Country Girl (Shake It For Me)
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intheheartTitle: Country Girl (Shake It For Me)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Noah meets Joy while she travels America.
AU: Joy/Chloe
Notes: Noah is 19, Joy is 21.
Noah's beer was going ignored in his hand, dripping water down his arm and onto the leg of his jeans. It was loud in the honky-tonk, like he suspected it was most Friday nights (he was never really there to find out), but the music was good and the crowd didn't seem too bad. For how much he couldn't stop staring at the dance floor, like an idiot, you think he'd know a bit more about the place so far, but she kept stealing his attention.
She kept stealing every guy's attention. Noah saw someone get smacked out of his chair by his girlfriend a little bit after he walked in, which was what made him start looking in the first place. She was gorgeous, blonde hair and tan skin, and strong legs that seemed like they went on for miles thanks to jean shorts that were barely there. Her dancing didn't fit in, exactly, but she didn't look all that out of place. She looked like she'd belong anywhere, as long as she was dancing.
That was a hell of a lot better than him. Noah couldn't dance to save his life. He took a drink of his beer, hoping he'd have the focus to finish it before it got warm, and tried to quit staring.
She must've noticed him staring, and liked the look of him, because a few minutes later she sashayed off the dance floor and hopped up on the stool beside him, crossing those long legs one over the other. "Hi there," she said, smiling a dazzling smile. "Like what you see?"
"Um," he dumbly answered, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck and ears. She laughed, but it wasn't a mean sound. It was like sunshine. "Hi," he managed, feeling foolish.
"Hi," she said again, still smiling at him. "My name's Joy, and I'm new in town. What's your name, handsome?"
His manners saved him, and unglued his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "Noah," he said, reaching out to shake her hand. Her skin was soft against his, which he knew was rough from a lifetime in the woods. Especially his hands. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."
"Noah," she repeated, drawing out the vowels as she ran her forefinger down his palm. "That's a nice name, Noah. I'm very pleased to meet you too."
Fire burned where she touched the inside of his hand, spreading up his arm and down his spine. He took a drink of beer with his other hand, unable to pull away. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, his mouth still dry and voice raspy from it.
She smiled even broader. "Noah," she said, drawing out his name in that sexy way again, "I would love for you to buy me a drink."
He raised a hand to wave the bartender over without looking. He still couldn't stop staring. She was probably going to hit him soon. "What do you drink, Joy?" he asked, because he couldn't stop talking. This was the most gorgeous woman to ever talk to him, and most of his conversations with women didn't last too long anyway.
"Whatever's on tap," she said. "I'm not fussy." She hooked her hands around her knee and studied him for a moment, a half-smile hovering around her mouth and laughter still dancing in her eyes. "So what do you do, Noah?"
He ordered two beers. Noah had a feeling he would be needing another. "I work on a farm a little ways outside of town." Not exactly the most glamorous job. "I like working outside, with my hands." He shrugged and looked down when he handed Joy her beer, and quickly looked up again when he accidentally looked at her chest. "What do you do?" he parroted.
To his unease, she'd clearly noticed his attention to her breasts, but she didn't appear disgusted or anything-- her half-smile just widened a little bit. "I bet you're really good with your hands," she said. "They look really big and strong and capable. As for me..." She shrugged, and undid a button on her shirt, revealing a considerable amount of cleavage. "I dance."
Noah felt heat rise in his neck and face again, and he kept his eyes on Joy's. His mama would shoot up from the grave and smack him if he did anything else. "You're a good dancer," he rasped, taking a long drink from his mug.
Was it his imagination, or did she look a little disappointed?
"Thank you," she said, and, almost casually, unbuttoned another button, revealing another expanse of creamy breast and just a whisper of black bra. "I've been dancing my whole life, nearly. Mom says I used to dance in her womb." She smiled, sweetly. "It's a nice thought, anyway."
He couldn't stop himself from glancing down, able to see a bit more black lace, before his eyes jerked back up to hers. He felt his ears burn again. "That's nice," he answered dumbly.
She looked at him for a moment, head cocked to one side, then said, candidly, "Noah, if I undo my blouse any more I'm going to get arrested for indecent exposure, and that's just going to ruin my plans for tonight."
"I, uh. I don't--" understand what the hell that means "I don't want to - I mean, I didn't - ain't right to stare at a lady like that?"
She smiled at him, reached out and ruffled his hair. "Noah, you are just adorable. I could eat you up. And it's only not right if the lady doesn't actively encourage you to stare."
Almost against his will, his eyes slowly dropped again. "And, uh." He swallowed heavily. "Why are you encouragin' me to stare?"
She leaned forward, giving him an even better look at her cleavage. "Because I like the way you stare," she said, softly. "And I also really like your arms."
His grip tightened around his mug before he looked back up at Joy. "Oh," he said lowly. He had to say something other than that. "I like... you."
This time, her smile was sweet, and charmed. "Thank you," she said. "I like the rest of you too, you know. Not just your arms. You're the only guy in here actually looking at me, and not just my breasts."
" Mama raised me right, I guess." Noah shrugged, giving her a small smile. "Sorry 'bout everyone else."
She waved her hand airily, dismissing the rest of the bar in that one smooth move. "They're not important. I came here to dance, not for anything else." She lifted her beer to him. "You changed my plans."
He raised his eyebrows, not knowing what that meant either. "Did I?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, yes." She took a slug from the beer, her long, pale throat working, then dropped it on the counter and leaned in again. "So, Noah, you live around here. Is there anything else fun to do in this town?"
"Sometimes somebody has a bonfire, but this place would be a lot more empty if there was one tonight." He glanced down again and looked back up, licking his lips before he continued. "Most people just drive 'round, lookin' for somethin' to do."
She arched an eyebrow, and her smile acquired an edge of humor. "Or someone, I expect."
He reddened. "Well, I wouldn't know too much about that part of it."
"No?" She quirked an eyebrow, then sipped at her beer again for a moment. "Would you like to?"
"Pardon?" he blankly asked, shocked, sure he had misunderstood that. Women had flirted with him before, but his awkwardness usually sent them away. Why would Joy be offering - no, he must have misunderstood
"Do you want to know more about that side of it?" she asked. "I told you, I like your arms."
"I, uh, I've never--" He reddened again. "I've never," Noah repeated simply, quietly, looking down at his beer. "I don't know if I'd... make things very good for you."
She looked at him for a moment, then her mouth opened in comprehension. "Oh, you mean you're new at this? That's okay, I'm very good at it." It was said simply, not with an air of bragging at all. "You won't need to worry about me, and I promise you'll have a good time."
He licked his lips again and finished what was left of his beer. It was tempting enough to make his fingers itch, and he hesitantly glanced down at Joy's cleavage again. "All right."
She smiled again, broad and beautiful and purely happy. "Wonderful," she said, and downed the rest of her beer. "Dance with me?"
Good Lord. "I don't dance." It was amazing how much he didn't dance. "I can't, I mean. Especially not enough to keep up with you."
Joy grinned. "Don't worry," she said, again. "Dancing is like sex. You pick it up really fast, and you get it faster if you're doing it with a professional. I'm a professional." She thought about that for a moment, then her cheeks tinged red. "Er, at dancing, not sex. I am not a prostitute."
"I'd never think you were." He looked out at the dance floor and chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't understand dancing, really. He was used to the still and quiet that came with hunting or just spending time outside, so anything like dancing just... confused him. "I mean it, though. I wouldn't know what I was doin'."
"No," she said, watching him with an odd half-smile again. "You wouldn't, would you? Well, never mind." She jumped off the stool and grabbed both his hands, pulling lightly "Trust me, follow me, and you'll have a good time."
