Lustful Hearts

He grinned wildly. "Yep, but I'm great at deep throating," he bragged, giving me a wink.

Now why didn't that surprise me?

"How do you not gag then?"

He chuckled. "Years of practice, sweetie, years of practice."

I laughed at the fact he treated it like it was a big achievement. I was pretty sure he'd wear it like a badge of honour if he could.

The sound of Joel's soft groans snapped me back to the present. I decided to test Elijah's theory, gently cupping his balls. He groaned his approval, and I worked my way progressively becoming firmer with my touch, which Joel seemed to appreciate more.

Impressed by my multitasking skills, I carried on for several minutes before feeling the build-up as he started to throb in my mouth.

"Oh god, Iz, I'm so close, if you don't want me to then tell me now."

Do I?

Would it make me gag?

It wasn't something I'd spent a lot of time thinking about.

"Oh god, Iz, it's never felt so good. I love you baby." His words overwhelmed me, pushing me on. He arched his back in ecstasy, and I knew this was what I wanted. To unravel him and make him moan my name. He came, and I gagged slightly though I managed enough restraint to let him finish.

I tucked him back in his shorts and made my way back up. Joel lay there with his eyes closed tight, wearing the biggest grin on his face.

I kissed him gently on the lips. "How was that?" I asked, already knowing my answer.

"Wow," was all he could manage as his grin grew wider.

I smiled laying back down, feeling content, until the usual insecurities crept back in. He'd probably received great blowjobs all the time. Why would mine be any different? I frowned, coming down from my high with a thud.

"Stop it," he whispered.

"What?" I turned to find him watching me.

"Whatever you're thinking." His eyes searched deep into mine, and I blushed.

Could he actually read my thoughts?

"I know you've probably had hundreds before and the girls were more experienced than me—”

He didn't even give me time to finish. He grabbed me, pulling me close so our foreheads were touching. "Iz, I'm so turned on by your touch and yours alone. The girls were nothing more than a distraction. With them, it was over quickly to get a release.

I didn't love and care for them. With you, I have this strong connection. I want to take it slow and savour every moment we share together. I love to watch you come apart, to know I have that kind of effect over your body."

I closed my eyes, knowing how much he truly affected me. "You do all the time, Joel You evoke so many feelings inside and you overwhelm me, the pleasure is so intense. I never knew it could be this good. I want to do the same to you, to make you feel just as good, I know I don't have the experience ..."

He grabbed my cheek and my eyes wrenched open with shock. "Izzy, you drive me wild all the time. What you did, well you just surprise me so much, being with you is my heaven. I will never have my fill of you, Iz. I wish you could just realise how amazing you are. I'm going to keep reminding you till you do."

I was so overcome by his words that I needed a moment. I blushed and turned my face into the pillow trying to calm down. His lips brushed up against my cheek as his fingers slowly stroked my hair.

I knew he was patiently waiting for me. I turned my head slightly peeking at him, and he chuckled. He leaned in, giving me a long, slow kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Iz, only you. Thank you for tonight. You are all my dreams come true. I never want to be without you," he whispered, pulling me into his arms. Our legs tangled together. We couldn't have got any closer if we tried.

I felt the tears build and despite my attempts to hold them back, one managed to escape. He flinched when it landed against his naked skin.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, pulling me up so our eyes met again. The look of anguish in them set me off even more.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just acting like a girl." I waved my hand dismissively, turning away but he held me tight.

His frown deepened at my attempt to dodge his question. "Izzy, you need to tell me, was it something I said?" He brushed the hair away from my face and caressed my cheek, silently pleading for me to tell him.

"Well it's just... I never thought I would get the fairytale. It's something I've always wished for, but deep down I never thought it would ever happen. It generally doesn't to girls like me, and well, you're here in my bed looking all sexy and telling me everything I've ever hoped to hear. It's all too much." I nuzzled into his neck, needing time to compose myself.

He kissed and stroked my hair. "Iz, I want our future, to share every single part of my life with you by my side. I can't go back to my life before, I couldn't handle the loneliness, the darkness, it would kill me now You are my light, my hopes, my dreams. You make me feel things I never thought possible. If you left me, I'd be lost-"

"Hey "I grabbed his face, staring deep into his eyes. "Joel, you'll never have to find out. I'm yours, and I'm never letting you go."

I watched the panic slowly subside, but I knew it never fully went away. Inside the seed of doubt would still be there, taking root, threatening to grow at any moment.

"I just need you to know how much I love you."

I pulled him into a tight hug. "I know, baby, I feel the same." I placed tiny kisses against his skin, feeling his body slowly relax.

Eventually he pulled away and smiled, looking appeased by my words. He gently kissed my forehead, and we slowly rocked in each other's arms.

I hummed a song in his ear as he soothingly stroked my back. After a while I yawned, and he chuckled.

"We need to get some sleep," he said, yawning himself.

"Night, Joel," I whispered, planting a soft kiss against his neck.

"Sweet dreams, baby." He kissed my hair, and I nuzzled into his chest, already drifting off to sleep.

***

A loud bang ripped me from my sleep. I jumped up in confusion and quickly scanned the room for any signs of what it could be. For a second I thought I'd imagined it, till it started again. My heart nearly stopped the moment I realised it was coming from my bedroom door.

"Iz, you're going to be late," Mike yelled.

Oh my god.

Mike was awake, and Joel was still lying beside me.

Shit.

Why hadn't the alarm gone off?

Joel was beginning to stir as the knocking grew louder.

"Iz, you need to get up," Mike shouted again. I heard the irritation growing in his voice.

The door handle turned and I gasped with shock, but to my relief I remembered the magazine was there. I was just about to answer when I watched in complete horror as the door shunted forward. On the third attempt it flew open, sending the magazine flying right across the floor.

I looked up to find Mike standing there opened mouthed, eyes blazing staring at Joel and I together in bed.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he growled.

Joel's eyes flew open in surprise. He leapt out of the bed wearing just his boxers and of course his usual morning glory.

Mike looked down and his eyes bulged.

It was pretty hard to miss.

Anger flashed across his face as he flew at Joel. They both smacked down hard on the bed. I screamed leaping out the way. Mike repeatedly punched Joel in the face. Joel tried to maintain some kind of shield with his hands, but Mike had already split his lip.

The blood from his face was splattered across the sheet. My heart beat so fast I could barely breathe. I tried in vain to pull them apart, but Mike shoved me back hard, sending me flying. I smacked my head hard against the wall losing all control.

I slid down to the floor and groaned with the instant pain.

Joel shot a look of concern my way. He tried to make his way over, but Mike grabbed him, pulling him back and punched him even harder in the face. The punch caught him off guard, and Joel hit the floor hard Mike instantly leapt on him, pummelling his face. I screamed leaping back up, grabbing and clawing at Mike's face in an attempt to stop him.

My mother ran through and looked on in horror at the scene before her. She began screaming for Mike to stop, but he carried on regardless. By now I was in total hysterics. The look of hatred in Mike's eyes was enough to indicate he was never going to stop. He was going to kill him.

In a vain attempt to stop him, I leapt on Mike's back and wrapped my arms around his neck choking him. He wrestled to throw me off, but I clung on, desperately trying to keep him from returning to Joel. It seemed to work as he eventually stopped and stood panting. The red mist surrounding him slowly began to vanish.

I leapt off and looked down at Joel's lifeless body as a giant sob left my lips. His face was all bloodied and swollen; I could barely make out his features. For a moment I thought the worst, my heart nearly stopped, but then he softly murmured my name.