Redeeming 6: Boys of Tommen #4

JOEY

“OH MY JESUS!” Alec ripped off his protective helmet and tossed it on top of my leaving cert project, causing me to burn a fucking hole right through his helmet. “Am I dead? Have I gone to heaven?”

“I don’t know about dead, but you’re definitely thick,” I snapped, turning off the valve on the welder in my hands, and quenching the flame, as the stench of burning plastic filled my senses. “I could’ve taken the hand clean off ya. Put your fucking helmet back on before you go blind, asshole.”

“I’m already seeing stars,” he replied, pointing towards the front of the room when I removed my welding hood.

Donning a white lab coat over her tiny scrap of a school skirt, and with protective goggles perched on top of her head, Molloy looked like something out of medical porno. The top two buttons on her shirt were undone, and her tie was nestled between her tits like a glove.

“It’s actually disgusting how lucky you are.”

“Yeah,” I wholeheartedly agreed. “I know.”

She was all flirtatious smiles and banter with our teacher, Ballsy Goggin, who was lapping up the attention.

It didn’t matter that the fucker was old enough to be her father.

He was looking just like every other asshole in the room.

“Jesus,” Alec groaned from beside me. “I know you’ll kill me for saying this, but I would do pretty much anything to get between those—”

“You’re right. Finish that sentence and I will kill you.” Setting the torch down, I pulled off my protective gloves and made a beeline for my girlfriend, while mentally taking note of every cheeky bastard wolf whistling. I would settle those scores later.

“Hey, Joe,” she acknowledged when I reached them. “I was just asking Mr. Goggin if he could spare a student for twenty-minutes to help me out with my practical in Biology.”

The fuck?

I frowned at her.

She returned my questioning look with a smile that said go with it.

“We’re dissecting cow hearts today. Everyone’s already paired up in class, sir, and I’m all alone at my station with no one to help me. I’m so nervous to dissect anything, that my teacher said I could have a student from another class accompany me in case I faint,” she continued to say, batting her big green eyes at old Ballsy, who was falling for her bullshit hook, line, and sinker.

“Of course, Aoife, of course,” he replied, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Take young Joey here.”

“Are you sure, sir?” Molloy beamed at him. “I’m not disrupting your class too much, am I?”

“Not at all,” he replied, giving my shoulder another clap. “Will he do?”

“Yes, he’ll do just fine, sir,” she replied, flicking her hair over her shoulder, as she caught ahold of my hand and practically dragged me out of the metal work room. “I’ll bring him right back once I’m finished with him, sir.”

“What the hell are you up to?” I laughed when we were in the corridor. “Biology? Fainting?” I stared at her. “They’d be hard stretched to find another girl in school who loves gory shit more than you, Molloy.”

“Yeah, well, you’re working this afternoon and I’m working tonight.”

“So? I’ll call over after.”

“So, I want time with you now.” Snatching my hand back up, she dragged me down the corridor before pushing me through one of the many do-not-enter doors scattered around school that were intended for emergencies only.

This particular door led to a dimly lit stairwell that, once followed to the end, led onto the pitch. “Here or my car?”

“What?” I laughed, allowing her to pull me flush against her. “You do know that I was in the middle of something back there.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to be in the middle of my legs?”

Jesus.

She claimed my mouth with hers and pushed me roughly against the wall at my back, while her hands moved for my belt buckle.

“You’re crazy,” I growled, hips thrusting towards her, without an ounce of protest, as I watched her unzip my pants, yank my boxers down, and drop to her knees.

“Wait, wait, wait. Your car. We should definitely do this in your—” My eyes fluttered shut when her tongue circled the head of my dick. “Mm… never mind.”

“Mm…” Purring like a kitten, she took me into her mouth, while she pulled on my shaft with her hand.

“You’re a dangerous fucking girl,” I choked out, hissing out a sharp breath when she gave my nuts a warning squeeze. “You’re a perfect fucking girl.”

“Mm,” came her approving purr as she deep throated me like the champ she was, choking and gagging and coming back for more every time.

Knotting my fingers in her hair with one hand, I used the other to wipe a rogue tear from her cheek. “Don’t choke yourself, baby.”

“Mm,” she gagged, and the pressure was fucking unreal on my shaft. “Mm…” Unwilling to slow her pace, she upped the ante, pulling on me harder and quicker while she choked on my cock.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Mmm.”

“Pull back.”

“Mm-mm.”

“I’m going to cum in your mouth, Molloy.”

She grabbed my ass and sucked me in deeper. “Mmm…”

“Oh fuuuuck…” Feeling everything inside of me tighten to the point of pain, I let my head fall back and fucked her mouth until the pressure in my balls released with a sudden jerk. “Watch the teeth.”

“Mmm.”

Hips bucking wildly, I came hard in her mouth, as my thighs shook from the instant relief. “Jesus…”

“Woo,” she breathed, flopping back on her heels, as she dragged in several mouthfuls of air. “That’s a personal best.” