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Joel had lost his mind, truly and wholly this time. The past months have his thoughts in the gutter, dark and possessive and a little frightening to even himself - and that was saying a lot coming from a guy whose thoughts tended more towards the dismal in the first place.
He didn’t know what had come over him since moving into Jackson. Bits of himself had returned to him after everything; the joy, the laughter, the worry that came with looking after someone who had single handedly brought him back from the brink of borderline sociopathic emotionlessness. It was overwhelming. Although he had grown older, which the mirror revealed mercilessly every time he looked into it, he also saw through the years and the scars and the rugged gray hairs that appeared to find flashes of the man he used to be before everything.
Joel supposed this is what it was like to get older, and damn were his fifties swiftly unforgiving - but it was worth it. The years, and the pain that came with them, were well worth it when he saw how happy Ellie was these days. How happy she was in Jackson. She still didn’t know, of course, exactly what had transpired a year ago in Salt Lake City, and he knew that he was in denial to think she never would, but the weight of that lie was a fair bargain for seeing her a little more carefree for once.
The way she came out of her shell slowly but surely had Joel simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief and picking at the edges of his nails in fear. Ellie had friends now that she was constantly running off with, and he only pretended to be okay with it under a thin guise of trust because Maria and Tommy ensured him that she wouldn’t be allowed outside the walls of Jackson unless Joel was with her. He was desperate not to stifle her with his presence, and was relieved when she came back to him at the end of almost every day on her own because of it. She wanted some space, and he wanted her to trust him, so her idea of flipping the garage into her own smaller living space was something he was quick to agree to.
He had such trouble relaxing when they first moved into Jackson permanently. Tommy and Maria had insisted on the two of them taking some time to rest and recover after everything they had been through. Ellie took little convincing - she had slept fourteen hours a day for damn near a week and ate like a horse, not that he could put it past her. It was beautiful, watching her face fill out and the circles under her eyes begin to disappear to reveal a somehow even more energetic girl.
She quickly outpaced him in that regard, hence the running around with new friends. Joel regained some of his energy too, but never had a snowball’s chance in hell at keeping up with her at his age.
He began to get restless, and damn if it didn’t show to anyone in a ten foot radius.
“You’re gonna bust that thing if you keep messin’ with it, Joel,” Tommy had chided as he watched Joel dismantle and clean his rifle for what seemed like the thousandth time that week, “What the hell is your problem, brother?”
“Nothin’,” Joel had grunted in return, and Tommy only returned a scoff of disbelief.
“If you say so, and to think I was gonna get you on the next patrol rotation--” He started, and narrowly missed the oil-stained rag that Joel had thrown at his head. “Hey! I’m doing you a favor and you’re throwin’--”
The door bursting open had them on their feet, Maria’s silhouette filling the doorway.
“She’s back!”
You. You, you, you, you, you, you --
As stated before - he was losing his mind, and it was all your fault. He discovered that you had been away from Jackson for nearly a month, out to barter with a traveling trader’s group in the Black Hills. You had left with six others, and only you had returned. It was a disappointment to Tommy for sure, but Maria was just happy that you made it back at all. The two of you had apparently been longtime friends in high school and found each other after Outbreak day.
Although Maria had insisted that Jackson was a commune with a democratic leadership, Joel wasn’t blind. He saw the pull that Maria had over the council, hell, over the whole community - and you were her right hand woman.
His first impression of you wasn’t great, covered in blood and looking like an axe murderer as you rode in on a black horse. If it weren’t for the horrors he had seen, you would have scared the shit out of him. You had jumped down from the horse as another had taken the reins, moving to collect your things out of the saddlebags when Maria had damn near run into you - wrapping you up in her arms.
“Maria, please--” You had protested weakly, your voice muffled as she pressed you into the worn denim of her jacket, “I have blood all over me.”
You had swung one arm around her in return, squeezing her tightly as the other hand was still holding your rifle.
“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Maria breathed, and Joel could see the relief from both her and Tommy as she finally released you. It was Tommy’s turn to wrap an arm around you, taking your rifle off your hands as he gave your shoulders a friendly squeeze.
“Good to see you, Deadwood,” Tommy greeted warmly, and Joel didn’t find himself surprised at the nickname Tommy had no doubt bequeathed you with himself. “Had us worried for a minute there.”
