Chance Encounters - One Romantic Valentine's Day
Tags: minors DNI, smut, unprotected pinv, oral (f receiving) over clothing, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise, lots of pet names (sorry not sorry), fluff, flirting, desire, kissing, rough sex, use of "daddy" (listen, they're sorry for it too, okay?), mating press, edging, voyeurism, public orgasm, wearable sex toy, sex toy under clothing, teasing
WC: 7k
Summary: Joel is officially your boyfriend, and you're looking forward to your first Valentine's Day together.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this surprise Valentine's Day chapter! <3 This is part of the series, but could technically be read as a standalone as well.
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It had been nearly six months. Six months of being doted on, cared for, and spoiled by the one and only Joel Miller. He was still living in Austin, and you were in New York, but somehow the distance didn’t stop him from showing his constant affection.
You’d grown accustomed to the weekly fresh flower delivery, the meal service that somehow showed up every time he knew you were about to have an especially busy week at work, and the love letters that this sap of a man would handwrite and spray with his cologne. It was all cheesy as hell, but it worked on you every time.
One thing was bugging you, though. It was now February 10th, only four days away from Valentine’s Day, and this hopelessly romantic man had not so much as mentioned the day.
“Maybe he forgot?,” Lucy suggested, brushing on the final top coat to her right hand and blowing on her nails.
“There’s no way. He remembers everything.” It was true, and it was also one of the things that made you fall in love with him. Every date he planned for you was tailored to all of your likes and interests. He paid attention to you constantly, as though he were memorizing every small word that slipped from your mouth.
“Did you tell him you don’t like Valentine’s Day?” Lucy screwed on the lid to the nail polish and reached for her dirty martini.
You looked past her, out the windows of your apartment and to the beautiful skyline as you tried to recall if this was in fact something you had said to him. Lucy was right, you didn’t like Valentine’s Day, but that was before Joel. If anyone could get you to like the cheesy holiday, it was him. So you were trying to push down the disappointment that had already been bubbling inside.
Lucy decided to take you out to dinner to distract you. “Logan mentioned a new sushi spot that opened up next to Blue Lily! Maybe we could go there and then get drinks after?”
The sushi was good, and it reminded you of your first date with Joel. You smiled to yourself as you recalled his disgust with the octopus nigiri he had bravely tried.
Dinner passed by without much excitement. Lucy shared about her new work with Tommy’s company and the building she is helping design. She asked if she could go with you to Austin next time you visited Joel, because Tommy had encouraged her to check out some of the architecture downtown. You briefly discussed details of your upcoming trip to Austin in May, the conversation not doing much to distract you from the well of disappointment.
You felt so ridiculous. Joel was the most wonderful boyfriend you’d ever had, what right did you have to complain about him not planning a silly date on a silly holiday?
“Wanna go get drinks?” Lucy had finished paying the bill and was shrugging her fur coat back on. “Ugh, I’m so full,” she playfully groaned as she stood up.
You figured you could use the extra distraction so you agreed. The winter wind whipped past the two of you as you ducked your heads and hurried to the bar down the street. “We’re not gonna make it, Bee!!” Lucy yelled as a particularly harsh gust nearly knocked you down.
Your giggles were cut off by the wind stealing your oxygen and you pulled your scarf around your face as you picked up the pace.
Sighs of relief escaped you both as you ran into the bar and slammed the doors shut behind you. The patrons near you chuckled as you both panted and walked up to the bar.
“Quiet in here for a Friday night,” you commented.
Lucy looked around and agreed. “The weather must be keeping people indoors. Only the idiots are out right now,” she said with a playful wink and then flagged down the bartender.
She’d gotten into the habit of ordering for you both, but you didn’t mind. She normally had pretty good taste - except for when she was too drunk and would inevitably order shots of well tequila. Yeah, you hated her for that.
Your phone chimed and you reached into your pocket expecting to see a text from Joel. He always texted on his way home from the work site, and he’d been working more than usual lately.
Instead, it was an email that read: Fwd: Your Flight Is Confirmed - New York City to Paris
You read the headline again. Your heart was pounding as you clicked on it and then saw that Joel had just forwarded it to you. Then, a text came in.
