Laughing against his lips, I pushed myself up on my elbows, and watched as he knelt between my legs and quickly dragged his t-shirt off, before moving for my blouse.
I didn’t let it get in my way or sour my mood that he could flick the buttons off a blouse and unsnap a bra quicker than a porn-star. I couldn’t be mad at him for having a past. Besides, he had the good grace to never mention how experienced he was, while I was more than happy to enjoy the perks of said experience.
See; it was a win-win situation all round.
When we were both topless, he grabbed ahold of my hips and dragged me down the bed to where he was kneeling.
“An hour,” he warned, lips claiming mine in the most drugging kiss imaginable. “And then I’m gone.”
“Fine, fine, whatever you say, Joe,” I whispered, and then moaned loudly, when he reached between my jean-clad thighs and roughly cupped me, causing a jolt of pleasure directly to my clit. “Oh, Jesus.”
“Not Jesus; just Joey.”
“Shh.” With my hands knotted in his hair, and my legs locked around his waist, I kissed the lips off the boy on top of me, needing him more in this moment than I thought humanly possible. “Oh, Joe.”
Grimacing in what seemed like a combination of fury and pain, he cupped the back of my head with his big, callused hand, while he reached his free hand between us and deftly popped the button on my jeans.
The zip went down next, and then, by some special sort of magic, he was dragging the fabric down my thighs, while his lips moved to my breasts, tongue flicking over my pebbled nipple, as he licked and suckled me.
When my jeans were off, he kissed a trail back up my body until he found my lips.
Growling into my mouth, he snaked an arm behind my back, and then we were rolling, not stopping until I was the one on top of him.
The move was just so effortless sexy.
“You have some serious moves.” I blew out a shaky breath and took in our surroundings. “You even got your sweats off without me noticing. It’s seriously impressive.”
He smirked up below me, hands moving to tangle with the waistband of my knickers “You’re impressive.”
“I am so wet for you right now,” I admitted, hands moving to rest on his bare chest, as I rocked my hips against his boxer-clad erection. “It’s insane.”
“I know.” He rocked his hips upwards. “I can feel you.”
His words caused me to clench everywhere.
“So.” Trailing a finger down his chest, I stopped when I reached the elastic waistband of his boxers. “What do you want to do now?”
“You tell me, Molloy.” His hands moved to my hips, and he gave me a reassuring squeeze. “You’re calling the shots here.”
“I am?”
“Yeah, you are.” Leaning up on his elbows, he pressed an achingly soft kiss to my neck. “You set the pace on this, and I’ll fall in line with you.”
Fuck me.
I exhaled a ragged breath before asking, “So, if I told you that I wanted us to have sex?”
“Then I’d tell you that I have a condom in my wallet.”
“And if I told you that I just wanted to sit on your lap and look at you?”
“Then I’d tell you feel free to look.”
My heart bucked around wildly.
“Joe?”
“Molloy.”
“Get your wallet.”
His eyes blazed with heat. “That’s the pace you want to set here, Molloy?”
Nodding slowly, I whispered, “Get the condom,” as I climbed off his lap, and settled back down on my bed.
Without a word, Joey did just that. Reaching into his grey sweatpants pocket, and then his wallet, to retrieve a foil wrapper.
Breathless and trembling, I lowered myself onto my back and reached for the waistband of my thong.
“Just don’t hurt me, okay?” I squeezed out, watching as he sheathed his impressively big dick.
Oh god.
“Seriously,” I strangled out, eyes flicking to his, when he closed the space between us, and climbed on top of me. “Be, uh, gentle with me.”
Nodding slowly, he pressed a kiss to my lips and then deepened it, kissing me with so much affection and tenderness, that I felt myself relax into the mattress.
Feeling weakened and aroused, I let my legs fall open to take him inside of me.
Settling between my thighs, he kissed me deeply, as he aligned the thick head of his cock against me.
And that’s when it happened.
“No, wait!” Like the habit of a lifetime I clammed up at the pivotal moment and choked out the words, “I’m sorry…I’ve changed my mind.”
I felt his body tense above me, heard the groan when he buried his face in my neck, and I mentally prepared myself for the backlash I fully expected to come.
It didn’t.
However, something much stranger happened.
Instead, of shouting at me and calling me a cock-tease, like I had been so used to hearing from Paul when we had been in similar positions, Joey pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling back to ask, “Do you want me to get you off anyway?”
My eyes widened. “Huh?”
“Get you off, Molloy,” he repeated, leaning back in to kiss me. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Aren’t you mad?”
He frowned. “Why would I be mad?”
“Because I choked.”
His frown deepened. “And?”
I shrugged. “And I got your hopes up.”
“Jesus.” Chuckling softly, he pressed another drugging kiss to my lips before kneeling back on his haunches, his fully erect dick bouncing around proudly. “You seem to be under the illusion that I’m some sex starved deviant, incapable of spending time with you, unless that time revolves around being between your legs.”
“Aren’t you?”
“You wound me.”
“You want in between my legs, don’t lie.”
“I absolutely want in between your legs,” he wholeheartedly agreed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.”
“Then what are you here for, Joe?”
“Your company.”
“Funny.”
“Your company,” he repeated, unyielding.
“Really?”
“I didn’t come here with the expectation of sex,” he said. “That’s not why I’m here and it’s not why I keep coming back, either.”
“But you do want to?”
“Obviously, I want to.” He gestured to his dick. “But I’m not going to force you into doing something that you have the honesty to admit you’re not ready for.” He blew out a breath and shrugged. “I’d rather you tell me now than regret me after.”
“Wow.”
He heard the word no, took the meaning, and obliged, without complaint or confrontation.
It was so refreshing.
It was such a turn on that I almost regretted saying it.
“I would never regret you, Joe,” I said, sitting up so that our chests were touching. “I couldn’t. Not ever. I care too much.”
“I know.” His eyes burned with heat. “And I know that I’m not good with the words you need to hear from me.”
“I know,” I whispered, understanding. “It’s okay.”
“But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
IT’S TIME TO LAY YOUR CARDS DOWN
MAY 7TH 2004
AOIFE
Joey: Then
Aoife: she
Joey: flicked
Aoife: the
Joey: head
Aoife: of
Joey: his
Aoife: thick
Joey: cock
Aoife: with
Joey: her