I Wanna Be Yours (Part 2)
Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
Warnings: cursing, smut, nudity, fingering, oral (female receiving), p in v sex (protected), some angst at the end.
Read part one here
@josephs-quinns
There was another short walk to his flat, him pulling out his keys to unlock his door.
A scent of bourbon filled your nose as his door opened, him flipping on his hallway light. You were in awe as you looked around, getting a slightly better sense of him as a person. You noticed his shoes were neatly lined up by the door, a couple of his jackets hanging on the wall.
“It’s not very fancy.”, he laughed as he raked a hand through his curls.
“No, it’s very nice.”, you began as you slid your boots off, neatly lining them up beside his.
Being the gentleman that he is, he helped you take his peacoat off and immediately hung it up. You carefully walked through the hallway, getting a choice as to whether to branch off to the kitchen or the living room. The living room was dark as he flipped on the light to the kitchen.
“Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got wine, water, soda—”, he rambled as he opened his fridge.
“Water and wine?”, you laughed easily, coming over to his bar.
“Of course.”, he smiled as he pulled out some glasses.
You all made more small talk, laughing as you sat in his kitchen. You both were drinking, beginning to feel a slight buzz as his phone went off. He was leaned over the kitchen counter, making you laugh. He looked down.
-Hey. How did things go? Make it home okay?
Wesley.
“Everything okay?”, you asked as you took another sip of your wine, noticing his face was crinkled in concentration.
“Yeah, just my mate, Wesley texting me.”
-Yes. Great, amazing actually. She’s still here. I’ll text you later, if that’s okay?
You nodded as his phone dinged again.
-Ohhhh okay. Have a good night. Talk tomorrow. ;)
Joe laughed easily as he laid his phone back across the counter slightly. “He just was making sure I made it home alright.”
“He’s a good friend.”, you smirked easily, taking another look at your phone.
No texts or calls from your friends. Part of you was worried about them, but there was nothing you could do. Before you knew it, it was midnight.
“Guess they’re not calling me back.”
“It’s fine. I can get you a shirt to sleep in and give you my bed?”
“You sure it’s okay?”
He nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I’ll show you my bedroom.”
You followed him down the hallway, a door opening to reveal his master bedroom. The room was neat and organized, but you could definitely tell it belonged to a man. The bed was a king sized, big enough for two people. You hated to think how many girls had been here. Shaking your head, you tried to get the thought out of your head. He went over his drawers, beginning to go through them before pulling out a white t-shirt.
He handed it to you, smiling.
“Do you wanna get changed and I’ll go shower?”, he asked. “Or I can let you change while I clean the kitchen up?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”, you smiled softly.
He smiled at you before closing his bedroom door softly. You began to slide your tights down, taking your dress over your head. You eyed yourself in the mirror of his dresser. Comparison was a thief of joy, you had always been told. But thinking about all the potential girls Joseph could have instead of you was daunting. What made you stick out to him? He could tell you a thousand times, but it was still hard to put your finger on. You undid your bra, folding all your clothes together neatly and sitting them on his dresser.
His t-shirt hit your thighs, being oversized on you. You weren’t complaining as you peeled his covers back, slipping into his bed. The sheets were soft against your skin immediately eliciting a yawn from you. Joe was right, jet lag was really catching up to you. You turned the lamp off before pulling the sheets and comforter over you, snuggling into his bed, doing your best not to think about the fact you were in his flat—in his bed. Your eyes shot open, realizing the bed smelled like him.
Doing your best to fall asleep before he came back, you closed your eyes and tried to focus on anything but him. Somehow, you eventually managed to drift off—not even hearing him come in the bedroom to go to the bathroom and shower.
Half asleep, your eyes fluttered open and instantly feeling the urge to need to pee. You closed your eyes, trying to make it disappear. But it didn’t work. Peeling the covers back, you walked to the bathroom. You opened the door easily, your brain clearly not functioning. It didn’t register that the bathroom light was still on. You didn’t think he’d still be in the bathroom. That’s when you turned around and noticed him—your mouth instantly gaping at the sight.
His snow white towel was on the floor, him standing completely nude in the bathroom. Your eyes panned from his feet to his head, noticing his curls were damp, naturally laying. Your eyes closed quickly.
“Oh—my—God—I am so so sorry.”, you breathed, feeling your cheeks instantly heating up.
You couldn’t bare to open your eyes in that moment, feeling extremely embarrassed. This was by far the stupidest thing you had done. There was silence that lay in between you both for a moment. This had to top the moment you spilled your coffee on him. Why would he want you if all you could do was screw up? You opened your eyes, only able to stare at your feet.
All you could hear was Joseph’s nervous chuckle fill the room. “No—no—it’s fine.”
Accidentally, without thinking, you looked up to meet his glance. “I am really sorry…..”
