14. Joel
14
JOEL
The hotel ballroom is a whirlwind of elegance and opulence, a dazzling stage set for the annual charity gala in support of shelter for the homeless in the area. The clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation mingle with the soft strains of a local band. It’s the kind of event that demands perfection: tailored suits, glittering dresses, and smiles so polished they almost seem painted on. I’m here out of obligation, representing the hospital and making nice with donors, but my focus is elsewhere.
I’m scanning the room, searching for one person. My tie feels a little too tight, the collar of my shirt a bit too stiff, but when I finally spot her, all discomfort melts away.
Lucy.
She steps into the ballroom like she owns it, her confidence palpable. Her dress is a deep emerald green that hugs her curves and leaves just enough to the imagination. Her hair cascades over her shoulders in soft waves, and her smile… it’s radiant, magnetic. Heads turn, whispers ripple through the crowd, but she doesn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she just doesn’t care.
She’s here with Aiden, officially, but his protective, brotherly presence is more of a formality than a barrier. As her gaze sweeps across the room, it lands on me, and for a heartbeat, everything else fades. The noise, the people, the glittering lights. None of it matters.
She’s here.
I make my way toward her, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. By the time I reach her, she’s mid-conversation with a group of people I vaguely recognize. She glances at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and excuses herself.
"Joel," she says, her voice light but carrying a hint of something deeper. "You clean up well."
"So do you," I reply, my gaze sweeping over her. "Though that feels like the understatement of the year."
She laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and for a moment, I forget about everything else. The hospital, the politics, the expectations. None of it holds a candle to her.
"Are you going to ask me to dance or are you just going to stand there staring?" she teases, one brow arched.
"I was building up to it," I say, offering her my hand. "May I?"
She takes it without hesitation, her fingers fitting perfectly against mine. "I thought you’d never ask."
The dance floor is crowded but intimate, the music slow and sultry. I pull her close, my hand resting on the small of her back, and she tilts her head to look up at me. The chemistry between us is electric, undeniable. Every move, every glance, every subtle shift of our bodies feels charged, like the air before a storm.
"Everyone’s watching," she whispers, her breath warm against my neck.
"Let them," I murmur, my voice low. "They’ve got good taste."
She laughs softly, her fingers tightening slightly against my shoulder. "Careful, Dr. Anderson. You’re dangerously close to charming me."
"Only close?" I tease, spinning her gently.
The song changes, the tempo slowing even more, and I take the opportunity to guide her off the dance floor, out the door and down the hall to a smaller banquet room. The room is set with small tables, but no one is there. We find a quieter corner, away from the prying eyes and incessant chatter, where the music is just a soft tinkle in the background.
"This is better," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Much," she agrees, her gaze locking onto mine.
For a moment, we just stand there, the world narrowing down to the space between us. And then, I lean in. My lips brush against hers, tentative at first, but the spark is immediate, consuming. She responds instantly, her arms winding around my neck as the kiss deepens.
It’s a kiss that I’ve been waiting for since I first laid eyes on her tonight, pent-up energy finally unleashed. It’s hungry and desperate, yet impossibly tender, like we’re trying to memorize each other in this moment.
"We can’t do this here," she murmurs against my lips, though she doesn’t pull away.
"Then let’s go somewhere we can," I reply, my voice rough with want.
The alley behind the hotel is quiet and dimly lit, the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It’s not exactly the most romantic setting, but it’s fulfilling a fantasy for me. One I use quite regularly as I pleasure myself, Lucy being the main character.
Lucy presses against me, her back against the cool brick wall, her breath coming in short gasps as our lips collide again and again.
Her hands find the lapels of my jacket, pulling me closer as my own hands explore the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine. The layers between us feel unbearable, and I tug at the zipper of her dress, my fingers brushing against her bare skin.
"Joel," she whispers, her voice a mix of urgency and surrender.
I capture her lips again. Her skin is warm under my touch, her body arching into mine as I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck. Every sound she makes, every shiver that runs through her fuels the fire already raging inside me.
Her dress slips down her shoulders, pooling at her waist, and I take a moment to marvel at her, my breath catching in my throat.
"You’re beautiful," I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.
Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something raw and unguarded in her gaze. "So are you," she replies, her hands sliding under my shirt, her touch igniting every nerve ending.
"You feel so good," I whisper against her lips, my breath hot on her skin. "I want to feel all of you."
Lucy giggles, a mix of nerves and excitement. "Here? In the alley?"
"Why not?" I ask, husky with desire. "We're both adults, and I can't wait any longer to have you."
