Right where you left me {a Joel Miller fanfiction}

Chapter 11 - Wicked Game

A.N. Enjoy dolls ;)

"It's strange what desire will make foolish people do." - Wicked Game, Chris Issak

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July 2018, Boston QZ

"To do something I should have done a year ago."

Joel had wanted this, all this time, all those months spent of me questioning if every heated stare meant something more than just hatred. I guess Tess was right. But this was just physical, simple sexual pleasure and maybe it was best to keep it that way. The minute you're emotionally attached, that's when it breaks you. Everyone I had been with before had panned out that way and I hadn't thought about them since. But I feared with Joel that I had already fallen for him, already planned it all out in my head, desire was a strange thing. It makes smart people do foolish things. But I wasn't going to fall in love, I couldn't.

Joel pushed the door of his apartment open, the memories of the night I had broken into it flooding back to me causing a small laugh to fall from my lips, "So you can get in here with a key? God I never knew."

Joel shook his head letting out a small laugh, holding the door open and nodding for me to walk in.

"You know I never could quite tell if you wanted to kiss me or kill me," I said, turning back to him as he leaned against the now closed door.

He folded his arms over his chest, looking down at me, "I think you know which one now, no?"

I walked over to him slowly, "Maybe, but I bet you could refresh my memory," My tone dropped slightly as I looked him up and down, ultimately landing on his lips.

Joel pulled me closer to him by my belt loops causing me to let out a sound half way between a laugh and a gasp. I looked up at him, my lip in between my teeth as his hand came up to cup my cheek. His thumb gently brushed over my bottom lip before he leaned in, our lips meeting for the second time that night.

This kiss was faster than the one we shared before, I could sense the desperation of us both in every movement, our breaths huffing into each other's mouths as I clung to his shirt in an attempt to pull his body closer than it already was. My skin felt as though it was burning.

I needed him. Desperately.

I felt Joel's tongue swipe over my lip, asking for an entrance to which I granted without hesitation, whimpering into his mouth pathetically as my core began to rapidly heat up.

My hips bucked towards his desperately, causing Joel to let out a groan as the kiss became more rough, a battle for dominance that I was so used to winning, but not with Joel. No matter how much I tried I'd never win and for once I knew I'd be satisfied with that.

I began to move both of my hands down to Joel's belt, beginning to fuss and pull at it in an attempt to get it off without breaking the kiss, I felt one of Joel's large hands grab both of mine. He pulled away from the kiss, taking in a sharp exhale, "Have you ever been with a man before?" He asked, in a low breathless tone.

My eyebrows furrowed together, "What?" I asked in confusion, my mind too hazed to even process his question.

"Have you ever slept with a man before?" He repeated.

I raised an eyebrow at him, tilting my head slightly, "Joel I'm twenty-six years old of course I've slept with a man before-well maybe not a man-more like boys." I paused looking down at his jeans, to which his hands were still clutching mine over, a smirk growing on my lips at the size of his large hands and the thoughts of what they could do to me.