Finally seeing the skyline of the city filled me with so much joy I about cried. Horses are terribly uncomfortable to ride, and if we had to go any longer I might've given up.
Ellie doesn't seem to mind, maybe it's her lack of balls. Which I keep having to adjust so I don't crush them underneath me. How the hell did cowboys do this every single day? They must've been numb down there.
Ellie and Joel were talking about something I'm sure. I was too busy marveling at the city. Something about the overgrowth and the tall buildings is incredible to see. We pass a theater. Some movie called "Underworld" is playing, and whatever the hell "School of Rock" is. I wonder what it'd be like to sit in a movie theater and watch a movie. Probably pretty cool.
We continue on until we're in some sort of neighborhood tucked away in between the sky scrapers. Once the horse is pulled to a stop I eagerly jump to the floor, grabbing my crotch uncomfortably.
"Fuck that hurt." I groan, Joel smiles. "How did that not hurt you? Is it really just me?"
"Yeah it's just you." Joel playfully hits me on the shoulder as I scowl.
Ellie takes off pretty quickly,
"Ellie? Where' the hell you goin!" Joel shouts, Ellie flips around.
"To find someone who knows something!"
"Get back here so we can make a plan!" Ellie sighs, walking back to us.
"Alright, now if you're gonna go alone meet us back right here in thirty minutes. If you aren't here we'll come lookin' for you."
"Alright, see you soon."
Ellie takes off like bull, it's actually kind of scary how determined she is. I'd hate to get on her bad side that's for sure.
"Follow me." Joel said, less of a question. More of a demand than anything.
"Ugh. It's so cold." I rub my hands together, stuffing them into my pockets.
"Maybe you should've worn more than a tank-top under that sweater."
"Says the guy who's wearing a T-shirt under that." He always wears T-Shirts. It's his signature.
I look around for any motion, any clues to the whereabouts of some cult.
"You don't hear me whinin?" I look away and see one building that isn't blocked up. Some name is on the front but it's so covered with vines all I can read is RA.
"There. Let's try that store." Joel looks over to it with me, scratching his beard. I love his beard. Makes me wild.
"Alright, you first." I wander over and find the door unlocked and pushable. Which is rare nowadays. I step inside, the place has a hole in the ceiling. Greenery is pouring in from it, along with some light.
Just as I entered the door Joel grabs me, turning me around and pushing me against a wall.
Still wet from the rain, Joel attempts to put me in a headlock as we fall laughing onto the moss coated floor, I throw an elbow into Joel's ribs, slightly harder than the situation required.
"Oof." Joel grunts out. "Motherfucker!"
Grinning widely, he wrestles me onto my back and straddles my chest. Then he shoves his dick into my face. When he got it out I'm not sure.
My mouth opens, my tongue sliding out to taste the tip that's already weeping. I like the taste. Looking up all I see is the shadow of Joel and the cock in my face. It's slightly scary.
I open my mouth wider, lifting my head from the floor to swallow more of Joel's length down, wanting to feel it in my throat. I lift my eyes to Joel's face, of which is looming above me with eyes darkened with lust, brown hair glinting in the daylight.
Our eye contact breaks when Joel thrusts his hips forward, plunging further down my throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, and drops his chin to his chest with a moan. My gag reflex begins to stir, a muffled cough emits as I choke slightly around him.
Joel quickly withdraws, causing me to again lift my head, greedily chasing the fullness.
"Sorry baby. You're doin' a little too good though. That mouth is sinful." Joel rubs his thumb over my cheek lovingly, slowly stroking down my throat and gently squeezing - not to inhibit airflow, but a reminder that he could, if he wanted it. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
"Not your baby. But you can be mine." I reply with a smirk, eyebrows wiggling suggestively as I lick my bottom lip. I love any opportunity to tease Joel, knowing that I will ultimately be the victor with the spoils, once Joel is sufficiently riled up. He deserves it for all the times he does it to me.
Joel grabs my wrists and lifts them above my head, pushing them down against the moss and holding them with one hand.
"Open your mouth." He commands.
I instinctively lower my jaw and stick my tongue out, knowing what is coming next, pleasure.
Joel slides his way down my body, dragging his teeth and tongue across my chest as he passes, until he is kneeling between my spread thighs, one hand creeping under my ass and his thumb stroking at my rear, the other stretched up above me, holding my wrists above my head.
"You want a spit fuck or a lubed up fuck?" I question, leaning down to gently brush his lips over him with a tenderness that just doesn't match up with the line of questioning.
"We have lube?" I ask,
"I always bring it with us."
"Well then. How 'bout both?"
Joel reaches over to his backpack with his free hand and snags the small bottle labeled "Astroglide".
After a quick coating of lube, Joel's finger slides inside me easily, it's been over a decade. My body has gotten quite used to Joel's fingers. Another finger slides in, both quickly hooking upwards to press against my prostate for a quick rub against the sensitive nerves, eliciting a small whine from me.
"You gonna poke around down there all day or are you gonna get on me?" I manage to grunt out with more composure than I feel.
Grinning, Joel pushes one of my thighs up against my chest, leaning forward and holding it in place with the force of his body, ankle over my shoulder by my ear, then he moves the other knee back so it is almost pushed into the moss under my armpit, and places my foot firmly against his upper chest, sweetly kissing my ankle as he moves his hand away.
I love this position, it creates a nice angle that's for sure, but placing my foot above Joel's pectoral gives me a feeling of power. A feeling I love.
His body is so hot, it's a thrill to see it working above me like this. My eyes skim over the expanse of tan sweaty skin above him, firmly muscled with rounded edges, a thick mat of hair covering his chest. My eyes flick up to his face, strong jaw, soft pink lips with a perfect mustache. His usually brown eyes are almost black, pupils dilated as he looks down at me in pure lust.
