“So, what’s the plan?” I asked from my perch on my father’s desk. Legs swinging, I reached into the large tub of lollypops, and scooped up a red one. “What do you want to do for the rest of the night?”
“I should probably go home and check on things,” he admitted, keeping his back to me, as he scrubbed his hands at the sink. “I’ve been here since early this morning and I—“
“No,” I protested, unwrapping my lollypop and popping it in my mouth. “You can’t go home.”
He sighed heavily. “Molloy.”
“It’s Saturday night,” I moaned. “And I’ve waited all day for you to be done.”
“I know, and I get that, but I have responsibilities at home.” He turned to look at me. “I’ll walk you home first.”
“I brought the car.”
He smiled. “How’s that going for you?”
“Shocking,” I admitted. “I can’t get past third gear.”
He laughed.
“Listen.” Springing off my perch, I prowled towards him, giving him my best moves, as I tried to look as enticing as possible. “How about if we just—”
“I have to go home,” he warned, arms coming around my waist when I reached his chest. “It’s not a matter of want, it’s a matter of need, okay?”
“Fine.” Letting my head fall forward against his chest, I muttered a string of curses under my breath. “Or,” I quickly added when an idea came to me. “Since you’re finishing work an hour earlier than usual, you could come to my house and spend that hour with me, and I’ll drive you home afterwards.”
“You’ll drive me home?”
“It’ll be good practice. And you’ll still be home on time to do whatever it is that you need to do.”
“I don’t know, Molloy.”
“Mam’s not at home,” I hurried to say. “And Kev’s at one of those creepy sleepovers.”
I could see the temptation in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, we would be all alone.” I went in for the kill. “In an empty house, with a big bed, and no distractions.”
I felt his enthusiasm grow against my belly. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t ya?”
Grinning, I reached for his hand and pulled. “Let’s go.”
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My back hit the mattress moments before Joey came crashing down on me.
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.