“It’s really, okay. My fault too. I’ve took a really long shower, I’d usually be done by now.”
Your eyes drifted down to see his length, swallowing hard. It was like a bad accident, you couldn’t look away.
“Is—something—wrong with it?”, he asked, looking down.
Your cheeks went scarlet red, beginning to stammer. “No—no! Absolutely not…sorry I shouldn’t even be looking.”
Joseph chuckled again, smirking over at you. How was he staying so calm in this?
“Not liking what you see?”, he asked, easily.
Your mouth was still gaped open, laughing nervously as you tried to process what was unfolding in front of you.
“No, it’s not that—”
“Is something wrong with it? Is it too big?”, he asked, looking down at himself.
You swallowed hard again, wondering if this was even real life. Was this some fever dream. You reached up, pinching the outside of your forearm. Ouch. Definitely, not a dream.
“No—”
“I mean—“, he began, looking down at himself and taking himself in his hands. “It’s really not that big.”
You watched his thick hands rub the length of his cock, beginning to work up and down his shaft. There was no way you could look away now. You swallowed hard again, your mouth beginning to salivate. It had been a long time since you had sex or even sucked a guy off. This was the first time you’d seen a guy naked in a very long time. Soft sighs and groans escaped from his lips as he watched you for a reaction, clearly teasing you.
“Yeah, it is—”, you began. “Never had one that big.”
A smile spread across his lips. “Really?”
You nodded.
“I’m surprised….”, he groaned, stroking himself again. “I was sure you’d had one bigger than me….”
“No—you’re pretty big…”, you gulped easily, feeling your stomach begin to twist into knots.
He chuckled easily, continuing to stroke himself and making himself erect. “I’d love to stretch you out—if you’d let me…and want me to…”
You laughed easily. “Really?”
You leaned on the counter for support.
“Fuck—yes….just seeing you in my shirt and panties is driving me crazy…..I’ve been thinking about getting you out of that dress this entire night….”
“Do—you think I can take you?”, you asked softly.
Joe laughed, stroking his cock slowly to keep himself from cumming so quickly. “Oh yeah—might hurt a little but you could take me….I just know your pretty little pussy could….”
Your heart practically dropped down into your stomach.
“Wanna find out?”, you asked softly.
His eyes lit up, still stroking his cock. “I do—so bad….”
“Wanna feel me? Just see what you’ll be taking.”, he groaned as he gave his length another long stroke.
“Yeah……”
He grabbed your hand softly, bringing it over to his cock. You bit your lip softly. He helped you take your hand up and down his length, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. He was thick and long, just perfect. Everything you imagined him to be and more. He faltered under your touch, groaning with each stroke. You felt more comfortable, but were still wondering how you were going to take him.
“You tell me when you’re ready, love.”
“Well, let me finish up in here and I’ll meet you in your bedroom, if that’s okay.”
“Sounds perfect.”, he smirked, your hand falling from his cock.
You sighed at the loss of contact, watching him leave the bathroom. You quickly tried to get yourself together, finishing what you needed to do before checking your appearance one last time in the mirror. You were still unsure what he saw in you, but you took a deep breath and left the bathroom, turning off the light. Joe was sprawled out in the bed, head on his pillows. The sheets and comforter were threw back and he was taking his broad fingers up and down his cock, his eyes closed.
“Oh fuck…”, he moaned as his eyes fluttered open, viewing you.
“Want me to undress?”, you asked meekly.
“Oh no, I’ll take care of you, love.”, he breathed, letting go of his cock that was already oozing pre-cum at the tip.
You bit your lip at the sight as he leaned up to grab the hem of his white t-shirt, bringing it up and over your head before tossing it on his floor.
“No bra? Oh my God your tits look amazing, so perky.”, he moaned as he kissed your chest, beginning to trail down the globe of your breast nearing your nipple.
“Joe, come on.”, you laughed easily as goosebumps popped up all over your skin, stomach continuing to knot at his words.
“I’m so serious, love. Your entire body is so beautiful and sexy.”, he hummed as he traced your abdomen with his fingertips, lips headed straight towards your nipple.
You felt his tongue swirl around the bud of your nipple, a sigh falling from your lips. His teeth grazed your nipple, causing you to jolt slightly. He chuckled with your breast in his mouth, the sound muffled as he looked up at you with those daunting brown eyes. You closed your eyes, inhaling sharply as his other hand moved up your abdomen to your other breast, beginning to pinch and rub the nipple in-between his index and thumb.
It was making your brain go dumb, making you stupid. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but this was the best you had felt in a very long time. It was pure euphoria and you could only imagine what it would feel like for him to be inside you. You could feel the eagerness rising in your core, counting down the seconds until he would be inside you, feeling like a complete nymphomaniac.
