Author: Jen
Author's Note: Please Read and Review
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.
A/N: If Joey never moved in with Chandler, then how does he meet the gang?
Her eyes linked with his from across the room. She could no longer hold back a smile and turned to hide it from him. He must have seen because when she looked back up at him, he had a smile spread across his face. He began to walk over to her. She felt her face blushing already.
"Hi," he stopped in front of her. She almost didn't hear him over the loud music and commotion in the club. "I'm Joey." He put out his hand. She shook his hand and responded with her name, "Rachel."
"Hey, do you want to go somewhere to talk?"
She wasn't fooled by his tacky line, but she didn't want to pass up this opportunity. She nodded at him and he led the way out. They walked outside, to the parking lot. She shivered at the chilled air. He quickly took off his jacket and offered it around her shoulders. She shyly accepted it. She wrapped the black leather coat snugly around herself.
"Where are you from?" he asked.
"Here, born and raised in the city," She told him. "What about you?"
"Grew up in Queens, but I'm living here now. I'm an actor." He made sure to point out. She could tell he was a bit full of himself, as all the guys at the club probably were.
"Really, wow," she made an effort to sound intrigued. She was only slightly interested since she didn't recognize him from anything. Although, she did like the sight of him and, under the moon's glow, she could now easily study his attractive features. She didn't really mind that he was only stalling until he could make a move on her. In fact, since sex is what she came here for she decided to speed things up. "Where were you planning on taking me?" He only looked at her with forged misunderstanding.
"I'm guessing anywhere with a flat surface or a door that locks."
His eyebrows raised and he tried to hold back a smirk.
"What are you trying to say?" he asked.
"That I'm okay with it. I was hoping for a good time too," she explained to him and he understood completely. He kept his composure and stuffed his hands into his pockets. She looked back at him challengingly.
"So, you think I'm just like every other guy, just waiting for sex."
She shrugged, "Am I wrong?" His jaw clenched together while he debated his answer.
"So, it's no different for you. You have no faith that I could actually be interested in you and not only a one night stand. There's no way I could make a lasting impact on you than those other guys – as long as I 'get the job done?'"
She smirked at him, he was a smooth talker.
"Well, some of them were better than others, but… not enough to make a lasting impression."
"Well, that's too bad…" he bit his lip back and his words grew fainter as he spoke. He actually sounded disappointed. She worried for a second he was being truthful, until he finished his sentence, "cause I'd bet anything I'll be better than all those other guys." His voice matched his devilish smile. She let out a breath of relief, 'I guess he is an actor'.
"Oh, you think you're that good are you?" She played back.
He stepped dangerously close to her and leaned into her ear.
"I bet, I can make you wet…without even kissing you," he seductively whispered. She gulped, feeling her mouth suddenly go dry. She straightened up and purposely chuckled at him.
"Okay, I'll take that bet, where to?" she matched his luring tone and could see the sudden spark of thrill in his eyes.
"How about my car," he suggested and they then found their way to his car. He opened the backseat door for her.
"Might as well have more room," he noted when she looked at him. She shook her head at him as she got in. He hurried in behind her and shut the door. He sat incredibly close to her. His leg weighed against her, he rested his arm along the tops of the back seats. His face leered inches away from hers. She was conscious of the sound of her breathing now.
"No kissing, remember?" she tried.
"Not yet," he said with a gleam in his eye. "But I never said no touching," he added and brought his hand to her face. He let his fingers gingerly caress her check. His fingers traveled down her neck, so light, it nearly tickled her like a feather. He stopped at the collar of his jacket that remained around her shoulders. He allowed his hand to start tugging at it until she dipped her shoulder to let it fall. She did the same with the other side and he stared at her strapless dress that was hiding her body. His gaze shockingly had an effect on her. She began blushing when he would not tear his eyes away. It was more the connotation behind them; she knew what he was thinking about.
Suddenly, she felt his hand behind her neck. It was tingling down her back slowly as he spoke in a hushed tone.