He let her pull him onto the dance floor and felt foolish as soon as he did. "If you say so," he answered, leaning close so she could hear him.
Joy took his hands and put them on her hips, then put hers on his shoulders, leaning up on her toes to talk in his ear. "We're gonna start real easy, okay? Just follow my hips." She swayed her hips back and forth under his hands. "Follow my hips, okay?"
Noah did what she said, trying to ignore the press of the crowd around them as he followed along as best as he could. The music was impossible to ignore for how loud it was, but Joy was easy enough to focus on. He stared at her, waiting for what to do next.
She leaned up again and said, brightly, "You're doing great! Now I'm going to put my hands on your hips and move them a bit, all right? Are you ready?"
He didn't feel like he was really ready to talk to her, much less dance or anything else, because she was gorgeous and Noah was himself. But he licked his dry lips and nodded anyway,
She smiled, slow and sexy, and let her hands drift down to his hips. One of them detoured briefly to pat, then grab, his ass. "Nice," she mouthed, then gently started moving his hips back and forth, in time with hers. "Go ahead and step in time if you want," she said, above the music. "Just keep moving with me."
Noah knew he must be as red as a tomato, and he followed Joy almost on autopilot. Dancing wasn't so bad with her, but she had still grabbed his ass, and what was he supposed to do with that? His hands tightened on her hips, but he didn't dare move them.
She leaned up again, putting her lips right by his ear. "Good! You're doing really well." She nipped at the lobe of his ear, then added, "You can touch me, you know. Anywhere you want."
Jesus Christ. Noah let out a heavy breath and pressed his palms harder against the curve of her hips, but he didn't do anything else. "Not here," he answered with his lips pressed against her ear, his voice low. He bit the inside of his cheek again. "My truck is outside. We could go somewhere?"
"Sure," she said, and nipped his earlobe again. "Anyplace in particular you had in mind?"
"Not when you keep doing that," he groused, not really complaining. He was glad to lead her off the dance floor and outside, annoyed with the leftover ringing in his ears, and hoping that she wouldn't judge him too much for how dirty his truck was on the outside. It was clean on the inside, and he opened the door for her before he got in himself.
There were a few motels off the interstate, the nicest of which was a Holiday Inn. Joy was probably used to nicer places, but his only other option was the farm, and that seemed like more trouble than it was worth. "There's a Holiday Inn about fifteen minutes away?" he offered, feeling like it wasn't much.
"Sure, if you like it. I'm not picky about where." She smiled again, this time a little self-deprecatingly. "Just about who. Lead the way, cowboy."
He didn't immediately start the truck. "Why me, if you don't mind me askin'?" She was gorgeous, obviously not from anywhere around here, and slumming it if he was allowed to say so. He had practically lived and grown up in the woods before his mother decided she better put him in school and looked into getting them an actual house. He still preferred the woods. "I ain't nothin' special."
Joy looked at him for a long moment, chewing her lower lip. Finally, she said, "I'd have to disagree with that. The first reason is that you're hot. I'm shallow, I admit it, but honey, you are very, very handsome, and you have a really cute ass." She winked at him. "That said, that's just the first reason. I don't sleep with everyone I find attractive."
His shoulders hunched up to somewhere around his ears. "What're the other reasons?" he nearly mumbled.
She leaned forward, over the seat between them, and put a finger under his chin, lifting his face until he met her eyes.
"It was the way you were looking at me," she said, softly. "All the other guys in the room were looking at me and thinking, damn, I'd like to nail that." She said it simply, without any trace of pride, and maybe even a hint of disgust. "But you were looking at me like... I don't know, like you were admiring me, the way I was dancing, without any intention of trying to get into my pants. You looked at me like you respected me. And Noah? Respect really turns people on."
He felt himself flush, but ignored it as he started the truck. "Doubt that's what Mama was goin' for when she taught me," he said, flashing her a brief, small smile. "Can- May I kiss you?"
"Your mama taught you very well," Joy said. "And consider this open permission to kiss me for the rest of the night." She paused, deliberately, and added, "Anywhere."
He leaned toward her, and she seemed surprised when he kissed her cheek, barely brushing his lips over her skin. Noah pulled back just enough to kiss her other cheek, and then her forehead, before finally kissing her. It was soft and brief, because he still felt too out in the open to kiss Joy like she wanted.
Joy left her eyes closed for a moment when he pulled away, then opened them, very slowly. "Wow," she said, softly. "Someone taught you how to kiss very well."
His shoulders hunched up somewhere around his ears again. "No," he muttered, and focused on pulling out of the parking lot. "Ain't done much kissin' either."
She hummed, deep in her throat. "Then you're a natural," she said.
"I'll have to take your word on that," he answered, and knew he was blushing. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. Now that they were on their way, he was nervous. "You can turn the radio on, if you'd like."
"Sure." Joy leaned forward, fiddling with the dials for a moment, before settling on the song they'd been dancing to earlier. She leaned back again, propping one leg up on the dashboard, humming along, squirming in her seat. "I love this song."
"I have his CD somewhere. I can find it for you when we stop," Noah offered. He blushed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel again. "I have to stop and buy some condoms anyway."
They stopped at a gas station with the Holiday Inn in the distance. Noah found the CD for Joy before he went in the gas station to buy condoms. She was reading the lyric book and listening to the CD when he got back to the truck, and laughing about something.
"What's so funny?" he asked after he climbed in the truck, tossing the bag on the seat between them.
"This song is totally you, isn't it?" she asked between giggles.
He listened enough to recognize the song and blushed. Joy laughed a bit louder, but it wasn't unkindly. Still, Noah did the only thing he could think of to make her stop. He leaned over and kissed her, threading a hand through the hair at the base of her skull.
He pulled back a little, and she opened her eyes, smiled at him. "Country man," she breathed, reaching up to twine her hands in his hair, "how 'bout you show me some of those things you do?"
He reddened again, and kissed her again. Nobody else was in the parking lot, and the cashier couldn't see them where they were. Noah knocked the condoms off the seat to pull her closer, nearly into his lap, and he tentatively deepened the kiss.
Without ending the kiss, Joy slid her leg over his lap and straddled him, settling herself in his lap and cupping his face in both her hands. Her hair fell over her shoulders and brushed his chest. He kissed her harder and deeper as his confidence grew, and tangled a hand in her hair again. He settled his other one on her hip, pulling her closer.
Joy hummed into his mouth, and began to roll her hips over his lap, gently, without pressure. He moaned softly and tightened his grip in her hair and on her hip, pulling her down and rolling his hips up to meet her. They ground against each other, and Joy moaned against his mouth in return. Just the sound of that was enough to make Noah hard. He kissed her deeper, as hard as he could, before he pulled back to catch his breath.
"I think we need to head to the hotel," he said, voice husky. He didn't know if he should be embarrassed or not, because she must have felt him, and he flushed.
"Unless you want to get started right here," she said, lowering herself against his crotch and rubbing just enough to make it very clear that she'd noticed. "I'm not opposed to that."
He shuddered and arched up against her, even as he shook his head. "You deserve better than that," he said against her neck.
Joy kissed him for that, long and hard, before lowering her head to nibble on his neck. "Your mama really did raise you right," she murmured. "Okay. Do I have to get off your lap?"
He tilted his head back, groaning when she started biting him again. "I don't know if I'd be able to drive," he said. "If you keep out of my line of sight, maybe. And don't distract me too much. I'd hate to wreck us."
She giggled, but obligingly climbed off his lap. "Wouldn't want that to happen." She did, however, keep her hand on his leg.