“Do you say that to all the girls you sleep with?”, you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Joe scoffed, breast still in your mouth. He sucked your nipple, tongue tracing your nipple as it got hard inside his mouth before he chuckled. “No—matter of fact, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex….and never with anyone more beautiful than you.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Sure….you just feel sorry for me since I spilled my coffee on you.”
Joe popped your breast out of his mouth. “This isn’t pity sex…..this is because you’re all I’ve been thinking about ever since you dumped your coffee on me.”
You giggled. “Promise?”
He smirked, continuing to toy with your nipple inbetween his fingers. “I promise….”
Letting go of your nipple, he immediately reached down for the hem of your panties as he began to tug them down your hips. You let them fall down your thighs, down your shins, and finally stepping out of them.
“Oh fuck, love. Look at you, such a pretty pussy—just like I imagined.”, he smirked, eyeing you.
You felt the blush widen across your cheeks. “Mhmmm, you think so?”
“Oh I know so…can’t wait to be inside it.”
You closed your eyes and swallowed hard as you felt shivers cascade down your skin, your stomach twist and tighten further in knots. Feeling his broad, thick fingers hug your hips made you crave and desire him even more. The pit of your stomach ached, desiring him. You were beginning to crave him. A small, cheeky smile spread its way across his lips as he looked up at you with those deep brown eyes laced with desire. He never broke eye contact, watching for your reaction as he placed gentle kisses on your stomach.
“You mean it?”
“Of course, love. Thought about it since I met you…..”
He placed another soft, tender kiss against your stomach.
You finally gave in, letting out a soft moan that was music to his ears. You felt his lips curve into a smile against your soft, plush skin.
“Can’t wait for those moans to fill my ears when I slip inside you.”, he mumbled against your skin.
Had you still managed to charm a man even though you made an absolute fool of yourself—not once but twice?
“Joe…..”, you breathed, the end vowel of his name turning into a small moan.
“Yes, love?”
“Need you—sounds so stupid, doesn’t it?”, you groaned at the last part.
“No—love, not at all. Wanna come get in bed with me?”, he took both his hands up your abdomen to your breasts, gripping them and squeezing them eliciting a moan from you.
You nodded aimlessly, hearing the sound of his chuckles fill your ears. In one swift motion, he laid back on the bed, gripping your side and pulling you flush on top of him. Instinctively, you parted your legs, lazily straddling him. You began to feel your cheeks heat up as his rock, hard cock dug into your abdomen causing your core to tighten and knot. You could feel his breath hit your face, making you realize this wasn’t a dream and was a reality.
“Mhmmm, want me on top?”, Joe asked, beginning to kiss your neck.
“Yeah, would be good.”, you breathed, a small moan coming out.
“Okay, love. Just fall in bed beside me and I’ll take control. Is that okay?”
You nodded again, words completely leaving you. Him in control made your brain begin spiraling, only imagining what euphoria you’d be experiencing soon. When it came to sex, you weren’t completely oblivious. You had been in a committed relationship, having sex with your ex but somehow, it was never fulfilling like you wished it could have been. Your sexual encounter with Joe was already proving to take care of you in ways you never thought possible. He was in tune to you, asking you what you wanted.
He was making you an active member in this romantic rendezvous, your opinion mattered. Something your ex never gave you.
A soft thud of his plush bed indicated you’d fell beside him. He watched your chest heaving as your body was trying to catch up.
“I have another idea, love. Tell me what you think.”, he brushed through your hair.
Somehow, he managed to give you the perfect dose of attention.
“Okay.”, you swallowed easily, waiting for his explanation.
“Ever been fingered? Eat out?”, he asked, his cock throbbing and pulsing at the use of his vocabulary.
Your core throbbed, the ache becoming stronger.
“Not good—not enjoyable for me.”, you swallowed hard, barely able to form a sentence.
He smirked, his brown eyes burning with devilish desire. “Would you like me to? I promise I’ll make it all about you….”, he groaned softly.
You sharply inhaled, feeling his fingers trace down your abdomen.
“Tell me what you’d do.”, you breathed softly.
Another hearty chuckle escaped him, his brown eyes gleaming up at you. He felt his cock pulse and ache under him, dying to feel you for the first time. He craved you, needed you. It almost sounded stupid when he admitted it inside his head, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about you that intrigued him and drew him to you.
“Well, I could let you spread your legs,”, he began, fingers tracing down your thighs, causing a sharp exhale, “and then I could trace my fingers back up to the inside of your thigh, slipping two fingers inside your pussy, maybe rubbing into your clit.”
“Tell me more.”, you moaned, his words falling soft on your ear.
It was exactly what you wanted to hear—what you desired to hear for so long.
He smirked, looking down at you. “Then I could finger you—pleasure you while I work my fingers in and out of you, making sure you’re ready for me—ready to take me.”