Applying a light coating of lube, Joel pushes at my entrance, slipping inside me with little resistance, as I release a guttural moan, enjoying the stretch of my muscle around him.
"Jaden." Joel breathes. "You feel so good. You're so good for me baby." Joel turns his head to kiss my ankle again, the only part of me close enough for his lips to reach.
Joel releases his grip from around my wrists, but I know better than to move my arms from where they are, pinned above my head. I arch my back by pushing my foot against Joel's chest, changing the angle so Joel's pushing so much deeper inside me.
With my thighs pinned down against my chest, I suddenly find myself empty, as Joel abruptly pulls out and leans down to spit loudly on my hole, then quickly goes at me again, barely breaking his stride.
My eyes widen at the intensity of the sensations, luxuriating in the feeling of being used almost as a toy for Joel to enjoy.
I find myself floating in delirium as Joel slides smoothly within me, occasionally withdrawing fully and pushing back in, often taking a moment to look at me.
"Yeah. Youre doing so great baby. You're perfect for me."
I preen at the compliment, my preference to make my husband happy overriding my own horny desire to get off. I clench as Joel pushes deeper inside me, almost folding me in half as Joel pushes on the back of my thighs.
I push out a deep breath, the heat building deep in my stomach, my neglected dick dripping onto my belly. Joel's breath is hot on my face, the grunts emanating from him are making me salivate.
"I'm getting close big guy." I groan,
"Don't you dare come yet." Joel groans.
"You ain't in charge here."
Joel chuckles darkly. "Oh really? You think you're in the position of power right now?" as he trails his hand firmly from my temple, across my cheek, and down to grip my throat, gently squeezing at the sides.
Joel pushes harder, thrusting only a few more times before he reaches his climax inside me, the warmth pushing deep inside my body. Joel moans and pants his way through his orgasm.
"What the fu... did you just... Motherfucker!"I splutter wildly. Did he just finish?
"Calm down baby. It's not your turn yet. I'm not done wit' you."
"Not your fuckin' baby." I grumble. "Better not be fuckin' done."
Clearly ignoring the anger in my tone, Joel slides himself out of me, whatever he was looking at he likes it. And that wet feeling streaming down my ass gives me a good idea of what he was looking at.
Joel shuffles down, kissing and licking my body as I groan, grabbing mouthfuls of flesh and sucking dark marks into my skin. He mouths over my firm belly, laving his tongue over the freckle above my belly button, raking his blunt fingernails up and down the ultra-sensitive skin of my stomach, pinching my nipples and rolling the firm buds between his fingertips, I didn't like it. I don't like the choking neither.
"My dick isn't gonna suck itself." I complain.
Joel laughs, and grasps my cock firmly, sliding his foreskin up over the wet head of his cock and slowly back down again. "Patience, sweetheart." Joel spits messily onto my cock with a lecherous look.
He slides his mouth down the entirety of my length, plunging down until I felt the tip of his nose press against me. I swear my soul left my body for a moment.
Joel's hand slips back down to cover my own hand, then without warning he forces my two fingers and his two fingers inside me at once.
"Jesus... Christ, Joel! Warn a guy!" I splutter, almost going cross-eyed at the feeling of four fingers in me. My taint is being massaged from the outside, my prostate is being stroked from the inside and I'm getting a BJ from one of the most attractive men I've ever seen.
Throw in the filthiness of the fact that my ass is already dripping with Joel's stuff, and I think that this is as close to heaven as I could ever be. Don't imagine when I die god will look at the gay thing happily.
I'm so hard in Joel's mouth, it's almost painful. I'm starting to see stars, my vision blurring and my ears start to ring as my orgasm begins to overtake all of my senses.
My come is being sucked out of me by Joel's expert mouth, a mix of saliva and come trickling from the corners of his lips.
"That was... I... fuck that felt good." I groan, stumbling to my feet alongside Joel. He didn't spit my stuff out, did he swallow it..?
He handed me a rag, I wiped myself down. We definitely need to bathe the both of us. Just as I slip my sweater back on I see the logo for this store. The remaining letters that is,
"RadioShack... Sounds stupid." Sounds like a garage that your uncle sells shit out of.
"Yeah. Never actually went into one of these, well I actually might've with Ellie." Why would he have ever gone into a RadioShack with Ellie? What?
"Seriously? What's the deal? What happened? Why won't you just tell me?" We're married for fucks sake and he's being all secretive like a teenager.
"I don't know what happened alright." He blurts out, sliding down a wall and sitting on the floor.
"Just tell me. I won't judge." I join him on the ground, a hand on his thigh.
"...I needed some supplies. While in the QZ, I was promised a cache if I made a delivery to the Fireflies." Joel shook his head, "Ellie was that delivery."
"What'd they want with her?" Why'd they ever want some little girl? At that time she couldn't have been older than thirteen.
"She's immune."
"Bullshit." I reply, nobody's immune. That's why the whole fucking world ended. If people were immune none of this would've happened.
"She got bit when she was younger. Nothin' happened. They thought... Well. I was supposed to take her to the fireflies and walk away."
"Yeah?" I mumble,
"You go halfway across the country with someone. She needed her immunity to mean something. Maybe I was starting to buy into that whole cure business. Or maybe I just wanted to do right by her."
"I'd say you have. She loves you. I can see that." She looks at him with such admiration. They joke with eachother in that insulting way close people do. It's like she's really his daughter...
"And then we made it. We found the fireflies. Because of her... they were actually gonna make a cure. The only catch... it'd kill her."
I pause, song with Joel. His brow furrows, his expression unreadable and concerning. I've never seen him make that face. Ever. It's... Unnerving.
"Jesus Christ Joel. What'd you do?"
"I saved her."