"I was envisioning you naked – have you done that with me yet?" And then she twitched when she felt his other hand on her thigh, traveling upward until it reached the brim of her dress. Now she was also undressing him in her mind, not meaning to, until he slid his hand under her dress and stroked the inside of her thigh. It instantly sent a shock to her most feminine place. Somehow he moved even closer and his lips practically lay on her neck, but without touching her.
"How does that feel?" he purposely breathed on her neck so the warm air would haze over her. She tried not to shiver. He reached his hand even further up her thigh, but refused to touch her where she now so badly wanted him to. He slid his hand out from under her dress and rested it on her knee as his other hand journeyed down her body. It skimmed along her collar bone and then over her breasts, to her stomach, and right above the spot he was slowly, but surely evoking immense arousal.
"I want to see how excited you get?" He leaned his body over her and the pressure affected her to lie down. He didn't follow her and instead stayed where he was. She looked up at him from her position, anxiously awaiting his next move. He spread her legs and she sensed a tingle in between them instantly. He was pushing up her dress so that it forcefully clamped around her hips. He looked down at her delicate thong. Her leg jerked unexpectedly when he teased her entrance through the light fabric. He began firmly stroking his finger against her. She murmured a soft moan. He took delight in any sign of enjoyment from her.
"Do you like that?"
She hesitated before admitting 'yes' to him. He grinned at her. He was now removing her thong, sliding down her legs. He looked appreciatively at her, her skin was burning. Again, he wouldn't tear his gaze away from her, although this time he had something to look at, not just picture in his head. His finger returned to lightly stroking her. It was still such a playful touch and she needed more. She controlled herself from pushing her hips up, not wanting to give in to his satisfaction so quickly. He leaned over her now as he continued to touch her not nearly enough. His face shadowed over hers, he could watch her every reaction to what he was doing. For the time being, it wasn't so difficult to keep her face vacant.
"Tell me if this feels good?" He wanted to hear her say it. She merely nodded with a smile knowing she wasn't obeying. Unfortunately, he held the power here.
"Tell me how this feels?" He slid a finger into her. A moan escaped from her throat.
"Goood," she whimpered as he slid his finger in and out of her enticingly slow.
When he slid a second finger into her and glided them in and out more rapidly, she became wet.
"Is this making you excited?"
"Yes - ahhh," She sighed and she was so close. She was pulsing and dripping wet, but then he pulled his fingers out of her. She looked up at him wondering why in the world he would do that, annoyed with him. A wide grin crossed his face.
"I win," he smirked. She didn't have time for his childish bets anymore. She sat up abruptly and stared him straight in the eye.
"Congratulations, do you want to stop?" she asked and then began stroking him through his pants. She pushed down on him aggressively, stroking him harshly, he quickly got hard.
"No," he said in a rugged breath. Seeing him aroused turned her on even more. She started undoing his pants. She saw the bulge pop out of his unfastened jeans. She smiled at him and then simply laid back down. She could see him showcase a mischievous grin before rising up to push his pants down. He didn't take the time to get them off and instead shoved his pants and underwear down as far as he needed. He swiftly rested over her and she felt his excitement press up against her. He rubbed down on her a couple times to stimulate some more moans from her, which again he received happily; smiling proudly.
"You really like… seeing how… excited you can make a person… don't you," She said in between jagged breaths.