You smirked. “And how would you know I’m ready for you?”
Your voice was soft.
“Well,”, he smirked up at you, brown eyes shining. “You’ll be soaking wet, so wet that if I pull my fingers out, they’ll practically stick together from how wet you are.”
Your stomach instantly knotted at his words, your hazy eyes looking up at him. You’d just wish he’d hurry and take you, the anticipation eating away at you.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”, he confirmed. “And then you’ll miss my fingers for a second when I pull them out, tasting your sweet juices off my fingers before I spread your legs and put my head in-between your thighs, my beard brushing the insides of your legs as I begin lapping at your cunt.”
Another sharp inhale. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
“You want it?”, he kissed your neck.
“That and so much more, please Joe, I’m usually not a beggar, but I’m begging.”
His eyes were surprised. “You don’t have to beg, love. Just say the word.”
“I’m saying it, Joe. Please.”, you moaned softly, blindly grabbing his hand, bringing his hand to the side of your thigh.
He looked a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure. “Okay, love. Let me take care of you and you just relax. Just tell me if you don’t like something and I’ll stop. I want you to feel comfortable and taken care of.”
“Okay, I will. I promise.”
“Good, amazing.”, he smiled as his hands traced your thigh, moving upwards to your inner thigh.
“What are you gonna do first?”, you leaned your head off the pillow.
“What do you want first?”
“Surprise me.”
He nodded before gripping your thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers sent chills all over your body, fluttering your eyes shut for a moment before shooting them open again, afraid you might miss something—the slightest movement of his hands, his hips, anything. You were afraid to miss any moment of this. Taking a sharp inhale, you prepared your body for the crash of sensation it was about to receive. Was there anyway to fully prepare?
If someone had told you earlier today that you would have been in the bed with Joe, the British bloak you had spilled your coffee on, you would have told them they were crazy. You had no idea it would take a turn like this, but you were glad—so glad it had.
He laid down flat on the bed on his belly, a groan escaping his throat as he began pressing his hard cock into the mattress. His own erection would have to wait, he was going to be busy taking care of you right now.
“You’re okay, right?”
Your voice sounded pathetic, needy to say the least.
His eyes looked up at you. “I’m great, love. But for right now, let’s just worry about you, okay?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
He was satisfied, positioning his head perfectly between the space of your thighs spread apart. In your head, you immediately began to feel slightly unsure of yourself—what if you didn’t taste good? What if you didn’t smell good?
“Um, Joe”, you sighed, the apprehension clear in your voice.
“Yes, love?”
He ceased his actions completely.
“Um, what if its—what if I—?”, you stammered, unable to completely form your words.
He rose his head up from in-between your legs, looking at you easily. “You’re scared you won’t taste good or that you’ll smell bad, is that it?”
It was like he could read your mind.
You nodded easily, swallowing hard.
“You won’t taste bad, I just know it.”, he rubbed your thigh reassuringly, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
“And what if—?”,
“You won’t smell bad, either. Just trust me, please love.”
You sighed easily, trying to relax into the mattress. You were moments away from euphoria if you’d just trust him.
“Okay.”, you finally said.
“If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?”
You nodded again. His head dipped back down between your legs, feeling his hands spread your thighs apart again, giving him a full view of your cunt.
“Damn, you look amazing. So tight and pretty, ready for me, isn’t it?”
You nodded easily before he traced his thick, broad fingers along your entrance. Without warning, he stuck two fingers inside your pussy, causing you to moan and grip the bedsheets. His gingers were larger and thicker than yours, something you were no longer used to. Your breathing hitched, a small moan filling the room.
“You’re so tight.”, he breathed, continuing to work his fingers around your slick folds.
Following your instincts, you rolled your hips against his fingers, already eager and ready for him. His fingers continued to fuck your slick, swollen folds. You moaned, gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles were turning white. That was before he decided to add his thumb rubbing your clit to the mix. Another loud moan filled the room, your toes already beginning to curl under his touch.
“Like me playing with your clit, love?”, he breathed.
All you could manage was a nod. Your clit was very sensitive under his touch, shockwaves coarsing through your body.
“Joe,”, you moaned, gripping the sheets inside your hand.
“Hmmm? What do you need, love?”
“Need—need—”
Why couldn’t your brain form words? You closed your eyes, knowing you sounded so stupid.
“Need what? Need a break? Want me to use my mouth now?”, he asked, his free hand rubbing up and down your thigh.
You nodded.
“Okay, love.”
His fingers left your dripping heat, admiring your juices on his fingers. You instantly felt your cheeks heating up, noticing how his fingers glistened. He was right, you missed the contact almost immediately.
“You’re so wet for me. Let’s just see how sweet you taste.”