She bites her lower lip, considering my proposition. The thought of having sex right there, in the dark alley, is both thrilling and scandalous.
"Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "This is really not how I pictured our first time together but I don’t want to wait any longer. We need to be quick so we don’t get caught."
My hands move with purpose, I lower the layers of her dress, making contact with her black lace panties. The cool night air caresses her exposed skin, sending a shiver through her.
"You're breathtaking," I breath as my eyes rake over her body. I step closer, my erection straining against the confines of my suit pants. "I want to taste every inch of you."
Lucy's breath quickens as I lower myself to my knees, my hands gently grasping her hips. I touch my face to the inside of her thigh, my warm breath tickling her sensitive skin. With slow, deliberate movements, I kiss and lick her stomach, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, my thumbs teasing her hardened nipples through the lace.
Moans of pleasure escape Lucy's lips as my mouth trails lower. I gently tug at the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her thighs, my breath hot on her skin. As her panties drop to the ground, she steps out of them, her body now exposed to my hungry gaze. She’s left standing in nothing but a pair of sexy high heels.
My eyes lock with hers as I lean forward, my tongue darting out to taste her, my hands holding her steady as I delivered soft, wet kisses along her inner thighs. Lucy's hands grip my hair, her body trembling as my tongue draws closer to her core.
"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Joel, I need you."
"I want to make you feel good, Lucy. So damn good."
With that, I plunge my tongue into her wetness, my mouth claiming her with a fervor that takes her breath away. Lucy's head falls back, her body arching as she presses herself against my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. My tongue dances and swirls, as my lips suck and tease her clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
Moans and gasps fill the alley, echoing off the walls as I bring her to the brink of ecstasy. My fingers join my mouth, slipping inside her, filling her as I lick and suck her sensitive bundle of nerves. Lucy's body trembles, her orgasm building like a wave, until finally, with a cry of release, she comes undone.
As her tremors subside, I stand, my hands gently holding her upright. I look down at her with a satisfied smile, my lips glistening with her essence.
"That was incredible," Lucy breaths, her body still buzzing with pleasure.
"It's not over yet. I haven't even gotten to the best part."
Before she can respond, I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I press her back against the rough brick wall, my hard length pressing against her core. Lucy gasps. She can feel the heat and hardness of me, and she knows I’m ready.
With a swift motion, I position myself at her entrance, my hands holding her thighs open, and with one smooth thrust, I slid inside her. Lucy cried out, her body welcoming the invasion, her walls gripping me tightly.
My eyes close momentarily as I savor the sensation of being buried deep within her. "You feel so damn good," I whisper, my breath hot on her neck.
I begin to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, my suit pants sliding against Lucy’s bare skin. Her hands clutch my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as she matches my pace, her body rising to meet each stroke. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the alley, mingling with our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.
"Oh, Joel," Lucy pants, her head thrown back, her breasts heaving with each thrust. "Yes, just like that. Harder, please."
I oblige, my hands gripping her thighs tighter, my thrusts becoming more urgent. I pound into her, the sound of our passion filling the night. Lucy's body tightens around me, her climax building once more, and she cried out my name as she comes, her walls milking my length.
My own release is close, my body coiling with tension. I want to prolong this moment, to savor the feeling of being inside her, but my control is slipping. With a final, powerful thrust, I empty myself into her, my seed filling her as I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my breath ragged against her skin.
We stand there, locked together, our hearts racing and bodies slick with sweat. My hands gently caress her back as I press soft kisses along her jawline. Lucy's fingers are threaded through my hair, holding me close, our bodies still joined as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
"That was..." Lucy begins, her voice soft and breathless.
"Incredible," I finish for her, my lips curving into a satisfied smile. "I've wanted to do that all night. To have you right here, in this alley, is a fantasy come true."
Lucy giggles, a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. "I can't believe we just did that. It was so risky, but it felt amazing."
I chuckle, my breath tickling her ear. "Sometimes the best moments are the ones that are a little bit naughty. And I have a feeling this won't be our last adventure."
As we disentangle ourselves, adjusting our clothing, the reality of what we just did began to sink in. We share a look, our eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and mischief.
She looks at me, her expression unreadable. "Joel, what are we doing?"
I want to tell her I know. That I have it all figured out. But the truth is, I don’t. All I know is that I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything, and that terrifies me.
"I don’t know," I admit, the words heavy with truth. "But I don’t want to stop."
With a final kiss, we step out of the alley, our footsteps echo on the pavement as we made our way to the car.