Joel: The email come through?
You: Uh, yeah. What is this?
Joel: Happy Valentine’s Day
You went back to the email to see the details. The flight took off in three days, and you’d be there until the 16th. Two full days in Paris with the love of your life for Valentine’s Day. Tears pricked your eyes and you brushed them away with the bar napkin.
Lucy looked at you and frowned, “Woah, what’s going on?” She set her hand on your knee.
You turned your phone so that she could see the flight confirmation herself. Her eyes lit up and she jumped up and down in her seat. “What!! Bee, that’s incredible!!” She shook her head and picked up her glass, holding it out toward you for a cheers. “You know you’ve got the best man on the planet, right? That’s why I’m going to be single forever.”
With a dry chuckle you raised your beaded glass to hers, “To both of us finding love and romance.”
She clinked her glass with an eyeroll, taking a sip and then remarking, “I don’t know about that…but while you’re in Paris, I’ll be sure to find some guy to rail me. Maybe an Eiffel Tower of my own?” She shot you a mischievous look and you nearly spat your drink out.
“Lucy!!,” you playfully scolded.
Your phone buzzed. It was Joel calling. “I’m gonna go over there and take this, Luce,” you said as you took another sip of your drink and hopped off the blue velvet barstool.
Thankfully, since the crowd was fairly sparse, you were able to find a nook next to one of the circle booths that was mostly empty. The space was dim with loud music, so it allowed for private conversations.
“Hey babe,” you said, answering the call on the very last ring.
“Oh, hey,” he sounded surprised, “thought I missed ya. Am I interrupting?” You could hear rustling in the background along with the sound of the road.
“Are you driving?,” you asked, ignoring his question.
“Mhhm.” It was clear his mouth was full. “Just left the site. Headed home now, thank god. What are you up to?”
You rolled your eyes and then said, “Miller.” There was silence on the other end. You only called him Miller when you were annoyed. “We’ve talked about this, you shouldn’t be driving and calling me and eating all at the same time. It’s not safe.”
He cleared his throat and you could hear the rustling again before it stopped entirely. “Alright,” he swallowed, “I’m not eatin’ anymore.”
“I know you’re hungry, babe, but can’t you just eat at work or something?” Part of you felt bad, but his safety was important to you and you weren’t willing to risk anything happening to him.
“Not really, work’s always crazy. But it’s okay - I’ll be home soon. Anyways, I wanted t’know if ya saw the email.” You could hear the smile in his voice and it made you feel fuzzy.
“I did, and…I’m really excited. Thank you, baby.” You wished you could give him a kiss.
“Didja think I forgot? ‘Bout Valentine’s Day?” His tone was playful and you could picture him smirking.
“You asshole,” you mumbled, “You did that on purpose?”
He chuckled, “Should know me better than that, sweetheart. Your own damn fault for thinkin’ I’d actually forget.”
There was a ruckus at the other end of the bar - a loud clink of glasses, raucous laughter, and deep voices. You looked over to see three men surrounding Lucy as she stood on the barstool. It wobbled underneath her, and one of the men wrapped his hands around her thighs as she counted down.
“Jesus Christ.” You rubbed at your temple then said, “Joel, I gotta go. Lucy’s…doing her thing again.”
Joel laughed, a real one this time, and said, “Man, I miss bein’ there for all your shenanigans. Get her home safely. And I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
Those words never failed in making your heart skip a beat. “Love you too, babe.”
You were bummed that you and Joel had to fly separately to Paris. Trying to line the flights up just didn’t make sense and would have ended up costing so much more. You knew that Joel would have done it for you, but you decided that you’d just turn the flight into reading time so you could catch up on your backlog of books.
When the plane landed, you touched up your makeup in your compact mirror and applied another quick layer of deodorant. You chewed anxiously as you popped a piece of gum in your mouth.
This man still gave you butterflies.
Your flights were supposed to arrive around the same time, so you eagerly deplaned and then hurried to the luggage carousels where you two had agreed to meet up.
The airport was packed, and you wove in and out of the crowd with your backpack slung over one shoulder and your purse over the other.