There weren't a lot of other people on the road when he pulled onto the highway, so it didn't take long for them to reach the hotel. Joy grabbed his ass again when he helped her out of the truck, so he kissed her hard in return. His hands slid down from her hips to grab her ass almost hesitantly.
Joy pushed her ass into his hands, and ran her hands up and down his chest, digging her nails just slightly through the cloth of his shirt. "Let's get a room," she said. "Fast. Want to lay money on whether or not my tits get us a discount?"
"Want me to punch the person behind the desk if they do?" he asked, grabbing her hands and pulling her towards the front desk. The man behind the desk stared at Joy in a way that Noah didn't appreciate, but he stopped and gave them a key card quick when Noah growled something about making him choke on his teeth.
Luckily their room was on the first floor, so it was less than a minute before they were inside it.
He let her precede him through the door, and was promptly pinned against it as soon as he shut it. "Hi," she breathed, then wound both her hands in his hair and kissed him so hard he nearly bit his tongue.
Now that he was sure they were alone, he kissed her back just as enthusiastically. He tangled one hand in her hair and tilted her head back to kiss her deeper, and slipped one hand down to grab her ass and pull her closer.
She ground against his crotch, kicked a shoe off, and slid her bare foot up his calf, massaging with her toes. "Touch me," she whispered into his mouth. "Touch me."
He rocked against her, groaning her name, before he started to push her further into the room and toward the bed. Both of his hands dropped to her hips, slipping up to touch her stomach, her back, running down her arms. He kissed her the entire time, until he pulled away to gently toss her on the bed. He stumbled out of his boots before he was over her on the bed and kissing her again.
"Joy," he nearly growled against her lips. "So fuckin' pretty, Joy." He fumbled in between them with the knot on her shirt while he pinned her against the bed with his hips.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and nearly tore some of the buttons off his shirt, getting them undone. "You're really fuckin' hot yourself. I love your biceps. My God, I love your biceps." She leaned up and bit one of them gently, running her tongue along the line of his muscle. "So hot."
He laughed softly and sat up when he was finally able to get the knot in her shirt undone and pulled it off. The sight of her in just a lace bra and those fucking tiny shorts somehow made him harder, and Noah bit his lip. "God, Joy."
"Glad you like what you see," she said, breathlessly, running her hands up and down his chest. "You want to touch?"
"Yeah," he answered roughly. He leaned over to kiss her neck while he trailed his hands up her stomach and sides. He kissed down her collar bone and shoulder when his fingers skirted over her ribs, just barely avoiding the swell of her breasts.
Joy whimpered, and strained up towards him, trying to force her breasts into his hands. "Tease," she said, breathlessly, and shoved at his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders. "Off. Now."
He pulled back long enough to shrug his shirt off the rest of the way, before he started kissing her collarbone again. His hands slid around her back to clumsily unhook her bra and he slid that off too.
"You're so beautiful, Joy," he murmured. He started trailing kisses over one of her breasts, and gently palmed and massaged her other with one hand. Her skin felt soft, wonderful, and he breathed shakily against her skin.
She wasn't helping, moving and moaning under him. "Yeah, yeah, right there. You're so good at this. Keep doing that. Yeah."
She was also trailing her hands down his side, flitting her hands over and around the waist of his jeans.
She moaned loudly when he trailed his tongue over her nipple and arched into him, grabbing at his hair. Noah moaned and rocked his hips against the bed as he kept kissing down her body. He trailed his fingers over her nipple when he kissed and licked down her stomach.
"Tease," she gasped again, and fumbled at his jeans. The top came unbuttoned and she slipped her hand in, cupped him, squeezed gently.
Noah froze, unable to catch his breath even though he was breathing heavily. He jerked into her touch and whimpered against her stomach. He was so hard. He wouldn't last if she kept that up.
He grabbed at the top of her shorts, his fingers clumsy with the buttons and zipper. He slid off the bed to settle on his knees as he pulled them off, leaving her in just a pair of pink panties. The sight made him curse, and he pushed down his jeans with one hand, enough to where he didn't feel like he was going to hurt himself.
Noah picked up one of Joy's legs and kissed the back of her ankle. He kissed and licked and nipped his way down her leg. She arched off the bed when he scraped his teeth behind her knee, so he did it again, and propped her leg over his shoulder as he worked his way toward the inside of her thigh.
"You're a natural," Joy said, squirming under his mouth, digging her hands into his hair. "Christ, you're so good at this! You gonna eat me out?"
"Y'want me to?" He asked, his voice rough against her skin. He looked up at her, feeling himself redden. "I want to. I just-" He flushed deeper. "I told you, I've never."
Joy sat up then, and tugged his hair gently until he sat up too. Then she kissed him, deep and gentle. Then, she smiled at him, and asked, "You want a lesson?"
His skin felt hot, and what was left of his clothes felt too restricting. He positively stared at her for a few seconds before he answered. "Yeah." He licked his lips, his mouth dry. "Can I get undressed first?"
"Only if I can too," Joy said, and suited action to the word by arching her hips up and sliding off her panties, to reveal tanned skin, a little thatch of golden hair, and a small Celtic knot tattooed on her right hip.
He saw her in glimpses because Noah thought that looking at her might just end him. He tried to keep his breath when he stood up. He dug the box of condoms out of the back pocket of his jeans and tossed it onto the bed, before he shoved his jean and briefs off and kicked them away. That helped him think, just a little.
"Tell me what to do," he said, after he dropped back to his knees at the foot of the bed. He leaned up to kiss the tattoo on her hip, and traced over it with his tongue. "What do you want me to do, Joy?"
Joy shivered under his tongue. "That's a good start," she said, breathlessly. "How much do you know about a woman's body, Noah? Are we doing full-on anatomy, or just the basics?"
"Basics, I think," he muttered against her skin. He took initiative and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh. He touched and stroked her pussy hesitantly, shuddering at how hot and wet and new she felt.
She practically purred, a deep moan in the back of her throat. "Good," she said. "That's good. Take it nice and slow at first. Find the sweet spots like-- oh, oh, like there!"
He kept moving his fingers as he kissed down the curve of her hip to inside her leg. He pulled back and licked her off the tips of his fingers, and groaned lowly at the taste of her. She was wonderful, sunshine and wind and outside.
Noah pulled Joy further down the bed, until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her hips to pin her against the bed. Noah lightly bit and sucked at the inside of her thigh before he turned his head and licked her.
He shuddered and moaned to match her. It wasn't long until her hands were tangled in his hair and pulling, and he was pressed against her, with his tongue as deep inside of her as he could reach and his nose brushing against her clit. She tasted amazing. He'd never get enough of her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she was gasping, constantly, "just like that, oh, God, just like... little higher, little... oh, God!"
He reached up to pull her hands away from his hands before she scalped him and tangled their fingers together instead. He had to pull away to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against her thigh for a moment before he was licking her again. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, circling it with his tongue.
Joy jumped beneath him, her hips bucking upwards. "Oh!" she yelped, and a minute later added, "That... that is awesome but not too much, it hurts if you... oh!'
He squeezed her hands and eased up, licking her almost soothingly. He was hard enough that he ached, and it got worse every time Joy moaned. His hips jerked forward with every little noise and brushed his cock against the bedspread, which didn't help.
She was circling her hips against him now-- he tried to anticipate her moments, and she shook her head. "No, let me come to you, let me... oh God!"
He glanced up at her, wishing he could somehow tell her how beautiful he was without stopping. He both never wanted to stop, and almost wished she would come all ready. Noah honestly didn't know how much longer he would last himself, and she had barely even touched him. Almost desperately, he plunged his tongue into her again, and let go of one of her hands to rub his thumb over her clit.
