Give Me Your Lovin’
Summary: Joel gives you exactly what you want and more.
Warnings: explicit content, 18+ only, mdni. Established relationship, kissing, teasing, oral(female receiving), nipple play, dirty talking, unprotected sex, consensual sex, praise kink, p in v, dominantJoel!, overstimulation.
Word count: 2.0k
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"You're thinkin' too loud again.” He murmurs voice rough and gravelly. Soft lips brush the crown of your head when he speaks like he’s trying to pry the words from your mind.
You tilt your face up, nose grazing the underside of his jaw. The short silver freshly trimmed bristles catch faintly against your skin tickling you. "No I’m not."
"Liar." A low huff of amusement moves through his chest. "I can hear the wheels spinnin’ from here sweetheart."
You shift sliding one knee over his thigh so you're half-straddling him, the movement slow enough that the old couch creaks in protest. His hands automatically settle on your hips big, warm and callused palms fitting the curves like they were carved to the exact measurements of your body years ago.
"Maybe I'm just thinking about how long it's been since you kissed me properly." You say keeping your voice soft teasing at the edges.
Joel's eyes dark like honey in the firelight just a narrow of a fraction. The corner of his mouth twitches not quite a smile, but close enough that heat coils low in your belly.
"Properly." He repeats tasting the word like it's something dangerous and powerful. "That what you want?"
He studies you for a long heartbeat thumb sweeping the sensitive skin just under the hem of your shirt, back and forth, back and forth. Then he leans in very slow so slow you feel every inch of the distance close, and catches your mouth with his.
It isn't gentle at all. It's thorough and hungry in the way only Joel can be hungry. Like he's memorizing you all over again even though he already knows every dip and swell and secret place by heart. His tongue slides against yours, deep and unhurried, tasting of coffee and the tiniest trace of the whiskey he'd sipped earlier. One hand leaves your hip to cup your jaw, tilting your head exactly where he wants it so he can lick deeper, slower, until your lungs burn and you're making small, helpless sounds against his lips. When he finally pulls back just far enough to speak his forehead rests against yours. His breathing is ragged.
"That properly enough for you sweetheart?" He asks his voice wrecked as you softly bite your bottom lip tasting him.
You shake your head, smiling despite the way your pulse is hammering in your throat. "Getting there."
He growls low in his chest a half laugh, half warning and surges up, lifting you with him as though you weigh nothing. Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist as his arms lock under your thighs. He carries you through the dim hallway without once breaking the kiss, mouths sliding together wet and open and desperate now, teeth catching lips, tongues chasing every gasp.
“Joel.” You giggle as the bedroom door bangs softly against the wall when he shoulders it open.
Moonlight spills through the gap in the curtains, turning the quilt silver-blue almost like a oil painting. He doesn't even bother with the lamp. He never does when it's like this even when the wanting has already burned past patience into something raw and reverent.
He lowers you to the mattress with careful hands, following you down so his weight pins you gently and deliciously. The mattress dips under his knees as he settles between your thighs. For a long moment he just looks at your eyes roaming your face, your throat, the way your chest rises and falls beneath the thin shirt.
"Christ." He breathes, almost to himself as he looks at you like a piece of art. "Look at you."
Heat floods your cheeks through your chest, and the tender skin between your legs. You reach for him, fingers curling in the front of his henley tugging on the fabric gripping the material tightly.
"Stop staring and touch me." You whisper feeling a little bold but also very desperate for his touch.
His laugh is rough and fond. "Bossy tonight."
He drags the borrowed flannel off your shoulders first, slow enough that you feel every inch of fabric sliding over skin. Then the sleep shirt up and over your head, tossed somewhere into the dark. Cool air kisses your bare breasts as your nipples tighten instantly. Joel makes a low broken sound in the back of his throat.
"Fuck baby." He rasps palms sliding up your ribs until his thumbs brush the undersides of your breasts. "Every damn time I look at you I lose my damn mind."
He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth a hot wet suction that makes your back arch off the bed. His tongue circles flicks and then flattens. Licking slow and deliberate strokes while his hand cups the other breast, rolling the peak between rough fingers until you're whimpering, fingers twisting in his hair.
"Joel please." He switches sides, giving the neglected nipple the same devastating attention, teeth grazing just enough to sting sweetly. When he finally lifts his head his pupils are blown wide lips puffy.
"Gonna take my time with you." He promises his voice thick and deep. "Been thinkin' about this all goddamn day."
He kisses a slow path down your sternum, over the soft curve of your belly, pausing to nip at the sensitive skin just above your navel until you squirm. His hands hook into the waistband of your underwear and drag them down your legs inch by torturous inch, kissing every new strip of skin he uncovers your inner thigh, the hollow behind your knee, the arch of your foot, until you're completely bare beneath him.
He sits back on his heels for a moment, just looking again, eyes dark and reverent. You’re like a work of art to him, and he doesn’t even think you’re real. His eyes glimmer with adoration and lust.
"Spread those legs for me, sweetheart." He murmurs and you do thighs obediently falling open, heart pounding so hard you're sure he can see it.
Joel exhales roughly as one big hand slides up the inside of your thigh. His knuckles brushing the slick seam of you. He parts you gently with two fingers, exposing the swollen pearl of your clit to the cool air.
"So wet already." He says awed like it’s a surprise every time. His thumb circles your clit with a light, maddening pressure and your hips jerk. "This all for me?"