Your stomach swooped when you squeezed between two groups of people and came out the other side to see Joel standing in front of one of the carousels with each of your suitcases at his feet and a bouquet of a dozen pink roses in his hand.
You did a double take when you realized he was holding a sign. Your face turned bright red and you covered it with your hands as you walked over to him. “Baaaabe!,” you playfully whined. “What are you doing?”
Joel chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, the plastic lining surrounding the roses crinkling against your back as he kissed your forehead.
“Please, for the love of god, put that sign away,” you giggled.
“But you haven’t answered yet,” he stated simply.
Will you Bee my valentine? The sign was written in red ink with a poorly drawn bee along with scribbled hearts. It was absolutely ridiculous and looked like something a third grader would draw…but it was also sickeningly sweet.
“Yes, Joel, I’ll be your valentine…now put that damn sign away, please!” You gave him a kiss on his cheek.
He dropped the sign immediately, wrapping both arms around you and swinging you around in a circle. Your feet knocked over both suitcases and when he set you down you were in a fit of yelps and giggles.
“What has gotten into you?!” You playfully shoved his arm before going to pick up one of the suitcases as he got the other.
He sighed, followed up with a chuckle as he said, “Just didn’t realize how goddamn much I could miss someone.”
When you turned to look at him, his eyes were glassy. Here was this large man, brooding in nature, with a suitcase in one hand, bouquet of pink roses in another, with a valentine’s sign tucked under his arm, looking at you with his brown puppy dog eyes that were brimming with tears.
The sight nearly brought you to your knees, but instead you smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss. “Missed you too, cowboy.”
“Goddamnit,” Joel groaned under his breath. “Somehow I’m never expectin’ it.”
The hotel room was insanely beautiful. The furniture and walls were mostly beige, but beautiful artwork on the walls added a pop of color. The plush bed looked inviting, and there was an entire living room with a velvet couch, and a glass coffee table holding more flowers - this time white roses.
“C’mere,” Joel said, setting down the luggage and walking toward the curtains on the end of the room.
You prepared yourself for an incredible view, but your jaw literally dropped when Joel pulled them back and revealed a private balcony overlooking the Eiffel Tower.
“Shut the fuck up!,” you squeaked, quickly unlocking the tall glass door and stepping outside.
It was cold, and you knew that Joel was going to complain the entire time you were outside, but you tightened your coat around you as you took in the view. “Holy crap, Joel. How much did this cost you?”
He wrapped his arm around you, looking out at the architecture and the people on the street below. “Let’s just say I have my ways,” he replied smoothly.
“Oh, you fucked the hotel owner? You could just say that, you know.” You tried to hide your smirk unsuccessfully.
He playfully pinched your side and said, “Hey now. None of that.”
You giggled. “No, really, how did you afford this?”
You knew that Joel was fairly well off. He did alright for himself with his contracting company, well enough to take a step back over the years. But, after having traveled a fair amount yourself, you were very familiar with how much a room like this could cost, especially in a city like Paris.
“Called in a favor. My company did work on one of their sister hotels. Actually, saved them from nearly having to shut down the whole building after their initial contractors had taken too many shortcuts. I was hopeful they’d return the favor, and they did.”
You always loved hearing Joel’s stories. He didn’t share a lot, at least not unprompted, so any time you got a glance into his past, it felt like a treat. It also created a small pang in your stomach - the idea of just how many years you missed with him, including that unnecessary eight month break.
Joel seemed to notice the shift in your demeanor. “Hey,” he turned you so you were facing him. “What’s goin’ on?”
You shrugged your shoulders, feeling silly for what you were about to admit. “Sometimes I just get sad thinking about all those years that we weren’t in each other’s lives.”
He smiled as he said, “Aw, darlin’...I feel the same. But, hey, we got lots of years left.”
You nodded, laying your head on his chest as he embraced you. You spoke into his coat, so it was slightly muffled but still audible as you replied, “Well, I have a lot of years left. You’re gonna die before me.”
Joel stopped rubbing your back and pulled his head back so he could look at you. You had to bite your lip so you wouldn’t laugh. “You’re like a child who acts out when their parents get home…punishin’ them for leavin’ ya.”
The brief panicked look in his eyes revealed that he knew he’d just set himself up.
