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Ever since she started sharing a life and bed with Hopper, she’s found it harder and harder to get herself out of bed in the mornings. His arms are so warm around her, and his body is so solid against her, his soft snores lull her into dreams. Every morning when the alarm shrills she’ll groan and bury her head in his chest, silently begging for five more minutes.
But this morning is different, this morning there’s no alarm yanking her out of sweet rem sleep, there’s just intense pleasure and the scratch of a bristly mustache against her inner thighs. It takes her a moment still to fully awaken and register Hopper’s presence between her legs, but when she does, she acknowledges him with a moan and a seeking hand under the covers, which she uses to smooth back his hair, urging him onward.
With her encouragement he tightens his grip around her thighs, spreading them further, and flattens his tongue through her. Her hips arch upwards, bucking into his mouth. She shifts then, hand moving from under the covers to shove them up and off the bed, revealing Hopper to her. He certainly is a sight; flat on his belly, arms wrapped tight around her thighs, face buried in her cunt. He winks at her as he sinks a single digit inside her and her breath hitches, rolling her hips into the movement.
She’s close already, tightening around his finger, stifling a cry into her fist when he crooks a second one into her, curling in a come-hither motion. His mouth moves over her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and she’s suddenly right there. “Hop, I’m-“
Before she can finish her sentence Hopper is withdrawing, and she stretches out on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly for him, thinking he just wants to be inside her when she finishes. But to her surprise he pulls away completely and steps into his uniform pants, readying himself for work. “What are you doing?” Joyce asks him, bewildered and breathless, so very close to the edge she can feel lightning in her veins. “Where are you going? Finish what you started!” She practically whines.
Hopper looks over at her and smirks. “Today we’re trying edging.”
Joyce stares at him for a moment before she clues in. That damn list. She falls back into the pillows with a defeated groan.
Work feels exceptionally slow, she’s stocked the shelves, organized items by “Best Before” dates, and yet it feels like she can’t keep her hands busy enough. When the phone rings she’s grateful for the distraction, even if the customer interaction will likely be brief. But when she answers, she’s surprised to hear Hopper’s voice on the other end of the line. “Oh well if it isn’t the man who left me hanging this morning.”
“You’re the one who put it on the list!” Hopper defends through a chuckle.
“That was before I knew how much it would suck,” Joyce whines back.
“It’ll be worth it later,” He insists. “Speaking of, I was thinking you could do me a favor?”
“A favor? Pray tell.”
“Go into the storage room and play with yourself until you’re just about to come, but don’t. I have plans for you tonight,”
She shivers at the idea of his “plans” and tightens her grip on the phone. “Jim, I’m at work.”
“Can’t use that excuse, I distinctly remember fooling around back there with you before.” He reminds her. She hears the squawk of a radio come through on his end, alerting him of a situation he has to diffuse. “Duty calls. Remember, just close enough, Joyce.”
She hangs up from him and drums her fingertips on the countertop, Hopper’s instructions echoing in her head. She thinks briefly about ignoring his request, it seems so absurd. But then she remembers how close she had been this morning, how his tongue had felt against her, how he always knew just how to touch her to make her quiver and shake, and suddenly her feet are moving like they have a mind of their own.
She presses her back to the door of the storage room and hurriedly unbuttons her jeans, slipping her hand inside. She bites down on her lip as soon as she feels the slickness between her thighs. She’s so wet, so pent up, begging for release. It’s nothing to slip a finger inside herself, then a second. It doesn’t compare to the way Hopper fills her, but if she closes her eyes and angles her wrist just right, she can almost pretend it’s his hand pressed down the front of her jeans right now.
She thinks back on the morning. The wolfish look he had as he devoured her pussy. How he had winked at her as he curled his fingers inside her. The way he moaned at the taste of her. She’s hot, too hot. Can feel her toes curling in her sneakers, and she thinks about pushing herself over the edge. Surely he wouldn’t know? But she wants to be good for him, wants to relish in whatever plans he has for her. And so, she pulls her hand away with a whimper and waits for her breathing to regulate before she returns to work.
It’s gonna be a long day.
Heavy footsteps accompany the sound of the front door, and Joyce shivers as she waits for Hopper to round into the kitchen. “Sorry I’m late,” He begins.
“Another garden gnome fiasco?” She ponders, stirring a simmering pot of tomato sauce.
“You know it,” He walks up behind her, arms curling around her waist as he nuzzles into her neck. “Dinner smells good,”
“Kids wanted spaghetti,”
“Wasn’t talking about the spaghetti,” He whispers, kissing her just below her ear. She leans into him, just a little, abandoning the spoon in the sauce. “How was your day?”
“Long,” Her breath catches on the vague word as his fingers drop lower on her waist, fingertips just barely dipping into the waistline of her jeans.