“A minute?” You questioned teasingly, and Joel could hear the humorous, if not muted, incredulousness in your voice. “It’s like you don’t even know me. A couple of weeks is nothing.”
“A month.” Maria interjected, and there was a beat of silence as you regarded her, trying not to let on your confusion.
Joel could see that familiar look in your eye. He had seen it in himself sparsely throughout the years. The look of someone who had barely slept, so much so that the days and nights blended together. Someone who was a survivor first and human second. He saw a lot of himself in you, and it intrigued and disgusted him. He hated that he saw any part of himself there when all he wanted to see was you. You, you, you--
You turned to him, sharp eyes meeting his own.
“Who is this?”
Your first words to him. In the moment, they had made him bristle. He didn’t like that sort of attention, not when he was just getting a feel for how you played into all of this. Not when he was trying to understand why his brother and his wife trusted you so goddamn much. Being friends was one thing, but you weren’t just a friend - they treated you like family. Like either of them would lay down their lives for you at any given moment. Tommy didn’t do that for just anyone, and Joel had a feeling Maria wouldn’t either.
He started to understand after your presence became a permanent staple in Jackson upon your return.
The community loved you, and there was rarely a moment that he didn’t see you on the way to your next grueling task. Patrols, clean ups, construction - hell, he even saw you serving dinners at the food hall from time to time.
And you did it all with the same goddamn look on your face. Not a smile, or a frown, or even the wrinkled squint of exhaustion. No, you were a blank fucking slate. Every once and a while there was a momentary upturn of your lips when people thanked you for your hard work, but it was just to be polite before it disappeared and you returned to that emotionless front.
There was something so criminal about how oftenJoel found himself watching you as you passed. It was like he could feel your presence when you entered a room, and he found his eyes sweeping over the masses to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. At first it was just a nagging intrigue.
It quickly devolved into an unhealthy obsession.
“Joel, you’re with Deadwood today,” Tommy had announced, pointing to where the two of you would be patrolling on the map. “You’ll follow the creek up to this checkpoint, clear it, and sign in. She’ll show you. Alright everyone-- hop to.”
Of course, Tommy would partner you with Joel for his first official patrol route. He and Tommy had ridden outside of the walls to help him get a lay of the land before giving him any actual routes, but his brother was rarely able to make time away from attending to the community. It made sense that he would partner Joel with someone capable of showing him the ropes until he could do it on his own. Someone that Tommy trusted.
But the fact that it was you made his skin breakout in a cold sweat as soon as he heard your names next to one another.
He had come to find that you were the quiet type. Not quiet-unfriendly, like Joel was, but quiet-calm. Almost shy when he looked at you long enough. He could practically feel the tension in your shoulders as you refused to meet his glances.
“You tryna burn a hole in my back, cowboy?” You had asked as they trotted along on the horses, the question teasing but your inflection neutral, and he didn’t have the words to respond immediately.
“Sorry, lost in thought,” the excuse felt pathetic on his tongue as he said it, and you hummed in return.
“How is the kid?” You asked, the question catching him off guard. “Ellie?”
He knew damn well that you knew her name, and that the questioning lilt you attached to it was just to make him feel at ease. Part of him wondered distantly if you had been keeping track of him just as much as he had been tracking you.
“She’s fine,” Joel grunted, and you nodded. He wasn’t lying about that, she was fine, and he had a sneaking suspicion that you knew that too - Joel could sense how you were trying to get a peek into his thoughts, trying to prompt a spilling of dialogue from him in your own sly way. You knew Ellie was fine, but you could see all of Joel’s worries in the lines of his face. He was always worried about the people she was with. How she was sleeping at night. The hole in her worn out backpack that he hadn’t gotten around to trading out for a new one yet despite Ellie insisting that it was fine.
“Ellie is a good kid,” you mused, and the level softness of your voice pulled him out of his own overwhelming thoughts, “You can tell by the people she attracts. Dina and Jesse. They’re nice, if not a little mischievous-- but they all protect one another, and they have some common sense.
Unlike some of the kids in Jackson.”
It was an olive branch. A little morsel of information that you knew he needed to hear without having to ask him anything. You kept doing things that drew him closer and closer and he was starting to think you were doing them on purpose. He genuinely couldn’t tell underneath that tempered mask you wore.
