Page 24 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
I crane my neck and our mouths smash together. I come again, hard. He bites my shoulder, keeps going.
“Don’t stop,” I beg. Ineverwant this to end.
He turns, buried inside me, and carefully sets me down on the desk. Then sweeps it clean. His sketchbooks tumble to the ground. A water bottle bounces along the floor. Nothing’s going to deter him from sliding his hand between us to circle my swollen clit.
“Lie back,” he pants, lifting my hips so one knee hangs over his shoulder. Then the other.
Now it’s his turn. The desk creaks as he drives his cock deep. The stimulation is so intense, my scream slices through the air and I black out for a second when I come again.
By the time I blink back to consciousness, Padraig’s fucking me senseless. Rough. Hungry. Chasing his own pleasure. He freezes. Every muscle pulls taut. A shudder rolls through him and he groans, long and raw, spilling inside me in thick, pulsing waves.
His weight sinks over mine and neither of us moves. We’re breathless. Sweaty. Glued together. The truth is, we don’t fuck like teenagers anymore. We’re pros. Feral. Seasoned.
“Hey.” Padraig’s breath fans my collarbone, his lips brush the hollow of my neck. “You okay?”
Everything feels warm and floaty. I could stay like this forever.
I nod, smiling. My eyes still closed. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” He nuzzles my cheek.
“Uh…” I grin. “I came so many times I’ve forgotten my name.”
“Good.” He chuckles and pulls out, reaching for his towel hanging on the hook by his bed. “C’mere.”
I let Padraig clean me, because I’m too blissed out to move. He’s careful, wiping my pussy like it’s something sacred. Then he uses it on himself and chucks it into the laundry pile before picking me up and carrying me back to bed.
He shuts off the light and slides in, pulling me close until we’re chest to chest. Forehead to forehead. I could drown in the way he holds me.
“I hate sleeping without you.” I stroke the stubble on his cheek.
“Same.” His fingers trace lazy circles on my lower back. “Worst three nights ever.”
“C’mon. It was good to see everyone. It’s been a few months.” I nestle against him.
Padraig’s eye twitches. “I guess. Connor’s aged ten years. He looks so tired.”
“He’s carrying a lot.” I hesitate. “Any updates on your da?”
Padraig’s body tenses. Then softens. “Well…he pulled me and Liam aside.”
“Yeah?” I lean back to look at him. “What’d he say?”
He shuts his eyes, lashes brush his cheek. “He told us not to come home this summer.”
“What?”
“He said it’s good we’re away.” Padraig rolls onto his back. “Ma threatened to leave Da if he ever gets violent again. Liam triggers him in the worst way. It’s fucking embarrassing to realize my da is a prejudiced old cunt. Anyway, Connor doesn’t want us to be hindered in our college experience worrying about the family.”
My chest stiffens. “Babe…”
“I dunno.” His jaw tics. “He told us we need to live our lives. Be free. It’s fucking bullshit. I don’t want to bury my head in the sand.”
I tuck myself closer. “He’s trying to do his best. He’s not much older than you, give him a break. The last thing Connor needs is to worry about your da taking out his frustrations on the two of you.”
“It doesn’t feel right.” He turns his head to look at me.
I brush the hair from his face. “Oh? Tell me this. Would you do the same thing for Seamus? Brennan? Cillian?”
