She was saying all the right things, making all the right moves, but her eyes were all wrong, her voice was strained, and the bruising on her neck assured me that this was not okay.
“I don’t think this is a good idea—" my words broke off in a hiss of pained-pleasure when her hand came around my shaft, fisting me roughly. “Fuck.”
“You like it, don’t you?” she breathed, reaching her free hand between my legs to cup my balls, while she fisted me and pulled on my shaft at a furious pace. “You like it when I touch you like this.”
“Yeah,” I strangled out, hands moving to my head, as I battled down the urge to cum right here and now.
“You like my tits, Joe?” Releasing me, she leaned in close and pressed my shaft between her bare breasts. “You wanna cum on my tits, Joe?”
Jesus Christ.
“Aoif, slow down,” I tried to reason, while my traitorous bastard hips rocked into her touch. “You’ve been through some major shit tonight. You don’t have to do this—”
Her lips came around my dick, tongue snaking out to trace the head before she took me in deep, pushing down until I hit the back of her throat and she gagged.
“Fuck,” I groaned, eyelids fluttering shut when she sucked me in deeper, gagging harder, squeezing tighter, making me feel too fucking much.
“Mm,” she purred, as she fisted to base of my shaft and pulled. “Mm.”
“Aoife.” Hips bucking against my will, I reached down and attempted to cup her cheek, but she snatched up my hand and pressed it to her throat instead.
“No.” Shaking my head, I tried to pull free, but she held my hand there, trying to make me squeeze. “Aoife, stop.”
“Mm.”
“Aoife, I said stop,” I ordered, yanking my hand away, panicked and disgusted and aroused all in one breath. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I told you,” she purred when she finally came up for air, leaving my dick glistening from her saliva. “I want you to make me just like you.”
“I think we should stop for a bit,” I said, feeling uneasy, as she straddled my hips and positioned the head of my dick against the wet folds of her pussy. “Aoif, please, baby, just—”
“This is what I want,” she strangled out, impaling herself down hard my dick. “Just you in me.” A pained sob escaped her. “Just you.” A tear slid down her cheek. “Only you.”
Fuck.
“Come here,” I coaxed, dragging myself into a sitting position, and then pulling her to my chest, with my dick still fully inside her. “I’m here.”
“I want it gone,” she cried, clinging to my chest, as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. “Make it go away.”
I didn’t know how to do that for her.
If I could go back in time and change anything in my whole entire life, then it would be leaving her in my house.
I would gladly trade everything else, and forfeit all I had, to take this away for her.
To erase that bastard from her mind.
“Don’t pull out,” she begged, when I moved to do just that.
“Aoif…”
“No, no, no.” Shivering violently, she croaked out, “Just stay in me.”
“Okay, but you’re freezing. So, let me just get you off the floor –“
“No.” She shook her head. “Stay in me.”
Jesus Christ.
Somehow, and I wasn’t too fucking sure how, I managed to climb to my feet, taking her body with me, and walked us both back to her bed.
“It’s okay,” I tried to soothe her by saying, sinking down on the edge of the bed, with her body still wrapped around mine, still joined with mine. “I’ve got ya, Molloy.”
In slow, stiff movements, I moved our bodies until we were in the middle of her bed, with me on my back, and her on top. “I love you, Joe.”
“I know.” Exhaling a shaky breath, I reached for the duvet and draped it over her trembling shoulders. “I love you, too.”
“I hate him.”
“I know.” My chest constricted to the point I couldn’t breathe. “Me, too.”
“Joe,” she croaked out, nuzzling my neck with her damp cheek. “You’re still hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me.”
“Yeah,” I muttered, somehow managing to keep my hips in check and not flex. “My heart’s in bits, but my dick’s delighted.”
She seemed to think about that for a moment, and then she gingerly rocked her hips in the sweetest fucking circular motion.
A pained groan escaped me and her breath hitched.
Moments later, she repeated the move.
And she did it again.
And again.
Over and over until her hips were gyrating against mine in a movement that had every muscle in my body coiling tight.
“What are you doing?”
“I don’t know,” she breathed, rocking her body against mine.
She was so wet; I could feel myself slipping deeper inside her with every rock of her hips.
“Aoif.”
“Hm.”
“Aoife.”
“Hm?”
“I’m going to cum,” I croaked out, hands squeezing her hips in warning, as my balls tightened in anticipation. “Aoif, you need to stop or I’m going to cum in you, and I don’t think you want this right now—”
Covering my mouth with her hand, she leaned back, arching her spine, as she rocked and moaned above me, hips bucking wild and reckless now, as she chased that familiar wave of heat, the same one I was desperately trying to stall.
“I’m going to cum,” she cried out, pussy tightening around the shaft of my dick to the point of pain, as she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her tits. “Joe, I’m coming, I’m—”
“Fuck!” I hissed, losing all control as the wave of heat threatening to consume me spilled over.
My calves burned, my thigh muscles locked tight, and I grabbed her hips and dragged her down on me, as my hips bucked restlessly.
I could feel her coming on my dick, clenching and tightening and sucking me in deeper, and the sensation was too much to handle.
Releasing a guttural groan, my hips jerked and twitched as I found my release, coming deep inside of her.
“God,” she said, and then her entire expression caved. “Oh god.”
Face distorting in pain, she roughly pushed her hair over her shoulder and scrambled off my lap.
I knew I’d made a mistake as she slid as far away from me as her bed permitted and choked out a pained sob.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Nothing.” Breathing hard and labored, I turned to look at her, but she had her back to me. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Molloy, it’s okay.”
“Your father tried to fuck me!” she cried, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her chest. “And then I let you fuck me.”
Mind-fucked from her mood swings and conflicted with more emotions than I knew how to handle, I sat straight up, and reached a hand over to rub her shoulder.
“No,” she strangled out, shaking my hand off. “I need space.”
Here we go again.
Shaking my head, I hooked my arms around my knees and just stared at her back. “Are you serious?”