In a few more moments, Joy's hand flew to her mouth and she stifled a scream, her whole body going rigid beneath his mouth. She shuddered for a moment, then relaxed, slowly, fisting her free hand into the blankets.
He leaned his forehead against her thigh again, catching his breath and trying to calm down somehow. He didn't help himself when he leaned forward to slowly, softly lick her clean, and her whimpers burned down his spine and into his dick. Noah wiped the back of his mouth off with his hand before he kissed his way up Joy's body, his cock almost tortuously brushing against the soft skin of her stomach.
Joy opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She twined her fingers in his hair, brought his mouth down to hers, and kissed him, softly but thoroughly.
"You're a natural, baby," she said. "Ready for part two?"
He breathed against her mouth shakily, grinning. "No," he said, "there's no way I'd last." He didn't feel any shame in saying that, because it wasn't like he couldn't get hard again. Especially with her. "Just give me a minute, maybe..."
"I didn't mean sex," Joy said, and pushed him over onto his side. "Lie back, honey. This is oral sex part two."
He didn't really understand what she meant until she start licking down his chest, and he fell back against the bed in surprise. Jesus. He had to swallow before he could talk again, barely. "I don't think I'd last long for that, either."
"You don't have to," she said, brightly, tracing his hips and the muscles in his thighs. "Trust me, honey. This'll be fun." She sat up, breasts bouncing, and picked up the condoms.
He only stared dumbly when she took a condom out of the box and tore it open, and it was amazing that he hadn't come yet and he wondered if he'd be able to do a damn thing when they had sex before he finished with the effect she seemed to have on him. Then Joy had the condom in her mouth, and her mouth on his cock, and he had to bite his fist to keep from coming right there.
Even through the latex, her mouth felt amazing. He didn't know if he made a sound the entire time she put the condom on him. He shook and tangled his free hand in a lock of Joy's hair. Then Joy pulled back, doing something with her tongue that felt like fucking magic, and Noah was shaking for different reasons entirely.
She kept him in her mouth throughout his orgasm, working him with her lips and tongue, then kissed her way up his body and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the mouth when she reached it. "Have fun?" she asked, smiling, stroking a hand up and down his chest.
"Yeah", he gasped. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down to kiss her deeply. "You're amazin', Joy," he murmured, meaning the entire night so far. "The way you sound. Makes me fuckin' hard."
"Yeah?" She leaned to the side to nibble on his ear, and started moving her hips gently against his just like she'd done at the bar. It felt so much better without clothes in the way that he had to bite back a moan. "You like the way I sound when I come? Something like this?" She moaned softly in his ear.
He exhaled sharply, moving his hips against hers in almost jerky movements. "Yeah," he said, mouth dry and voice rough. "Fuck, Joy. You..." He stared at her with half lidded eyes. "You're so fuckin' beautiful."
"Thank you," she said, and dimpled. "You're very handsome yourself. You know, I really like that little sound you make when you come. Think I'll get to hear it again tonight?" The hand that had been stroking his chest snaked down between them and cupped him.
He groaned, already getting hard again thanks to Joy, something that he didn't really know was possible. But he was a virgin. What did he know, really? "Yeah," he stupidly repeated and rocked up into her hand. "Can I eat you out some more later?"
She giggled, and stroked up and down his hardening cock. "I think we can arrange for that," she said. "You wanna make me scream again?"
Noah moaned deeply, thrusting his hips up to meet her hand. "God yes," he answered. He reached between them to stroke and tease her breasts, and kissed her again. "That," he mumbled against her lips, "last time... Nearly fuckin' came."
"Yeah?" She purred happily, closing her hand around him just a little. "A girl always likes to hear she's had that kind of effect. How do you want to do this, honey? You want me to ride you?"
He wanted her, as much as she'd let him. "What do you want?" he asked, gasping in between sentences now. "I want you."
"I want to ride you," she told him, fumbling for the condoms with her free hand. "I want to see your face when you come. I want you to see mine. I want you to play with my breasts and my clit while I ride you. That sound good?"
That sounded like goddamn heaven, really. He kissed her hard. "Sounds perfect."
"Good." She combed her free hand through his hair. "Then lie back, honey. Let's do this."
He ran shaking hands over her curves while she put a new condom on him, with her hands this time instead of her mouth. Noah was nearly waiting for the other shoe to drop when Joy swung a leg over his hips and settled above him.
His eyes rolled back when she sank down onto him. Hot. Hot and tight and wet, and better than anything, even being in the woods. He tried to say something, tell her that, but little more than a strangled moan escaped as he desperately grabbed her hips.
She hummed deep in her throat, and when he looked up at her, he saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, an expression of ecstasy on her face. "Yeah," she whispered, and began to move, up and down, her thighs tightening around his hips.
He must have looked foolish, lying there and staring at her move. Feeling her move. His fingers dug into her hips every time she sank down. After a moment, his body got ahead of his brain, and he clumsily moved to meet her with thrusts of his own.
She looked down and smiled at him. "There you go," she said, between thrusts. "Just like that. Now touch-- oh!-- touch me, go on..."
He obeyed, sliding his hands up as he found his rhythm and started moving in time with her. He cupped and massaged her breasts almost roughly, rolling her nipples in between his fingers. "Fuck, Joy," he moaned, leaning his head back against the bed. "You - God, feel so good."
"Yes," she said, and leaned forward, pushing her breasts forward into his touch. "Oh, yes, just like that, oh, God, you feel amazing in me, so big and thick..."
"Yeah?" he rasped, and resisted the urge to look down at where they were joined. It was taking all of his willpower to not finish as it was, and seeing his cock go in and out of her would be too much. Feeling her was nearly too much.
"You're so good," he said, his voice low and breathless. "Hot. Wet." He shuddered, moaning. "So wet." He slipped one hand down to circle his thumb over her clit, and kept his eyes on Joy's face.
She let out a soft cry, and ground down on his thumb, biting her lip even harder. "Oh, yes, God, touch me there. Just like that."
Noah pressed his thumb against her clit harder, moving it faster. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, knowing he wasn't going to last. Noah took his hand off of her breast reached up to wrap his hand around the back of Joy's neck, softly twisting his fingers in her hair.
"Come here," he managed, before he pulled her down to kiss her deeply. The new angle let him thrust into her deeper, and he groaned into her mouth. Fuck, he wasn't going to last. "Joy."
"Ah!" She gasped into his mouth. "Ah, like that, like that, harder, God, please..."
Noah could only obey. He sped up his thrusts, moaning and cursing in a way he shouldn't around a lady. His hand was still between them, so he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts, kissed her again, was still kissing her when he came.
When he managed to open his eyes again, Joy was draped over him, small tremors running through her body, her blonde hair falling in his face.
He shifted enough to wrap his arms around her back, even though they felt like lead. He felt boneless, but giddy, and he tried to catch his breath as he softly kissed her forehead and cheeks.
"Mm." She stirred, and lifted her head, smiling at him in a rather stunned way. "Honey, you are good at this."
He slowly, almost shyly, grinned back at her. "Yeah?" He ran his fingers up and down her arm, as much as he could. It was still hard to move. "You're amazin'," he told her, his voice quiet and low and husky. "So amazin'."
"Practice," she murmured, into his shoulder. "Practice makes perfect. You're going to be perfect with very little practice."
He flushed and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "Wanna help me practice more when I feel like I'm not made of lead?" he asked into her hair.
Joy lifted her head again and kissed him, soft and gentle, but deep. "Noah, honey," she said, when she'd finished, "you can practice with me anytime."
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Noah meets Joy while she travels America.
