Chapter Text
Teasing Joel Miller
The club was full, the music way too loud, the people too close, but you had promised Samantha you would go out tonight, after three years getting your degree, and finally coming back to Austin, Sam had practically coerced you into a night out on the town. She was dressed to kill, her silver dress hugging her in all the right ways as she danced with you. You were already buzzed as she took you outside for a smoke. You didn’t smoke but when you saw what Samantha had you didn’t mind so much.
“Sure you don’t want a drag?” Sam says, teasing your name as she lights the joint.
“Sam you’re a terrible influence you know that?” You laugh, already eager for a draw on the fat blunt.
“Yep, but you ditched me for three years, you don’t get to judge me.” She retorts as she takes a heavy pull on the blunt before passing it to you. You take a heavy draw and you notice her eyes go wide in surprise.
“Sam, I was in college in California, you really think your bum-fuck nowhere weed was going to faze me?” You ask, letting the smoke roll out of your mouth lazily, the harshness of the burn nothing compared to the shit you did in college. But the high hits you immediately, a comforting blanket over the harsh buzz of the alcohol warming your veins.
“Damn girl you grew up while you were away.” Sam jokes, taking another long draw as she looks you up and down. You were in tight black slacks and a maroon blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to be slutty, yet refined.
“That’s an understatement,” You breathe as you feel the hazy pleasure of a good high settle over you, “Fucking hell Sam, why did I ever leave?” You ask, not really expecting and answer but you were already losing some of your inhibitions. C
“Is what it is, now lets go dance.” Sam says with a hazy laugh as she drags you back into the venue. The loud music a little more bearable as you succumb to the modest high. You and Sam dance like no-one is watching, even if they most certainly were, a smile plastered on your face the whole time as you let yourself go for the first time in years. You bump and grind against your best friend and let the worries of the past three years melt away for what feels like hours.
The urge to pee makes you break off, no longer able to contain nature’s call as you push through waves of strangers. Something catches your eye as you reach the bathroom, the flash of someone gone as soon as it arrived. You shake your head sure it was nothing as you relieve yourself, hovering over the seatless bowl.
Classy establishment Sam.
You think to yourself as you feel your thighs strain from the squat. You wash up and head back to the dance floor looking for Sam but no matter where you looked you couldn’t see her. You pull out your cell and flip it open, checking if she had text you. But nothing. You sigh and try to wade through the crowds to find your friend. But the club was a mass of writhing bodies and unfamiliar faces as you tried to fight the riptide of people pressing around you. You hear your name called out and turn.
“Hey you ok sweetheart?” Joel Miller’s voice cuts through the chaos and your heart catches in your throat as you take him in. He’s older, grown up. The silly school girl crush that you thought had faded as you found boys your age burned in your groin, he had always been handsome, but now he was stronger, filled out in a way that only hard labour could mould. You’d forgotten how old he was, younger than your father, but he was still at least ten years your senior.
Too old for you.
You scold yourself as you can already feel the arousal at his gaze settling over you. He looked fucking good. His tight white shirt, dark jeans and maroon cowboy boots just helped you drink him in. It was frankly unfair. You pushed through the crowd, trying to get to a safe harbour, a friendly face, but something in the back of your mind wanted to pull him onto the dance floor. You pushed it to the back of your mind as you reached him.
“Joel, what are you doing here?” You shout over the crowd as you learn towards him, his head dipping down to your shoulder to hear you. The brush of his breath warming the skin on your neck as he breathed, he smelled of whiskey and tobacco. Your hair stands on end as you drink it in.
“Some stupid contractor night out, celebrating a new bid, I don’t fucking know, they’ve all fucked off anyway.” He yells back, and you smile as you notice the sweet little dimple that formed at the corner of his mouth as he grins down at you.
“I seem to have lost my friend, so I think I’ve been ditched too.” You say, a silly smile plastered over your face as you fawn under the completely uninterested gaze of your dad’s best friend.
“Fancy getting a drink somewhere quieter?” He asks and you’re so tempted but Sam’s welfare was high on your list of priorities.
“I do need to find out if my friend is ok.”
“I can stick around for a bit if you want?” He offers and your heart races, you have to know its just a friend of the family helping out, but something in your hopes it’s something else. Hopes he’s as awestruck at you as you were at him.
“That’d be great thank-“ Your phone buzzes in your purse and you pull it out with lightning speed.
Headed home with some college junior, he’s very keen, will let you know when I’m home. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You smile down at the message and look back up into Joel’s hopeful gaze. You are glad for the loud dance music as you whimper up into his dark eyes. The alcohol and weed buzz emboldening you, driving your arousal faster than normal.
Or was it Mr Miller that did that?
“No worries, she’s found her happy place.” You shake your head as you speak and Joel catches your meaning with a minuscule twitch of his lips.
