Awakening that familiar yearning that I’d only known with him, I gave my body over to him, trusting him with the only thing that still remained mine, because God knew my heart was his.
“I don’t have anything,” I heard him growl a little while later, as he knelt between my quivering thighs, and rummaged through his wallet. “Fuck!” Hissing out a pained growl, he tossed his wallet across the room and swore like a sailor. “Jesus fucking Christ, this is not happening.” Looking a little devastated, he leaned back on his heels and glared at his naked dick like it had personally insulted him. “Fuck.”
“It’s okay, Joe, I’m on the pill,” I strangled out, reaching up to pull his face back to mine, desperate to have his skin on mine again. “It’s all good. I’m covered.”
“Molloy.” He looked at me with uncertainty. “I don’t.” Blowing out a ragged breath, he confessed, “I’ve never not used a condom.”
“Good.”
Reckless, I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced him to come with me as my back hit the mattress. “Then this is a first for you, too.”
Kissing me deeply, I felt his hand come around my thigh, as he hitched my leg around his waist, and settled in deeper between my legs.
I could feel his hard dick probing my wet folds, as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. His hand slipped between us then, guiding his erection to my entrance.
“Just relax, okay?” Joey whispered against my lips.
And then he pushed inside of my body with one sharp thrust of his hips.
And the pain that emerged from the act?
Oh, sweet merciful baby Jesus, the pain was horrendous.
Crying out against his lips, I felt the stem of tears prickling my eyes, as my entire body locked tight from the sheer shock of it all.
“It’s okay,” he coaxed, claiming my mouth with his once more, as he held perfectly still inside of me. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, nuzzling me with so much affection that I felt like I would drown in him. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Stroking his nose against mine, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to where a tear was trickling down my cheek.
Inhaling a shaky breath, I wrapped my arms around his neck and clutched onto his big body for all I was worth.
Slowly, the pain began to subside, and the tight pressure eased up enough that he was able to move again.
With my legs spread open, he buried himself to the hilt inside of me, and the horrendous pain from moments before changed to a dull throb which grew stronger and more addictive with every thrust of his hips.
My cries had morphed to moans, and my hands moved wildly, touching bare inch of his skin, as he continued to ignite the most fantastic ripple of heat inside of core.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself croak out, urging him to chase after that amazing sensation that only grew with each thrust of his cock.
Every time he stopped, the flame would dim, and it was driving me close to madness.
Jerking my hips restlessly, I clawed at his hips, and tried to pull him closer. “Please, Joe.”
“Don’t beg,” he bit out. “You’re so tight, and I can feel you so much better without a condom … I’m trying really fucking hard not to cum, Molloy. Please don’t fucking beg me.”
Beyond reasoning, I grabbed the back of his head and dragged his face down to mine. “Don’t you dare cum yet.” Biting at his bottom lip, “I hissed. “Fuck me, Joe, fuck me hard and fast.”
“Jesus,” he rasped, plunging his tongue into my mouth, as his hips bucked wildly against my inner thighs, as he stretched me to the point of pain.
If the hurling ever failed Joey Lynch, he would make a mighty fine porn star.
The boy certainly fucked like one.
Reveling in the sensations he evoked from my body, I shook and jerked beneath him, feeling my legs tremble uncontrollably, as the familiar roll of pleasure threatened to wash over me.
“I’m coming,” I cried out, shivering violently as my entire frame clamped up in ecstasy when he pushed me over the ledge with the most amazing thrust of his hips.
Clenching my eyes shut, I shuddered and shook beneath him, as he upped his pace, fucking me so hard that the headboard clattered loudly against his bedroom wall.
“I’m going to cum,” he groaned, hips still thrusting almost manically. “Tell me if you want me to pull out.“
“Don’t you dare,” I groaned, reaching around to grab his ass and drag him in deeper. “Stay in me.”
“You sure – ah fuck!” A flood of heat washed through me then as he released the sexiest, guttural groan I’d ever heard in my entire life.
He was emptying himself inside of me, I realized, and the sensation caused several mini ripples of pleasure to wash over me.
“Jesus,” Joey panted above me, breathing hard and fast, as he looked down at where our bodies were still joined. “Are you okay?” Breathless, he leaned heavily on one arm, while using the other to push my hair out of my face. “You good, Molloy?”
“I think so?” I nodded weakly as my body continued to tremble beneath his. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” Nodding, he leaned in and kissed me. “I’m good.”
I could feel him hardening inside of me again and I tensed. “Don’t even think about it.”
“I’m not,” he laughed, still a little breathless, as he slowly pulled out. “It just happens. I can’t help it.”
“Lovely,” I replied and then groaned when my gaze fell on the blood smeared all over my thighs and his dick and pubic hair. “That’s not embarrassing at all.”
“Huh.” He grinned back at me. “I’ve never taking anyone’s virginity before.”
“And you’ll never take anyone else’s,” I warned him. “That’s your lot, Lynch. Your first, last, and only virgin. You just signed your dick away in a blood oath, buddy.”
“You’re so strange.” He threw his head back and laughed. “I love it.”
“You mean you love me,” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, Molloy.” His eyes burned with sincerity when he said, “That’s exactly what I mean.”
Finally!
WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY
OCTOBER 3RD 2004
JOEY
I held her hand the entire walk from my housing estate to hers. It was the least I could do for the girl considering the monumental sacrifice it must have taken her to let down her walls enough to take me inside of her body.
She played it down, but Tony’s extramarital activities had fucked her up good in the head when it came to trusting men.
Sometimes, I liked the fact that she seemed just as broken as I was.
It made me feel a little less fucked up.
It was her dad’s wandering eyes that had kept her from sleeping with Ricey after a nearly four-year relationship.
And as for us, we’d been together for almost a year now.
Fuck, where had the time gone?
“Slow down,” Molloy grumbled, pulling on my hand, as we crossed the bridge over the river that separated her estate from mine. “It’s your fault I’m walking like a wide-legged cowboy.”
I laughed, because in all honesty, what else could I do?