“So, you agree,” you sassed, “you’re much older than me, Joel Miller. Old enough to be my daddy.”
He winced at the emphasis you put on the last word, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. “You’re impossible. ‘N no, I’m not old enough t’be your…” He ran his hand down his face in exasperation. “Let’s get settled in the room, okay? Fuckin’ freezin’ out here.”
He swatted at your butt as you walked by him, causing you to jump and sprint into the room. Your feet carried you into the living area, but when you glanced behind you and saw that he was stalking after you, true panic set in and you ran into the bedroom with a playful squeal.
You jumped up onto the bed, your socked feet sliding against the down comforter. Pushing your arms out you shouted, “Joel! Wait! Wait!” You were laughing, but it was an anxious laugh.
He stood at the end of the bed, crouching down with his arms held out sideways, taking up as much space as he could. He slowly stepped around the bed, getting closer to the edge where you stood.
You squealed again and shuffled to the other side, “Joel! You’re scaring me!” Giggles erupted from you as he crept to the other end of the bed, still tracking you.
“Say something!!,” you begged him, the playful hunt giving you actual chills.
Then, before you could get another plea out, Joel grabbed you by the ankle, yanking hard so that you fell backwards against the bed. A loud yelp spilled out and you held your hands up defensively.
He was grinning as he climbed slowly onto the bed, over your tense body. You could tell he was fighting back a chuckle as his hands came to either side of your head and he leaned down, pressing against your open palms as he lowered his mouth to your ear.
“Caught ya,” he whispered, causing goosebumps to pop up all over your body.
There was a pulling sensation between your legs and you raised your hips, letting your core rub against Joel’s thigh. “Joel…,” you cooed.
“Mmm,” he hummed against your ear. He gave a brief lick to your earlobe then asked, “What was it ya called me out there?”
You had to pause to think, your brain already fuzzy from him being on top of you. But when you realized what he was asking, you felt a tingle work through your center. “Umm…daddy?,” you answered tentatively.
He growled in your ear, “Mhhm…use that, sweet girl…”
You were floored. Joel has made countless comments and jokes about how he wasn't into that sort of thing. You silently wondered what changed, maybe it was just him hearing it from your own lips that triggered something in that horny brain of his. While it wasn’t necessarily your thing either, it was certainly doing something for you right now.
“Mmm, okay, daddy…” you purred.
“Fuck,” Joel gritted out, immediately reaching down to undo his belt.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his desperation as he shoved his pants down with one hand, the other still braced by your head. He then reached for your pants, giving a tentative tug before asking, “This okay, baby?”
Nodding quickly, you said, “Please, daddy…make me feel good.” You were playing into it and Joel seemed to be loving every second.
“Shit, sweetheart, gonna make me bust in my damn boxers like a teenage boy if you’re not careful.” He shucked your pants off with ease and then scooted back so that he could lower his mouth to your clothed pussy.
Your giggle quickly turned to a moan as Joel sucked on your clit through your panties. You bucked against him and he used his large hand to push your hips back down. “Wanna try something, stay still f’me.”
You pressed your hips back against the bed, willing your body to obey. Joel began licking thick strips up your wet panties. Every time his tongue reached your clit, he’d latch his lips around the fabric and suck lewdly. Both the sound and the act were filthy and had you moaning loudly, your fingers coming to grasp his salt and pepper curls.
“Oh my god, daddy, please, please!!” You were keeping your hips as still as you could, occasionally jolting when an intense sensation would work its way through you.
He began flicking his tongue against your clit and you gripped his hair harder. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!!”
He groaned in approval against your soaked panties as you felt yourself gush. Your thighs squeezed his head as you trembled against his devoted mouth.
His head stayed between your legs, peppering kisses until your breathing was regulated again.
You looked down to see a wet spot in his briefs from the precum. He crawled up the bed over your body once again. You looped your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, tasting your arousal on his lips.
“May I?,” he whispered against your lips as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your ruined panties.
“Please,” you cooed back, lifting your ass off the bed so he could slide them down. He slipped off his boxers and moved both your bodies further back onto the bed.
He gripped the base of his cock, swiping it up and down your soaked cunt. You could feel yourself fluttering around nothing, just eager to feel him inside you.