“Still wanna get a drink?” He asks, his nerve faltering slightly. You watch as he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit you knew from a mile away. You had seen it when your father had caught him playing grab ass with the local girls in his dad’s garage, when he was stuck trying to figure out what was choking the throttle on his Mustang.
“Come on Mr. Miller, the night’s still young.”
***
The dive bar was off the beaten path, the music came from a jukebox, and the whole place smelled like stale beer and sawdust. But it felt oddly comforting compared to the club. You sat at a booth with Joel. Your beer bottles dripping with condensation in the late August heat.
“So how the fuck have you been sweetheart?” Joel asks such enthusiasm as he leans over the sticky table to focus in on you that you feel the flush of arousal deep in your belly. No one was ever as full on and interested in you the way Joel always had been. Before it had been interest in the social studies project about wealth inequality in America, your terrible attempts to learn Spanish, the community centre work you had done to teach kids computer skills. Now it was just about you. And that made you think.
Had it always been you?
“Alright, college sucked, tonight sucked, what about you? How’s Sarah?” You ask as you nurse the beer slowly, moving your mind away from the spiralling steam of consciousness fuelled by the weed high.
“Sarah’s great, she’s taken up gymnastics and debate, it’s terrifying to see how fast she’s growing up.” Joel nods, his dark facial hair catching your eye, already beginning to splinter into greys and silvers in places.
“She’s what fourteen now?” You ask as you ease back into the booth.
“Indeed she is, almost ready to fly the coop.” He jokes but you hear the hurt underlying his words.
“She’ll always be your little girl Joel, you have to know that, you’re such a good dad.” Your words are tumbling out of your mouth, sucked up in a riptide of a hedonistic, uninhibited joy as you try not to think about the curve of Joel’s mouth as he smiled. And how it would feel if those lips pressed against your skin.
“That’s very sweet of you doll.” Joel chuckles, but you’ve noticed the way he had been staring at you, the look he was giving you across the booth was dangerous. He was lapping you up the same way you were drinking him in. Your chest tightened as you pressed your knees together, trying to quell the ache between your legs as you imagined what it would be like to have his strong nose pressed against the heat of your mound.
“Damn it all,” You breathe as you try to do the right thing. “Joel I need to go home. Thanks for the beer.”
“Sure thing, you need a ride back? I’ve only had one, well,” He drained the last half of his beer, and you watch shamelessly as he tilts his head back, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. The sheen of sweat drawing your gaze down to his open shirt where the soft smattering of chest hair peaked out, “Two beers, I’m good to drive.” You look away as he speaks, hoping he hadn’t caught your lecherous gaze.
“I’d appreciate that thanks Joel.” You nod affirmatively as you leave the bar, the night air thick with heat and humidity as you walk the few blocks to his car. All the while you’re trying not to steal glances at him.
“So, you back from college then?” He asks slowly, trying to find the right way to ask, “For good this time?”
“Unless I get a job elsewhere, I think so, kind of missed the place.” You admit, the high-strung chaos of California was too much to handle even when you weren’t stressed out of your mind studying for finals. And it was expensive.
“Good to know, Sarah’ll be pleased.” He says with a nod as you approach his battered old Bronco, the blue paint sun-bleached and peeling.
“I’ve missed her y’know? She always knew how to make me smile, even on my worst days.” You climb into the passenger door and slam the door behind you, making sure to give it a good tug as it was always getting stuck. You knew Joel wouldn’t have gotten it fixed. It was his workhorse, he’d run it into the ground before getting another.
“She’s good like that.” Joel hums in approval as he slides into the cab next to you. The scent of tobacco, vanilla, and his cologne mixed with fresh perspiration filled your senses as the cab sealed behind him. You feel the arousal coil in your belly as you try and look anywhere but him as the truck starts with a cough.
“Still living with your pop?” He asks as he pulls out into the streets of Austin, the traffic easy this time of night. The radio is on, Norma Tanega lilting through the air as you mouth the lyrics, never being much of a singer, you still loved to lose yourself in music.
“Yeah going to be staying there until I get enough money together for a deposit on an apartment.” You say as you break from your miming, watching the city go by in a haze as you tried not to look at Joel in the reflection.
“Smart move, living with parents can be, difficult.” He says and you can hear the smile in his tone, you can’t help but smile too, you’d been home a few days and you were already feeling trapped. It’s why you were so keen to get out tonight, even if it ended up a complete failure.
“You have no idea.” You chuckle and chance a look at him in there reflection. Your heart stops as you see he has done the same, quickly shifting his eyes back to the road. But the image is seared into your brain, those bottomless chocolate-caramel eyes drinking you in while you weren’t looking. His smile as he watched you mouthing the lyrics with joy and the panicked look that you caught as he turned away. You shivered with delight and let yourself feel good about the somewhat taboo interaction at play. You say no more for the short ride back to your house, the tension maddening but silence was better than risking saying something you’d regret.
