By Chance

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Warning: This section contains graphic descriptions of sex.


They arrived back at the apartment, just before the sky opened and poured water from the heavens. “Thanks for taking me…It was nice.” She smiled genuinely.

“You’re welcome.”

Joe Vic just watched Rue. His mind was full of the things he saw and then, the things he didn’t see. Old Bill didn’t understand. Hell, Joe Vic didn’t understand most of it. It was complicated he’d said. Complicated.

Rue took off her long jacket, folding it vertically and hanging it over her arm. Her back was too him. He couldn’t help but watch as he body was outlined by the silhouette of the street lamps and moon light that snuck into the room via the slits in the slated windows. Like a magnetic, he was pulled closer. “You looked gorgeous.”

She turned suddenly. Rue smiled up at Joe Vic. “You didn’t look so bad yourself.” She teased. Somewhere in the five seconds that the smile lasted, a decision was made inside of Joe Vic. He stepped closer to Rue. His head dipped down, their lips collided. Rue leased a startled gasp.

If the action had been called in a play by play, it would have been him leaning forward, their lips touching, a brief passage of three seconds, then Rue pulling back and beginning to back away from Joe Vic like she’d been burned.

It was all instinctual to follow Rue as she pulled away. Old Bill’s words reverberated inside his skull. ‘Uncomplicate it.’ Instincts like those which drive an animal pushed him forward and he ultimately trapped Rue against the wall of the doorway leading to the kitchen.

Her blue eyes looked into his. They shook slightly from strain; a crumpled look was spread across her features. She was afraid. “Joe Vic--Joe Vic, what a-are you doin’?” She managed to stutter between shaky, gasping breaths.

He continued to stare down at her. His body pressing closely in hers, but not too hard. A large hand traveled slowly towards her face. It’s slow progression tracked closely by Rue. His work roughened fingers trailed over her smooth cheeks down to run delicately along the line of her jaw, until they detoured up her chin and to slowly fan over the swell of her lips.

It was raining outside. The light pitter-patter of the falling drops provided the only noise in the apartment aside from their breathing. His fingers continued to explore the slightly sticky terrain of Rue’s bee-stung lips. “I won’t hurt you, Rue. I swear.” That voice was like nighttime thunder; dark and deep.

The look on his face, coupled with the sheer determination in his voice forced Rue to finally relax. “I know.” Her body sagged against the wall.

His hands combed through the loose dark curled strands. “Let me…”

“Let you what?” She whispered back.

“Let me take care of you.” After the words escaped his mouth, Joe Vic realized this was the moment where everything changed. Those changes Old Bill had seen in him were finally visible in his own sight. He wanted. He needed. He desired Rue, no matter how confused he was about some things. The only thing that stood out clear in his mind was the desire to have Rue with him always. He’d fallen and there was no going back.

“Come on.” Joe Vic grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom. She didn’t protest, just walked behind him.

She walked past him in the room. Every step she took was accompanied by the click of her shoes against the floors. Joe Vic closed his bedroom door and leaned against it. He watched Rue spin around, taking in the room as though she’d never been there before. The act made him laugh. Rue’d spent many nights in his bed sleeping, always afraid of the storm that was brewing beyond the safety on the apartment’s walls or occasionally in his arms.

A sudden flash of lightening and then he was there. Rue’s natural height plus the additional height from the shoes made their kissing comfortable and easy for him. He held her close, hands at the sides of her waist and completely controlled the kiss. Rue’s mouth was soft and wider than normal. He liked the feel of her gentle tongue rolling over his as their kiss intensified.

“Ahh” She moaned lightly. He moved his mouth over her neck. Her head fell back and in a surge of passion, he pulled her up to him. Her legs opened, parting around him as she was lifted up. He carried her to the bed and lay on top of her.

His heavy body should have been uncomfortable, but the friction of their bodies was intoxicating. Joe Vic’s large hands traveled up from Rue’s waist to the bottom of her top. His thumbs skimmed over the smooth skin of her belly.

Rue leaned into the touches and kisses. No one had ever touched her like she mattered. Before it had just been transactions. Joe Vic’s hands continued to skim up over her skin, fingers barely out of reach of the lacy edges of the bra she wore. “Stop…Joe..Stop.” Rue whispered. It was too much.

“Do you want me to?” He asked in the dark from above her.

There was a pause and then a sigh. “…No, but--” She was worried about what he would find.

