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“I know,” she cried, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, okay?”
“Are you breaking up with me?” I forced myself to ask. “Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, or how I’m feeling right now.” Clutching the front of my hoodie, she choked out the most heartbreaking fucking sound I’d ever heard. “But I know that it hurts and I don’t want to feel it.” Her lips were on my neck when she cried out, “This feeling is killing me. I feel like I’m dying here, and I don’t want it.”
Well, that wasn’t one bit comforting, and her words caused the tightening sensation around my windpipe to significantly worsen.
“What do you need from me?” I asked her. I practically begged her to show me how to make this right. “Whatever you want me to do, whatever you need, say the word and I’ll do it.”
With tear-filled eyes, she stared at me for the longest time, before exhaling a ragged breath and fusing her lips to mine. I froze, hands still on her cheeks, uncertain and fucking terrified of doing something wrong.
“Kiss me back,” she cried out against my lips. “Show me how to forget it.”
Jesus.
Trembling, I did exactly what she asked. I kissed her with everything I had in me, our tongues and teeth and lips clashing in a frantic kiss that was nothing like how we usually kissed.
This kiss was one of desperation, I realized. It was a matter of necessity, needing to have her mouth on mine as much as she needed mine on hers. Technique or suavity didn’t matter one bit right now because the need to comfort the other was too fucking strong to think about anything other than touching, feeling, kissing, being…
When she reached a hand between our bodies and loosened the front of her towel, I felt my shoulders bunch up with tension.
“I don’t want this if you don’t want this,” I warned, needing her to be very sure of what she was doing here.
She was all messed up in the head right now, and Christ, I didn’t blame her, but I was not the man people thought I was. I was not my father. I would never take something that wasn’t offered to me with a free heart.
“I mean it,” I pushed. “Don’t fuck me if you’re going to regret me afterward.”
“Don’t you want me?” she asked, reaching for the hem of my hoodie and roughly dragging it over my head along with my T-shirt.
“You know I want you,” I replied as my dick strained against her. “But I don’t want you to do this if you’re not in the right frame of mind.”
Tracing my bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, she leaned closer and teased my tongue with hers.
“What I want…” Pushing hard on my shoulders so that I fell onto my back, Molloy quicky rid herself of the towel and straddled my hips. “Is for you to make me forget.” Her fingers traced the tattoo on my chest, and she leaned in close to trail her tongue over the ink. “Can you do that for me, Joe?”
Raising up on her knees, she pulled at the waistband of my sweatpants. Tilting my hips up, I allowed her to roughly pull the fabric down my legs, right along with my jocks. “Hmm?” The moment it was freed, my dick shot to attention, visibly fucking straining to get to her. “Can you make me block it out just like you block everything out?”
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 pain-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 come right then and there
“You like my tits, Joe?” Releasing me, she leaned in close and pressed my shaft between her bare breasts. “You wanna come on my tits, Joe?”
Jesus Christ.
“Aoife , 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.
“Mmm,” she purred as she fisted the base of my shaft and pulled. “Mmm.”
“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.