“Alright, here you are, have a good night sweetheart.” Joel said softly as he pulled up outside your driveway, your dad’s Silver ’67 Shelby in the drive. You turn to thank Joel and you lock eyes, he was leaning towards you, hand on the bench seat barely an inch from your own as he freezes in place.
“Night Joel,” You fight the urge to reach out and touch him, “Thanks for the ride.”
“Anytime gorgeous, now git!” He nodded towards the house, the porch light coming on as you knew your dad had seen a truck outside and was getting ready to confront the loiterer, “Your dad will be out here with a shotgun if you don’t hurry on up.”
“You’re not wrong, see you around, Miller.” You winked in the spur of the moment, panicking and getting out of the car before you see him react. You hurry up to the front porch, the door opening as you hit the top step. You wince as you wait for the scolding you know you deserve.
“You’re home late.” You look up into the disapproving eyes of your father as he looks at you with a frown, arms crossed over his chest, his nose wrinkles and you know it’s the weed he can smell.
“Sorry dad, Sam ditched me for some guy, Joel took me for a beer and drove me home, I just lost track of time.”
“Joel? My Joel?” Your dad asks, eyes narrowed as you push past him.
“Yes dad your Joel.” You roll your eyes, as you head into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
“Good man, you alright honey? You smell like…” He pauses as he stands in the doorway you feel his eyes boring into your from behind.
“Weed, grass, Marijuana, cannabis, take your pick,” You sass, not willing to be lectured when you know for sure he, Tommy, and Joel smoke in the back garden on occasion. On summer vacation or over spring break you always caught the whiff of it, the muffled laughter only confirming it.
“Honey I just don’t want you throwing your life away on drugs-” He starts but you cut him off.
“I’m going to bed, I had two bumps, and it was Sam’s anyway, I don’t even know how to get weed in Austin.” You say, already kicking off your shoes off at the base of the stairs as you speak. You breathe a sigh of relief as the tension on your feet eases, there was always something so satisfying about removing heels.
“Honey, I-“
“Night Dad.” You shout as you slam the door to your bedroom, slumping back against the door as you sigh. You take a long gulp of water and head to the window to close your curtains and crack the window. Joel’s bedroom light is on and you smile, the thought of seeing him again made your heart flutter. You linger for a moment, lost in the moment in the cab where you caught his hungry gaze in the window reflection.
Then you see it, Joel with nothing but boxers on, you snap the curtains shut as you hope he hadn’t caught you. You turn off the lights and force yourself into bed, mind racing as you tried to get Joel Miller out of your mind. But you slip your hand between your soaking wet folds and chase your release, thinking what it would be like to have his full, plush lips against your mound. His thick, calloused fingers inside you instead of yours as you roll your clit with your one hand, the two fingers of the other pumping hard inside you as you gave up and let yourself think of Joel. Your release came almost too quickly as you fell apart with Joel Miller’s name whispered from your lips.
*
Joel saw the curtains twitch and he smiled despite himself. He knew he was playing with fire, thinking of you like this. He had been rock hard ever since the moment you had gotten into his cab, the smell of you burned into his nostrils as he tried to think of anything else. Anyone else, he was palming his erection as he lay in bed, the memory of you drinking him in with your eyes as you saw one another in the club came to him and he groaned, jerking himself off as he remembered the tension in the cab rolling off both of you. The tension in his stomach built as he pumped his length aggressively, trying to imagine what you felt like, what you tasted like, until his balls tightened and hot spurts of cum splattered on his abs. He saw white and breathed your name as he came down from his own high.
“I’m fucked,” He groans softly in the darkness as he drapes his arm over his eyes, trying to block out the sight of you in that tight maroon shirt. The thought of your breasts heaving as you laughed that sweet little laugh made him groan as his cock swelled once more this hadn’t happened in years and he smiled as he began to jerk himself off again, “So fucked.”
***
It’s a week until you see him again, you made a point of staying home as much as possible, applying for jobs in town on days you knew Joel was away, and catching up on the reading you had abandoned while in college. It was Saturday and the weather was glorious, you couldn’t help but put on some sun block and sprawl out on the lounger in the back garden under the cherry tree. Your mother had always made you wear sun block, even when you wouldn’t be in direct sunlight, and the habit had stuck.
You had seen Joel’s truck leave earlier, loaded with materials and tools, so you knew there was a chance he would be out all day. You needed to distance yourself from him, you knew it was the sensible choice. You put on some classical music on your iPod, and put your headphones in to help you relax. You open up the worn transcript of a play you adored and got lost in tragic drama you knew so well. Your pencilled in comments and annotations from high school still legible as you smile at the scrawled handwriting you knew no one else could read but you.
You begin to doze off as you hear the chain link gate at the side of the house rattle open then closed, your dad’s rolling timbre rousing you from your book. You take the headphones out, getting ready to greet him when you hear the grumpy drawl that made your heart race.
“Fucking cheap bastards, no way was I continuing with that job.” Joel huffs, his brother Tommy in tow as they follow your father into the back yard.