AU: Joy/Chloe
Notes: Noah is 19, Joy is 21.
Noah's beer was going ignored in his hand, dripping water down his arm and onto the leg of his jeans. It was loud in the honky-tonk, like he suspected it was most Friday nights (he was never really there to find out), but the music was good and the crowd didn't seem too bad. For how much he couldn't stop staring at the dance floor, like an idiot, you think he'd know a bit more about the place so far, but she kept stealing his attention.
She kept stealing every guy's attention. Noah saw someone get smacked out of his chair by his girlfriend a little bit after he walked in, which was what made him start looking in the first place. She was gorgeous, blonde hair and tan skin, and strong legs that seemed like they went on for miles thanks to jean shorts that were barely there. Her dancing didn't fit in, exactly, but she didn't look all that out of place. She looked like she'd belong anywhere, as long as she was dancing.
That was a hell of a lot better than him. Noah couldn't dance to save his life. He took a drink of his beer, hoping he'd have the focus to finish it before it got warm, and tried to quit staring.
She must've noticed him staring, and liked the look of him, because a few minutes later she sashayed off the dance floor and hopped up on the stool beside him, crossing those long legs one over the other. "Hi there," she said, smiling a dazzling smile. "Like what you see?"
"Um," he dumbly answered, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck and ears. She laughed, but it wasn't a mean sound. It was like sunshine. "Hi," he managed, feeling foolish.
"Hi," she said again, still smiling at him. "My name's Joy, and I'm new in town. What's your name, handsome?"
His manners saved him, and unglued his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "Noah," he said, reaching out to shake her hand. Her skin was soft against his, which he knew was rough from a lifetime in the woods. Especially his hands. "It's nice to meet you, ma'am."
"Noah," she repeated, drawing out the vowels as she ran her forefinger down his palm. "That's a nice name, Noah. I'm very pleased to meet you too."
Fire burned where she touched the inside of his hand, spreading up his arm and down his spine. He took a drink of beer with his other hand, unable to pull away. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked, his mouth still dry and voice raspy from it.
She smiled even broader. "Noah," she said, drawing out his name in that sexy way again, "I would love for you to buy me a drink."
He raised a hand to wave the bartender over without looking. He still couldn't stop staring. She was probably going to hit him soon. "What do you drink, Joy?" he asked, because he couldn't stop talking. This was the most gorgeous woman to ever talk to him, and most of his conversations with women didn't last too long anyway.
"Whatever's on tap," she said. "I'm not fussy." She hooked her hands around her knee and studied him for a moment, a half-smile hovering around her mouth and laughter still dancing in her eyes. "So what do you do, Noah?"
He ordered two beers. Noah had a feeling he would be needing another. "I work on a farm a little ways outside of town." Not exactly the most glamorous job. "I like working outside, with my hands." He shrugged and looked down when he handed Joy her beer, and quickly looked up again when he accidentally looked at her chest. "What do you do?" he parroted.
To his unease, she'd clearly noticed his attention to her breasts, but she didn't appear disgusted or anything-- her half-smile just widened a little bit. "I bet you're really good with your hands," she said. "They look really big and strong and capable. As for me..." She shrugged, and undid a button on her shirt, revealing a considerable amount of cleavage. "I dance."
Noah felt heat rise in his neck and face again, and he kept his eyes on Joy's. His mama would shoot up from the grave and smack him if he did anything else. "You're a good dancer," he rasped, taking a long drink from his mug.
Was it his imagination, or did she look a little disappointed?
"Thank you," she said, and, almost casually, unbuttoned another button, revealing another expanse of creamy breast and just a whisper of black bra. "I've been dancing my whole life, nearly. Mom says I used to dance in her womb." She smiled, sweetly. "It's a nice thought, anyway."
He couldn't stop himself from glancing down, able to see a bit more black lace, before his eyes jerked back up to hers. He felt his ears burn again. "That's nice," he answered dumbly.
She looked at him for a moment, head cocked to one side, then said, candidly, "Noah, if I undo my blouse any more I'm going to get arrested for indecent exposure, and that's just going to ruin my plans for tonight."
"I, uh. I don't--" understand what the hell that means "I don't want to - I mean, I didn't - ain't right to stare at a lady like that?"
She smiled at him, reached out and ruffled his hair. "Noah, you are just adorable. I could eat you up. And it's only not right if the lady doesn't actively encourage you to stare."
Almost against his will, his eyes slowly dropped again. "And, uh." He swallowed heavily. "Why are you encouragin' me to stare?"
She leaned forward, giving him an even better look at her cleavage. "Because I like the way you stare," she said, softly. "And I also really like your arms."
His grip tightened around his mug before he looked back up at Joy. "Oh," he said lowly. He had to say something other than that. "I like... you."
This time, her smile was sweet, and charmed. "Thank you," she said. "I like the rest of you too, you know. Not just your arms. You're the only guy in here actually looking at me, and not just my breasts."
" Mama raised me right, I guess." Noah shrugged, giving her a small smile. "Sorry 'bout everyone else."
She waved her hand airily, dismissing the rest of the bar in that one smooth move. "They're not important. I came here to dance, not for anything else." She lifted her beer to him. "You changed my plans."
He raised his eyebrows, not knowing what that meant either. "Did I?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, yes." She took a slug from the beer, her long, pale throat working, then dropped it on the counter and leaned in again. "So, Noah, you live around here. Is there anything else fun to do in this town?"
"Sometimes somebody has a bonfire, but this place would be a lot more empty if there was one tonight." He glanced down again and looked back up, licking his lips before he continued. "Most people just drive 'round, lookin' for somethin' to do."
She arched an eyebrow, and her smile acquired an edge of humor. "Or someone, I expect."
He reddened. "Well, I wouldn't know too much about that part of it."
"No?" She quirked an eyebrow, then sipped at her beer again for a moment. "Would you like to?"
"Pardon?" he blankly asked, shocked, sure he had misunderstood that. Women had flirted with him before, but his awkwardness usually sent them away. Why would Joy be offering - no, he must have misunderstood
"Do you want to know more about that side of it?" she asked. "I told you, I like your arms."
"I, uh, I've never--" He reddened again. "I've never," Noah repeated simply, quietly, looking down at his beer. "I don't know if I'd... make things very good for you."
She looked at him for a moment, then her mouth opened in comprehension. "Oh, you mean you're new at this? That's okay, I'm very good at it." It was said simply, not with an air of bragging at all. "You won't need to worry about me, and I promise you'll have a good time."
He licked his lips again and finished what was left of his beer. It was tempting enough to make his fingers itch, and he hesitantly glanced down at Joy's cleavage again. "All right."
She smiled again, broad and beautiful and purely happy. "Wonderful," she said, and downed the rest of her beer. "Dance with me?"
Good Lord. "I don't dance." It was amazing how much he didn't dance. "I can't, I mean. Especially not enough to keep up with you."
Joy grinned. "Don't worry," she said, again. "Dancing is like sex. You pick it up really fast, and you get it faster if you're doing it with a professional. I'm a professional." She thought about that for a moment, then her cheeks tinged red. "Er, at dancing, not sex. I am not a prostitute."
"I'd never think you were." He looked out at the dance floor and chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't understand dancing, really. He was used to the still and quiet that came with hunting or just spending time outside, so anything like dancing just... confused him. "I mean it, though. I wouldn't know what I was doin'."
"No," she said, watching him with an odd half-smile again. "You wouldn't, would you? Well, never mind." She jumped off the stool and grabbed both his hands, pulling lightly "Trust me, follow me, and you'll have a good time."
