“We don’t have time for apologies, remember? And you can say fuck in front of me. Better yet, you can just fuck me, how’s that?” I squeezed him tighter in my fist.
He picked up his head. “Oh, Christ. Listen, I’m gonna be sorry for a whole lot more than that you if you don’t stop doing…what you’re doing,” he said, alarm in his voice. “I’m going to make a mess of our clothes, and then we’ll have some explaining to do.”
I laughed, withdrawing my hand and dropping my feet to the floor. “Ok, then we’ll save that for later. But I don’t want to leave yet…” I pushed the braces off his shoulders and shoved his trousers down at the sides.
“Jesus, Tiny, now what are you doing?”
“Shhh. Just let me.” Dropping to my knees, I ran both hands all over his cock. It felt firm and thick and hot. I gripped him with one hand and rubbed the silk-smooth tip with the other. Immediately it was slick with a few drops of liquid warmth. I want to taste him.
The moment I put my lips on him, Joey braced himself against the door with two hands again. “Oh, fuck. Oh my God.”
I rubbed my lips back and forth over the slippery tip before sliding it into my mouth and swirling my tongue along its velvety surface. I wasn’t sure, but I thought Joey’s knees might have buckled a little. Then I sucked on it as I rubbed my hands up and down his solid length. Joey inhaled sharply.
“You better stop, Tiny.” His voice held a warning.
But I didn’t want to stop.
Taking him out of my mouth, I held him in two hands and licked him like an ice cream cone, all around. Then I slipped my wet lips over the top again and took him in as far as my throat would allow, but I was still able to wrap my hands around the base. My mind raced ahead to the way he could tear me apart, and my own legs trembled. Slowly I lifted and lowered my mouth again and again, while he breathed heavier and harder and said fuck more times than I’d ever heard anyone say it. Placing one hand on his hip, I braved pulling him into me a bit, not too fast, but at a quicker rhythm. I loved feeling him hit the back of my throat.
“Jesus Christ, Tiny. If you don’t stop now—”
I pulled him from my lips with a little pop. “I won’t stop, so you might as well enjoy yourself. It’s my first time, you know. How am I doing?”
“Oh, fuck,” he said again as I slid his hot, hard cock between my lips once more. Joey must have given up on bringing things to a halt because he began to thrust into my mouth, tiny little stabs that sent bolts of lust straight between my legs. My underwear was damp and I imagined how fucking amazing it was going to feel to have Joey’s unbelievable cock pounding into me. The thought of it had me moaning, my mouth and throat vibrating with sound.
Joey stiffened and gasped, his erection throbbing as he swayed forward. Immediately my mouth was filled with pulsing hot liquid, but I’d been expecting it and didn’t stop. I waited until his body had shuddered and stilled and only the sound of his labored breathing could be heard over my fast-beating heart, and then I slipped him out of my mouth and swallowed.
“God, that was incredible. I wish I could’ve seen you,” Joey said when he could speak again, “although it probably would have been over even faster.”
“Guess I’ll have to do it again sometime.”
“Oh, Christ.” Joey dropped to his knees in front of me and took my head in his hands. “I’ve thought about you so many nights, but even my fantasies didn’t get this good.”
“Really?”
“Really. That was…oh, forget it. There are no words to tell you how that was for me. I’m sorry, I wish I could find some.”
“We need to stop apologizing to each other.”
He kissed me hard on the mouth. “You’re right. We do.”
“But we might have to apologize to your mother for ruining Sunday dinner if we don’t get back upstairs.”
“Just wait. One more minute won’t hurt.” Joey pulled me in close, laying my cheek on his chest and wrapping an arm around my waist. As he spoke, brushed the hair back from my face with his other hand. “Thank you for coming here today. For writing me that note. For taking a chance on me.”
I picked up my head but pressed me to his chest again. “Let me finish. The day I saw you after I got back in town, even before all the stuff with your dad, it hit me how I felt about you. Remember when you pushed me into the dirt at the boathouse? I think I fell in love with you that moment.”
I laughed. I did remember that—he’d made me so angry that day, but when I’d pushed him and he’d pulled me down with him, something had stirred within me at the feel of our bodies pressed together. At the time it had just made me angrier.
“And I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn’t. I thought you’d laugh in my face, maybe even spit in it.”
“I probably would have. Just to spite you.”
“But every time I was near you, I felt it like a punch in the gut how bad I wanted you.”
“You hid it well,” I said. “After that kiss in the boat, I thought there might be something happening between us, but you acted so aloof, as if you weren’t even affected. It drove me crazy.”
“I’ve got a good poker face,” he said seriously. “That kiss fucking terrified me.”