It didn’t.
However, something much stranger happened.
Instead, of shouting at me and calling me a cock-tease, like I had been so used to hearing from Paul when we had been in similar positions, Joey pressed a kiss to my neck before pulling back to ask, “Do you want me to get you off anyway?”
My eyes widened. “Huh?”
“Get you off, Molloy,” he repeated, leaning back in to kiss me. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Aren’t you mad?”
He frowned. “Why would I be mad?”
“Because I choked.”
His frown deepened. “And?”
I shrugged. “And I got your hopes up.”
“Jesus.” Chuckling softly, he pressed another drugging kiss to my lips before kneeling back on his haunches, his fully erect dick bouncing around proudly. “You seem to be under the illusion that I’m some sex starved deviant, incapable of spending time with you, unless that time revolves around being between your legs.”
“Aren’t you?”
“You wound me.”
“You want in between my legs, don’t lie.”
“I absolutely want in between your legs,” he wholeheartedly agreed. “But that’s not what I’m here for.”
“Then what are you here for, Joe?”
“Your company.”
“Funny.”
“Your company,” he repeated, unyielding.
“Really?”
“I didn’t come here with the expectation of sex,” he said. “That’s not why I’m here and it’s not why I keep coming back, either.”
“But you do want to?”
“Obviously, I want to.” He gestured to his dick. “But I’m not going to force you into doing something that you have the honesty to admit you’re not ready for.” He blew out a breath and shrugged. “I’d rather you tell me now than regret me after.”
“Wow.”
He heard the word no, took the meaning, and obliged, without complaint or confrontation.
It was so refreshing.
It was such a turn on that I almost regretted saying it.
“I would never regret you, Joe,” I said, sitting up so that our chests were touching. “I couldn’t. Not ever. I care too much.”
“I know.” His eyes burned with heat. “And I know that I’m not good with the words you need to hear from me.”
“I know,” I whispered, understanding. “It’s okay.”
“But don’t ever think that I don’t have feelings,” he said, and then pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
IT’S TIME TO LAY YOUR CARDS DOWN
MAY 7TH 2004
AOIFE
Joey: Then
Aoife: she
Joey: flicked
Aoife: the
Joey: head
Aoife: of
Joey: his
Aoife: thick
Joey: cock
Aoife: with
Joey: her
Aoife: tongue
“Hello? Earth to Aoife?” Clicking her fingers in front of my face, Casey swiped my phone out of my hand and groaned loudly. “Whoops. On second thought, never mind.” Grinning wickedly, she handed me back the phone. “You go right ahead and suck his cock, girl. But doesn’t he have Construction class right now? Isn’t it a bit risky to be sending the boy messages like that when he’s surrounded by sharp saws and power tools?”
Smirking, I slid my phone back into my pencil case and gave my friend my full attention. “So, what’s new?”
“What’s new?” Casey laughed. “Are we really going to play it like this?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s been months. Everyone knows you guys are together. It’s so bloody obvious. The rumors are rampant around school, and even if they weren’t, your lingering stares and his I-want-to-rip-your-clothes-off heated glances when you’re in the same classroom are a dead giveaway. So, come on. How much longer do you two plan to act like you’re not riding like sexy little rabbits behind closed doors.”
“Jesus, Case. Say it louder, why don’t you?” I hissed, poking her with my elbow. “I don’t think Mr. Ryan heard you at the front of the class.”
“Actually, I did,” our biology/PE teacher confirmed, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Please refrain from discussing the sexual productivity of rabbits until after my class. Your lunch break is in ten minutes, and patience is a virtue, girls.”
“Sorry sir,” we both chorused, smothering our laughter behind a textbook.
“So, you admit it?” she whisper-hissed. “You’re shagging Joey the roller-coaster Lynch.”
“No, I’m not shagging anyone,” I strangled out through fits of laughter. “And roller-coaster?”
“You know,” she laughed. “Because every girl wants to ride him.” Waggling her brows, she added, “But it’s clear by those sexy text messages that you guys are sending each other, you’re first in the queue.”
“Oh, haven’t you heard the news? After I got on his rollercoaster ride, the queue got cancelled.”
“Boom, bitch,” Casey snickered, making the mic drop gesture with her hand. “And that’s how it’s done.”
“Thanks,” I laughed. “But to answer your earlier question; my dad still doesn’t know about our little arrangement. I don’t see that changing for the foreseeable. He still works with my dad, so it’s just better if we, you know…“
“Fuck around behind Daddy’s back instead?” she offered with a rueful smile.
“I’m not having sex with him, Case.”
Her eyes widened. “How is this possible?”
“See, Case, it’s actually really easy,” I drawled sarcastically. “All you have to do is not allow a boy to insert his penis into your vagina.”
“Very funny, bitch.” Shaking her head, she leaned in closer to whisper, “Seriously, though, you’ve been messing around for what; at least three months now?” Her eyes bulged. “How are you not getting naked with that boy?”
“I never said that I wasn’t getting naked with him.”
“Details.”
“A lady never tells.”
“Good thing we both know that you’re not one of those.” She leaned closer. “Okay, so you’re not having sex yet, but there’s some heavy petting going on, right? A little kiss here, a little finger there, a little tug-of-war down there?”
“Casey!”
“Oh, don’t act all coy with me,” she laughed. “I’ve known you since we were five, remember? We know everything about each other’s lives, remember? Including the time that you made me go to the after-hours doctor with you, when we were in third year, because you convinced yourself that you might be pregnant. All because Paul had wanked himself off before he tried to put his fingers—“
“Oh my god, I was young and clueless!” I hissed, clamping a hand over her mouth. “And you swore that you would never bring that up again.”