The rest of the patrol had followed in a pattern of comfortable silence followed by a few minutes of superficial chatting that disguised your measured questions and responses in order to peek into his thoughts. You showed him the route and check ins, and you were both home far too quickly for Joel’s liking.
The two of you turned your horses in at the stables, and he took a moment to gather his pack and gun from where they were strapped to the saddle before turning back to where you should have been.
You were gone, no goodbye, not even a pat to his shoulder or a wave. Joel peeked outside of the stall the two of you had guided your horses into. You were nowhere in sight.
Anyone else would have mistaken it for rudeness, but he knew better. He had seen it clear as day. No one was allowed to get too close, but you were obliged to help everyone. “A cycle of self destruction” is what Ellie would have called it, suddenly a therapist after getting her hands on some book about it.
He had returned home after reporting their uneventful patrol to Maria, knocking on the door to Ellie’s garage-house situation. The door swung open after a moment of silence, Ellie’s familiar freckles and bright eyes greeting him before he caught the sight of something on her bed.
“Finally got a new backpack?” He chuckled, and she opened the door wider to let him in as she regarded the item he was referring to. It was damn near brand new, untouched by the typical wear and tear of usage or unkind elements that an apocalypse wrought. “What did you trade for it?”
“Oh,” she uttered in reply, and he raised an eyebrow at her, “I thought you left that for me. Must have been Tommy or Maria.”
Joel knew it wasn’t Tommy or Maria - they didn’t have the time nor the energy to notice a hole in Ellie’s backpack. How you had noticed, he had no idea, but Joel decided very quickly that he wanted to-- No. He needed to break that mask of yours.
Joel had changed for the better. He was eating better, sleeping better, his mood was about as good as it had been in the last twenty years and he was as close to happy as someone could get in a post apocalyptic world overrun by fungus zombies - and he showed it. He was energetic, getting things done that weren’t necessarily time sensitive, he had even taken the time to track down a razor and clean up his facial hair a bit.
It definitely wasn’t for you, absolutely not. Not that you ever said anything about it, and the way it drew your eyes to his mouth was just a perk. A perk that gave way to a shiver trilling down the back of his neck every time.
To say he had a crush was juvenile, and frankly, made light of the situation at hand. He was infatuated with you, found himself drawn to you between moments of absolute focus where he was looking through scopes or driving his knife through skulls softened by brain eating fungus.
He knew that you felt it, and judging by the way the people of Jackson started to keep a radius from him these past few weeks, he was guessing they felt it too. The amount of men that managed to get your attention long enough to proposition you went from an already low number to damn near zero when they started noticing how his eyes followed you around every room.
The tension was bound to snap sooner rather than later.
The sun had been down for nearly an hour, the short Wyoming summer nights hotter than ever as Joel toweled his hair dry from the shower he had taken in an attempt to cool down after yet another patrol with you. The two of you had been trying to clear a building along a rarely used route and ended up stuck in a mop closet for nearly an hour - pressed chest to chest with nothing but the sound of your shared panting filling up the space as you breathed one another’s air. The colony of infected clicked and screamed as they passed on the other side of the door, and for once, you were finally forced to look up at him in the close proximity
Having your undivided attention set his skin on fire, emptying his brain as you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting the dark expanse of his own. Every fiber of his being had been hyperfocused on not getting hard while crowding you into that closet, or leaning down and pressing his lips to your own just to see if you would finally crack.
A knock at his door had broken his memory of the patrol, and his mouth grew dry at the sight of you through the peephole. He opened the door, and you swiftly shouldered past him into the house and closed the door before he had a chance to even greet you or inquire on your rude behavior. You were quickly making your way further down the hallway, and his blood pressure skyrocketed as you began to take your shirt off.
Pausing, you looked back at him as a beat of silence passed between the two of you.
“Well?” You questioned, and he was pushing the worn cotton of his shirt over his head before you could utter another word.
How you managed to keep him at an arm's length while sleeping with him regularly was beyond him - a talent, truly. On the outside, no one even noticed anything had changed between you two, save for Ellie who had caught you coming and going but said nothing on the matter. He was practically salivating the first time he got his hands on you, and Joel thought he had finally broken your indifferent exterior - but when it came down to it, it was still just another facade.
You were quiet, taking only what you needed and nothing more when you were with Joel. The fact that you had allowed yourself to take anything from him was a feat in and of itself, something Joel was endlessly proud of, but it wasn’t enough.
Not even close to enough.
You gave nothing but the quietest breathy moans and a solitary squeeze of the brow as you came, your hands electing to tangle in the bed sheets instead of digging your nails into his skin like Joel longed for you to do. He could feel the tension that you held in your bones, an animal that was caged and ready to be released in whatever ugly form it came in.
He just had to find the right key.
It had been an impossible day. Too much to do everywhere you look and not enough of you to go around. You tried not to get too close to Joel but he refused to do the same, electing to bring you lunch only to find you had gone to handle a situation outside the walls. Without him. He was trying to be patient, especially after finding out Tommy and Maria were with you. It wasn’t like you were in any sort of danger out there, seeing as it was the three of you. That didn’t stop him from busying himself to keep out of his own head.
It didn’t work. Ellie had taken one look at him furiously sharpening his knife on a whet stone and abandoned her quest of saying ‘hello’ almost immediately.
Fine, you wanted to push yourself to the limit when you were already dead tired? He would be there, ready to catch you when your knees eventually gave out. Maybe it was wrong that he wanted to give you that final push towards failure, wanted to pry your fingers from white knuckling the edge to show you that he would be there when you fell. Joel had to learn the hard way that this type behavior wasn’t sustainable and he was damned if he was going to let you learn the hard way too. He would give you a push, alright.
So here he was. In your house. Sitting on your bed and waiting in the relative darkness for you to return home. He didn’t even have an excuse for why he had broken into your house ready for when you walked in the door, an exhausted sigh leaving you as you removed your heavy denim coat before you spotted him and tensed right back up.
“Joel, what--” You started questioning before he interrupted you.
“No, don’t do that,” he insisted, and you shook your head in confusion.
“Don’t do what? Joel, why are you here?”
“Don’t tense up like that,” Joel implored, standing abruptly from his spot on the bed, “Don’t put up that wall with me. You don’t have to.”
“I-I don’t have a wall,” you returned, your tone bordering near offended, and the stutter you let out made Joel’s heart pound. “I’m fine.”
“Oh really?” He questioned sarcastically, his volume raising as he hounded you. “‘You’re fine?’ When’s the last time you ate?”
You had nothing to say, turning your face away as Joel desperately tried to meet your eyes with his own. You had no defense and you knew it, Joel was right, you hadn’t eaten since early this morning.
“Alright, forget about eating. When was the last time you slept more than four hours consecutively?” He was met with your silence again, followed by the slight pursing of your lips, the only indicator that his words were having any effect at all.
Joel let the silence ring in your ears, and he could tell that you were close - he could practically taste it between the two of you as he took a step closer, closing the already minimal distance between you two. Two large hands found the apples of your cheeks, rough from years of use and hard work but so gentle as he turned you to face him and level his gaze with yours.
“Let me in, baby,” he breathed before he finally kissed you, and Joel could feel the way your mind warred with itself by the way your fingers curled into the flannel of his shirt. He pulled away momentarily to brush his lips against yours, “I got you.”
Joel let you take the lead at first, your mouth moving in that same controlled manner that he hated so much - he wanted you ravenous, like an animal ready to take what not just what you needed, but what you wanted . He would give it all readily if you would just reach out and take it . His patience was quickly fading, and he gave you an abrupt and solid push onto the bed, your breath softly leaving you upon impact.
“Impatient today?” You said lightly, trying to break the tension, but he wasn’t having it. His eyes were intense, but still betrayed the warmth he felt for you - and it terrified you. Never had someone looked at you like that - adoration and anger and desperate need all wrapped up together. You were still reeling as large, tanned hands found the edges of your clothes and began to pull. Your fingers moved to his shirt and you plucked messily at the buttons there before he snatched up your hands and pressed them to the mattress above your head.
“Don’t.” He commanded softly, but the stern edge to the word betrayed him. It dawned on you all at once that he wasn’t messing around, and you squirmed uncomfortably underneath him as he continued to hold you there.
“Joel, cut it out--” You insisted, trying to wriggle your hands out from his grasp.
“Goddamn it,” he growled, and you gasped as his other hand swiftly unbuckled his belt, “You wanna make this harder? Fine.”
Joel had the firm leather wrapped around your wrists in a flash, and your brow furrowed in confusion. Typically Joel would be leaning into your touches, ripping off his clothes just to feel your skin pressed against his own.