“Y’want daddy’s cock?” The question in any other context would’ve made you laugh. But right now, with your aching body underneath him, and his broad, strong form above yours, all you could do was nod and quietly beg, “Please, please daddy…”
With a slow push, Joel slid himself inside your wet entrance. You tossed your head back and arched your back, welcoming the fullness. “Oh my god,” you murmured.
Joel began moving his thick length in and out of your tight walls at a steady pace. He had a firm grip on your hip, leaning down and kissing you gently as your body acclimated to his size.
When it felt like you had fully acquiesced, he pulled back, reaching down to lift your legs, pressing them up by your sides. Your knees now hugged the side of your tits as you were spread fully for him in a mating press.
You looked down to see his length disappearing inside of you and let out a whimper.
“How’s it feel, baby?,” Joel said as he started to pick up his pace slightly.
Moaning, you replied, “Feel so…full.”
He began hammering inside of you, his hips snapping against the backs of your thighs as you took every thrust.
“So fuckin’ good f’me…feel so good, baby…so fuckin’...perfect…” He was grunting as he fucked into you. His arms were by your head again and you turned so that you could bite down on his bicep.
He made a groaning sound as your teeth pressed into his muscle, not relenting as he slammed into you. He started to push in deeper, his hips moving in slow circles once he was completely seated inside of you.
The friction rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves and you whined loudly, your hands gripping onto the sheets as you felt a second orgasm building in your core.
“There ya go, baby…come f’me, okay? Come on my cock, please…” The plea tore from the back of his throat, a guttural need, and had you shaking against him as the pleasurable waves worked through your body.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” His rhythm became erratic and he grabbed your hair at the back of your head, leaning you forward so that you were held tightly to him as he worked himself inside of you. “Fuck, baby, gonna come..gonna..nngghhh…” He groaned deeply as he allowed himself to spill inside of you.
He held your bodies together until the last spurts left his throbbing cock, then slowly pulled out and released his hold on you.
His body dropped on the bed beside you, turning onto his side so that he could wrap you up in his arms.
“You okay?” It was a common question for him to ask after sex, particularly if it had been even remotely rough.
You smiled and nestled your face in the crook between his neck and his shoulder - one of your favorite places to rest. “Perfect,” you mumbled against his sweat-slicked skin.
He gave a chuckle and kissed the top of your head. “Try not to psychoanalyze me,” he said dryly.
You lifted your head to look up at him. “Oh, you mean about your new daddy kink?”
He shot you a look then said, “Pretty sure you liked it too…based on how she was huggin’ me.”
“Joel!” You playfully slapped his chest and he bellowed out a laugh. Rolling on top of you and smothering you with his body, he started to peck kisses all over your face and neck.
The morning came too quickly. When the sun fell across your face as Joel pulled back the curtains, you hissed at him. The two of you had been up entirely too late and the jet lag was very real. You’d managed maybe four hours of sleep.
Laughing, he replied, “Morning, sweet girl.”
“No,” was all you said as you pulled the blanket up over your head.
The mattress shifted as Joel climbed back into bed, sliding under the comforter and wrapping his arm around you. The flat of his palm rested on your lower belly before sliding south, his middle finger pressed against your clit and he began to rub slow circles.
Your pussy was still puffy and sore from the three rounds of sex the previous night, and yet, it still managed to feel incredible as you softly moaned into the pillow. He continued his precise pace, circling over and over.
You arched your back as the pressure built, and then Joel pulled his hand away.
“Good, now that you’re awake, get ready so we can go get some breakfast.” He kissed the back of your head and shuffled out of the bed.
You sat up, glaring at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No.” He had the audacity to wink as he bent down to unzip your suitcase. After digging around for a bit, he pulled out a couple articles of clothes. “What about wearing this?”
You were still aghast, jaw dropped as you stared at him. “Joel. You just edged me!”
“And?” He couldn’t even try to hide his smirk.
“We-we don’t do that!” It was a lame comeback, but you were struggling to come up with anything else.
He chuckled and said, “Mm, apparently we do now.” He tossed the clothes on the end of the bed, bending back down to pull out your toiletries bag and makeup kit. “Besides, it’ll just make ya want me more throughout the day…That’s fun, ain’t it?”