“Sounds rough, oh hey honey!” Your dad says as he notices you, you smile meekly and wave at the trio, noticing the look on Joel’s face as he took in the short jean shorts and tank top you were wearing, your bare feet dangling over the edge as you tried not to squirm under his intense stare.
“Hey guys.” You say softly and slowly put your headphones back in and pull your book back up, trying hard to not track Joel with your eyes as he followed your dad to the patio chairs and tables. Tommy and Joel took a seat as your dad went inside, likely to get them some beers.
“You going to join us doll?” Tommy’s voice cuts through the music you were no longer listening to, and the book you were pretending to read. You look up and see him beckoning to you as you try to find an excuse not to. You sigh and pause the music, wrapping the headphones up around your iPod as you make your way over to the patio.
“Hey Tommy, Joel.” You say with as calm a voice as you can muster. You sit between the brothers and try not to rake your eyes over Joel in his plaid work shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose his strong forearms dusted with thick, dark hair. His faded blue jeans were tight against his thighs as he sat forward, elbows on the wicker tabletop. You look over to Tommy to find a parallel Adonis, his long hair loose and curled around his face. His denim shirt open in the Texas heat, his tan skin on display as you noticed how ripped he was. Joel was broader but Tommy was cut like glass. You stare forward, not meeting either brother’s gaze as you just wanted the ground to open up beneath you. Had they both always been this hot? Or had you just grown up enough to finally notice?
“What you reading there doll?” Tommy asks, reaching out for the book. “A View from a Bridge, heavy stuff.” You nod curtly, far too distracted to engage in deep literary dialogue.
“Excellent taste.” Joel drawls and you flick your eyes to catch his gaze. The look he was giving you was intense, you suppress a whimper at the pooling of arousal a single look managed to rouse. His nostrils flared as he looked away, towards the house.
“I like the social commentary, it’s still relevant today and I have a soft spot for Rodolpho.” You shrug, having read the play many times, you even saw the drama club put on a performance of it in college.
“True that, change is slow, but I’d like to think some things have come along.” Tommy remarked as your dad came out of the patio doors with four beers in his hands.
“Thought you’d join us honey,” Your dad chuckles and sets the beers down on the table, using his keychain bottle opener to pop the bottles open, “Well, here’s to dirtbags who won’t pay the going rate I suppose.”
“Cheers to that.” Tommy said with glee, clearly much happier to sip beer than to be working. Joel simply nodded and raised his bottle in salute. You do the same. The whole time you focus on your dad, smiling at the age difference between him and the Miller brothers. He’d taken them both on with the contracting agency he worked at once Tommy turned eighteen, mostly to keep them out of trouble but because they were damned hard workers when put to task. He’d already been in his forties then, so they were like sons to him.
“So, how’s the 70 Boss coming along Joel? New tires treating you ok?” Your dad asks and you smile, knowing you can just listen to this conversation without needing to speak. You loved cars, loved working on them with Tommy, Joel, and your dad ever since you were a kid, but even now you didn’t even own your own car, let alone a classic like theirs.
“You going to get yourself a muscle car doll?” Tommy asks you and you blush, not having paid much attention as you tried to block the brothers out of your mind.
“Like dad would let me,” You laugh and the look on your dad’s face confirms it, “But I’d love a Plymouth Coronet.” You admit, the Coronet a favourite of yours ever since your college boyfriend Steve had driven you fast in it, in more ways than one.
“Oh niche, but a good choice.” Tommy laughed but you saw the disapproval on your father’s face.
“You don’t need a muscle car, just get a nice little hatch back for commuting.” Your father scolds you and you try not to roll your eyes.
“If I wanted a sports car, I’d go for a Stingray,” You’re emboldened by the Miller brothers’ presence, and you see your father seethe at your words. He was always protective, especially when it came to cars and you, “Pretty sure Gordon Cooper and Buzz Aldrin had one, that’s rad.”
“Didn’t peg you for a NASA groupie sweetheart,” Joel drawls at you, an excited gleam in his eye as he looked you with delight, it was as if you being smart, hot, and funny was a turn on, go figure, “Expensive taste your daughter has Howard,” Joel chuckles and you eye him cautiously, “Dangerous that.” He finishes, giving you a look that makes your tongue feel like it had dissolved. Everything about the way his eyes challenged you, the way his lips twitched up challengingly as he trapped you in his gaze, made you squirm.
“Yeah, tell me about it.” Your dad mumbled and you shot him a look but he ignored it.
“Hey Tommy, wanna see my new fishing gear? Kid got me a load of nice stuff for my birthday, I’m sure you’d appreciate it.” Your dad offers and Tommy practically jumps out of his seat. Tommy had always loved fishing.
“You betcha, you two want to come see?” Tommy asks you with enthusiasm you hoped you would have for something one day.