Your stomach knotted as he brought his fingers soaked in your juices up to his lips, instantly popping one inside his mouth. His brown eyes shut, sucking on his finger like it was a lollipop. He groaned slightly at the taste. “Can’t wait to eat you out.”
You swallowed again, heart pounding inside your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire. “Me either.”
His eyes shot back open. “Really?”
“Really.”, you confirmed.
“I won’t waste another second then.”
You gulped down your response as Joe parted your legs once more, the air hitting your thighs were your juices lingered causing a chill to spread across your skin. Joseph’s brown eyes stared deep into yours as he went back to laying flush agains the mattress. At least he could grind his hips into the bed, providing some relief until he was able to bury himself deep inside of you. Joe couldn’t wait to hear your pitiful, needy moans.
His head disappeared between your legs, wasting no more time beginning this task. You felt his tongue take its first swipe between your wet folds. Your back began arching, already clearly affected by his actions. Feeling his lips curve into a smirk against you almost sent you into oblivion. His grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you close to him. If he could, he would savor this moment forever. Regardless, it would be etched inside his brain forever and he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he ever got to revel you.
Without warning, you felt his tongue swipe between your wet slit, gaining a moan from you. You could instantly tell his pleased Joe, letting him know he was doing a good job. You parted your legs as far apart as they’d go, allowing him full access to you. Joe began picking up the pace, flicking his tongue over your folds.
“Oh fuck, Joe.”, you moaned, gripping the blanket—anything you could get your hands on.
He barely pulled his tongue away from you. “Do you like me eating you out, love?”
You nodded feverishly. “Love it—”
He smiled, going back to running his tongue against your folds. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your brain already overloaded. Joe took his hands, moving your legs up on his shoulders, allowing him more leverage. Your hands continued to grip the blanket, bedsheet, whatever you managed to grab onto. You couldn’t hold back your moans with each flick and swipe of his tongue, practically sending you over the edge.
You were beginning to come undone and quickly at that. You deduced you needed something else to sink your fingers into. Hazily, you eyed Joe’s curls and decided they would be perfect for you to grab onto. You removed your grip from the bedsheets, leaning up ever so slightly to run your hand through Joe’s curls. Your brain debated for a moment if this was the right thing to do.
Quickly, you decided it was. Tugging at his curls, you caused him to moan against you, sending vibrations throughout your heat. His finger tips dug deeper into your thighs, causing you to moan in turn. There was so many different feelings coursing through your body, your brain couldn’t keep up with them all. Finally, you felt his beard rubbing and grazing against your thighs.
His beard brushed against your core as he continued to fuck you with his tongue. You could begin to feel yourself, slipping away—nearing an orgasm. Joseph’s tongue was fucking you in the right way way in all the right places, your body continuing to climb its high. The knot in your stomach made you realize your impending orgasm was near.
“Joe—”, you moaned, mewling under his tongue.
“Hm?”, he hummed.
“I think I’m gonna cum—”
He barely pulled away from your cunt, causing you to whimper at the lack of his tongue buried inside you. “Cum for me, love. Can’t wait to taste you.”
His tongue re-entered your cunt, all it took for him to send you over the edge.
“Oh shit—gonna cum, Joe. Gonna cum right now.”, you moaned out, gripping your fingers tighter in his curls, giving them a slight tug.
He held his tongue still, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He felt your juices wash over his tongue, exactly what he had been waiting for you. Your toes were curled up near his head, your vision going blurry as you cried out, feeling your cunt tighten around his tongue. Your chest heaved up and down as he lapped at your cunt, smothering himself inside your cunt to get the final taste. Once he felt content, Joe pulled away and looked up at you, feeling his breath hit your core.
You could tell Joe was usually a man of class, however, how he looked right now made him that much more irresistible. He didn’t break eye contact with you as you noticed his beard glisten even in the low light. He ran his tongue over his lips and the upper stubble of his beard, tasting the remainder of you from tongue fucking you. A small sight escaped you while watching this unfold in front of you.
“You taste so fucking good, love. Do you want a taste?”
Your eyes widened easily, a nervous laugh filling the room.
“Do you want a taste?”, he repeated. “See what’s driving me so mad?”
You nodded without much further thought, leaning up to meet him. He met you halfway, crashing his lips into yours, you moaning into his mouth. Your core was burning, aching for him. He rested his free hand on the small of your back, helping steady you from falling backwards in the bed. It was clear you were still reeling from your orgasm minutes before. Even if he was sultry and sensual, he had a caring side to him. One of the many reasons you were falling for him.
His beard began to tickle your upper lip, causing you to hum in satisfaction from the sensation. He was right, your taste—wasn’t bad. He continued to kiss you, allowing to taste yourself and how sensual it was.
He broke the kiss unexpectedly—much to your dismay. “What do you think, love?”
“Not bad.”, you blushed at him.
