Lustful Hearts

Neil huffed, storming off. We needed to leave. I thought girls were bad enough. But this was way worse than expected. Joel pulled a face, turning my attention back to him.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. Well aside from the obvious of being potentially mauled by a room full of gay men. "How much longer do we have to stay here?" Joel whined.

"One more round, which I do believe is yours." Elijah sloshed back the last of his cosmo as Sam drained his beer. "Izzy, the same?" His eyes flicked to my glass, and I nodded my approval. He dipped down to whisper in my ear. "Only one more, I want you fully awake for the torture I'm going to inflict on you the moment we get home."

"Looking forward to it," I breathed, gliding the cherry slowly along the cocktail stick before rolling it around in my mouth.

Joel's eyes narrowed, he knew I was teasing him. I wanted to leave already, but it wasn't fair to ditch Sam and Elijah just to let the games begin earlier.

He walked over to the bar, into the lion's den. Within seconds, he had a crowd around him like flies around honey.

"I think I should. . ." I moved to stand, but Elijah grabbed me, pulling me down.

"I think Joel's a big enough boy, Iz. Well, we know that already."

Sam snorted and I pursed my lips. My eyes continually flicked towards the bar as Elijah and Sam tried their best to keep me occupied.

Ten minutes later Joel strolled over smiling with a tray full of drinks.

"You took your time." I eyed him warily to check for teeth marks.

"Oh, just making some friends." He quickly distributed the drinks, placing the tray on the vacant table beside us.

What the hell?

He sat down beside me, lifting his arm, resting it over the back of my chair. I sipped on my cosmo, the silence slowly growing between us.

Elijah flashed me a look, waiting for Joel to spill the beans, but he remained tight-lipped.

"So Joel, have you met some new friends? You seemed awful chatty at the bar," Elijah asked casually, though I could tell he was dying to know. "Yeah, we were mainly talking football." Joel shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

"Football?" Elijah scrunched his nose in disgust.

"Well, one guy recognised the Arsenal badge on my tattoo sleeve and then we just got talking."

He didn't elaborate further, he obviously didn't know Elijah had persuasive ways of making him talk.

"And..." Elijah urged him with his eyes to continue.

"We swapped numbers, and we're going to go see a match together."

What? Oh shit.

I broke out into a coughing fit, a mixture of disbelief and the sheer fact my drink had went down the wrong way.

"Iz, are you okay?" he asked, patting my back. I was just grateful for the choking as I truly was lost for words. "Football," I managed to croak out. "Yeah, Nathan is a big Arsenal fan too." Joel beamed.

Seriously?

My eyebrows raised in intrigue. "Was he hitting on you when he suggested it?" I bet he was. I should have gone with him, rookie mistake! "He didn't suggest it, I did."

My eyes widened in horror. "Joel-"

"Izzy, he's a sound bloke, he's not like that." He shook his head in irritation at my words, taking another sip of his beer.

Elijah gave me the raised eyebrows look. He wasn't completely convinced either. "You won't be saying that when he has his tongue down your throat at half time."

Joel spat his drink across the table as Sam and Elijah threw their heads back laughing. Always straight to the point, but he wasn't far from the truth, in my head my worst fear was a girl doing that, now I had even more competition.

"Joel, he could think-"

"Iz, seriously he knows I'm straight, two guys can be friends without sex coming into it."

Joel's text went off in the background. Elijah and Sam were trying to stifle their laughter. Joel shot them a look of annoyance before opening the message.

"Oh god." Joel's face instantly paled.

"What, Joel, what's wrong?" He handed me the phone in disgust, and my hand instantly covered my mouth as a mixture of embarrassment and amusement swept through me, staring at the cock shot in front of

me.

Along with the picture were the words: 'In case you change your mind.'

"What?" Elijah asked, I moved to hand him the phone, Joel made to grab it but Elijah got there first.

"Well, I hate to say I told you so..."

Sam looked over Elijah's shoulder. "Oh god, he didn't."

"Yep, that's Nathan's penis, alright, notice the bend there." They both tilted their heads to get a better look before Joel grabbed the phone off them scowling.

"I'm pleased you find this funny. Izzy we're going." He wasn't asking, but I was more than ready to leave.

