Redeeming 6: Boys of Tommen #4

AOIFE

“WE’VE…TALKED…ABOUT…THIS.”

“I know, I know…” Moaning, I tried and failed to keep my thighs open, as I balanced precariously against the side of a fancy, cast-iron, oval-shaped bathtub, with my back bowed, and my arm stretched out to grip the other side of the tub. “I’m sorry, I just…uh, I can’t!”

“You have to.” With one leg hitched over his shoulder, Joey knelt on the floor, with his face buried between my thighs. “You’re going to…strangle me.”

“Stop talking, Joe, I’m so close,” I cried out hoarsely, back arching when I felt his tongue flick my clit. “Oh, Jesus!”

“Molloy,” he growled, reaching up and pushing my thigh away from his head. “Spread these goddamn ladders for legs.”

“No!” I wailed in despair as the feeling I had been chasing quickly receded. “Why would you do that to me? Why would you stop?”

He glared at me. “Ah, maybe because I require oxygen to breathe, and you’re choking the very fucking essence of my being out of me with your legs.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Ignore them,” I instructed, breathing hard, as someone knocked on the door. “This house has more than one bathroom.” Frowning, I added, “And I thought you liked my legs.”

“I love your legs,” Joey agreed, hair all mussed up and sexy, as he looked up at me from his perch. “But if you don’t start remembering to keep them open when my head is between them, then they’re going to be responsible for my death.”

“It’s your fault,” I huffed, feeling both defensive and aroused. “You and your devil tongue.”

“Keep these legs open, ya hear?” he warned, pointing a finger at me. “Last warning.”

“Or what – oh my god!” Eyelids fluttering, I reached a hand between my thighs and knotted my fingers in his hair. “You’re so good at that…”

“Molloy!”

“Sorry,” I strangled out, forcing my thighs apart. “Don’t stop.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Fuck off,” I screamed at the inconsiderate bastard banging on the bathroom door.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“She said fuck off!” Joey roared; a hell of a lot louder than me.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“That’s it,” he snapped, tone furious, as he climbed to his feet and moved for the door. “If that creepy blond bastard is on the other side of that door again, I am going to fuck him up!”

“But you’ve been so good,” I replied, choking out a laugh, as I hurried to intercept him before he could open the door. “Don’t fuck him up,” I purred, sliding between him and the door. “When you can fuck me instead.”

His eyes blazed with heat. “Molloy.”

“I promise I’ll feel better.” Reaching up, I quickly slid the sleeves of my dress down my arms, letting the fabric pool at my waist, before hitching the skirt up to join the rest of my dress. “So, what’s it going to be, Joe?”

“Fuck.” His heated gaze moved straight to my bare breasts and he released a low growl. “Me.”

Feeling empowered, I quickly led him over to the sink. “Good boy.”

He arched a brow. “Don’t mock me.”

Smirking, I reached for the button on his jeans and flicked it open before undoing his fly and roughly dragging his jeans and boxers down his hips to free his hard erection. “Big boy.”

“Molloy!”

“Shutting up now,” I breathed, reaching a hand between us to stroke him.

“It’s been a while since we were together,” he admitted, closing the space between us, as he reached for my waist. “I’ll probably go off fast.”

“That’s okay.” Giving him my back, I leaned forwards and gripped the sink, gaze locking on his in the mirror in front of me. “Just keep your eyes on me.”

“Jesus.” With a shake of his head, he stepped closer, encouraging me to spread my legs, as one hand smoothed down my back, settling on my hip, while his used the other hand to slowly feed his big dick inside of me, inch by delicious inch.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

This time when the intruder pummeled on the door, Joey was too wrapped up in pummeling me to care.

“Don’t stop,” I cried out hoarsely, clutching the porcelain sink for all I was worth, as I forced my legs to hold their ground against his deliciously addictive thrusting. “Make it hurt.”

“Christ, Aoif,” he bit out, breathing hard. With eyes locked on mine in the mirror, he continued to thrust his hips at a furious pace. “You’re so tight.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Then stretch me,” I moaned, struggling to keep eye contact, as my entire body shook and trembled. “Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he told me, reaching a hand between my legs to thumb my clit. “Every inch of you.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I was so wet that I could feel him sliding in deeper with every thrust. He was so big, pushing so deep inside of me, that it was borderline painful, but when that familiar pulsing of heat and pleasure grew stronger with every thrust of his hips, I found myself begging him to take me harder.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It was only when Joey leaned in close and covered my mouth with his hand that I realized I was screaming.

“Shh, Molloy,” he warned, keeping his eyes on mine in the mirror. “Quiet, baby.”

Ah Jesus…

I couldn’t take it.

My body couldn’t handle another jolt of pressure.

My cries were muffled by his hand as my orgasm tore through me, hitting so fucking deep, that my body clamped up tight, and my legs threatened to give out beneath me.

“Fuck!” Breathing hard and fast, Joey sagged against me, as his erection pulsed inside of me, flooding me with heat. “You good?”

“Uh-huh,” I laughed, breathless, as I leaned heavily against the sink. “You?”

“Yeah, Molloy.” Chuckling, he squeezed my hip as he slowly pulled out and moved to sort himself out. “I’m good.”

“I think you broke me a little bit towards the end there.” Staggering unsteadily on my feet, I clumsily cleaned up and readjusted my dress before taking stock of my disheveled appearance. “Look at those shakes,” I said, pointing to the very obvious tremor running through my legs. “I think you bambied me.”

“Would you look at that.” Thoroughly amused, Joey closed the space between us and knelt down at my feet. “Come on, Bambi,” he chuckled, helping me to step back into my thong, and then pulling the fabric up my thighs. “Let’s make you decent.”

A few moments later, when Joey swung the bathroom door open to let us out, we were greeted by a roaring cheer.

“You fucking stallion,” some random lad declared, as he held a hand up for Joey to high-five. “My Jesus, for a minute there, I thought we were going to have to call an ambulance for your lady friend!”

Joey gave him such a withering look that the lad physically shrunk away from him, quickly taking his outstretched hand with him.

“The hell is wrong with these people?” he muttered, slinging an arm over my shoulder. “Every one that I meet is stranger than the last one.”

“Who cares,” I replied breezily. “Let’s go eat and drink eat our weight in their generous offerings.”

Joey nodded his approval. “I saw this seriously expensive looking bottle of champagne in the fridge.”

“Yeah, I saw that, too.”

“I’ve never tasted champagne before.”

“Me either,” I told him. “But I have a purse in the living room big enough to smuggle a bottle back to my place.”

He stopped in the hallway and turned to face me. “Should we, though?”

“Someone’s going to end up drinking it.” I shrugged. “Why shouldn’t it be us?”

He studied my face for a long moment before making his decision.

“Get your bag,” he instructed. “I’ll get the bottle.”

“Already on it,” I replied, bumping his fist with mine, as we moved in opposite directions.