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“Fuck my fingers,” he replied, tongue snaking out to trace my bottom lip before he claimed my mouth with his. “Help me stretch this tight little pussy.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“Fuck me, Joe.”
“I will.”
“Fuck me now.”
“I will, Molloy.”
“Yes.”
“But not tonight.”
“Joe.”
“You’re not ready.”
“I am.”
Shaking his head, he leaned in close and pressed a kiss to my lips. “We’ve got plenty of time.”
“Then don’t stop,” I encouraged breathlessly, reaching between my legs to push his fingers deeper inside of my body. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Howdy, lovebirds. Don’t mind me. I’m just on my way to send a salmon up the river.”
“Oh my god!” I strangled out, hands moving to push my dress back down, as Joey reluctantly tore his hand away.
Furious, Joey swung around to glare at the huge blond guy, in a Tommen uniform, who was grinning at us. “Do you want popcorn, asshole? Get the fuck out of here.”
“No, no, I have everything I need,” he replied, still grinning wolfishly at us. “But I may be of some assistance to you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and held it out to Joey. “Because sex is fun and all that, but it’s best practiced with a glove on your d—"
“Are you serious?” I laughed, flustered and amused by the strange boy. “We’re not having sex.”
“Yet,” the blond lad chuckled with a wink.
“Listen, prick,” Joey snarled, bristling. “I don’t know how things work in that posh school of yours, but where I come from, you get your ass kicked for pulling a stunt like this. So if you don’t start walking the fuck away from me and my girl, I’m going to rip your head off your shoulders and feed it to your asshole.“
“Gibs!” an even taller, dark-haired boy snapped from the doorway, thankfully interrupting us. “Would you leave them alone, ya weirdo. They don’t need your running bleeding commentary.”
“Hey, Cap,” this Gibs lad said in a cheerful tone. “I was only providing some safety precautions.”
The dark-haired boy’s eyes landed on the condom his friend was holding, and he audibly groaned. “Jaysus.”
With a shake of his head, he stalked down the corridor and quickly clamped an arm around his buddy.
“Excuse my flanker,” he told us, as he led the blond lad back towards the lounge. “He’s like a bleeding Labrador. Completely harmless, with zero awareness of social cues and etiquette.”
“I was only being friendly,” the blond lad argued as his friend led him away. “It’s nice to be nice, Johnny.”
“Yeah, I know you were, Gibs, but those people are strangers, and what did we say about you talking to strangers?”
“Don’t do it?”
“Exactly.”