He had your shirt flung open, your jeans and socks now discarded on the floor as his mouth met yours once again, swallowing every confused noise of desperation you released until he couldn’t bear to silence your pretty little noises anymore.
“I can’t take it--” he groaned nonsensically as he pressed his mouth to your skin over and over, mouthing and scraping his teeth from your jaw and down your neck, “I can’t take it anymore.”
You whispered his name and he purred as it sent a shiver down his spine, the lilt of your voice almost bordering on a whine. He needed more. More, more, more - He kissed his way down your clavicle, worshiping the soft skin there and dragging his tongue to your breast, finding your nipple with his tongue. Joel had never done this with you before, mostly due to your tendency to streamline the two of you straight to the act. He could feel his tension wash away with the wetting of your skin from his kisses, tasting you with a devout reverence rivaled only by his need to break you apart completely.
The kisses he laid on your stomach and waist made you wiggle ticklishly, the coarse hair of his beard marking his territory with gruff red lines wherever he attended to and your breaths quickened when his mouth finally reached your mound.
“Y-You don’t have to--” you started, crying out when the rough skin of his hand slapped your hip, fingers digging into the flesh there. The squeal you uttered had him painfully hard, hips grinding minutely on the mattress as he laid on his stomach between your thighs. He had one leg thrown over each shoulder like he belonged there - thick, veiny arms wrapped around your hips and holding you right where he wanted you.
“Unless it’s my name, I don’t wanna fucking hear it.” He stated bluntly, and your mouth went dry at the sight of Joel goddamn Miller spreading your pussy to lick a hot stripe up your cunt.
You weren’t a virgin for many years now, but things were hard for you in the apocalypse - you didn’t have time for things like pussy eating. There were too many people relying on you, too much to do. Even now, your mind was drifting away as Joel kissed at your clit - a ridiculous reality, but you couldn’t help it. Why did he even care? It made you suddenly self conscious about how you were when the two of you had gotten intimate in the past. Were you boring? Oh god, he was bored and that’s why--
Another slap to your thigh made you squeal, and Joel’s eyes were intense when you looked at him in surprise.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he mumbled into your skin, and he pulled an involuntary sigh from you as he resumed eating your cunt like a man possessed.
It was hard to stay focused on the man in front of you as Joel’s hot tongue slid between your pussy lips, prodded at your entrance and then upwards, dragging delicately over your clit. You whimpered, felt your hips cant towards him before his arms tensed like a python as they held you firmly in place. You squeezed your eyes closed and cursed your body for betraying how he played you with the same ease he did a guitar. Lips wrapped around your clit and suckled, his soft tongue lapping insistently, easing your sensitive nub out from its hood.
He’s so gentle, careful and conscientious of each movement - contrary to the force in which his digits pressed into the softness of your flesh, like he was afraid you would slip right through his fingers. Little licks along your delicate folds, following the lines of your labia - he tongues at the sensitive underside of your clit that has you squirming with white hot pleasure.
“Moan for me, honey,” he commanded, and you shook your head subconsciously in refusal. Joel chucked into your skin. “That’s alright. I’ll get it out of ya.”
His face slid down, his prominent nose nudging and rubbing over your clit as his tongue circled around your entrance and slipped inside. This brand of pleasure was overwhelming, so different from what you were used to… mostly your own fingers, too small to reach the depths needed to scratch that primal itch inside of you. It wasn’t like Joel’s cock either, although that had its own merits. Big merits. This was flexible and warm, twisting freely inside you, and you felt hot tears collect at the corners of your eyes as a knot of pleasure began to twist in your belly.
Joel moaned his assent into you, the heavy vibrations of his voice tingling along your clit and your hips jumped minutely under the weight of his arms. You dared to look at him, his brow furrowed as your juices soaked the lower half of his face, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on grinding his tongue into your clit - wavy brown locks having fallen down onto his forehead, brushing your skin delicately.
His eyes cracked open, depths of soft chocolate watching you, framed by dark, curving eyelashes and you watched as he dragged his tongue back up your sex, watched how his lips were swollen and glistened with your arousal - the proof of your pleasure. You shook with the culmination of pleasure coursing through your system and how it mingled with the fear of how good you were feeling.
