MAY 7TH 2004
AOIFE
YOU KNOW THE OLD SAYING; don’t poke the bear?
Yeah, I poked him.
Furious at my goading, Joey had decided that the best way to prove that he wasn’t a pussy was by eating mine.
Strewn over the passenger seat of my steamed-up car, which had been fully reclined to the point that my hair was spilling onto the back seat, I rocked my hips against his face, as my fingers clutched at his hair.
“Don’t stop!” As naked as the day I’d been born, and in broad daylight, I gave a grand total of zero fucks, as he drove me to the brink of madness with his fingers and tongue. “Don’t fucking stop, Joe!”
“Ease up on the thigh clenching, Molloy,” he growled, and I looked down to see my thighs squeezing his neck tightly. “You’re cutting off my circulation here.”
“Sorry, sorry,” I cried out, letting my legs fall to his sides, only to feel them spring back up when his tongue flicked over my clit. “I can’t…I can’t…”
“You can either cum or you can kill me,” he warned, prying my thighs open. “You can’t do both.”
“The first one,” I quickly replied, breathless. “I can do the second one later.”
Joey chuckled. “That’s my girl.”
Jesus.
My eyes rolled back of their own accord, and I drowned in the sensations and the unimaginably addictive pulsing of pleasure that he conjured up from deep inside of me.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself cry out as I came hard, shuddering and shaking as shocks of white-hot heat tore through me. “Fuck me, Joe.”
It wasn’t my plea that surprised me as much as it was his response.
He. Laughed.
That’s right; instead of taking advantage of the opportunity I’d offered no other boy before him, the big, bare-chested bastard laughed.
“Wow. Thanks for laughing,” I deadpanned, watching as he flopped back into the driver’s seat and ran a hand through his thoroughly mussed hair. “I feel so special.”
“You should,” he replied, thoroughly amused, as he reached a hand inside his jocks and readjusted his hard on. “I just spent the past half an hour with my head between your legs, Molloy.”
“Which, as you can tell by my earlier screams, I am very grateful for. But I just offered you my virginity on a bloody platter and you laughed at me.”
He laughed again.
Louder this time.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he choked out, trying and failing to sober his features, as he wheezed with laughter. “It’s just…you said bloody…platter.”
“Oh, cop on to yourself!” I flushed bright pink. “You know what I meant.”
“Yeah, I do,” he chuckled. “It just got me.”
“So, come on,” I demanded. “Tell me why you laughed?”
“Because you were high and not thinking it through.”
My mouth fell open. “I don’t take drugs. I’m not you, asshole!”
“Do you still want to give me that virginity of yours?” he shot back, waving a hand around us. “Or have you come down from your cum-high enough to remember that fucking me in a car is not what you’ve held out this long for.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Oh.”
“Well.” My face flamed as I begrudgingly agreed with his logic. “I suppose I should thank you,” I muttered, as I quickly threw my disheveled school uniform back on. “For being so chivalrous when it comes to my protecting my virginity.”
“You’re welcome,” he replied, re-buttoning his school shirt. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that guy, Molloy.”
“No,” I blew out a shaky breath, as I flipped my hair over one shoulder and reached for my seatbelt. “I know you’re not, Joe.”
“But I’m not a saint either,” he warned, when he was fully dressed and had the key turned in the ignition. He cast me a heated look and said, “Next time you beg me to fuck you, I won’t say no.”
“Yeah.” I laughed nervously. “I’ll be sure to remember that.”
He winked. “You do that.”
Oh boy…