He let her pull him onto the dance floor and felt foolish as soon as he did. "If you say so," he answered, leaning close so she could hear him.
Joy took his hands and put them on her hips, then put hers on his shoulders, leaning up on her toes to talk in his ear. "We're gonna start real easy, okay? Just follow my hips." She swayed her hips back and forth under his hands. "Follow my hips, okay?"
Noah did what she said, trying to ignore the press of the crowd around them as he followed along as best as he could. The music was impossible to ignore for how loud it was, but Joy was easy enough to focus on. He stared at her, waiting for what to do next.
She leaned up again and said, brightly, "You're doing great! Now I'm going to put my hands on your hips and move them a bit, all right? Are you ready?"
He didn't feel like he was really ready to talk to her, much less dance or anything else, because she was gorgeous and Noah was himself. But he licked his dry lips and nodded anyway,
She smiled, slow and sexy, and let her hands drift down to his hips. One of them detoured briefly to pat, then grab, his ass. "Nice," she mouthed, then gently started moving his hips back and forth, in time with hers. "Go ahead and step in time if you want," she said, above the music. "Just keep moving with me."
Noah knew he must be as red as a tomato, and he followed Joy almost on autopilot. Dancing wasn't so bad with her, but she had still grabbed his ass, and what was he supposed to do with that? His hands tightened on her hips, but he didn't dare move them.
She leaned up again, putting her lips right by his ear. "Good! You're doing really well." She nipped at the lobe of his ear, then added, "You can touch me, you know. Anywhere you want."
Jesus Christ. Noah let out a heavy breath and pressed his palms harder against the curve of her hips, but he didn't do anything else. "Not here," he answered with his lips pressed against her ear, his voice low. He bit the inside of his cheek again. "My truck is outside. We could go somewhere?"
"Sure," she said, and nipped his earlobe again. "Anyplace in particular you had in mind?"
"Not when you keep doing that," he groused, not really complaining. He was glad to lead her off the dance floor and outside, annoyed with the leftover ringing in his ears, and hoping that she wouldn't judge him too much for how dirty his truck was on the outside. It was clean on the inside, and he opened the door for her before he got in himself.
There were a few motels off the interstate, the nicest of which was a Holiday Inn. Joy was probably used to nicer places, but his only other option was the farm, and that seemed like more trouble than it was worth. "There's a Holiday Inn about fifteen minutes away?" he offered, feeling like it wasn't much.
"Sure, if you like it. I'm not picky about where." She smiled again, this time a little self-deprecatingly. "Just about who. Lead the way, cowboy."
He didn't immediately start the truck. "Why me, if you don't mind me askin'?" She was gorgeous, obviously not from anywhere around here, and slumming it if he was allowed to say so. He had practically lived and grown up in the woods before his mother decided she better put him in school and looked into getting them an actual house. He still preferred the woods. "I ain't nothin' special."
Joy looked at him for a long moment, chewing her lower lip. Finally, she said, "I'd have to disagree with that. The first reason is that you're hot. I'm shallow, I admit it, but honey, you are very, very handsome, and you have a really cute ass." She winked at him. "That said, that's just the first reason. I don't sleep with everyone I find attractive."
His shoulders hunched up to somewhere around his ears. "What're the other reasons?" he nearly mumbled.
She leaned forward, over the seat between them, and put a finger under his chin, lifting his face until he met her eyes.
"It was the way you were looking at me," she said, softly. "All the other guys in the room were looking at me and thinking, damn, I'd like to nail that." She said it simply, without any trace of pride, and maybe even a hint of disgust. "But you were looking at me like... I don't know, like you were admiring me, the way I was dancing, without any intention of trying to get into my pants. You looked at me like you respected me. And Noah? Respect really turns people on."
He felt himself flush, but ignored it as he started the truck. "Doubt that's what Mama was goin' for when she taught me," he said, flashing her a brief, small smile. "Can- May I kiss you?"
"Your mama taught you very well," Joy said. "And consider this open permission to kiss me for the rest of the night." She paused, deliberately, and added, "Anywhere."
He leaned toward her, and she seemed surprised when he kissed her cheek, barely brushing his lips over her skin. Noah pulled back just enough to kiss her other cheek, and then her forehead, before finally kissing her. It was soft and brief, because he still felt too out in the open to kiss Joy like she wanted.
Joy left her eyes closed for a moment when he pulled away, then opened them, very slowly. "Wow," she said, softly. "Someone taught you how to kiss very well."
His shoulders hunched up somewhere around his ears again. "No," he muttered, and focused on pulling out of the parking lot. "Ain't done much kissin' either."
She hummed, deep in her throat. "Then you're a natural," she said.
"I'll have to take your word on that," he answered, and knew he was blushing. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel. Now that they were on their way, he was nervous. "You can turn the radio on, if you'd like."
"Sure." Joy leaned forward, fiddling with the dials for a moment, before settling on the song they'd been dancing to earlier. She leaned back again, propping one leg up on the dashboard, humming along, squirming in her seat. "I love this song."
"I have his CD somewhere. I can find it for you when we stop," Noah offered. He blushed, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel again. "I have to stop and buy some condoms anyway."
They stopped at a gas station with the Holiday Inn in the distance. Noah found the CD for Joy before he went in the gas station to buy condoms. She was reading the lyric book and listening to the CD when he got back to the truck, and laughing about something.
"What's so funny?" he asked after he climbed in the truck, tossing the bag on the seat between them.
"This song is totally you, isn't it?" she asked between giggles.
He listened enough to recognize the song and blushed. Joy laughed a bit louder, but it wasn't unkindly. Still, Noah did the only thing he could think of to make her stop. He leaned over and kissed her, threading a hand through the hair at the base of her skull.
He pulled back a little, and she opened her eyes, smiled at him. "Country man," she breathed, reaching up to twine her hands in his hair, "how 'bout you show me some of those things you do?"
He reddened again, and kissed her again. Nobody else was in the parking lot, and the cashier couldn't see them where they were. Noah knocked the condoms off the seat to pull her closer, nearly into his lap, and he tentatively deepened the kiss.
Without ending the kiss, Joy slid her leg over his lap and straddled him, settling herself in his lap and cupping his face in both her hands. Her hair fell over her shoulders and brushed his chest. He kissed her harder and deeper as his confidence grew, and tangled a hand in her hair again. He settled his other one on her hip, pulling her closer.
Joy hummed into his mouth, and began to roll her hips over his lap, gently, without pressure. He moaned softly and tightened his grip in her hair and on her hip, pulling her down and rolling his hips up to meet her. They ground against each other, and Joy moaned against his mouth in return. Just the sound of that was enough to make Noah hard. He kissed her deeper, as hard as he could, before he pulled back to catch his breath.
"I think we need to head to the hotel," he said, voice husky. He didn't know if he should be embarrassed or not, because she must have felt him, and he flushed.
"Unless you want to get started right here," she said, lowering herself against his crotch and rubbing just enough to make it very clear that she'd noticed. "I'm not opposed to that."
He shuddered and arched up against her, even as he shook his head. "You deserve better than that," he said against her neck.
Joy kissed him for that, long and hard, before lowering her head to nibble on his neck. "Your mama really did raise you right," she murmured. "Okay. Do I have to get off your lap?"
He tilted his head back, groaning when she started biting him again. "I don't know if I'd be able to drive," he said. "If you keep out of my line of sight, maybe. And don't distract me too much. I'd hate to wreck us."
She giggled, but obligingly climbed off his lap. "Wouldn't want that to happen." She did, however, keep her hand on his leg.