Those lips sealed around your clit again as he went in for the killshot, his tongue flicking against you repeatedly while he watched your face closely. You squeezed your eyes closed, bit your lip and let your lower back arch, your legs involuntarily closing to clench around Joel’s head as you shuddered and rocked through your orgasm. Joel hummed pleasantly, left lingering licks along your clit and drifted down towards your entrance to slurp noisily at your cum.
Your mind began to float back down from its high, and you distantly registered the overwhelming pleasure of your orgasm trickle into oversensitivity as Joel’s tongue continued to grind against your swollen clit.
“J-Joel, enough,” you whined pitifully, and he growled his disagreement, teeth finding your soft folds for just a moment and you whimpered. “Please--”
You felt him shudder at your words, pulling back just enough to mutter the words, “Give me one more, sweetheart,” before he returned to his task at hand. Your head whipped to the side as you writhed against him, bound hands finding his head to pull at his hair.
“Too much-- Joel-- Joel!” You cried, and he couldn’t help the way his wicked possessiveness curled in his chest at hearing you pleading with him - losing yourself to his ministrations. It had him grinding his dick into the mattress, his blood roaring in his ears as he lost himself in you. “Just c-came--”
You weren’t sure if it was one orgasm or two, seeing as he pushed you from the first right into the next so effortlessly. His mouth had to be getting tired by now, right? You just had to hold out for a little longer, and he would let you down from this high and--
His tongue wriggled softly against your clit, but never stopped completely after your (second?) orgasm, and you sob as he picked up in pace once more after you fell from your most recent high. You can feel his face contorting into a smile against you as he continues to lap at your center and presses one sinfully large finger into your sex.
“N-no, no, no--” You whimpered rhythmically as he began to build a rhythm with his finger before adding in a second one far too quickly, “I-I came for you-- I came--”
This isn’t fair, but fuck, it feels so good. So fucking good. He has you babbling nonsensical pleadings and whimpering like a bitch in heat between the efforts of his long, thick fingers and his tongue. He has you strung out, and you feel your stomach tighten painfully as that same familiar sign of another impossible, impending orgasm rose and Joel kept up his pace.
“You got this baby,” he breathed between firm laps at your sex, mouth following your hips as they attempted to arch away from him, “Cry for me, sweetheart.”
And you do, shaking your head as tears begin to fall from your long, pretty lashes and Joel removes his mouth to rub his thumb against your clit so he can give watching you fall apart his undivided attention - it's somehow more intense, the texture of his hands was rougher than his tongue and the pressure was firm - the fingers of his other hand still pistoning slowly in and out of your tight heat.
You're so goddamn wet, crying with desperation as you struggle against him with your whole body and he finally, finally gets to see that animal living deep within you as you damn near growl and squeal in overwhelming sensation. Joel pushes a third finger inside of you and it’s all you need to peak again, your body unable to tell the difference between highs and lows anymore - all just one neverending rubber band pulled taut while he pushes you to the very limit, and it finally snaps. You can feel your cum soaking into the bed as he drinks you up as a whole, reveling in every divine sob and jerk of your body that you give him as he finally elects to give you a break.
You’re panting heavily like a beast as Joel crawls back up the bed, absorbing the state of you like a piece of fine art on a museum wall. He can’t get enough of your tear streaked face, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy as you go boneless in exhaustion. Joel thought you were beautiful on a day-to-day basis, but this was a whole other level entirely. The soft sheen of sweat covering your body made you damn near glimmer in the limited starlight that trickled in through the shuttered windows.
You were barely cognizant, lost in the mindless afterglow that Joel had pushed you into - but you still let out a soft noise when he pressed his cock against your soaking pussy, now freed from the confines of his jeans and wet from watching you come undone over and over and over .
“Good girl,” he murmured, bringing the fingers that had been inside of you to his mouth as he savored your essence, his other hand finding your neck and resting it there gently as he turned your face this way and that. “So pretty for me. Your head’s finally empty, isn’t that right?”
You let out a soft noise and Joel smirked. He had a feeling that you weren’t really paying attention to what he was saying, and the fingers on your neck wandered up to trail over your lips - his thumb briefly dipping into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue before his hand stroked down your body and to his cock.
“And those tears… So beautiful, sugar,” he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, and you whimpered. “You want me to fuck your cute little pussy now?”
