they found their home on the back of his neck, and his hands circled your waist, pressing you firmly into his warmth.
To your relief, he wasted no time feigning decency. His hands slid down to squeeze your ass, and he pressed you into him until you could feel his hardness against your thigh. A bolt of electricity shot through you at the contact.
“We gotta be quick, baby, before anyone notices we’re gone,” he mumbled against your lips, and in response, you licked your tongue deep into his mouth. He guided you by the waist until your back was against the wall, and then you pulled your face away, letting your panting breaths mingle.
“Fuck me already,” you said, and a darkened look fell across his features. Squeezing your waist, he roughly flipped you so that you were facing the wall.
“Yes, ma’am.”
You heard him undo his belt buckle, but he gave no other warning before suddenly entering you, stretching you out with his cock until he was so deep inside of you that your head fell onto the wall, the feel of him spreading all the way to your fingertips. You both moaned louder than you should’ve, and Joel brought his hand up to cover your mouth.
“Gotta be quiet for me, sweetheart, remember?” he said, and slowly pulled almost all the way back out before rutting back into you—hard. He set the pace, the force of his thrusts causing you to gasp into his palm every time you felt him hit your cervix. As he picked up the pace, you heard his breathing grow ragged, and tears began collecting in your eyes.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he said, voice straining. His breaths were coming faster now. “So tight…so wet for me.”
You moaned his name into his hand, and bucked your hips back into him, wanting him deeper, though there was no deeper. He dropped his head onto your shoulder as you began to meet him thrust for thrust, and you could feel your orgasm building between your thighs.
A bang reverberated from downstairs that caused you both to freeze, but you relaxed at the sound of the rowdy laughter that quickly followed. As you pushed back down on his cock, you couldn’t help the moan that slipped from your lips as he once again began pounding you into the wall.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he growled as he pistoned into you, the vulgar slap of your skin on his getting louder. “You like getting fucked by your daddy’s work friend with everybody right downstairs. Is this what you want?” He fucked you harder.
“Joel,” you whined as he slid his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat. His panting combined with the way he talked dirty in your ear pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he said, rutting into you with abandon. You could tell he was close, too. “You gonna come all over my cock?”
Your breath hitched, and you reached blindly back to grab onto whatever parts of him your hand could find.
“Come inside me, Joel—please—need your cum,” you begged him, gritting your teeth and seeing nothing through the blur of your tears. He groaned at your words.
“You want my cum?” he taunted, huffing against your ear. “Come for me first, sweet girl, n’ I promise… I’ll stuff you so full of my cum that you’ll be dripping with me for days.”
You cried out, teetering on the edge.
“Now,” he commanded. “Come.”
You were thrown over the edge by his words, helpless against the wave of pleasure that overtook you, blinding you, and your whole body convulsed, bowing back into him as you reached back to grab purchase in his hair.
“Oh, good girl—so good for me, baby. Thank you,” he said, fucking you through your orgasm. You heard his breath hitch loudly, and you felt his thrusts stuttering.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said as he buried himself deep, and you felt him throb once inside of you before spilling his seed into your deepest parts, grinding it into you with his cock. He groaned into your hair as he came, holding you to him as he continued to fill you with his cum.
Once you were both finished, you remained entwined with one another for a moment longer, and waited for your breaths to steady.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Joel whispered into your ear before nipping at your shoulder. “Wouldna guessed you had it in you, sweetheart.” He peeled his body away from yours, and you felt him slide out of you.
You remained leaning against the wall, wobbling a bit on your legs, and dragged your hand over your hair to fix it. “You don’t think anyone heard us, right?” you asked, watching him pull his jeans back up over his thighs.
“We should be good—didn’t hear anyone comin’ upstairs. Here,” he said, holding your panties open for you. You stepped inside and watched as he pulled them hastily up your thighs. When you felt like you could stand again without support, he tossed you your dress.
Once both of you were fully dressed again, he grabbed you by the arm and turned you to face him urgently. “I don’t think I have to remind you a’this,” he said, his accent really coming through, “but you ain’t tellin’ anyone about this. If your daddy ever found out I was puttin’ it in his daughter—”
“Hello?” a slightly muffled voice called from outside your bedroom door—Lucas. “Is someone in there?”
Both you and Joel immediately jumped away from each other as your friend opened the door.
“Oh,” Lucas said, taken by surprise at the scene he’d just walked in to. “There you are. I was looking for you everywhere.”
“Bet you were,” Joel said coolly, crossing his arms. It was as though he hadn’t been inside of you less than five minutes ago—as though you still couldn’t feel his cum seeping out of you, soaking your panties.
“Well, I think you get the point,” Joel grumbled to you, looking pointedly at Lucas. You were struck by how easily he had re-adopted his nonchalant demeanor. “I’ll see you kids downstairs.”
He strode out without another word, and then it was once again just you and Lucas standing there awkwardly, unsure of what to say. You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm your heartbeat.
“Sorry,” you said, and Lucas shook his head in dismissal, peering through the doorway to wherever Joel had stalked off to.
He gave you a funny smirk. “He doesn’t like me very much, does he?”