“Not too bad? Fuck, it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, love.”
Joseph shifted in bed easily, laying beside you. His cock was still standing at full attention, obvious he had been leaking precum. You looked over at him, still on a high from your orgasm. He closed his eyes while laying beside of you, beginning to stroke his cock to relieve some pressure.
“Oh fuck.”, he moaned, feeling the precum on his hand.
“What do we do now?”, you whispered lowly.
“What do you want to do now, love? Do you want me inside you?”, he breathed.
You nodded. “God, do I?”
“What about your friends?”, he teased.
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“I don’t care right now, Joe. Please.”
He chuckled as he pulled out a drawer on his side of the bed, pulling out a condom. You swallowed hard as he ripped the package in half, exposing the condom. He placed it at the tip of his cock, beginning to unroll it over the length of his hard, erect cock. It gave you time to admire his length and girth, being all you could imagine and more. He groaned softly, making sure it was on his cock correctly. He pulled at the tip of the condom, leaving enough room for his cum.
“Ready, love? Cause I’ve been more than ready for you.”
You nodded easily.
“Is missionary okay?”
“Perfect.”, you breathed.
You melted into his pile of pillows, making yourself comfortable. He gave you a chance to get comfortable, climbing on top of you. He gave himself a couple more long strokes before lining his cock up with your cunt.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”, you said softly, nodding sheepishly.
To your surprise, he shoved his cock deep inside your throbbing, wet cunt. This elicited a gasp from you, not expecting him to make you feel so full. The initial entrance of his cock stretched you, causing a minimal burning sensation but he stopped, allowing you time to adjust to his size.
“You okay, love?”
“Perfect.”, you moaned easily.
“Ready for me to move?”
“Yeah—just not used to having one so big inside me.”, you sighed.
You felt his cock pulse and twitch inside you, him releasing a moan. “You don’t mean that….”
“I do.”
He smirked, beginning to thrust his hips into you rhythmically, going deeper with each thrust. Your compliment gave him a boost of confidence.You moaned, allowing your eyes roll back into your head. You could feel your brain going stupid with each thrust. He was beginning to breathe heavily, fucking himself into you.
“How’s—it—feel, love?”, he grunted, hitting the spot that made you forget your name.
“A-amazing.”, you moaned, gripping his shoulders.
He could tell he was hitting all the right places, doing all the right things to please you. Your soft moans filled his bedroom, the sweetest sound he had heard in a very long time. It had been a while since he had been in bed with someone. He was quickly realizing he wasn’t going to last a very long time at this rate, but he couldn’t wait to cum. He had been dying to experience this and now, it was here.
“Good, love. Now, cum for me. Need to feel you on my dick.”, he moaned out, his brown eyes burning with desire.
Part of him couldn’t wait to see how spent you’d look once he was finished fucking you out. He wanted to moan out just seeing your breasts bounce up and down with each thrust he provided you. It was all driving him crazy.
“Don’t hold back for me, please love.”
You nodded groggily, the image of him on top of you beginning to blur. He was grunting, giving it everything he had. He wanted you to cum so bad he couldn’t stand it. He didn’t seem to be tired, even if a few of his curls were sticking to his forehead just before he took his free hand, running it through them as he continued to thrust deep inside you. A few moans hiccuped from you, continuing to fuel his desire. He was exceeding every expectation you had.
“Joe.”, you moaned.
He began to see it in your eyes, he could see it all over your face. The words he had been dying to her was about to come out of your mouth. It was clear your pupils were blown from being fucked out.
“Yes, love?”, he hummed.
“I’m so close—I think I’m gonna cum.”, you moaned.
“Are you? I have been waiting so long to hear those words.”, he grunted, continuing to fuck himself into you.
Was he trying to make you stupid? If so, he was accomplishing just that. Your brain began to tune everything else out—even the sound of his balls smacking against your ass. If it felt this amazing with a condom, you could only imagine how it would feel without. Maybe someday, you’d find out. Maybe not.
“Joe….”, you moaned softy, closing your eyes as your toes began to curl.
You were attempting to edge yourself to allow yourself more time to enjoy this.
“Cum, love. Please cum for me.”
Your back began to arch, feeling your core hit its climax. “I’m gonna—cum—right now….”
The muscles in your cunt began to twitch and tighten around his cock. You began to feel lightheaded, feeling the heat of your orgasm wash over your entire body. Everything after this point became so much more intense, causing you to whimper. He smirked as he watched you come down off your high, continuing to thrust himself inside you. He wasn’t giving you much of a chance to recover.
“Are you ready for me to cum, love?”, he cooed at you, demeanor becoming sweet.
You nodded groggily.
