APRIL 2ND 2004
AOIFE
MY BACK HIT the wall of the empty corridor outside of the bathrooms, moments before Joey’s body came crashing against me.
“You don’t get it, Molloy,” he growled as his lips claimed mine, hands moving straight to my hips, as he dragged my hips roughly against his. “I’m broken in the head. I don’t work right. I get hooked. I get so fucking addicted, and if we keep this up, I won’t let go. I won’t be able to.”
If he intended to scare me, then he’d failed. His words had the opposite effect.
“Good,” I breathed. “Because I don’t want you to.”
“Fuck, Molloy.”
Reclaiming his mouth with mine, I yanked and pulled at the hem of his shirt, knowing that my behavior was beyond reckless, but desperate to feel his skin.
He had been trying so hard to stay on track lately, and I had every intention of rewarding him for his efforts.
Sliding my hands under his shirt, I reveled in the sharp hiss that tore from his lips when my cold hands connected with his hot skin. “Jesus, you’re freezing.”
“Then warm me up,” I breathed against his lips, as I reached out and guided his big hands to my ass. “Because I want you.”
“Keep it up,” he warned, giving me a tight squeeze. “And you’ll have me.”
That was a thrilling thought.
“Good.”
He rocked against me. “You want me?”
“Uh-huh.”
He pushed his knee between my legs, spreading them. “How bad?”
I roughly dragged my nails down his stomach. “So bad.”
And then his hand was under my dress, brushing the fabric of my thong aside, moments before he slid two fingers deep inside of me. “You want this?”
My breath hitched. “Joe.”
He did something with his fingers then, something wonderful that sent a full body tremor straight through me. “Spread your legs.”
Shivering, I let my head fall back against the wall, and opened my legs.
“Wider.”
“Joe I —’
He thumbed my clit and growled, “Wider.”
Reckless, I hitched one leg up, and, resting my heel on the wall at my back, I completely bared myself to him.
“Good girl.”
“Asshole.” An illicit shiver rolled through me. “Hey, Joe?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t hurt me, okay?”
His hand stilled inside of me and he frowned. “Am I hurting you now?”
“No. What you’re doing feels amazing.” Breathless, I shook my head and encouraged him with my hips to keep going. “Just don’t hurt me like my dad hurts my mam, okay?”
He stilled again. “Molloy.”
“Don’t stop,” I groaned, rocking into his touch. “I want you.”
“I won’t do that to you.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “I promise.”
“Good.” Exhaling a ragged breath against his lips, I bucked my hips and grinned. “Now shut up and make me cum.”
“Fuck my fingers,” he replied, tongue snaking out to trace my bottom lip before he claimed my mouth with his. “Help me stretch this tight little pussy.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Fuck me, Joe.”
“I will.”
“Fuck me now.”
“I will, Molloy.”
“Yes.”
“But not tonight.”
“Joe.”
“You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
Shaking his head, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to my lips. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“Then don’t stop,” I encouraged breathlessly, reaching between my legs to push his fingers deeper inside of my body. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Howdy, lovebirds. Don’t mind me. I’m just on my way to send a salmon up the river.”
“Oh my god!” I strangled out, hands moving to push my dress back down, as Joey reluctantly tore his hand away.
Furious, Joey swung around to glare at the huge blond guy, in a Tommen uniform, who was grinning at us. “Do you want popcorn, asshole? Get the fuck out of here.”
“No, no, I have everything I need,” he replied, still grinning wolfishly at us. “But I may be of some assistance to you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and held it out to Joey. “Because sex is fun and all that, but it’s best practiced with a glove on your d—’
“Are you serious?” I laughed, flustered and amused by the strange boy. “We’re not having sex.”
“Yet,” the blond lad chuckled with a wink.
“Listen, prick,” Joey snarled, bristling. “I don’t know how things work in that posh school of yours, but where I come from, you get your ass kicked for pulling a stunt like this. So if you don’t start walking the fuck away from me and my girl, I’m going to rip your head off your shoulders and feed it to your asshole.“
“Gibs!” an even taller, dark-haired boy snapped from the doorway, thankfully interrupting us. “Would you leave them alone, ya weirdo. They don’t need your running bleeding commentary.”
“Hey, Cap,” this Gibs lad said in a cheerful tone. “I was only providing some safety precautions.”
The dark-haired boy’s eyes landed on the condom his friend was holding, and he audibly groaned. “Jaysus.”
With a shake of his head, he stalked down the corridor and quickly clamped an arm around his buddy.
“Excuse my flanker,” he told us, as he led the blond lad back towards the lounge. “He’s like a bleeding Labrador. Completely harmless, with zero awareness of social cues and etiquette.”
“I was only being friendly,” the blond lad argued as his friend led him away. “It’s nice to be nice, Johnny.”
“Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?”
“Don’t do it?”
“Exactly.”
The lounge door closed behind them, and Joey turned to look at me. “Did that really just happen?”
I choked out a laugh and shrugged. “I think so?”