Her body was a combination of soft and sharp. There were mild angles where there shouldn’t have been. Those could be explained away as being muscles. Her top was completely gone, tossed and abandoned to the floor. Shivers travel down her spine as Joe Vic’s hot hands skirt up the sides of her flanks and down the inside of her arms. His already dark eyes appeared bottomless pit black as his eyes sweep across her skin.

Her hands reached up, as if acting on their own accord, his clothes were instantly gone. She looked up at his body. Huge and scarred and tattooed. Her breath caught. A tentative hand traced over his upper body.

He kissed her deeply, passionately. Hard enough to take her breath. She pulls her legs tighter together, feeling a hot and heavy sensation that she hasn’t felt in months. The drugs had curved her sex drive, making it non-existent. But now, the familiar heat was rising in her belly. Making Rue sweat and feel electrified in every pore, yet slightly nervous as Joe Vic ground into the crease of her hips.

“Ssshh.” She hissed between her teeth. His mouth landed her neck. Joe Vic’s mouth sucked, teased and nipped the skin playfully.

He moved to look in her eyes. “Can I?” Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” She whispered.

He smiled slowly. Gleaming teeth making him look more like a predator than a normal man. “This.” A hand passed over the front of the lacy cups. Fingernails scratched and tangled in the grooves. The hardened mound of a nipple could be felt underneath.

Rue arched slightly into him. “Go for it.” He would and he did. The binding article of clothing was removed, setting free Rue’s perfect young breasts. He stared. No sure what he was actually expecting. The merchandise looked so real, just like normal—he could say.

“They look…”

“They are real.” Rue finished.

His hands moved over the mounds. Squeezing, releasing, sucking, licking, biting. Her nipples her painfully erect, areolas large and dark. Their bodies rocked back and forwards. Joe Vic’s powerful frame surging forward, shaking and rattling Rue down to her bones. She took the initiative in kissing him long and steady. Her hands gliding over his pronounced shoulder blades, hard shoulders and chiseled back.

He pulled back, then stripped down to his boxers. Only two solitary pieces of fabric separated them. He stood there watching Rue. His eyes hungry, full of lust. Her body coiled, ready, legs closed and tucked to the side. Joe Vic bent down placing his hands down by her hips. His hands rested at the top of her underwear. Just six inches away from having his world change. The outline of it had to be visible. She hadn’t used a prop this night.

“Joe--you don’t have to…” The voice changed. It was full of pleading of a different kinda. “Please. You really don’t.”

He surged forward so face, the brunette was nearly bowled over. “I want to…You say it’s complicated, then let’s uncomplicate it.”

Her head nodded. That voice was like gravel and couldn’t be resisted. “Just tell me what to do.” Rue nods again.

Big hands are careless. They rip instead of pull. The torn material is discarded and he can only look. There’s a thatch of curly dark hair like his own above the hard dark weeping member. He kneels between her legs, just watching. It’s finally real. And there’s nothing he can actually think of as to why it scares him. For a second, he’s scared of the fact that it doesn’t scare him.

“Joe Vic--” Rue’s head fell back as he began to slide his hand up and down and up and down. “Like this?” He asked. She can only bite her lip to keep her sobs from coming out. It feels *so* damn good. Her body felt warm. There’s a distant hum in her ears.

“Har…harder an’ ti--tighter.” Joe Vic makes adjustments. He feels her cock jerk and precum is seeping from the head. There’s a thought in his head about what that fluid tastes like, but he knew he *definitely* wasn’t ready for that.

Her hips are bucking steadily now. Going faster and faster, slightly harder with each jack. “Joe…JOE!” Rue pants, moans then screams. It’s like hearing the best music he’s ever heard—all of her little noises. Suddenly, there’s a geyser of hot white fluid shooting up. Strips landing on his hands, her thighs and belly. He kept moving until the eruption ceased. Rue just lay there bonelessly.

He moved away from the bed and walked out of the room. He came in with a towel, just as Rue was sitting up on the bed. He wiped her down gently. Rue followed his movements. Finally, she reached for him. Grabbed his angular jaw and brought their mouths together. The kiss was deeply passionate, hot and long, imbued with some properties that it seemed to transcend normal kissing. Joe Vic felt hot. His face felt hot. He was suffering from a lack of breath.