There weren't a lot of other people on the road when he pulled onto the highway, so it didn't take long for them to reach the hotel. Joy grabbed his ass again when he helped her out of the truck, so he kissed her hard in return. His hands slid down from her hips to grab her ass almost hesitantly.
Joy pushed her ass into his hands, and ran her hands up and down his chest, digging her nails just slightly through the cloth of his shirt. "Let's get a room," she said. "Fast. Want to lay money on whether or not my tits get us a discount?"
"Want me to punch the person behind the desk if they do?" he asked, grabbing her hands and pulling her towards the front desk. The man behind the desk stared at Joy in a way that Noah didn't appreciate, but he stopped and gave them a key card quick when Noah growled something about making him choke on his teeth.
Luckily their room was on the first floor, so it was less than a minute before they were inside it.
He let her precede him through the door, and was promptly pinned against it as soon as he shut it. "Hi," she breathed, then wound both her hands in his hair and kissed him so hard he nearly bit his tongue.
Now that he was sure they were alone, he kissed her back just as enthusiastically. He tangled one hand in her hair and tilted her head back to kiss her deeper, and slipped one hand down to grab her ass and pull her closer.
She ground against his crotch, kicked a shoe off, and slid her bare foot up his calf, massaging with her toes. "Touch me," she whispered into his mouth. "Touch me."
He rocked against her, groaning her name, before he started to push her further into the room and toward the bed. Both of his hands dropped to her hips, slipping up to touch her stomach, her back, running down her arms. He kissed her the entire time, until he pulled away to gently toss her on the bed. He stumbled out of his boots before he was over her on the bed and kissing her again.
"Joy," he nearly growled against her lips. "So fuckin' pretty, Joy." He fumbled in between them with the knot on her shirt while he pinned her against the bed with his hips.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and nearly tore some of the buttons off his shirt, getting them undone. "You're really fuckin' hot yourself. I love your biceps. My God, I love your biceps." She leaned up and bit one of them gently, running her tongue along the line of his muscle. "So hot."
He laughed softly and sat up when he was finally able to get the knot in her shirt undone and pulled it off. The sight of her in just a lace bra and those fucking tiny shorts somehow made him harder, and Noah bit his lip. "God, Joy."
"Glad you like what you see," she said, breathlessly, running her hands up and down his chest. "You want to touch?"
"Yeah," he answered roughly. He leaned over to kiss her neck while he trailed his hands up her stomach and sides. He kissed down her collar bone and shoulder when his fingers skirted over her ribs, just barely avoiding the swell of her breasts.
Joy whimpered, and strained up towards him, trying to force her breasts into his hands. "Tease," she said, breathlessly, and shoved at his shirt, pushing it down his shoulders. "Off. Now."
He pulled back long enough to shrug his shirt off the rest of the way, before he started kissing her collarbone again. His hands slid around her back to clumsily unhook her bra and he slid that off too.
"You're so beautiful, Joy," he murmured. He started trailing kisses over one of her breasts, and gently palmed and massaged her other with one hand. Her skin felt soft, wonderful, and he breathed shakily against her skin.
She wasn't helping, moving and moaning under him. "Yeah, yeah, right there. You're so good at this. Keep doing that. Yeah."
She was also trailing her hands down his side, flitting her hands over and around the waist of his jeans.
She moaned loudly when he trailed his tongue over her nipple and arched into him, grabbing at his hair. Noah moaned and rocked his hips against the bed as he kept kissing down her body. He trailed his fingers over her nipple when he kissed and licked down her stomach.
"Tease," she gasped again, and fumbled at his jeans. The top came unbuttoned and she slipped her hand in, cupped him, squeezed gently.
Noah froze, unable to catch his breath even though he was breathing heavily. He jerked into her touch and whimpered against her stomach. He was so hard. He wouldn't last if she kept that up.
He grabbed at the top of her shorts, his fingers clumsy with the buttons and zipper. He slid off the bed to settle on his knees as he pulled them off, leaving her in just a pair of pink panties. The sight made him curse, and he pushed down his jeans with one hand, enough to where he didn't feel like he was going to hurt himself.
Noah picked up one of Joy's legs and kissed the back of her ankle. He kissed and licked and nipped his way down her leg. She arched off the bed when he scraped his teeth behind her knee, so he did it again, and propped her leg over his shoulder as he worked his way toward the inside of her thigh.
"You're a natural," Joy said, squirming under his mouth, digging her hands into his hair. "Christ, you're so good at this! You gonna eat me out?"
"Y'want me to?" He asked, his voice rough against her skin. He looked up at her, feeling himself redden. "I want to. I just-" He flushed deeper. "I told you, I've never."
Joy sat up then, and tugged his hair gently until he sat up too. Then she kissed him, deep and gentle. Then, she smiled at him, and asked, "You want a lesson?"
His skin felt hot, and what was left of his clothes felt too restricting. He positively stared at her for a few seconds before he answered. "Yeah." He licked his lips, his mouth dry. "Can I get undressed first?"
"Only if I can too," Joy said, and suited action to the word by arching her hips up and sliding off her panties, to reveal tanned skin, a little thatch of golden hair, and a small Celtic knot tattooed on her right hip.
He saw her in glimpses because Noah thought that looking at her might just end him. He tried to keep his breath when he stood up. He dug the box of condoms out of the back pocket of his jeans and tossed it onto the bed, before he shoved his jean and briefs off and kicked them away. That helped him think, just a little.
"Tell me what to do," he said, after he dropped back to his knees at the foot of the bed. He leaned up to kiss the tattoo on her hip, and traced over it with his tongue. "What do you want me to do, Joy?"
Joy shivered under his tongue. "That's a good start," she said, breathlessly. "How much do you know about a woman's body, Noah? Are we doing full-on anatomy, or just the basics?"
"Basics, I think," he muttered against her skin. He took initiative and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh. He touched and stroked her pussy hesitantly, shuddering at how hot and wet and new she felt.
She practically purred, a deep moan in the back of her throat. "Good," she said. "That's good. Take it nice and slow at first. Find the sweet spots like-- oh, oh, like there!"
He kept moving his fingers as he kissed down the curve of her hip to inside her leg. He pulled back and licked her off the tips of his fingers, and groaned lowly at the taste of her. She was wonderful, sunshine and wind and outside.
Noah pulled Joy further down the bed, until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge. He tossed her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her hips to pin her against the bed. Noah lightly bit and sucked at the inside of her thigh before he turned his head and licked her.
He shuddered and moaned to match her. It wasn't long until her hands were tangled in his hair and pulling, and he was pressed against her, with his tongue as deep inside of her as he could reach and his nose brushing against her clit. She tasted amazing. He'd never get enough of her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she was gasping, constantly, "just like that, oh, God, just like... little higher, little... oh, God!"
He reached up to pull her hands away from his hands before she scalped him and tangled their fingers together instead. He had to pull away to catch his breath, pressing his forehead against her thigh for a moment before he was licking her again. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard, circling it with his tongue.
Joy jumped beneath him, her hips bucking upwards. "Oh!" she yelped, and a minute later added, "That... that is awesome but not too much, it hurts if you... oh!'
He squeezed her hands and eased up, licking her almost soothingly. He was hard enough that he ached, and it got worse every time Joy moaned. His hips jerked forward with every little noise and brushed his cock against the bedspread, which didn't help.
She was circling her hips against him now-- he tried to anticipate her moments, and she shook her head. "No, let me come to you, let me... oh God!"
He glanced up at her, wishing he could somehow tell her how beautiful he was without stopping. He both never wanted to stop, and almost wished she would come all ready. Noah honestly didn't know how much longer he would last himself, and she had barely even touched him. Almost desperately, he plunged his tongue into her again, and let go of one of her hands to rub his thumb over her clit.