“I’m good, I bought it for him after all.” You say not unkindly but you just weren’t interested. You’d gone to a tackle shop and gotten everything the little old man had told you to get. You were sure you’d overbought but you didn’t care, you’d made a modest amount of money waitressing so you didn’t mind spoiling your dad occasionally.
“I’m not much of a fisherman.” Joel say softly, his tone casual but you can see the vein on his neck bulging as he spoke.
“No matter, you’ll love this Tommy, let’s go.” Your dad was practically buzzing with excitement to show someone else the trove of fishing treasures in the spare room. Tommy drained his beer and followed your dad eagerly into the house, the patio door sliding shut with a hiss as you’re suddenly alone with Joel.
“So, you been avoiding me sweetheart?” Joel cuts straight to the chase and you stare wide eyed at him as he stares you down you, his chin cradled against his fists as he leans forward against the table. You freeze as you try to excuse it but you know its true.
“Just thought it would be best if we distanced ourselves.” You mumble pathetically as you play with the hem of your tank top.
“Best for whom?” He asks, his tone teasing as he continued to stare you down. He was playing with the edges of the play that sat on the icier tabletop.
“I dunno, for us? For my dad?” You fumble over your words, the mild chastisement turning you on as you try and avoid his gaze.
“So you didn’t see me topless last week? Running away like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar?” He asks with a darkness to his tone as he called you out on your bluff.
“I did, but I shut the curtains and went to bed.” You blurt, shameful you had been caught snooping. But it made you so hot, the way he lorded it over you, enjoying watching you squirm.
“You went to bed? That all?” He growls and you see the desire in his eyes as your mouth goes dry. Your arousal already burning a firm wet patch into your panties. His smile was dangerously hot as he teased you.
“No.” You breathe looking away as you feel the heat of embarrassment splash across your cheekbones.
“What did you do sweetheart? You read a book? Listen to some music? Fuck yourself?” He asks, his voice like honey as his questions dripped from his mouth.
“Joel, what are you-“ You ask, as he grasps your jaw, you hadn’t realised how close you had gotten, his coarse fingertips brushing against your skin with a fire that made you gasp.
“I didn’t just go to bed that night, I thought about you as I jerked off, no matter how hard I tried, you were there, always on my mind.” He breathed as he rubbed his rough thumb along your jaw. You shiver and blow the air through your nostrils harshly as you try to remain calm.
“I fucked myself Joel, thinking about you.” You admit, your eyes closed in embarrassment as you try not to rub your thighs together for some small release as your pussy ached for the man that had you in his grasp.
“Dirty girl, thinking about your dad’s best friend while you got off, so fucking dirty.” He growls as his other hand clamps on your thigh.
“Joel, my dad, Tommy.” You hiss, eyes flicking to the patio doors in alarm, terrified you’d get caught.
“I know sugar, but I needed to be sure, sure it wasn’t just the high or the alcohol.” He breathed and you melted as his lips met yours softly, teasingly, asking permission. He pulls back as you begin to speak.
“Joel I’ve wanted you for a long time, even when I was with my college boyfriend I often thought of you.” You admit, the truth coming out like tumbling dice, the risk of rejection fresh in your mind as you realise what you had said.
“You bad girl, thinking about me when another man was between your legs.” He purrs as he kisses you again, his hot tongue firm against the seam of your lips. You gasp and let him press into your mouth, the sensation far beyond anything you could have ever imagined. His tongue dominated you as he pulled soft moans out of you. Your pussy was hot and wet and twitching as you tried not to throw all caution to the wind and straddle the older man.
“Joel we need to stop.” You breathe, breaking the kiss and forcing your forehead against his.
“I know baby, but I have to know, you got plans for tonight?” He asks, placing a sweet, tender kiss on the ridge of your nose.
“I dunno, I might see if I can find some young stud to fuck me senseless, forget about old man Miller.” You say, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you see Joel stare you down.
“Sassy, a little bratty, I like it, I’ll show you what this old man can do.” He grumbles as he holds your gaze.
“What about Sarah?” You ask, reality slicing through the heated moment.
“She’s going to a friend’s house and Tommy will be out with his girlfriend.” He responds with a wicked smile.
“Alright, what time do you want me over?” You say with a giddy trill.
“Now,” He growls as he nips your jaw, “But eight is good, I’ll order take-out.”
“It’s a date.” He drawls as he pulls away, the patio doors sliding open as if on cue. He settles back into his chair as if nothing had happened, his jeans tight as he leans forward to hide the very obvious tenting at his crotch as the swell of his erection strained against the unforgiving fabric.
“Sorry both, we got way too into the rod spools, and bait talk.” Your dad apologises as you reel from the lack of contact, your mind on fire as you try to act normally as Tommy and your father rejoined you. Joel and Tommy stay for some time, another beer making you slightly dizzy in the heat of the afternoon. You give your excuses, kissing your pop on the cheek before taking a long, cold shower before the painstaking task of counting the minutes until eight o’clock finally came.
