The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

Fuck the Birthday Dinner*: Joel Miller

"You know I love it when you wear blue."

Joel's voice is soft, but grungy. My heart falls to the pit of my stomach as his fingers trace the thin fabric resting on my shoulder. His hands are calloused. They feel rough, yet his touch is so gentle.

"That's exactly why I chose this dress," I whisper.

He snuggles his head into the crook of my neck. His beard tickles as he forms his mouth into a smile.

"What do you say to skip out on dinner tonight?" He mutters. "Truly, I don't think I can pay the food my proper attention while you're in my presence, darlin'."

Joel snakes his hand around my torso. His tan hand looks perfectly in place against the silk baby blue cascading down my body. He grabs my waist with his free hand. The front of Joel's body presses against my backside. My head falls back on his shoulder while my eyes close slowly.

"It's your brother's birthday, Joel," I say.

His hand sneaks its way up to my chest. My nipples a hard peek and are very noticeable through the thin fabric. My body isn't hiding at all. Joel knows exactly what he does to me. Just one look. That's all it takes.

"He'll have other birthdays, darlin'." Joel says in between the kisses he's scattering on my neck. "Plus the birthday dinner wasn't how we were going to celebrate. We're going fishing tomorrow. Let me have you tonight." His voice is almost whiny. "If he could see you in this dress he'd completely understand."

Joel twists my nipples and pulls on them lightly. A light moan rolls off my tongue and I begin to clench my legs. How does he do this to me? I can't find the argument I worked up in my head to urge him to go to this dinner. Honestly, does dinner even matter with this silver fox pressed against my body? His cock pressed into my back so needy of a release.

"Joel." His name rolls off my tongue in the form of a moan, completely not intentional.

"What are you wearing under here?" He asks. Joel is standing straight now. His fingers are playing with the fabric that is begging to fall off my skin. He slowly pushed the strap down my arm, causing a shiver to roll down my spine. "Are you completely bare underneath? Was this dress just a way to distract me tonight, honey? Because it's working."

Joel pushed the other strap that was still clinging to my skin. The top of my dress fell, almost exposing my breasts.

"I'm not wearing anything." I whisper.

Joel turns me around so I can face him. His eyes are so dark they're almost black. My pulse is loud in my ears and the room seems to be spinning. I'm so consumed with him, it's almost sickening. If I were wearing underwear, which I'm not, they would be soaked. Everything about the tall, built man in front of me is screaming at me to spread my fucking legs. Joel makes it so easy. A singular gelled curl falls on his face. He doesn't dare move it, because he knows it drives me crazy. He's losing his grip, but so am I.

Joel bends to one knee. His hand traces my silk covered thighs as he does. When he looks up, it's as if someone just set fire to my body. Joel's eyes are made for the bedroom, and no one can tell me otherwise. He looks so submissive right now, but that's what he wants. It's at this moment that he knows he holds all the power. When he's down on his knees, hiking my dress up so he can see the mess he's turning me into.

"You're as sweet as sugar." He says before placing a kiss on my ankle. "You're as hot as the fire you set in my heart." He kisses my leg. "You're as addictive as nicotine." His kisses get longer, and higher. "And my god am I fucking addicted to you!" He groans.

He darts his tongue out, licking his way up until his head is hidden under the bunch of fabric. I can feel his breath in my core. Joel uses his hand to spread my legs further before placing a gentle kiss on my clit.