He leaned forward to press his forehead gently into mine. For a minute it felt like old times. The Joe of my childhood, who had always been right there to protect me. I let that safe feeling wash over me.

As a child, those had been the moments I’d lived for, the harbor of Joe’s big, strong arms. He’d always had the power to make everything better, no matter how terrible the situation. I’d loved him for that…

“I’m a big girl now. And I’ve learned how to take care of myself,” I said, sounding calmer than I felt. He was so damned close, making my skin tighten into goosebumps in spite of the heat. “I know I take risks, Joe,” I said quietly. “It’s how I made it on my own for the last four years. No family… not much Dean… no you…”

He caught the back of my neck in one warm hand and let his fingers tangle in my hair. My breath caught... sharp, audible… and his fingers pulled my head back. He was close, way too close. I could heard the harsh sound of his own breathing and a warm gush of fluid soaked my panties in response.

“Risks are what make it all worth the struggle, Joe.” The words came out in a rough whisper, sexier than I intended. “There’s fear… but there’s exhilaration, too…,” I said. My face was inches from his, my throat arched and vulnerable. I met his eyes, my gaze as intense and demanding as his. “Maybe there are too many risks in my life, Joe. I’ll give you that one. But maybe there haven’t been enough of them in yours.”

He kissed me the way a thunderstorm breaks. A second of calm… a feeling of timelessness, followed by a crashing violence with a power all its own. I felt myself lift up… and I felt the rock hard heat of his cock underneath me. His lips never left mine, his hands must have shifted me from my seat to his lap. The whole world was spinning out of control and there was nothing to stop it. My tiny skirt hiked up to my waist and I felt his long, hard fingers push my thin panties aside…

“Fuck you, Maggie,” he ground out against my mouth. I bit into his lip and heard him moan. “Fuck you back, Joe,” I said without letting him go. I ground my hips against his hand, making it slick with my wetness.

He pushed one long finger inside me and I was lost. I didn’t know what drove us on harder… how much was passion, and how much was anger? I only knew he wanted me as powerfully as I wanted him. He pulled back to watch me, as he pushed in one more finger. I went dizzy with the sensation, but I held his eyes. If he needed to see, then I was going to show him.

“You’re tight,” he rasped out. “Hot, fucking tight…” He pushed in deep and I felt my eyes flutter and my legs begin to shake.

“Am I the first man inside you?” he growled against my throat. His fingers kept moving… punishing me, rewarding me… “Tell me Maggie, I need to know…”

“Yes,” I gasped out. “No one else has ever touched me… I wanted this… I wanted you…”

“This is madness, Maggie,” he answered back, but I could hear the pleasure in his voice along with the warning. “We can’t do this…”

“Because I haven’t done it before?” I shot back, pushing my dripping wet pussy hard into his palm. “Teach me… I’m a fast learner…”

“Because once we start, I won’t be able to stop. Because I could hurt you, Maggie. Because I want you so much I can’t think…”

The sound of tires on the drive stopped him short. There was a sweeping flash of headlights and the next thing I knew, I was back in my own seat and Joe was trying to tug my skirt back down into place.

“Hey guys.” Dean tapped against the car window. “I just thought I’d make sure you two hadn’t come to blows.” Joe opened the door and got out, giving me a few moments to recover myself.

“We’re fine,” I heard him say. “Your sister can be very persuasive… although I still don’t like the idea.”

I got out, trying to look as normal as Joe sounded. But my knees felt unsteady, and I had to rest a hand on the hood of the car. “We are fine,” I said. “And this job is going to be a hell of a success, I promise you.” I looked back and forth between the two men. “Great rewards come from great challenges,” I said confidently. “And I want both. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got one hell of a day ahead of me tomorrow.”

I headed for the cottage without looking back, closing the door and listening until I heard both cars eventually disappear down the drive. I locked the door, leaning against it to keep me from sagging to the floor. Facing Dean had taken everything I had left. I was hot and exhausted, weary of the tug of war Joe and I seemed to be playing. I peeled of my top and let my skirt and panties fall on the floor. My body was throbbing with pent-up frustration. I headed for the shower and turned the cold on full blast.

“Fuck you, Joe,” I said into pounding stream of water. “Fuck you for not fucking me…”

I ran my hands over my breasts and down my belly. I could still feel the sensation of his fingers inside me. They’d been thick and long, but not like his cock would be… I could still feel the huge, hard outline of him, pressed against my panties…

One of my friends in the dorm had a collection of cock shots in her phone, and had shown me one night when she’d had too much to drink. A few beers and they’re all pretty happy to show it off, she’d said. I’d been shocked at the size of some of them. But none had been like Joe. None of them could ever be like Joe…

I closed my eyes and squeezed my pussy tight. My walls were tender, opened and stretched for the first time. I touched a fingertip to my clit and rolled it in circles. I trembled, remembering the sensation of how it had felt, pressing and rubbing it into Joe’s calloused palm. In minutes, I was right on the edge. It had been too long… I had waited too long… There was so much inside me, raging like a storm, impatient and lustful…

And ready to break free…