***
You fidget on Joel’s back porch as you muster the courage to rap your knuckles on the old wooden door. You smooth down the blue sundress you’d decided on, you’d had it for years and it was your favourite summer date dress. The white roses on the dark fabric really popped in the low evening sun. You adjusted the straps slightly, your breasts pressed together against the fabric tightly, it was a little small now, as you filled out a little in college but it made you feel confident, sexy. You tap gently on the glass facing with your knuckles and hold your breath, anticipation gnawing at your stomach.
Joel opens the door with a wry smile, clearly about to tease you with a quip but his mouth drops open at the sight of you as you stand at his back door, soft, anxious eyes looking up at him. He’s wearing the same clothes as earlier but his feet are bare, something about that makes you smile.
“Evenin’,” Joel breathes as you watch him rake over every inch of your body with a hunger that made your pussy twitch, “That’s one hell of a dress.” He said as he continued to take you in, his lip darting out to moisten his dry lips.
“Thought you’d like it,” You say, your voice breathy and meek as you try and sound confident, “may I come in?” You ask with a chuckle, wondering if he was going to stand there all night just looking at you.
“Please.” Was all he could manage as he swallowed heavily. He was dying inside, you were so beautiful and the blood had rushed straight to his cock the moment he saw you. The way your cleavage was accentuated by the straining fabric of your dress. The scandalous black lace of your bra that peaked out as he watched your chest rise and fall.
I am going to hell, I am so fucked.
He thought to himself and you raise an eyebrow at him as he steps aside to let you in. The door had barely shut behind you as he pulled you into his arms, his mouth on yours as you threw your arms around his neck, hands lacing through his short curls at the nape of his neck as he groaned down into you. His hands were on your hips, fisting into the soft fabric of your dress, pinning you to him as he explored your mouth, lazily pushing against your tongue as he ground up against you. It was stupid, reckless, and so fucking hot.
His lips were plush and firm as he took your bottom lip between them, pulling another shameful groan from your mouth. You don’t want him to stop, you want him to take you until you screamed his name, but you hesitated as his tongue skirted your lip.
“Joel,” You moan as you come up for air, “Are you sure you want to do this?” You breathe, the hard press of his erection against your belly maddening as you try to get your thoughts straight. You want this so much but you knew how difficult this could be for him if you went through with it.
“Baby, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last weekend, I need you.” He growls and your thoughts fizzle out into a puddle of desire and want, pushing back against him until he was pinned against the hallway wall as you took the time to cup his swelling cock, the other pulling at the buttons of his work shirt so you could leave open mouthed kisses on his chest. He shuddered under you and you smiled as you continued to kiss his bare skin. Your name fell from his mouth in a raptured moan.
“You like it when I touch you?” You ask, knowing the answer but you had to tease him, make up for the torture he put you through this afternoon. You rub against the hard swell of his erection as you spoke, lust emboldening you.
“Baby, I don’t like it, I love it.” He growls and spins you around, your back hitting the wall, his hands pinning yours above your head as he leans down into you, his hard cock pressing against your navel like a silent, hot threat. His breath came in short, breathy pants as he lingers over you, his nose ghosting along your own as you whine for him.
“Then fuck me Joel.” You whisper, the tension killing you as he crashes his mouth into yours with a hot, desperation you’d never known. Even your college boyfriend, horny and eager as he was, wasn’t this desperate for you, he was just horny and you happened to say yes.
“Yes ma’am.” He grunts as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you up to bed. He throws you down onto the mattress and you bounce softly. Your hands already pulling at his shirt as he bears down on you. He pauses as he looks you up and down, lingering over you and you gasp as his heavy weight presses you into the mattress as he kisses you. Your drress is off in a matter of seconds, along with his shirt. The skin to skin contact electric as you feel his heat pressing down into you. He pulls back for a moment and rests between your knees as he drinks you in.
“I didn’t want to take that dress off, you look so pretty in it, but when I caught sight of this,” He loops a finger under the thin, lacy cup of your bra before pulling on it slightly, letting it snap back down with a small slap against your skin, “I had to see if your panties matched.” He growls as his hand trails down to the lacy fringe of your thong. He breathes out slowly as he traces the lace, his hand following the curve of your thigh stopping just short of your centre before he slides his hand back up to your knee, the other hand settling on his belt buckle.
“Gotta dress to impress for my pop’s best friend.” You croon and his jaw seizes, he hates how hot that gets him as his cock strains against the tight jeans.
“That dirty little mouth is going to be the death of me.” He growls playfully as he pops his jeans open, one button at a time as you watch him spring free of the tight fabric, a moist patch on his boxers made you gasp as you realised he was already slick with pre-cum.
“Joel please, I want to feel you inside me.” You beg, the outline of his erection in his white boxer shorts too much. You need him. He shifts back on the bed and pulls off his jeans and tosses them on the floor he’s slower with his boxers. Letting you fawn up at him as he inches the fabric down, his hip bones guiding you in as you take in his muscular body. The trail of dark hair thickening as it hugged the base of his cock, you gasp as it springs free the length and girth bigger than you anticipated. You swallowed as you tried to imagine how it was going to fit.
