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"Don't make a sound."
Joel held one hand to your mouth, while he fiddled with your belt with the other one. You grabbed firmly to the sink in front of you, legs already trembling and he hadn't even touched you properly yet.
His beard was brushing lightly against your cheek, your nose just on the right height to be filled by the smell of his cologne. He unbuckled your belt and unzipped your jeans, caressing your core through your underwear. Your cunt fit perfectly on the embrace of his palm, as if one was made for the other.
"You've been thinking about me the whole night, haven't ya?" He whispered, moving his hand slowly. "I saw the way you looked at me... The way you squeezed your thighs together when I looked back..."
You thought about moments earlier, when the two of you were in the living room with your family. Your cousins playing on the mat, while your mother and aunts chatted by the kitchen, everyone waiting for the familiar click of the stove, signaling that the roasted turkey was ready.
There were a bunch of concomitant chats you could be engaging in. The basketball game, the lastest episode of another generic talk show, the weather, conspiracy theories about the government. Even with the myriad of subjects being unraveled right in front of you, you had your whole mind and body focused on your dad's best friend who leaned lazily against a wall by the corner of the room.
Jeans, a pair of black boots and a plain grey T-shirt. Style wasn't exactly something Joel Miller valued much, at least not when it came to his own clothes. But, thankfully, it wasn't something he had to rely on. His full beard matched with his salt and pepper hair, and his broad shoulders carried an impressive pair of muscular arms. Even the way he carried himself was attractive. His posture was the one of a man, a real man, who might have his own challenges to overcome but knows to provide for, care and love when those around him need it. And oh boy, he was ready to provide for you that night.
He made his way to the inside of your panties, touching your folds softly. You let out a gasp, which was muffled by his hand, still firmly positioned on your mouth.
"Shh... It's okay, baby." He whispered. "You're doing so good for me... You're so goddamn wet already..." He took his hand off of your pussy and lifted his fingers to his mouth, tasting you. "You taste so good, love. Just the way I imagined it."
Fuck. You weren't the only one imagining it.
"Tell me, princess..." He paused, nibbling on your earlobe slightly. "Do you want me, hm? You want me to make you cum while your whole family is waiting for you downstairs?" He takes his hand off your mouth so you can answer.
"Yes." It comes out instantly. "Please."
"You're so naughty... You know that, don't you? This was supposed to be a family dinner, baby... Don't you have any respect for Thanksgiving?" He teased you, his middle finger finding your clit and circling it slowly.
"Give me something to be thankful for." You teased back. His eyes met yours on the mirror in front of you and he chuckled.
"Your wish is my command, miss. Just remember to keep quiet." As he whispered the last couple of words, he began to stroke you faster, and you bit your bottom lip in response, holding in a moan.
The position you were in wasn't very ergonomic, and there isn't much you can do inside such a small bathroom, but he was fully committed to give you the pleasure you craved for. He focused his ring and middle finger on your clit, adjusting the pace as he noticed your legs getting weaker.
"That's it, you're doing so good baby." He kissed your neck and reached with his free hand to grab one of your boobs, pressing you against the hard bulge in his jeans. Whatever was going outside the dimly lit room didn't matter anymore. He was all you could smell, all you could see, all you could feel. His fingers were gentle and yet precise, just like when he played his guitar on one of your dad's birthday – the day you realised your admiration for Joel Miller might be bigger than you previously thought. It never ceased to amaze you how someone could be so tough and, somehow, so delicate. You were completely at his mercy now, that familiar pressure forming between your thighs.
"J-Joel... I'm getting close..." You whimpered, arching your torso.
"It's okay, darling. Let it all out for me, I wanna watch you cum. You've been such a good girl..."
And with that, you came undone on his hand. You could feel your clit pulsing as you bit your lip once again, melting completely on his arms. He held you in place, helping you ride the wave of pleasure that coursed through your body. "Fuck, baby. You're so beautiful when you cum."
As you came back to reality, he slowed down his strokes, pressing soft kisses to your neck. "You were amazing, sweetheart. So fucking good." He took his finger to your mouth, so you could taste your own arousal. You sucked on it while making eye contact with Joel through the mirror, receiving a low groan in response.
You touched his cock through his jeans, caressing it. "Now let me take care of you..."
Before you could proceed, a "DINNER'S READY" scream was heard coming from downstairs. Joel grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away, letting out a low chuckle.
"Don't worry, baby. I can take care of that myself. You should go, before someone notices your absence." He placed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"No, please, I want to." You whimpered, not ready to wake up from this dream just yet.
"Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be plenty of opportunity for that some other day. Now you need to go downstairs before someone comes looking for you."
"Fine." You answer with a sigh and adjusted your clothes, trying to pretend you weren't a complete mess. Before leaving, you turned around and pressed a hot kiss to his lips, to which he responded eagerly, wrapping an arm around your waist, but letting go a few seconds later.
"You really need to leave now." He chuckled, as he reluctantly let go of you. You made your way to the door, but stopped right before unlocking it.
"I see you downstairs?" You asked.
"Oh, for sure." He answered. "I got a lot to thank for tonight."