In a few more moments, Joy's hand flew to her mouth and she stifled a scream, her whole body going rigid beneath his mouth. She shuddered for a moment, then relaxed, slowly, fisting her free hand into the blankets.
He leaned his forehead against her thigh again, catching his breath and trying to calm down somehow. He didn't help himself when he leaned forward to slowly, softly lick her clean, and her whimpers burned down his spine and into his dick. Noah wiped the back of his mouth off with his hand before he kissed his way up Joy's body, his cock almost tortuously brushing against the soft skin of her stomach.
Joy opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She twined her fingers in his hair, brought his mouth down to hers, and kissed him, softly but thoroughly.
"You're a natural, baby," she said. "Ready for part two?"
He breathed against her mouth shakily, grinning. "No," he said, "there's no way I'd last." He didn't feel any shame in saying that, because it wasn't like he couldn't get hard again. Especially with her. "Just give me a minute, maybe..."
"I didn't mean sex," Joy said, and pushed him over onto his side. "Lie back, honey. This is oral sex part two."
He didn't really understand what she meant until she start licking down his chest, and he fell back against the bed in surprise. Jesus. He had to swallow before he could talk again, barely. "I don't think I'd last long for that, either."
"You don't have to," she said, brightly, tracing his hips and the muscles in his thighs. "Trust me, honey. This'll be fun." She sat up, breasts bouncing, and picked up the condoms.
He only stared dumbly when she took a condom out of the box and tore it open, and it was amazing that he hadn't come yet and he wondered if he'd be able to do a damn thing when they had sex before he finished with the effect she seemed to have on him. Then Joy had the condom in her mouth, and her mouth on his cock, and he had to bite his fist to keep from coming right there.
Even through the latex, her mouth felt amazing. He didn't know if he made a sound the entire time she put the condom on him. He shook and tangled his free hand in a lock of Joy's hair. Then Joy pulled back, doing something with her tongue that felt like fucking magic, and Noah was shaking for different reasons entirely.
She kept him in her mouth throughout his orgasm, working him with her lips and tongue, then kissed her way up his body and gave him a long, lingering kiss on the mouth when she reached it. "Have fun?" she asked, smiling, stroking a hand up and down his chest.
"Yeah", he gasped. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down to kiss her deeply. "You're amazin', Joy," he murmured, meaning the entire night so far. "The way you sound. Makes me fuckin' hard."
"Yeah?" She leaned to the side to nibble on his ear, and started moving her hips gently against his just like she'd done at the bar. It felt so much better without clothes in the way that he had to bite back a moan. "You like the way I sound when I come? Something like this?" She moaned softly in his ear.
He exhaled sharply, moving his hips against hers in almost jerky movements. "Yeah," he said, mouth dry and voice rough. "Fuck, Joy. You..." He stared at her with half lidded eyes. "You're so fuckin' beautiful."
"Thank you," she said, and dimpled. "You're very handsome yourself. You know, I really like that little sound you make when you come. Think I'll get to hear it again tonight?" The hand that had been stroking his chest snaked down between them and cupped him.
He groaned, already getting hard again thanks to Joy, something that he didn't really know was possible. But he was a virgin. What did he know, really? "Yeah," he stupidly repeated and rocked up into her hand. "Can I eat you out some more later?"
She giggled, and stroked up and down his hardening cock. "I think we can arrange for that," she said. "You wanna make me scream again?"
Noah moaned deeply, thrusting his hips up to meet her hand. "God yes," he answered. He reached between them to stroke and tease her breasts, and kissed her again. "That," he mumbled against her lips, "last time... Nearly fuckin' came."
"Yeah?" She purred happily, closing her hand around him just a little. "A girl always likes to hear she's had that kind of effect. How do you want to do this, honey? You want me to ride you?"
He wanted her, as much as she'd let him. "What do you want?" he asked, gasping in between sentences now. "I want you."
"I want to ride you," she told him, fumbling for the condoms with her free hand. "I want to see your face when you come. I want you to see mine. I want you to play with my breasts and my clit while I ride you. That sound good?"
That sounded like goddamn heaven, really. He kissed her hard. "Sounds perfect."
"Good." She combed her free hand through his hair. "Then lie back, honey. Let's do this."
He ran shaking hands over her curves while she put a new condom on him, with her hands this time instead of her mouth. Noah was nearly waiting for the other shoe to drop when Joy swung a leg over his hips and settled above him.
His eyes rolled back when she sank down onto him. Hot. Hot and tight and wet, and better than anything, even being in the woods. He tried to say something, tell her that, but little more than a strangled moan escaped as he desperately grabbed her hips.
She hummed deep in her throat, and when he looked up at her, he saw her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, an expression of ecstasy on her face. "Yeah," she whispered, and began to move, up and down, her thighs tightening around his hips.
He must have looked foolish, lying there and staring at her move. Feeling her move. His fingers dug into her hips every time she sank down. After a moment, his body got ahead of his brain, and he clumsily moved to meet her with thrusts of his own.
She looked down and smiled at him. "There you go," she said, between thrusts. "Just like that. Now touch-- oh!-- touch me, go on..."
He obeyed, sliding his hands up as he found his rhythm and started moving in time with her. He cupped and massaged her breasts almost roughly, rolling her nipples in between his fingers. "Fuck, Joy," he moaned, leaning his head back against the bed. "You - God, feel so good."
"Yes," she said, and leaned forward, pushing her breasts forward into his touch. "Oh, yes, just like that, oh, God, you feel amazing in me, so big and thick..."
"Yeah?" he rasped, and resisted the urge to look down at where they were joined. It was taking all of his willpower to not finish as it was, and seeing his cock go in and out of her would be too much. Feeling her was nearly too much.
"You're so good," he said, his voice low and breathless. "Hot. Wet." He shuddered, moaning. "So wet." He slipped one hand down to circle his thumb over her clit, and kept his eyes on Joy's face.
She let out a soft cry, and ground down on his thumb, biting her lip even harder. "Oh, yes, God, touch me there. Just like that."
Noah pressed his thumb against her clit harder, moving it faster. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, knowing he wasn't going to last. Noah took his hand off of her breast reached up to wrap his hand around the back of Joy's neck, softly twisting his fingers in her hair.
"Come here," he managed, before he pulled her down to kiss her deeply. The new angle let him thrust into her deeper, and he groaned into her mouth. Fuck, he wasn't going to last. "Joy."
"Ah!" She gasped into his mouth. "Ah, like that, like that, harder, God, please..."
Noah could only obey. He sped up his thrusts, moaning and cursing in a way he shouldn't around a lady. His hand was still between them, so he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts, kissed her again, was still kissing her when he came.
When he managed to open his eyes again, Joy was draped over him, small tremors running through her body, her blonde hair falling in his face.
He shifted enough to wrap his arms around her back, even though they felt like lead. He felt boneless, but giddy, and he tried to catch his breath as he softly kissed her forehead and cheeks.
"Mm." She stirred, and lifted her head, smiling at him in a rather stunned way. "Honey, you are good at this."
He slowly, almost shyly, grinned back at her. "Yeah?" He ran his fingers up and down her arm, as much as he could. It was still hard to move. "You're amazin'," he told her, his voice quiet and low and husky. "So amazin'."
"Practice," she murmured, into his shoulder. "Practice makes perfect. You're going to be perfect with very little practice."
He flushed and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. "Wanna help me practice more when I feel like I'm not made of lead?" he asked into her hair.
Joy lifted her head again and kissed him, soft and gentle, but deep. "Noah, honey," she said, when she'd finished, "you can practice with me anytime."