Through narrowed eyes you asked, “For who, Joel?”
He patted your foot through the comforter, nodding his head at your items that he had just gathered and said, “Get ready, darlin’. Gotta busy day ahead of us.” And with another infuriating wink, he left the bedroom.
The corner bakery/coffee shop you’d found on your morning walk was idyllic. A tall white stone building sat on a corner amongst other restaurants and shops. It had outdoor seating that was somewhat limited, probably due to the season, but still had a couple patrons sitting outside and sipping their lattes. Ivy grew up the edges of the building and there were windows with small balconies jutting out.
Someone exited the shop right as the two of you approached, and the sweet melodic smells of fresh-baked pastries and coffee wafted your way. You and Joel exchanged an excited look as you dipped inside.
The warm lighting enhanced the cozy vibes and you navigated your way to the back of the short line with Joel’s hand on your lower back.
“Smells incredible,” you said as you craned your neck to try and see the pastries and baked goods behind the glass case on the countertop.
Joel lowered his head to your neck, planting supple kisses up the side until he reached your earlobe and sucked it into his mouth.
“Babe!,” you whisper-shouted, swatting at his arm around your waist. “Cut it out!”
Joel emitted the softest groan against your ear and it had you nearly buckling in the small cafe. “Just lookin’ forward to later. That’s all.”
You took a deep breath and said, “Yeah, well, I’m trying to keep it together. So can you not?”
He smiled and gave you a chaste kiss on your cheek. “I’ll behave.”
You chose seats outside, despite Joel’s reluctance at the forty degree weather. “‘M gonna freeze out there,” he had complained as you walked toward the front doors.
“Thought you were more of a man than that,” you chided with a smirk.
He glared at you before exhaling and saying, “Don’t need t’be cold t’show that I’m a man.”
“What do you need to do to show you’re a man?” Your voice nearly caught as you asked the question, the teasing affecting you before it even registered for him.
He smirked as he caught you press your legs together as you took your seat. “You alright over there?”
“Just fine,” you played off with a haughty tone.
Your attention was redirected to the three pastries that sat between you: a chocolate croissant, a custard-filled éclair, and a tarte tatin.
Joel nodded for you to choose the first one to taste. You instinctively licked your lips in anticipation, reaching for the chocolate croissant.
“I knew you were going to choose that one,” Joel said with a soft laugh. He picked up the éclair and you both cheersed before taking your bites.
The pastry flaked into your mouth, the chocolate still warm and gooey inside as it draped across your tastebuds and caused you to salivate. The smell was so sweet and comforting that you wished you could crawl inside the little pastry yourself.
You looked up to see Joel’s eyes rolling back as he chewed on the éclair, wiping residual custard off his mouth with his thumb. Your mouth watered.
You reached for his hand, bringing it to your lips before sticking your tongue out and licking the custard off. Joel’s throat bobbed as he watched you. When the custard was cleaned off, you lingered, sucking his thumb just a little further into your mouth before releasing it with a wet pop.
He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair and setting the pastry down.
Finally, you thought to yourself. You gave him a wink this time and took another messy bite of your croissant. “Damn,” you said, “this is good.” Joel watched you through hooded eyes. “Oh, and so is your cream.”
He sputtered, sitting up and patting his chest while he coughed. He reached for his coffee, taking a sip and then looking at you while shaking his head. “The hell are you tryin’ t’do to me?”
You couldn’t hide your giggle anymore, but then you collected yourself. Giving him a smile, you innocently asked, “What do you mean, Joel?”
“That solidifies it, then,” he said as he took another large drink of coffee then picked up the tarte tatin and took a bite. “Mm, this is good. Try it.” He held it out to you but you were staring at him through furrowed brows.
“What solidifies what?,” you asked, ignoring the offered pastry.
He shrugged and brought it back to his own mouth, chewing on another bite. A piece of the sugar clung to his lip, but he licked it off himself while holding eye contact with you.
“Oh, just a little game I was thinkin’ we could play..somethin’ fun for dinner. Wasn’t sure if I was gonna do it, though. You know, thought maybe we could just enjoy a romantic dinner. But now…” He took another sip of his coffee then smirked at you. “Now I know what you really need.”