“Did you do what I asked?” He asks her quietly, thumb grazing the button of her jeans. He pops it open, giving him just enough room to fit his hand down and over her panties. He groans into her ear when he feels they’re soaked through.
She bucks into his touch. “Does that answer your question?”
“So good for me, honey.” He shifts the fabric aside and surprises her by swiping two fingers through her folds immediately. “You’re so wet, Joyce. Jesus,” He crooks his fingers up into her, pressing against her front wall, and she falls forward, grasping at the counter.
“Hop-“ She whimpers, clawing at the arm that’s secured around her waist. “I’m so close, please.”
He kisses her neck at her proclamation, tongue darting out to taste her, and just as she rides her hips down to meet his fingers thrust, he pulls away, and she sees red. Pure, seething, red. “Will, El, come set the table, dinner’s just about ready.” He has half a mind to rebutton her jeans before the kids enter the kitchen, and then he’s heading upstairs to change out of his work clothes, leaving a very flustered Joyce in his wake.
“I’m going to take a shower and call it a night, don't stay up too late, okay?” She tells the kids, pressing a kiss to each of their heads before heading upstairs.
Hopper catches her elbow before she makes it out of the living room though, whispering lowly so only she can hear him. “I want you to play with the shower head,” Joyce feels her cheeks heat up, her clit throbbing at the thought. She’s not sure she can take much more teasing. “But don’t come.”
“Hop, I don’t think I can-“
“Yes, you can,” He draws her in and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead. “And I promise, I’ll get you off afterwards. As many times as you’d like.”
“You owe me at least four,” She narrows her eyes at him playfully and he smirks.
“Yes ma'am."
She trades in her normal scalding shower for a cool one, hoping to ease the heat radiating in her core, but it does little to quench the thirst she feels for him. She busies herself with her regular routine first, intending to make use of the fancy showerhead at the end of her shower so she can pounce on him the second she gets out. She’s just finishing rinsing the conditioner out of her hair when she hears the door open and Hopper announces his presence.
She pokes her head out and watches as he picks up his toothbrush. “Don’t mind me, just brushing my teeth.”
“Mhm,” she picks up her loofah and suds it up with lavender scented body wash, letting the calming scent take over her senses.
“Could talk dirty to you? Give you some inspiration to help you along.”
“I’ve been keyed up all day long, I don’t think I need it.” She pulls open the curtain again, just enough for him to see a teasing amount of her breast. “As tempting as the offer is,”
“Is that right?” With a smirk he walks towards her, stretching out his hand to stroke along the curve of her breast. “Water’s fuckin’ freezing, babe.”
“Trying to distract myself,” she explains.
His hand glides down her slick body and easily glides through her folds, making her moan louder than she intended. “Oh, but you’re so warm.” He thumbs her clit for a moment as he speaks. “The kids just put on a movie, so they’ll be distracted for a while. I’ll be in our bed,” He drops his hand away again, and though she attempts to reach for him, willing to tug him into the shower and screw him silly despite the stupidly small space, he slips away and out the door.
Joyce glances up at the shower head, thinks about grabbing it and bringing herself to the edge once again, but just the briefest touch from Hopper was enough to have her toes curling. So instead she turns the water off completely and hurries out, hastily wrapping her towel around herself.
She doesn’t even bother drying off before she hurries down the hall and into their bedroom after him. He’s waiting for her, just like he promised, sitting on the edge of their bed, stripped down to his boxers and taking off his socks. She has just enough coherency in her lust-filled brain to lock the door before she drops her towel to the floor, and pounces on him like she’s been craving all day.
He catches her easily, guiding her onto his lap and kissing her fiercely. She’s wet from the shower, hair dripping onto him, as he clutches her to his chest. “I need you,” She breathes, licking into his mouth. “Please, Hop. I need to come.”
She could cry when she feels his hand slide from her hip to slip between her legs, his touch is electric as soon as he strokes his digits through her. “I got you,” He breathes, capturing her lips as he slides his fingers into her, curling as his thumb catches her clit. She rocks into his touch and her entire body seizes, shaking as her orgasm snakes up her spine and catches her off guard. She only just manages to muffle her cry of surprise into Hopper’s shoulder as her hips spasm and roll onto his fingers.
“Might be a new record,” he teases, stroking her softly as she comes down.
“I’ve been hanging by a thread all day, just hearing you speak could have set me off.” She frowns as he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth instead.
“In that case,” he swiftly flips them so that she’s beneath him, and he glides his hands appreciatively over her body. “I believe I owe you a few orgasms?”
