The Things No One Else Sees

He was already wishing he could put his life on hold for a couple days so he could spend them with her. The thought that he would have to leave her house in less than eight hours was weighing heavy. Joff consoled himself with the knowledge that he could see her again for dinner. He wouldn't be sleeping in his bed tomorrow night if he had any say in the matter.

Six days in town, two home games, and six nights in her bed. If she let him. He'd always been the one who wanted time away, telling girls that he didn't want to see them every night. Whenever they’d questioned him, he'd fed them a line about the sex being so much better when there was time apart. But he didn't think he'd be happy sleeping alone in his bed knowing that Lucy was a few minutes away in hers.

"You're poking me," she whispered in his ear. The song had ended and transitioned into the next album. They were still swaying gently in the middle of the dark living room. It wasn't really dancing, but she was close and it was perfect.

"Poking you?" he asked, looking down at her.

She shifted her hips and he could feel the pressure on his dick as it hardened further. Oh, poking her. With that.

He pulled her lower body closer so he could grind himself against her. "Sorry, I thought you liked it," he replied before he kissed her neck.

"I love it," she said in a breathy voice that shot straight to his cock, bringing him to full attention.

Joff let go of her and stepped back. "You've got five seconds to get to your bedroom or we're going on the floor right here."

He meant for it to be a joke, but as soon as it came out his mouth he knew it was true. If she stood there for much longer, he was going to rip her panties off and take her on the closest horizontal surface. Her hardwood floors would be hell on his knees, though.

Lucy squealed and turned to run down the hallway. He couldn't stop the smile that spread over his face as he followed her. Why hadn't he done this a couple years ago when he met her for the first time? Why had he been so stupid?

She was kneeling in the middle of her bed, the T-shirt barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her lips were plump and pink from his kisses, and they were turned up into a broad smile.

"You're slow," she told him when he stepped into the room.

"I gave you a head start to even the playing field."

Lucy's laughter was musical, bouncing off the walls. "Do I get a strip tease?"

He raised his brows. "What do I look like? Magic Mike?"

"Actually..." she said, grinning, "You might look a little better than Magic Mike."

Taking another step into the room, he said, "I'll take mine off if you let me watch you take yours off."

"You first," she replied, sitting back on her heels. "You have more clothes on."

Really, he just wanted to rip everything off and slide up inside her. He remembered the feeling very well, and he was anxious to explore it again. "I'm not dancing," he warned her as he pulled the tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt..

Lucy's eyes were huge and her pupils were blown. She licked her lips as he finished with the buttons and shrugged out of the shirt. Joff grinned at her. "I thought you were blasé about getting me naked since you have your own copy of The Body Issue."

"This is me being blasé," she replied, her hands fisted in the hem of her T-shirt.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his slacks before he toed off his shoes. "Better catch up, Lucy."

Her eyes were on his body, and he was loving it. He had her now. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and it felt like such a relief. He had been afraid her feelings didn't run as deep as his or that their sexual chemistry would fizzle out. But that was the furthest thing from reality.

She hiked up the T-shirt and hooked her thumbs into the hips of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. The T-shirt dropped before he could see anything, though. His cock throbbed in response. There was a good chance one or both of them wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

Joff let his slacks drop to the floor and quickly pulled off his socks.

"Jesus, Joff. You look...."

She didn't finish, but he smiled at her because he knew it was a compliment. "I look what? Good? Bad?"

"It's so fortunate you wear clothes. I don't think I can carry on an intelligent conversation with you when I can see..."

He lowered his boxer-briefs and stepped out of them. He'd never been modest or worried about what anyone thought of his body, but he wanted her to like it. When he looked up at her, she was slack-jawed and wide-eyed. "Staring is rude, Lucy."

Her eyes were on his cock. She flicked them back up to look at his face. "I was admiring," she replied, red-faced and flustered.

"Take the shirt off."

"You take it off," she shot back, pulling herself back up to her knees.

Joff stepped up to the bed and grabbed a fistful of the shirt in his hand. Jerking her closer to him, he kissed her hard, letting the urgency and need bleed into the kiss. He wanted to take it off himself, but he also wanted to see her lift it over her head so he could have a moment to look at her body. The little body she'd been hinting at with her snug jeans and fitted T-shirts. "We had a deal. I showed you mine, you show me yours."