He counted how many thrusts it took after you came. Four, four thrusts before he came. His thrusts ceased as he released the loudest groan, one that filled the entire room. His fingertips sank into your thighs, hips stuttering as he kept himself buried inside of you. His cock pumped his cum into the condom, missing you completely. A smile came across both of your faces, both of you trying to catch you breath. He stayed inside of you just for a minute before he pulled out, the tip of the condom filled with a copious amount of his seed.
You sighed heavily as he pulled the condom off easily tossing it in the garbage can near his bed. He still managed to have some spill onto his sheets, however, that was the furthest thought from your mind. He fell beside you, breathing heavily.
“How was it?”
“Amazing.”, you smiled at him, laughing.
“It was. Wasn’t it?”
You all laid there in an awkward silence for a moment. What did you do next? Did you cuddle up to this handsome stranger? I mean, he wasn’t exactly a complete stranger now, but you still didn’t know a lot about him. But something about him felt warm and inviting.
“Do you want—to cuddle?”, he asked, awkwardly.
“I’m sorry?”, you asked, not sure you had heard him correctly.
“Never mind, it was a stupid question.”, he sighed, smiling awkwardly.
“No, what did you ask? No question is a stupid one.”
“I asked,”, he began, clearing his throat. “If you wanted to cuddle.”
The tail end of his sentence was more meek.
“Oh—”, you began to smirk. “It’s what most people do after they have sex.”
He chuckled easily as you snuggled into him, the scent of his cologne and aftershave mixing with the faint smell of both your arousals. He kissed your head, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back. This part felt different—it felt intimate. His bedroom was quiet, hearing a few cars and horns in the distance. You could feel your eyes beginning to feel heavily, clearly fucked out. He easily reached down to grab the sheet and comforter, pulling them over you both.
Your phone was on his bedside table. His arms were around you, running his hands through your hair as if this would help lull you off to sleep. It was working, beginning to feel yourself giving into your exhaustion. Part of you didn’t want to fall asleep, this perfect night coming to an end. Your thoughts became slower, the sounds beginning to be drown out. All you could remember was his hand rubbing the small of your back as you drifted off to sleep.
The sun was shining through his windows as you heard him grunt easily. You were hoping if you stayed still and didn’t arouse too much, he’d go back to sleep too and give you more time to enjoy this bliss. You could hear a phone going off, vibrating and chiming. It sounded so familiar.
“Hey, love.”, he breathed, easily.
“Hmm?”, you groaned softly.
You felt him move in bed easily, still sleepy. “Your phone is going off. Has been for ten minutes.”
You turned over easily, a sigh escaping you. You picked up your phone, squinting to try and read the bright screen. You had over twenty missed calls from your friends.
“Shit.”, you groaned, easily.
“What is it, love?”
“My friends are the ones blowing up my phone.”
“Do you need to go back?”, he yawned easily, sitting up in bed.
“I’m too tired and comfortable.”, you groaned, tossing your phone bedside you in his bed, covering yourself back up.
“I actually have a meeting to go to with my agent today. I’d love to stay and cuddle all day but unfortunately, I have to do this.”
“Oh—yeah, I don’t want to keep you.”, you sighed, sitting up in bed, pulling his sheets around you.
“I’d offer you to stay here but I figure it would be no fun to stay in an empty house by yourself.”, he smirked easily.
“Yeah, no it’s fine. I get it, I really do.”, you said easily.
He sighed, looking at you. He didn’t want you to feel like he was running off and leaving you. He truly would love to spend more time with you, wishing he could just cancel his meeting altogether.
“We could always have one more round this morning before I go and if you wanna stay here and sleep a little more, you can. I wish I could cancel this stupid meeting.”, he groaned. “Unless you don’t want to have sex again…”
You laughed easily at his awkwardness, even thinking it was cute and charming. “I never said that.”
“So you want to?”, he smirked down at you.
You nodded. “Yeah, that’s a great way to wake up, right?”
“Right.”, he agreed, his hand on your cheek, you both beginning to kiss as he felt on top of you, causing you to laugh in-between your kiss.
He had left for his meeting, leaving you in bed. He told you he’d be back as soon as he could. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table again, dialing your friend’s numbers. It would probably be nice of you to at least let them know you’re alive and not kidnapped or murdered.
“Where the hell are you?”, your friend, Amanda demanded.
“I’m okay, I’m in bed. Where the hell are you?”, you countered, matching her tone.
“We’re at the hotel—which you’re clearly not here. So, where are you?”
“Look, I’m fine. I’ll be back to the hotel later today.”, you groaned, not in the mood for this.
It was too early in the morning for all these questions.
“Oh,”, Ashley began. “Oh! You’re with him, aren’t you?”
There was a smirk evident in her voice.
“Not exactly….at this moment.”, you sighed.
“You spent the night with him, didn’t you?”, she giggled playfully.