"You should see yourself excited," he said and rubbed more vigorously against her. She was moaning and making all kinds of pleading sounds when he paused. They watched each other as he slid inside her. She gasped at his size and wrapped her arms around him. It surprised her when he progressed by moving heartbreakingly slow. She could feel electric volts run through her body as he carefully moved up and down on her. She usually preferred it fast, but he was allowing her to experience each move he made and she enjoyed each of his movements thoroughly. He bent down and kissed her for the first time. She tasted his salty lips mush to hers. She kissed him back hungrily, liking his lips a lot. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and they explored each others mouths for a few moments before he began to lose control. He broke away from their kiss and held a pained expression. He was trying to hold back, but her needs were awakening as well. She pushed her hips against him and he responded by picking up the pace. She wasn't prepared for the increasingly fast rate he was moving and she gripped him tighter. Her moans grew louder and louder, he began grunting as he got faster and harder. He slammed into her again and again until her walls were tightening around him. This only turned him on more as she came through a strong orgasm. He thrusts into her a few more times before he finally had his own powerful release. He let out a loud moan along with her as his juices filled her. He was breathing heavily on top of her, she stroked his back comfortably. He lifted himself off her and stood on his knees. He was actually just trying not to crush her while catching his breath, but she read him wrong and gladly took him into her mouth. She wasn't expecting the helpless sounds that soon came from him and she sucked faster. She added her hands to feel him underneath and he erratically held on to the seats to keep his balance. She never thought she would like hearing him moan her name so much. He released again with a loud grumble and she gave him time to abide the lasting effects. She scooted over to her side of the backseat. He finally relaxed and then sat down to still his breathing some more. She snuggled closer to him, stroking his chest; which made her notice they never removed his shirt and her dress was still on, pushed drastically up her hips.
"Thank you," he said, which caught her off guard. He didn't seem like one to express gratitude.
"You were right, you are good," she complimented him, seeing him take it conceitedly.
"Well, you know… I have had some practice," he licked his lips into a perfect smile.
"I'm sure," she laughed. They rested in silence for a few minutes. He put his arm around her, soothing her more than she would think. She picked her head up from his shoulder.
"Want to go again?"
His eyes widened surprised.
"Yeah?" he asked excitedly.
"I like seeing you excited too," she purred near his ear and then met his lips as they fell back down onto the seat again.
A few days later ~
Rachel was out with Monica and Phoebe, shopping in the city. They already held multiple bags and were searching for a place to grab some lunch. They found a sandwich shop and decided to take a look. They went up by the line of people to get a look at the menu. When the line shifted, a customer walking away from the register dropped all of their utensils, everyone turned to the ringing sound of the silverware hitting the floor. Rachel almost turned back before doing a double take back to the line. Now, just about right next to them, in line, was Joey.
"Oh, uh… Joey?" she spoke without thinking.
He turned and smiled after recognizing her.
"Hey, Rachel, how are you?" he said very cheerfully.
"Good, good and you?"
"Good." He seemed happy to run into her. She turned to her friends.
"These are my friends Monica and Phoebe - girls this is uh Joey; I met him at the club last week." She acted as if she hadn't told them every detail of that night, hoping he wouldn't catch on.
"Hi!" They both greeted him a little too joyously and Rachel feared he get the indication. Instead, Joey showed off an incredibly charming smile and said, "How you doin'?" His voice was low and appealing when he said it. Rachel felt butterflies spurt into her stomach before she was suddenly taken over with jealously that he was hitting on her friends. They giggled at him playfully. Rachel looked at them accusingly until they stopped fearfully.
"Well, anyway, this is crazy that I ran into you," she told him.
"Yeah – hey, why don't I give you my number and maybe we could hang out again some time," he offered. The thought of seeing him again and possibly repeating their night together was enough to get Rachel to eagerly snatch her phone out of her purse. She handed it to him and he laughed at her, under his breath, as he entered his number into the phone.
"Okay I'll call you sometime," he said and she retrieved the phone from him with a smile engulfing her face. He continued on in the line and Rachel noticed Monica and Phoebe admiring his ass as he stepped up to the counter.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she hissed at them.
"Oh, come on, he's hot – we're just looking," Phoebe declared.
"We're leaving," she said and led them home.
"So, what are you gonna do if he calls?" Monica asked. The three girls sat around the kitchen table as Monica laid out heated up leftovers for them.
"Hopefully more of what we did the last time I saw him," Rachel blushed. They smirked while giving her a look.
"But do you really like him or you just want to sleep with him?" Monica inquired.
"I'm not sure yet, but at least for now he is definitely hands off."
"Yeah, yeah, he's yours we got it," Phoebe said. Rachel smiled at the sound of Joey being hers and wondering if she was actually falling for him.