When he let go of her, she crossed her hands at her wrists and grabbed the hem of the shirt, lifting it up. Joff stood back and watched her reveal her pale, flawless thighs, the little patch of dark hair that sat over the slit of her pussy, her flat stomach and shapely hips, her little waist that sloped up into her ribcage and tits. They were a generous handful each with light pink nipples that were pebbled and pointing at him. She flipped the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor at his feet.

"Happy now?" she asked, sitting back on her heels again.

He crawled onto the bed and pushed her back into the mattress. "So fucking happy," he whispered in her ear before he ran the flat of his tongue down her neck and across her chest until he arrived at one of her nipples. Gently he took it in his mouth and sucked, tasting the salt of her skin.

"Joff," she gasped, her fingers buried in his hair so she could hold him close while she arched into his mouth.

He dipped a finger inside her spread legs. She was dripping wet. Probably a combination of his attempts at turning her on and the fact that he'd already come inside her. Joff growled as he switched to her other tit. Using his hand, he guided his cock into her and bore down. Instinctively, Lucy's legs wrapped around his waist so she could dig her heels into his ass. Her pussy muscles clenched hard around his dick when she moved her hips. "Fuck, Lucy. I'm gonna come again if you don't stop."

She laughed softly. "I'm not doing anything."

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one of his hands. “You were squeezing me,” he said before slipping his tongue between her lips to taste her. “That’s not playing fair.”

Lucy did it again, squeezing his dick inside her as she lifted her hips up. “Stop teasing me,” she said. He could feel her trying to tug her hands out of his grasp, but he held on tight.

Slowly, he pulled out and pushed back in, savoring how hot and wet and tight she was. “Did you ever think you and I....” He didn’t finished because he got lost in how good it felt to be inside her.

“Never. Even if I always thought you were sexy as hell.”

He chuckled. “Always, eh?”

“I still thought you were a douche. Just a sexy one,” Lucy reminded him with a grin.

Joff slammed into her hard on the next thrust and it wiped the smirk right off her pretty little face. Pleasure parted her lips to pull in a sharp breath while her eyes clouded with heat. “What do you think of me now, Lucy? Still a douche?”

“You’re my favorite person in the entire world,” she whispered softly as she struggled to lift her hips up into his thrusts.

She felt so good he wanted to slow down time and spend the next few hours living in that moment--buried deep inside her heat while she looked up at him with cloudy eyes and told him he was her favorite. Not just anyone’s favorite, but hers. And she was special. Not an easy catch, but worth every second of the time he’d spent. Because it was an investment in his future, not just a fun moment or two in his life.

“I want to deserve to be your favorite person,” he whispered in her ear before pressing kisses down her neck and across her delicate collarbone. “I love you.”

He’d let her hands go and now she was touching him everywhere and it was almost too much. Her soft, little hands ghosting over his biceps and back, his neck and shoulders, his sides and chest. Her short nails scraped gently across his nipples as he ground her down into the mattress. A soft moan tumbled from her lips and he thrust into her again, holding it and pressing her down hard.

“I love you, too, but I think you’re going to kill me. I can’t stand feeling this good.” Her voice was weak and shaky.

“Better than your vibrator?”

“Who says I have a vibrator?” she asked, sounding winded and out-of-breath.

He threw his arm out to the side and jerked open her nightstand drawer. She protested when she heard him fumbling.

“Hey, stop invading my privacy.”

“What’s this, Lucy?” he asked with a grin, sliding up into her and holding still as he displayed the little purple cylinder with a tapered end.

“Back massager,” she replied, bucking up into him. “Come on, Lupul. Don’t stop.”

He laughed, and lifted himself up to kneel between her legs, making sure that he didn’t slide out of her welcoming pussy. “Back to my last name now?”

“Joffrey,” she said with a devious grin, reaching out to slide a hand down his stomach. He could feel muscles jump at her light touch.

“I think this is for...” He paused and twisted the end of the vibrator until it was buzzing in his hand. “This...” he concluded, laying it lightly at the top of her slit, right where her clit was swollen and poking out.

“Joff!” she squealed, grabbing the hand that held the toy, trying to pull it away.

“What? Am I doing it wrong?” he asked with a grin.

“Oh, god, no. You’re doing it right, but it’s too much.”

He pulled out of her until he could see the head of his cock before sliding back in. Really, he wanted to lean in and fuck her so hard he’d break the bed in two, but he wanted her to come first. He pulled out to make a second stroke while the vibrator was buzzing away on her clit and causing interesting sensations in his dick.