“So eager baby, never thought you’d be so easy to please.” He says softly as he watches your every twitch, every involuntary noise that falls from your lips. He lowers himself back down between your legs, his length pressing against your slit as he kisses your neck, his tongue trailing down to the swell of your breast. He pulls down the cup of your bra and latches his mouth onto your already hardened peak. His teeth scrape over the sensitive skin as his other hand snaked around and deftly unhooked your bra.
“I’m actually quite the stubborn bitch.” You argue breathlessly as you writhe up and whimper as your hips pitch against his chest. The pressure on your nipple driving you nuts as you moan under him. He helps you remove your arms from your bra and starts to trail kisses down your sternum, nipping as the soft flesh of your thighs as he lines himself up against your lace covered cunt.
“Is that so?” Joel mutters as he pulls your panties off in one quick motion, “I think you’re lying to me baby.” He murmurs as he places a soft kiss onto your bare, hairless pubic region. You feel like you’re going to explode, the rumbling of his voice against your sensitive clit maddening.
“I got waxed for last week at the club in case I got laid,” You argue, the heat in your stomach boiling over as he teases you still, “Nothing about you made me wax.” You insist but the hot wet lap against your clit made you choke on your words. Joel’s tongue was buried deep in your folds as he devoured your cunt in his supple lips.
“So I was your sloppy seconds?” He asks as he pulls away, looking up into your eyes with devilish fire behind his dilated pupils.
“Fuck off Miller.” You grunt, not playing his game, not when you were so tightly wound. You were so ready to just have him, you were so desperate for him you couldn’t take the games and he knew it.
“Maybe you’re thinking about Tommy eh? He is more age appropriate after all.” He purred before kissing your clit with the same fervour as when he kisses into your mouth. Your breath catches as the sensation threatens to unravel you. The hot wet strokes on the tight bundle of nerves building into a devastating crescendo.
“No, fuck no Joel, only you.” You breathe as you think of Tommy, the sensation of Joel’s thick finger entering you ripping a snarl out of your mouth. He curls his finger up into you, pressuring against your walls as he feels for something. You almost ask what when it hits you, the blinding pressure point only you had ever hit before. You shudder, your mouth going slack as the sensation spread through your loins.
“So you weren’t drinking him in while I watched?” Joel asks, stilling his finger while he looked up at you, his lips hovering just too far away from your cunt. The pressure was an intense burn and you squirm, clenching around him.
“I looked at him, only because I was trying not to fucking look at you.” You snap as you tug at the soft curls on his head. The resulting moan made you shudder and you grind up into his face.
“Why baby? Can’t look at me without getting wet?” He asks, tongue swirling around your clit as he slowly pumps you with his finger.
“No.” You whisper truthfully, Joel drove you mad.
“Fuck, you’re driving me nuts baby,” He breathes against the swollen lips of your cunt, “You want me to wear a rubber?” He asks before his lips latch onto the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit.
“You got anything I should know about?” You breathe as his tongue brutalised your clit, not slowing for anything as he pumped up into you with another of his fingers. The dual pressure against that sweet spot threatening to drive you insane. You buck your hips up against his mouth and grind against his strong nose.
“Got myself checked out last week, nothing on me baby.” He breathes as he stops mouthing your pussy, looking up at your through thick eyelashes.
“Then we don’t need a condom, I got tested after I caught my college boyfriend cheating on me with my roommate, my IUD is good for a few years.” You huff as he places chaste, lingering kisses on your folds.
“What a fucking idiot boy, what would possess someone to cheat when you’re right here?” He says as he places soft open mouthed kisses on your thigh, his fingers still pumping you slowly as you replied.
“Fuck knows, he didn’t even go down on me so I don’t think he really knew what he had.” You say with a burst of confidence, Joel is smiling up at you with something akin to pride.
“Good, I like it when you talk yourself up, he’s missing out on some of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted baby, you’re so fucking good I could eat you out for hours.” His words make you clench around his strong fingers, the pressure building as you know you’re so close to your own release.
“Fuck me Joel, I’m begging you, I need you. Please”
“You don’t have to ask me twice. ” He says with a breathy moan against your cunt.
“Good, want to feel you fill me up.” You mewl as you lose yourself to the pure pleasure of Joel Miller’s tongue and fingers between your legs. You were sweating in the late August heat and your slick was dripping into the folds of the bedsheets.
“Baby, you’re such a tease.” He breathes as he pulls away, shifting on the bed, to nestle himself between your knees. The head of his cock slick with his own pre-cum, dragged from your clit to your entrance and back again as he twitched the head of his cock against the live wire of your mound.
“Joel.” You beg, you’re salivating as you watch him as his cock presses on your sensitive clit, almost challenging you to cum on the spot.