“Gosh, please.” She arches her hips up toward him and he takes the hint for what it is, immediately bowing his head between her thighs. “Christ,” he murmurs, tracing his fingertip through her pussy. “You’re so wet.” His tongue meets her then, flicking her clit before wrapping his lips around it, kissing her so intimately.
She can already tell how this night is going to go by the stirrings in her stomach, the way her toes are already curling as her legs hang over his shoulders. Being kept on the edge, in anticipation all day long, has her steadily barreling towards a second orgasm fast. Hopper knows her body well, knows her tells, and doubles his efforts, flattening his tongue and licking into her like a starved man. He’s skilled in every area in the bedroom, but he’s especially brilliant at unravelling her with just his mouth, a point he proves as he fucks her with his tongue.
“Jim- I’m com- oh-“ her orgasm cuts her off as she falls apart against his mouth. She expects him to carefully work her down like he usually does, but instead, he slides his thick fingers deep inside her, thrusting at a relentless pace that has her clutching for a pillow to muffle her screams into.
She feels another orgasm quickly creep up on the heels of her current one, but she immediately senses this one is different. Can feel it in the way his thrusts get faster, smoother, wetter. Hopper must sense it too because his fingers piston faster, a third slipping in and filling her even more. “Let go, Joyce. Let it happen,” His next thrust is rougher, pressed against that spot only he manages to find inside her body, and she feels a gush of wetness spill out of her. He does it again, and again, until her entire body blacks out in euphoria, riding out the waves of pleasure he’s eliciting, and barely registering the wet sounds filling the room.
When she comes to again, she hears Hopper groaning beneath her, and feels his tongue licking against her thighs, cleaning up her mess. She opens her eyes, heavy with pleasure, and chances a glance at him. His moustache is soaked, his face shiny. He meets her eyes, and sits back, wiping his face with an equally wet hand. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,”
“Did I just…?” She trails off, but the unmistakable feeling of wet bedsheets sticking to her gives her her answer.
“Squirt? Yeah, you did.” Hopper answers for her, voice booming with pride as he stands and shucks his boxers off, his erection tall and proud. “Figured with how worked up you were, we might just be able to cross two things off our list.”
“Ah, a two-for-one.” She reaches for him, one hand around his neck, the other around his cock as he drapes himself over her. “I’ve never felt like that before.”
He smirks. “Feel good?”
She raises an eyebrow at him and brings his cock between her folds, coating him in the ample wetness there. “What do you think?”
“God, I love you.” He sinks into her then and her head rolls back. She’s so sensitive from her orgasms, yet her entire body is screaming “more”.
“Jim,” She claws at his shoulders, clenching around him. “Fuck me,” She pleads, taking his earlobe between her teeth. “Make me come for you again.”
He pulls out, stroking himself as she rolls onto her stomach, propping herself up onto her hands and knees and pushing her ass back against him, begging for him to enter her again. She knows that in this position he can see just how wet she is for him, and she also knows how big he feels in this position.
She feels the bed shift as he kneels behind her, lining up with her drenched entrance and sinking into her. Her fists clench in the bedsheets as he slides in to the hilt, making her feel so unbelievably full. He doesn’t hesitate, which she’s thankful for, just immediately begins thrusting into her, setting a quick pace that has her melting into the mattress.
The sounds of their sex fill the room, punctuated by dirty words Hopper whispers just for her. “You’re so tight,” “You’re so wet,” “Wanna feel you come all over me,”
It’s as if making her squirt once started a fountain that just won’t stop, as she feels herself begin to gush around him with every thrust. They’ll have to strip the bed, but she can’t bring herself to care as he’s making her see stars. The rough pads of his fingertips slip around her hip to seek out her clit and her body shudders as her orgasm crashes over her, and pushes him out with a spray. She can feel him rubbing his cock in the wetness spilling from her, and then he’s shoving back in with a curse of her name, and coming deep inside her, adding to her wetness even more. He holds tight to her hips as he empties inside of her, her walls clenching around him as her orgasm tapers off and leaves her boneless.
When he does pull out, he snakes her towel from the floor and carefully cleans her up before taking her into his arms and settling them both on the opposite side of the bed. “You okay?” He checks, stroking her still-wet hair.
“Mm, I’m perfect,” she hums, kissing over his heart where she’s nuzzled into his chest. “Just sleepy.”
He chuckles, curling his arms around her. “Well, I think we need to change the sheets before we sleep.”
“And shower,” she adds, suddenly feeling sticky. “Jesus, that was incredible. I didn't know I could... do that."
"But now that we know you can, I'm aiming for it every time." Hopper teases, earning a gentle smack in the shoulder from Joyce. "What? It was hot!"
"Tell you what, you change the sheets while I start up the shower, and I'll let you give me another one."
Hopper grins, and she can feel his tired cock give a half-hearted twitch beneath her. "You've got yourself a deal,"