Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, language
"Get over here," I said the second he answered the phone.
"Let me guess; rough day and you need to get drunk and make fun of your best friend." He joked. When I didn't say anything, he changed his tone. "What happened?"
"What do you think happened?" I scoffed. "My boss is a misogynistic asshole who would do anything to get me to take my clothes off. Everyone I work with is a misogynistic freak who only likes having me around so they have someone to gawk at. Too bad he's twice my age and. . ."
"A misogynistic asshole?" He asked.
"Exactly!" I yelled into the phone.
"I'm on my way," Joe said sweetly. "Want me to pick up something to drink on the way?"
"I have that covered," I said, opening my second beer since I got home.
"So I hear," he laughed.
"Bring food," I instructed. "I'm starving."
"You got it."
Twenty-five minutes later, Joe arrived with a bag of burgers and an unopened six-pack. Thirty minutes after that, the burgers were gone and so was the six-pack. Both of us were stuffed and drunk off our asses.
"Have you ever thought that maybe you don't have a soulmate?" I asked.
"I know I have a soulmate," Joe nodded, swaying a little.
"Really?" I asked, sitting up. I giggled when I almost slid off the couch. "Who's your. . . What were we talking about?"
"Soulmates," Joe said after he had to think about it for a second.
"Oh yeah!" I gasped. I almost fell again but this time Joe caught me. Instead of letting me go, he pulled me into his arms and sat back into the couch cushion.
"So, soulmates?" He asked as he started slowly dragging his fingers up and down my arm.
"I don't think I have one," I pouted. "No guy wants to stay with me."
"Well, the guys you've been dating are losers," Joe scoffed, starting to sound angry.
"Did you know that 'soulmates' were invented by Cupid?"
"I don't think that's true, Y/N," Joe said, tightening his arms around me.
"Well, how would you know?" I drunkenly asked. "I'm full of interesting facts."
"I know you are," he laughed.
"Your turn!"
"My turn for what?"
"Your turn to tell an interesting fact."
I looked up and waited for him to think of one. My face felt hot when he smiled. He sat us up and turned toward me.
"Did you know that there were different types of kisses?"
"What?" I laughed. "Joe, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm serious," he chuckled.
"No, you're drunk," I giggled. I gasped when Joe leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"That means we're cute together," he explained.
"Okay," I said, clearing my throat.
Joe kissed my cheek. "That means we're friends."
"Mmhmm," I hummed. I watched as he grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.
"That means I adore you."
I held my breath when Joe leaned down and kissed my shoulder.
"That means you're perfect."
I tried to take a breath but it instantly got caught in my throat when he leaned in and kissed my neck. He didn't pull away as he whispered, "That means I want you." He kissed my neck again before adding, "Now."
"Joe," I moaned as he continued to kiss my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more room.
"And this means. . ."
Instead of continuing, Joe pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I started kissing him back. Our lips moved in sync as we got more comfortable with each other. Joe grabbed my hips and pulled me so I was straddling him.
Our mouths moved hungrily as we fell into a quick and almost desperate rhythm. I ran my hands through his hair while one of his explored my back and the other explored my thigh.
We were enjoying ourselves too much to focus on the risks and the problems this could cause. All I could focus on was the feeling of Joe's lips on mine and the burn his hands caused whenever he touched me.
I broke the kiss and smirked at him. I slowly crawled off his lap making Joe pout. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. I led him upstairs, the reality of what we were about to do, finally creeping in.
I pushed it down when I felt him squeeze my hand. We went down the hall, stopping in front of my room. I turned towards him, my face burning as he smiled at me.
"What are we waiting for?" He asked.
"I just want to make sure of something."
"Okay," Joe said, backing us up and pinning me against the door.
"Are we making a mistake?"
Joe's smile dropped for a brief second. He quickly regained his smile, stepping closer to me.
"I don't think we're making a mistake," he whispered. "I think this is something we should've done a long time ago."
"Really?" I asked under my breath. Joe closed the gap between us, his nose touching mine.
"Really," he whispered as he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
We grunted against each other's lips as we hit the door. Those grunts turned to moans as we continued to hit the door and grind up against each other. Joe reached around me and opened the door. We laughed, breaking the kiss as we almost fell.
"Jump," he ordered. I smirked as I jumped into his arms.
I pressed my lips back to his as he carried me into my room. I gasped when Joe laid us down on my bed. He crawled over me, no longer smirking. Instead, he was smiling. He reached down and dragged his fingers against my cheek.