You clenched your thighs again, relieved that Joel couldn’t see from the angle he was at. You cleared your throat and asked, “So we-we’re not going to dinner?”
“Oh no, we are darlin’. But now we’re gonna play a little game at the same time.”
The reservations Joel had made were incredible. Your eyes were wide as you took it all in. The place was adorned with eclectic art on the walls. It was a two-story building with a large metal winding staircase in the center. A vintage chandelier hung at the top. Large plants were in the corners, some hanging from the wall. Plenty of windows allowed for the city lights to stream in, as well as to get a beautiful view of the nightlife.
“Joel,” you gasped as you walked in with him.
He smiled and turned to you, “You like it?”
You shook your head, tears already brimming your eyes, “Babe…this is incredible. You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. You’re incredible.”
Joel had never ceased to amaze you with the dates he could plan. Even though the two of you didn’t get nearly as many dates as you’d like because of the distance, he made sure that each one was memorable in its own way. But this - this may have taken the cake.
The hostess showed you to your table in the back corner of the restaurant. It was dimly lit with a sheer curtain you could pull closed for extra privacy. A couple tealight candles adorned the table, along with a small glass vase holding a single red rose. The table was already set with dishware, a water glass, a wine glass, as well as a linen napkin and utensils. The burgundy table cloth matched the shade of the rose and you didn’t think you’d ever seen a more elegant table setting.
Joel waited for you to take a seat in your chair before sliding into his own. The server approached shortly, detailing the specials and wine pairings for the night. Joel ordered both specials along with the accompanying wines, and two appetizers to start.
“Can we-,” you started to ask before he jumped in.
“We’ll share,” he said with a wink.
Joel knew that your favorite thing to do at a restaurant was order two different entrees so that you both could share. This was a struggle for Joel who almost always knew exactly what he wanted to order, and wanted it all to himself. But from time-to-time he would acquiesce, and order with the intention of sharing half of it.
You blew him a kiss and the two of you chatted about your next-day Paris plans. It was going to be a day of sightseeing - museums, sculptures, architecture. You couldn’t wait.
The waiter returned with the wine and the tapenade appetizer. You clinked glasses and eagerly took a sip.
“So…” You bit your lip nervously. “You said something about a game?”
A twinkle glimmered in his eye. “Sure did. Are you ready t’play?”
Nerves crawled up your body, but you weren’t quite sure why. You trusted Joel with everything. Maybe it was the mischievous glint in his eyes that caused you hesitation.
“Here,” he said as he reached under the table.
You frowned, but returned the gesture, sticking your arm underneath the table until your fingers brushed against something firm but smooth.
He nodded his head for you to take it, so you wrapped your fingers around the oval-shaped object and brought it into your lap. Before you could get a good look at it, it started to buzz in your hand.
You yelped and nearly dropped it on the floor. Joel chuckled and you looked at him, shocked and still slightly confused.
“Joel…is this…?” You gulped.
“Do you still wanna play?,” he asked with equal parts naughtiness and care.
You nodded silently, clutching the small device in your hand. Joel’s eyes were dark now.
“Then go put it in, sweetheart,” he cooed in a way that sent shivers up your spine.
You hurried to the bathroom, getting turned around a couple times until you found it tucked toward the back of the hallway. After you secured the device as best you thought you could, you washed your hands and returned to the table as discreetly as possible.
Taking a seat, you could feel Joel’s eyes on you. The next appetizer had been brought to the table - escargots served with baguette. He reached across the table to set a piece of escargots on your plate.
“Didn’t try it yet,” he said nonchalantly, as though you didn’t have a vibrator stuffed inside you right now.
You took the bites together, commenting about the buttery flavor and how rich it was. Once the bites were swallowed and a couple more sips of wine drank, you started to grow impatient about the toy. He hadn’t buzzed it yet, and you were starting to wonder if he’d forgotten.
The server was a few tables away from you, approaching with your entrees. You glanced at Joel and said, “So, when are you g-”
And then it happened. A pulsing, vibrating sensation that started in your core but somehow seemed to work through your entire body. You gripped your thighs, as if that was going to help. But the sensation stopped almost as soon as it started, in perfect timing with the waiter arriving at your table.