Looking down at her, he only saw intense pleasure. Her eyes were shut tight and her head arched back so her chest was on full display, rising and falling so rapidly. “Does it feel good, Lucy?”

Her eyes fluttered open and she leveled her dark gaze on him. “You feel so good,” she whispered. “I’m... so close.”

And then she fell apart and cried out, a wordless animalistic sound that shot straight down his spine and into his dick. He pulled the vibrator away and laid himself over her body, pumping into her while she came around him. It only took a handful of seconds before he pressed his mouth against hers and came, filling her up for the second time that night.

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Lucy was asleep, her face peaceful and her eyelids hiding those magnetic, intelligent, loving eyes. He rested there with his head propped up on his hand and watched her face, every now and then running his eyes down her body to where the sheet covered her, cutting across one pink nipple.

There was an unfamiliar, tight feeling in his chest. Usually that meant anxiety or shame or discomfort. But this was different because it was pleasurable, like there wasn’t enough room in his chest to house the depth of what he was feeling.

When they’d finished, he’d taken her glasses off and laid them on the nightstand. And then they’d both laughed and giggled as they searched through the sheets for the vibrator, which was still buzzing away. He’d found it beside his knee and switched it off before he laid down beside her.

“You know I dreamed about you for twenty-nine years before I saw you,” she’d whispered in his ear.

Joff had smiled and pulled her closer. They were lyrics from The National song that had started their awkward and frustrating dance on the balcony of his house in Newport Beach. But every moment had been worth it if this is where that dance had led.

Now it was almost six-thirty and she’d have to get up soon to go to work. And he missed her already. Just a day, he kept telling himself. You can see her tonight. She has to let you see her tonight.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked. He met her gaze, surprised she had awoken so quietly.

“How crazy I am about you,” he whispered, brushing his lips over her forehead.

“I’m thinking how I don’t want to go to work. I just want to stay here and let you...”

Joff grinned when she trailed off, a blush coloring her pale cheeks, visible even in the pre-dawn light of her bedroom. “Let me what?”

“Love me,” she whispered.

Fuck, he thought, I wonder if she can hear my heart beating.

“I’d kill for that,” he replied, brushing her bangs to the side.

“What are your plans for the day?”

“The gym, thinking about you, practice, thinking about what you look like naked, late lunch with Jacob, wishing I was having lunch with you, sitting at home and waiting for you to get off work so I can come over here and do whatever you want me to.”

She laughed softly. “Whatever I want you to?”

“Oh, you know... hang curtains, open pickle jars, service you sexually, boyfriend stuff.”

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"This is so weird, man," Jacob said, unlocking Lucy's front door.

"Why is it weird?" He had his friend meet him at Lucy's place at two-thirty to let him into her house.

"You and Lucy. Weird. You two spent two years completely ignoring each other because you both thought the other one was an asshole. And now you're... doing it? With my cousin? Gross."

"Who says we did it?" Joff asked, following Jacob into the house and taking the bags from the market into the kitchen.

Jacob sat down on the couch and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. "You're in the best fucking mood ever. And you're sneaking into her place to cook her dinner. Obviously, you got laid."

"I can't be nice just to be nice?"

Jacob raised one brow. "Not this nice." Joff walked back into the kitchen and Jacob followed behind. "Are you just fucking around with her? Because if you are..."

"It's not like that," Joff told his friend.

"She's been through a lot, man. She's not like those other girls."

Joff stowed the chicken in the fridge. "I know. I care about her."

"You care about all of them." Jacob looked unconvinced.

Joff stopped putting the groceries away and turned to face his friend. "I'm in love with her."

Jacob stared at him for a couple beats, his eyes blinking and his mouth hanging open. "What?"

"You heard me," he replied, pulling a bag of mixed greens out and sitting them on the counter. "Where does she keep the bowls?"

Jacob walked over to the cabinet by the fridge and pulled out a large salad bowl.

"Thanks, man," Joff replied, accepting it.

"Serious?"

"Serious about thanking you for the bowl? Yeah, sure."

"Since when are you in love with my cousin?"

Joff pulled a cutting board off a hook on the wall and found a knife in a block on the counter. "I don't know. But I am, so you can back off because my intentions are honorable, DAD."

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