She’d taken his breath away. And he was contented to just stand there and pant. Rue crawled forward. Her eyes level with his belly button. She kissed it and the hairy trail that began there. One hand traveled up his thighs, leaving hot streaks in its wake. The other cupped his heavy dark sac, gently rolling and squeezing. Crystal eyes watched him the whole time as she descended lower and lower, until the heading of his throbbing dick pressed against her lips. A shiny line of fluid spread across her lips. The sensitive head popped between her full lips, to be assaulted by her gentle lapping tongue. She sucked deeper.

Joe Vic threw his head back. He restrained the instinct to just push ahead. God, Rue’s mouth was so tight, hot and wet. Her head bobbed up and down. He didn’t want this. “Rue don’t. I don’t want that.” She looked at him confused.

She wiped her mouth. “Lie down.” He looked at her for a few tentative seconds, then did as he was told.

His long body stretched across the bed. Rue walked between Joe Vic’s legs. Her cock was nearly erect again. She lifted a glossy package to her mouth and ripped it open with her teeth. The cool, slick binding of a condom was the next feeling Joe Vic remembered. The plastic snapped against his sensitive prick. Rue’s gentle hand smoothed it down. She moved to his dresser. She pumped the lotion from a bottle into her palm. Some was used to slick up Joe Vic’s cock and the other portion was used to open her up.

“I’m ready, if you are.” Rue straddled Joe Vic’s waist. His large hands came up to grip the sides of her middle. She kneeled on her knees, with one hand holding his cock in the right position and the other holding her open. The head popped in.

Joe Vic fought to keep his eyes open. Rue slowly slid down. Gradually moving down, slowly, very slowly. She finally stopped, took a deep breath and waited for her body to adjust to the intrusion. Joe Vic bit his bottom lip. The urge to howl was growing steadily. One tentative thrust caused Rue to moan. That was enough initiative for her. She set the rhythm rising and falling slowly, him snapping his hips up to meet her with each drop. The only sounds that filled the room were the ambient noises of rain falling on the earth and the lonely sounds of the frantic breathing.

“Ohh! Awwww! Ahhh!” Rue’s moaned turned into yells as he pushed deeper.

“Keep hittin’ it ba-ba-baby!” She moaned. He guessed he hit her internal sweet spot. His hands clutched tightly at her hips, nearly lifting her up and down. Joe Vic’s eyes traveled from the bouncing of her breast as she rode him to the wet streaks being formed on his stomach as he continued to sink inside her. Over and over again. It was so tight and hot. Tighter than any pussy he’d ever been in.

He was moved his hand to jack her. But, with a startled yell, Rue shot all over his stomach. Her hot come jetted out, smacking the surface of his rippling stomach. She began to sag, her body bowing towards him. It was like a leaf swaying in the wind.

He held her close as he continued to move. Hands gripped her hips, hard enough that she knew bruises her inevitable. His strokes stopped being so long and hard, instead they shortened in length but remained the same in intensity. Her body was racked by more bouts of pleasurable jolts as he continued to rub over her sweet spot.

Joe Vic knew he was going to come at any moment. Her head fell into the crook of his neck. Dark sweaty curls cascaded over his shoulder. The fire low in his belly boiled. He wanted to come. The pleasure of being inside Rue was countered by the displeasure that he couldn’t actually shot his load deep inside her. That baser side-the animal instinct howled in dissatisfaction as his massive cock trembled and spewed hot white jets of cum into the tip of the condom. The eruption seemed like it was going on forever. Long and hard.

Rue gasped for breath in his ear. He held her tight. Joe Vic dropped lazy kisses along the side of her neck and sun-kissed shoulders. She turned to face him. Her lips swollen, eyelids heavy; he kissed her deeply. A slick pop echoing throughout the room as they broke apart.
“Did I uncomplicated it?” He stroked his fingers in her hair.

“Yeah, cher. You did.” She tried to pull away but he just held he close. Joe Vic listened to her drift off into a light sleep. His held her close, enjoying the feel of her body on his and the fit of his cock inside her. If he analyzed this experience, other people would say that he’d lost his mind. Surely, he did, because what he’d just experienced was the best thing ever. The look of Rue’s face. Her smell. Her skin. All of it excited him, he could live with her dick, because it was part of her. He’d never held dick, except his own.. Real men didn’t want to touch other guys’ dicks, but he seriously wanted to touch hers. And there were no doubts that he was a real man.

His eyes grew heavy. That word loomed again, poking out from the corners of his mind. He thought he could actually love her. It wasn’t a bad thought to have just as he drifted off to sleep.

TBC/?
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