"Yes." You gasp. "Only you."
He groans low and wrecked, and lowers his head. The first slow drag of his tongue makes your vision white out at the edges. He licks a broad flat stripe from your entrance to your clit, then seals his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks gently at first then harder tongue flicking in perfect time with the pull of his mouth. Two thick fingers slide inside you, curling just right, stroking that spot that makes your thighs tremble and your breath hitch into sobs.
"Joel oh God don't stop." Begging and pleading with him only making him chuckle in response.
"Oh I’m not stopping sweetheart." He growls against you the vibration sending sparks up your spine. "Not 'til you come on my tongue, baby. Want to feel it. Want to taste it."
He works you with devastating patience with long luxurious licks, and then quick fluttering flicks, his fingers pumping slow and deep until your hands are clawing at the sheets, heels digging into the mattress, hips rocking shamelessly against his face. The wet sounds are obscene filthy and perfect.
When you shatter it's sudden and shattering your back bowing, a broken cry tearing from your throat as pleasure crashes through you in bright pulsing waves. Joel doesn't stop, doesn't even slow he just works you through it, tongue soft now, lapping gently until the aftershocks fade to trembling.
He kisses his way back up your body, your hipbone, ribs, collarbone. Until he's hovering over you again, forearms braced beside your head. His mouth is glossy his chin glistening. He kisses you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, and you moan into his mouth like you're starving.
"Need you inside me." You whisper against his lips keeping your mouth slightly open. "Please, Joel I need to feel you."
He makes a rough sound like a half plea half gratitude, and sits back just long enough to yank his henley over his head. The broad planes of his chest, dusted with silver and scarred from too many close calls, make your mouth water. He shoves his jeans and boxers down in one impatient movement as his cock springs free. Thick and flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. He strokes himself once, twice his eyes locked on yours.
"Ready for me baby?" He asks, even though he knows the answer, even though you're already reaching for him.
"More than ready." You breathe with more reassurance than you've ever felt before.
He settles between your thighs again, guiding himself to your entrance. The blunt head nudges inside with just the tip, and you both groan at the stretch, the heat, the impossible intimacy of it.
"Slow." He murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Gonna go slow, baby. Wanna feel every inch."
He sinks in by agonizing degrees, thick length stretching you open, filling you so perfectly your eyes sting with how good it is. When his hips finally meet yours, when he's buried to the hilt, he stills, breathing hard against your temple.
"Fuck." He chokes out. "Cunt feels so tight. So perfect. Christ, you feel like heaven."
You clench around him on purpose and he hisses, with his hips jerking involuntarily. He growled so loudly you almost wanted to do it again just to draw that kind of reaction out of him again.
"Don't please don't do that yet or I'm gonna lose it." He warns you softly his voice strained.
You smile wicked and soft all at once, and wrap your legs around his waist heels digging into the small of his back. Joel smirking at you knowing exactly what you were doing, and it turned him on even more.
"Move Joel." You whisper. "Fuck me."
He pulls out almost all the way with slow, deliberate roll of his hips forward again, deep and smooth, grinding against your clit on every stroke. The rhythm builds gradually with long, luxurious drags that make you feel every ridge, every vein, every pulse of him inside you. His mouth finds yours again the kiss is sloppy now, all teeth and tongue and shared breath.
"Goddamn, baby." He groans against your lips. "You take me so good. Look at you cunt so pretty stretched around my cock."
You whimper nails raking down his back, leaving red trails he'll feel tomorrow. Knowing it would be a reminder of what he did to you, and how good he made you feel.
"Harder." You beg out loud and with your eyes. "Please I need you deeper."
He growls, and hooks one of your knees over his elbow, opening you wider, and thrusts harder, faster, but still controlled and still careful. The headboard taps the wall in time with his rhythm as the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room.
"Look at me baby." He rasps when your eyes flutter shut. "Want to see you when you come again."
You force your eyes open, locking onto his noticing how dark, fierce and tender his became. His hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit, circling in tight perfect strokes that match the drag of his cock.
"Joel I'm gonna, oh fuck." You couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Your mind was completely scrambled, and your body in a trance.
"That's it." He coaxes his voice low and ragged knowing exactly what he needs to say to get you there. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you. Let me feel my girl fall apart."
The pleasure coils tighter and brighter, until it snaps white-hot and endless. You cry out his name, clenching hard around him, pulsing and shaking. Joel's rhythm stutters as his hips slam forward once then twice burying himself as deep as he can go.
"Fuck baby I'm—" His voice breaks as he’s cut off on a guttural moan. Heat floods you in long, shuddering pulses as he comes, hips jerking, forehead pressed hard to yours, every muscle in his body locked tight.
He stays inside you long after the last tremor fades, breathing hard against your neck, arms trembling where they cage you. You stroke his back in slow soothing lines, feeling the rapid thud of his heart against your chest.
Eventually he eases out very careful, gentle and rolls to the side pulling you with him so you're tucked against his chest again. His fingers trace lazy patterns over your spine while your breathing evens out.
"I love you." He murmurs into your hair, so quiet you almost miss it. You press a kiss to the scar on his shoulder the one he got the winter you both nearly froze outside Casper.
"Love you too." You whisper back letting him know you heard him.
The rain keeps falling much softer now almost like a lullaby against the glass. Joel pulls the quilt over both of you tucking it around your shoulders, and holds you like he's never going to let go. And for tonight at least he doesn't.