“Steak Frites,” he said as he placed the plate in front of you. Then, turning to Joel, he said, “And the Coq au Vin.”
After refilling your wine glasses and ensuring that everything was to your liking, including asking you to cut into the steak so you could make sure it was medium rare, he gave a small bow and walked away.
As soon as he was out of earshot, you kicked Joel under the table. He laughed and jolted in his seat. “What?!”
“Oh don’t you play dumb, you know what. You waited until my guard was down and he was right there!” You raised your glass and took a healthy sip of wine, setting it down and continuing, “And besides-”
Then it happened again. The vibration was lighter this time; it didn’t zap you as soon as it started. It was persistent, though, and after about fifteen seconds, you were gripping the table and looking at Joel pleadingly.
As soon as you opened your mouth to say something, Joel increased the power. The vibration was both stronger and quicker now, and it had you clenching your legs together and trying to lift off the seat in an effort to decrease the stimulation.
Joel looked down to see your nipples harden through your thin lace bra and underneath your top. He saw the pulse point in your neck throbbing and your jaw clenched tight. Part of him wanted to take pity on you and dial it down or turn it off - give you some reprieve. But the sight in front of him was too delicious and he couldn’t resist watching you come undone.
“Oh my god,” you squeaked in a soft whisper. You were looking down at the table, focusing with all your might on staying quiet. Your hands had a firm grip on the edge and your feet were pressed into the ground.
You spasmed and Joel smiled, reaching over quickly to grab your glass of wine and move it to the other end of the table. “Joel, please, I can’t-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence before the orgasm overtook you. It was so powerful that your vision blacked out for a moment and you completely forgot about the bustling restaurant you were sitting in. Your panties became completely soaked and you trembled, still holding onto the table.
Joel graciously turned the toy off, reaching forward and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was soft again, unassuming.
Once you could refocus your vision and felt like you had your breathing under control, you looked up at him with glassy eyes. “So…who won?”
Joel threw his head back in a chortle and then lifted your hand so he could kiss it. “Did you like it?” There was the smallest sliver of concern in his eyes, fear that he had gone too far.
“Like it? Joel…I just had one of the hardest orgasms I’ve had in years. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I liked it.” As soon as you said the words, despite Joel’s laugh, you became worried that you had offended him in some way. “I mean, like, not as good as the ones you-”
“Darlin’, darlin’,” he said, holding up a hand to get you to stop what you were saying. “If you think I’m ‘bout to feel insecure because of some toy, then you’re mistaken. All I care about is your pleasure, regardless of the form it comes in.” He winked at you and then cut into his chicken.
You stared for a moment before returning to your own meal. The gratitude you felt for this man was so immense, you didn’t think you’d ever felt anything remotely close to it before. You couldn’t believe it had been less than two years ago that you were standing on a rainy sidewalk outside some bar for a speed-dating event that Lucy had dragged you to. Maybe you were thankful for her, as well.
Joel offered you a bite of his chicken, and you reciprocated with your steak. The wine and conversation continued flowing, and by the time dessert came around, Joel had already worked you through another orgasm.
Even though you were spent, the idea of being back in the hotel room with him was so alluring that you declined an after-dinner walk because you just had to get your hands on him.
Joel dropped the leftovers on the desk by the hotel room door as soon as the two of you came barrelling in. You kicked off your heels and started undressing yourself as he hurried to do the same, though he was much slower at it because he kept pausing to kiss you or bite at your neck.
By the time he got you to the bed, he was leaking through his boxers. “Joel,” you panted into his mouth.
He pulled his head back to get a better look at you. The Paris streetlights glowed through the window and danced in the dark of Joel’s eyes. His soft curls were fluffed atop his head, pointing in different directions as you’d just been running your fingers through them. He was breathing heavy, his mouth slightly open as he watched you intently.
The gratitude grew again, this time filling you with so much love that you couldn’t help but shed a tear as you looked up at him and said, “I love you, Joel.”
He huffed a gentle sigh as he smiled and ran his hand across your jaw. “Love you more, baby.”
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