You sighed, rolling your eyes and instantly remembering why you didn’t want to tell them every single detail. “Yeah, we kinda did. My key card was locked up in the room. But I swear to God if you tell—”
“We aren’t gonna say anything, Y/Nickname. What time are you gonna come back? We were thinking of doing some sight seeing today.”
“Not sure. He had to leave for a little bit, so I’ll know more when he gets back.”
“Okay, well at least we know you’re alive. A text would have been nice. Christine is a little hung over, so I’ll keep you updated.”
“Well, sorry I was busy.”, you laughed.
Finishing up the call, you laid your phone back on the bedside table feeling sleepy again. You snuggled down into bed, inhaling his familiar scent, counting down the hours until you’d see him again. You knew deep down inside this was a dangerous game you were playing. You knew there was a good chance you’d never see him again, so why were you allowing yourself to fall for him? Your brain reminded you, you shouldn’t allow it to happen. But your heart felt it was right.
During your trip, you found yourself spending more and more time with Joe, it becoming an everyday occurrence. You all were secretly dreading the day you were due to leave. Your last night in England, you spent it cuddled up with Joe in his bedroom, hardly able to sleep. The next morning, you woke up exhausted—emotionally and physically. You dreaded today, it was the day you returned home. Somehow, your suitcase had ended up at Joe’s flat and had been there for several days now.
Your hands trembled, trying to do your make up. Joe came up behind you.
“Feeling okay, love?”
You sighed. “Yeah, just dreading today.”
He put his hands on your shoulders reassuringly. “This isn’t going to be the last time we see each other.”
“Sure feels like it.”, you sighed.
Joe helped carry your luggage down to his car, loading it in easily. He was wearing a dark peacoat, the wind beginning to pick up. It was beginning to try and rain, perfect, depressing weather to say goodbye in. You were meeting your friends at the airport, flying home together. Part of you had felt guilty—feeling like you had abandoned them during this trip. But they told you this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and had been encouraging. Joe grabbed the the passenger door for you, letting you inside first.
You all made small talk on the way to the airport, nothing preparing you for what you had to do. You had to say goodbye to someone you had grown very close to during your stay here in the UK. Seeing the airport come into view, only reminded you the moment was here. The one you had dreaded.
Joe pulled into a lane, beginning to unload your luggage. He grabbed an umbrella, the rain beginning to pour down. He opened your door, wincing at the rain and wind hitting him in the face.
“Come on, love. I’ll follow you inside.”
Reluctantly, you got out of his car. He carried most of your luggage into the airport, putting the umbrella down once you all got inside. You began to look around, trying to find your friends. Once you spotted them, you looked at Joe. It was unspoken, but they were giving you an opportunity and private moment to tell him goodbye. All your attention was turned to Joe, the rest of the airport facing away.
“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”, you sighed, looking up at him.
Your stuff was beside you, sitting on the floor. You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes. How stupid was it to cry over a guy you barely knew?
He wrapped his arms you easily, pulling you flush against him. “It doesn’t have to be. It’s just ‘see you later’.”, he smiled weakly.
If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you saw tears pooling in his brown eyes.
You smiled back up at him weakly. “I really loved spending time with you.”
“Me too, love. But I promise, you’ll see me again.”
He brushed your hair out of your eyes. You hoped he wasn’t giving you an empty promise as you felt the hope rise in your chest. However, the feeling quickly ceased when you reminded yourself not to get excited.
Your tender moment was interrupted as the you heard them call overhead for you to begin boarding your flight. Joe eyed you sympathetically.
“Well, I guess that’s me.”, you sighed, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes.
“Don’t cry, love. It’s going to be alright. I’ll stay up and call you when you get home.”, he wiped the tear threatening to fall down your cheek.
“Promise?”
“I promise, love. Now, be careful. I know it’s going to be a long flight. Text me when you get to your layovers safely.”
“I will.”
You and Joe hugged tighter, entangled in each other’s arms. You both pulled back slightly, looking into each other’s eyes. He sniffled, tears evident in his brown eyes. Without any further words, your all’s lips crashed into one another, not caring who saw you. It was slow, passionate kiss—neither of you coming up for air. His hand caressed your cheek, deepening the kiss. Another announcement came overhead, causing you to both to finally break your kiss.
“Bye, Joe.”, you sighed softly.
“See you later, Y/N.”
“We have to let go.”, you sighed, a small laugh emerging through the crack in your voice. "Or I'm gonna miss my flight."
“I know—even though I really don’t want to. Be careful, save travels.”
His hands finally left your waist, letting you grab your stuff and go. You pulled your suitcase behind you, taking one last look behind you. He gave you a weak smile and wave, feeling like he’d break down any second. How could he feel this way about you? It was the hardest thing—watching you walk away. He turned to leave, wiping the tears from his cheeks and feeling pathetic, like a fool in love.
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