“What to you need from me darlin’?” He drawls as he presses hard enough against your entrance to make you gasp and anticipate the stretch, but not enough to enter you fully.
“I need you to fill me with your cock Joel, fuck me, please.” You breathe, no longer able to deny the desire in your heart and the blistering heat at the apex of your thighs. You were never this bold, this sure of what you wanted, but Joel was everything you ever imagined, attentive, eager, not just chasing his own desire. You want to meet his eagerness, you want to give him everything as he draws it out of you.
“As you wish.” He moans as he presses into you, the slow, hot press of his thick cock stretching you around him. The pain hits you like a low burn, the stretch of your walls making you wince, but there was a warmth, a pleasure to it that drove out the pain from your mind.
“All ok?” Hi voice is soft as he rubs his thumb over your cheek as he stills himself, half-in, making sure you could take him. The pain begins to ease as you force yourself to relax.
“It’s sore,” You admit with a groan, getting used to the sting of your walls stretching around him, “But I like it.” You groan as your pussy begs for the rest.
“Fuck baby, you like it when I stretch you out?” He grumbles as he eases further into you.
“Yes, I feel so full.” You gasp as you take him in slowly, pressing further into your core with the pull on your ankles on his hips to show how eager you were, no matter the soft burn of pain as you took his thick length in to the hilt.
“Fuck baby, you’re doing so well, so fucking well.” He wheezes as his hand falls to your clit, his eyes are closed as he holds himself still inside you for a moment.
“Joel, you feel so fucking good.” You gasp as your breath comes in heady gasps.
“Good, because you’re driving me wild, I want you to feel good baby.” He says as he starts a slow, easy rhythm as he presses his fingers roughly against the swollen bundle of nerves of your clit. The sensation is too much and you’re about to come as he flashes you a smile.
“You’re clenching round me so hard baby, you gonna come for me?” He purrs as he pulls almost all of the way out, waiting for your response.
“Yes Joel, I’m going to-“ You don’t get the last word out as he fucks down into you with one hard, devastating thrust as he buries himself into you with a grunt, his tight balls slapping against your ass as you scream out his name.
The rhythm he picks up is punishing as you see stars, you cum hard and fast around his pulsating cock, the pleasure making your toes curl, your fingers dig into his forearms as you anchor yourself to him. The pleasure threatens to unravel your mind as you reach your climax. Joel pants your name as his rhythm stutters and you see his face contort in bliss as he finishes with a single, snapping thrust as he paints your quivering walls with his spend.
“Fuck.” You say in unison as Joel collapses on top of you. His strong nose presses against your neck as he pants from exertion.
“Joel fucking Miller,” You breathe as you kiss his shoulder, your hands drawing idle patterns along his spine. He shivers and you smile at the way you could make him fall apart under your touch, “That was amazing.”
“Fuck yeah it was, you ok? I didn’t hurt you? Go too far?” He murmurs against your skin as he palms the flesh of your ass with one hand, the other preparing himself to pull out.
“I’d argue not far enough.” You tease, wondering if he would fuck you that hard every time, you hope so.
“Careful what you wish for sugar,” He laughs softly as he pulls out, groaning as he leaves you, “I don’t want to scare you off just yet.”
“I don’t scare easy Miller.” You smile up at him with a wicked grin as he returns a goofy smile as you ride the last waves of your high. He slumps down on the bed next to you stealing a chase kiss against your shoulder before heading into the en suite. You hobble after him cupping yourself as your mixed spend leaks from you delightfully.
“What’re you doing? I was going to come and clean you up.” He asks, an eyebrow raised as he looks at you over his shoulder. The sound of him relieving himself making you blush as you stare at the white tiles to your left.
“I also need to pee, and it’s good practice, I do not want a UTI.” You grumble as he pulls the toilet seat down, moving out of your way as he leans against the doorframe. His arms folded loosely across his chest.
“Nasty business UTI’s, good call.” He nods in approval as he turns away while you pee, the overstimulation from cleaning yourself up jarring as you shudder. You study his profile, the strong jaw, prominent nose, hair matted to his head with sweat. Your heart fluttered in your chest.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
You flush the toilet and walk over to him, pressing your bare skin against his as you place a soft kiss against his stubbly cheek. You want to kiss every inch of him.
“And if I had to wait out a UTI to fuck you again, I’d die.” You murmur against his skin and you feel his cock twitch at your words.
“Damn right, but hey, the take-out should be here soon, and I’m starving.” He says softly as he places a tender kiss to the top of your head.
“Same, but we’re doing this again right?” You ask as your stomach rumbles loudly, but your heart feels a little tender as you imagine the possibility of not having his mouth, or his cock, between your legs again.
“Fuck right we are, but we need to eat, go on, get dressed.” He spanks your ass hard and you yelp as the pleasure-rich sting made you want to skip dinner. But you see the look in his eyes and you know this was not something he was going to change his mind on.
“Yes Mr. Miller.”