"I don't think we're making a mistake," he whispered. "I've wanted this for a long time, Y/N. I've wanted you."
"I've wanted you too."
Joe roughly pressed his lips to mine, both of us moaning in sync. We didn't waste any more time. Neither one of us broke the kiss as we slowly started to undress ourselves.
He finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily when we were in our underwear. He looked down, choking back a growl as he scanned my body.
"Damn," he said through his teeth. "You're so fucking beautiful."
"I thought you wanted me," I moaned. "Now."
"I do," he growled, smashing his lips onto mine.
Our lips moved heavily in sync as Joe slowly started grinding his body against mine. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. I breathed heavily as his mouth explored my chest. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming his name as I could feel the hickeys forming.
I grabbed his shoulder blades, digging my nails into his back as he started biting my chest. A few swear words slipped through my mouth as Joe pressed his face between my breasts. His hands slid under my body until he found the hook.
"Joe!" I finally yelled as my bra snapped open. He kept his face pressed to my chest as he tore off my bra.
"Fuck," he moaned.
"Baby," I moaned back. "My turn."
He sat up and smirked as I reached up, grabbed his boxer's and yanked them down. I let out another moan when I saw how big and hard he already was.
"Like what you see?" He chuckled.
"Damn right I do," I said through my teeth.
I grabbed his face and brought his lips roughly down to mine. As our lips moved in sync, our tongues battled for dominance, Joe reached down and slid my underwear off. I laughed as he threw them aside. He instantly grabbed my thigh, opening my legs.
"Joe," I moaned as he massaged my legs. "Don't make me wait any longer to feel you inside me. Please, baby. Just fucking get in me."
"You got it, baby girl," Joe grunted. I gasped, arching my back when Joe thrusted into me. He let out a shaky breath, swearing under his breath when I squeezed myself around his hard member.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Keep doing that."
"I will if you keep thrusting."
Our moans echoed off the room as we got louder with each thrust. We didn't move around much but the pleasure was more than either one of us ever imagined.
Neither one of us cared about keeping track of how long we were filling each other's wildest fantasies. We were more focused on stopping ourselves from ending this too soon.
"Y/N," he moaned. "I'm not sure. . . I think I'm about to. . ."
"Me too," I gasped when he pushed deeply into me and found my g spot. "Let's do it together."
"Should we count it out?" He smirked.
"Just kiss and push, baby," I said, running my fingers through his hair as he slowed his thrusts. "Let our bodies do the rest."
"You got it," he grunted.
I grabbed his face and brought our lips together as he pulled out of me. I bit his lip, slightly sucking on it as he pushed into me. Our moans were in sync as our bodies barely left each other. Eventually, we reached our peaks, screaming each other's names.
"Holy shit," Joe gasped rolling off of me.
"I know," I giggled. "That was. . . Wow."
"I love you."
"What?" I stuttered. I looked over at him to see him already watching me. We were both out of breath and Joe had just rolled off me. We had gotten so into how we were making each other feel, we had switched back positions. He turned toward me, slightly scooting closer to me.
"It's what we did means," he explained.
"Not usually," I chuckled. He playfully pouted before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer.
"But for us?"
"You're right."
Joe rolled us so he was hovering over me again. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He broke it sooner than I would've liked.
"I love you, Y/N," he whispered.
"I love you too, Joe."
"I can't believe we waited so long."
"We were scared," I whispered. I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck. "We have been friends for a really long time. If one of us confessed their feelings and the other didn't feel the same. . . It would've ruined everything that we have. I couldn't. . . I couldn't lose you, Joe."
I finally looked at him, seeing his eyes soft. "I was too afraid to lose you too," he whispered. "I was such a coward and I kicked myself in the ass every day that I didn't tell you."
"I've imagined myself finally having the courage to tell you and you telling me you felt the same so many times," I confessed. "I thought it was just wishful thinking."
Joe leaned over and gently kissed me. He pulled away and rubbed his nose against mine.
"It wasn't," he whispered. He leaned back and smiled down at me.
"Joe?"
"Yes, gorgeous?"
"I'm fucking exhausted."
Joe laughed as he lay next to me, instantly pulling me into his chest. He grabbed the blanket and draped it over us. He reached up and started running his fingers through my hair.
"Get some sleep," he whispered.
"Only if you promise to be here when I wake up," I mumbled, sleep hitting me. I smiled when his arms tightened around me.
"I'm not going anywhere."