You whined, again only half present, nearly all used up and drunk off the pure dopamine Joel just dosed you with thanks to the three consecutive orgasms. He unbound your hands, and you raised them weakly to press the tips of your fingers against his abdomen in attempts to keep him still, as if pleading for just one more moment of rest.
“Just a little more, baby,” Joel whispered into your ear, sliding his slick cock between your soaked pussy lips, the soft squeal you released sending goosebumps up his arms when the head of his cock caught on your clit. “You’re being such a good girl for me, just a little more.”
Joel sunk into you slowly, drawing broken moans from the two of you and he hissed at the way your walls squeezed tight around his dick. He pushed forward without any further pause and didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside, the tip of his cock gently meeting your cervix. His girth managed to stun you everytime the two of you had slept together, consuming every thought in your head and replacing it with Joel, Joel, Joel .
“Oh-- you feel so good for me, babygirl,” he groaned into your ear, grinding his cock into your tight heat and eliciting a pleasured sob from you, “Make some noise for me, honey-- wanna hear you.”
You did as he said, letting your sweet cries spill from between your lips as he set a slow and steady pace. It was time to be gentle, having wrung you dry with your previous orgasms - although the incessant urge to plow into you mercilessly kept whispering darkly in the back of his mind. Shifting his hips, he groaned low and long as the angle had the two of you tensing in sweet pleasure.
His hands were anchored to your waist at first, pulling you into him, each of your legs resting on the tops of his sculpted thighs on either side of him as he guided his cock inside you - the feeling of being penetrated by his thick length stole all of the breath from your lungs, the softness of your thighs squeezing around his hips when his cock brushed against a sensitive patch deep within you.
Joel slid his hands from your waist up your ribs and onward, stopping momentarily to palm at your breasts before they found your shoulders. He squeezed the muscles there, noting their lack of tension and it brought a smile to his face as he took in your countenance - your eyes fluttering with pleasure and soft, staccato whimpers falling from your lips with every little movement of his hips. He kissed you again, gently, and ran his hands down your arms to intertwine your fingers with his, lifting them and pressing the backs of your hands to the mattress near your head as he sighed into your ear with pleasure.
He rolled his hips into yours slowly, carefully and savored the moment between the two of you. It was practically nirvana, that dark satisfaction reared its ugly head again, wrought by the way he had fucked you stupid and wiped your mind clean of every stressor that had plagued you today. You looked positively divine, eyebrows furrowed and tears still pricking at the edges of your eyes as he began to work you up again, slowly but surely.
The way he dragged against your inner walls was intense, the stretch still present despite Joel’s extensive foreplay. Your eyes screwed shut and the tears started again, unable to cover your mouth to suppress your moans with Joel pinning your hands to the mattress. He growled like an animal, a noise that earned a shudder from you as he sped up. There was nothing gentle or considerate about the way he was thrusting inside you now, stealing your breath with every grinding movement - his thrusts stimulating your clit deliciously with each meeting of your hips.
“I’m close, sugar,” he growled into your ear, and you whined in response, “You feel so good, I’m almost there. Come with me, baby, one last time.”
Joel’s breath hitched as he adjusted his angle inside of you, his pace going steady as he felt the familiar fluttering of your walls that betrayed how close you were to coming again. Strong hips rolled into you and he grinded against that sensitive patch of flesh within you again. Your legs trembled, and he had you coming hard for the fourth time that evening.
You let out one final, choked cry as your back arched and body seized as you came. Your walls fluttered around his cock, tearing a groan of satisfaction from Joel. His orgasm came with his teeth in your shoulder, his chest pressed flush against yours and a deep sigh as he licked at the marks he had left there. The two of you were still, and Joel was just trying to catch his breath when you finally lost consciousness, your body having reached its limit.
You were slack beneath his hands, and Joel’s anxiety peaked for only a moment before he realized you were simply asleep. Of course, you probably didn’t have any energy left after the day you had. He sighed, brushing your sweaty hair away from your face before he pulled out of you gently, standing to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean the two of you.
He wasn’t used to this. Typically, you were out of his bed and dressed less than ten minutes after you were done. Joel laid down next to you, now fully undressed, and reveled in the way your warm skin pressed against his as he pulled the covers over the two of you. Before he could settle completely, he felt you sleepily push yourself into his side, sliding one arm over his chest and resting your head on his shoulder.
The two of you fell asleep like that, and he planned on brewing you some damn good coffee in the morning.