“We’re mirrors, Joe,” I told him, taking his hand and placing it on my cheek. “Everything you feel for me is reciprocated. It’s mirroring back at you.”
“Molloy.”
“Your mother might be foolish enough to disregard you, but that will never happen from me,” I whispered, shifting closer until our noses were brushing. “I will never reject your love.”
He exhaled and whispered, “I’m really fucking drowning here, Aoif.”
“Don’t worry, Joe. I won’t let that happen,” I replied, nuzzling his nose with mine. “I won’t let your head go under.”
“Promise?”
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you back.”
“I’m going to get this right, Molloy.”
“I know you are, Joe.”
“You’re really sticking around, aren’t ya?”
“Afraid so.” I smiled in the darkness. “For the ring. The white dress. The white picket fence. The whole nine yards.”
“Jesus,” he chuckled. “Don’t push it.”
“I always push it, Joe.”
“Understatement of the century, Molloy.”
“When we get engaged—”
“We’re not getting engaged.”
“I want a ring the size of my fist.”
He snorted. “Good luck with that.”
“And when we get married—”
“We’re not getting married.”
“I want a big house in the country, with a huge four-poster bed, and one of those giant flatscreen televisions hanging on the wall.”
“And where am I going to find the money for that?”
I beamed at him. “I thought you said we weren’t getting married.”
“We’re not.” He turned to face me. “We can’t because I’ll be in prison for robbing a bank to pay for that fist-sized ring you have your eye on.”
“And when we have babies —”
“We’re not having babies.”
“They’ll be blond and green-eyed and just like their dad.”
“You’re insane.”
“I’m in love.”
“I’m not having babies, Molloy,” he whispered, giving me a lonesome look. “I can’t be a father.”
“Joe.”
“It’s a hard limit for me.”
“Okay.” Giving him a reassuring smile, I said, “No babies. We’ll have a fur-baby instead.”
“Hm.” Turning back to stare at the ceiling, he inhaled a deep breath. “You might want to lower the bar with the mansion in the country, too.”
“Why?” I laughed. “What have you in mind?”
“Don’t know,” he admitted. “I never think about that kind of stuff.”
“The future?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Well, you better start thinking about it,” I teased. “Because you’re in mine, and I always get what I want.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed my hand. “I know.”
“So, do you want to keep talking?” Springing up, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and whipped it off. “Or should we get naked and screw?”
“Jesus Christ.” Chuckling softly, Joey mirrored my actions and pulled his hoodie and t-shirt over his head. “Where did I find you?”
“Your dreams.” Reaching for the waistband of my knickers, I quickly shoved them down my thighs and clambered on top of his lap. “Hey, stud.”
“Hey, queen.”
“Queen?” My eyes danced with delight as I reached for the waistband of his sweats. “Now you’re talking my language.”
Lifting his hips, he pushed sweats and boxers down, freeing himself and giving me a close-up of his big damn dick. “I’ve never had this.”
“What?”
“This,” he whispered, kicking off his clothes, and hooking an arm around my back to pull me close. “Us.” Pressing his lips to mine, he reached a hand between us and aligned the head of his thick cock against me. “You.”
“Well, good.” Shivering, I lowered myself down on him, reveling in the wonderful way he stretched me to the point of pain. “Because I’m completely yours.”
My eyelids fluttered when he rolled his hips upwards, pressing deep inside of me in the best kind of way.
“I’m completely yours, too.” The words were a quiet, barely spoken admission, but they meant so much to me because I knew it all but killed him to expose himself to me. “I always have been.”
“I know, Joe.” Cheeks flushed and body burning in heat, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my forehead to his as I rocked on top of him. “God, I could have you inside me forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.”
“I know what you mean,” he bit out, cheeks just as flushed as mine, as he gripped my hips and thrust into me in a delicious rhythm. “I want in you constantly.”
“Have you ever had that before?” I asked, breathless, as our bodies rocked and thrust together. “Mm…”
He shook his head and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Just with you.”
“Don’t leave me again, Joe.”
His thrust faltered. “Molloy.”
“Mm…don’t.”
His hands tightened on my hips as he deepened his thrust. “I won’t.”
“Mm…good.” Blowing out a breath, I bit back a moan and buried my face in his neck. “Because I’ve got serious wifey feelings for you.”
“Jesus, baby.” Flipping me onto my back in one swift movement, he was back between my legs, pushing inside me. “Don’t play with me.”
Breathless, I spread myself open for him to have me. “I’m not playing, Joe.” Taking his hand in mine, I pressed it to my chest and looked up at his flushed face. “I feel everything for you.”
“You can have whatever you want from me,” he whispered, thrusting deep inside of me. “It’s yours.” Dropping down on an elbow, he leaned in close and crushed his lips to mine. “Because I’m only doing life for you.”
ENGINEERING CLASS
JOEY
“Oh my Jesus!” Alec ripped off his protective helmet and tossed it on top of my leaving cert project, causing me to burn a fucking hole right through his helmet. “Am I dead? Have I gone to heaven?”
“I don’t know about dead, but you’re definitely thick,” I snapped, turning off the valve on the welder in my hands, and quenching the flame, as the stench of burning plastic filled my senses. “I could’ve taken the hand clean off ya. Put your fucking helmet back on before you go blind, asshole.”
“I’m already seeing stars,” he replied, pointing towards the front of the room when I removed my welding hood.
Donning a white lab coat over her tiny scrap of a school skirt, and with protective goggles perched on top of her head, Molloy looked like something out of medical porno. The top two buttons on her shirt were undone, and her tie was nestled between her tits like a glove.