I leapt up, grabbing my bag, quickly hugging Elijah and Sam as Joel dragged me out of the club.

"Joel, calm down," I soothed, but I could see the anger in his eyes. I pushed him up against the wall, kissing him hard, eventually, he relaxed into my kiss, snaking his arms around me.

"Iz," he whispered against my lips. "I need you so much."

It was true, I could feel his need digging right in my hip. "Then take me home and show me how much."

I didn't have to ask twice, within seconds we were in a taxi, within minutes he had me pushed hard against the wall.

"I need it fast and hard baby," he pleaded. He didn't have to beg, I was there for the taking.

Slowly unzipping my playsuit, I smiled when Joel watched the front fall open, his eyes instantly darkened with lust. His hand reached into the cup releasing my breast to the sweet torture of his mouth, rolling and sucking the nipple until it stood to attention.

I gasped when his fingers slid down my skin, reaching the point of my need, and I groaned when they dipped inside.

"Wow, so ready for me."

"Always," I moaned, pushing my head further into the wall as I lost myself to the rhythm of his fingers, coming not long after. He stood back, his eyes surveying me while he tantalisingly stripped in front of me, removing the barrier that was between us.

Within seconds my suit and underwear lay on the floor. I kicked them to the side, panting hard, waiting for Joel's next move.

"Iz, I need this so bad, baby."

"I can tell." I nodded to his erection, he laughed hard, quickly sliding on the condom. "Now is not the time for jokes. I need to lose myself in you, to feel that you're mine."

"Always have been." I inched my legs apart, and he groaned before storming forward, his mouth clashed with mine. In an instant I was lifted and moaned when he thrust deep inside. "Fuck," he yelled.

"Yes, please." I grabbed his hair clinging on, each thrust was hard and deep, pushing me further and further.

My hands bit into his skin while he carried on the relentless rhythm, each movement taking me closer and closer.

"Oh god," I screamed, feeling myself begin to fall over the edge. My teeth sunk into his neck, enjoying his last few thrusts before he eventually came to a standstill.

"Are you okay, baby?" he panted, barely able to draw breath. Every part of me deliciously ached, but I didn't care.

"Yeah," I managed to choke out.

"Good, now we need another wall."

"Again?"

"I haven't even got started yet, that was just a warm up."

Holy shit, now I really was panting.

***

"I think I've sustained several sex injuries," I groaned, lying stretched out on Joel.

His fingers gently weaved up and down my spine. "Where do you hurt, baby?" he whispered.

Everywhere.

"Mainly my head, from the constant banging." I touched the back of my head, grimacing slightly. Joel's hand reached 'round and cupped it, soothingly stroking it while I nuzzled back down against his chest. "You know you got pretty wild back there yourself." His words had me grinning, pushing my face deeper into his chest.

"You might have left a mark."

"I hope so," I whispered. He was mine, and I wanted the world to know.

"So you were claiming me then?" he joked, pulling me up so I was straddling his hips, my fingers stroking along the marked skin.

"Yeah, you're mine." I bent down and gently kissed the tender skin on his neck.

"You don't have to mark me to prove that I'm yours, but I will wear my sex bite with pride." He grinned, moving me closer. "Izzy, please don't make me go to any more gay clubs."

"I think the joke was on me."

"Like how?" He frowned, trying desperately to read my subdued expression

Err, every guy in the room was drooling over my boyfriend. "Well, having to prize you away from even more people." It was truly exhausting.

"Baby, I'm yours, I'll always come willingly." He raised his eyebrows laughing at his words as I smacked his chest playfully.

"I just get that spike of jealousy, I can't help it." I frowned, dropping my eyes down in disgust. Despite his many reassurances it was still there, instantly igniting inside of me the moment anyone showed interest. He lifted my chin to look deep into his eyes. "I like you jealous."

Huh?

He smiled softly, reading my confused expression. "I feel the same, you're mine and nothing will ever come between us, but if you need to claim me just to make sure, then I'm cool with that too."

He winked, grabbing me and pulled me down with him until we were back nestled together. I sighed, feeling the familiar tiredness sweep over us both.

He was mine and I was his, it was simple as that.000000000☐☐☐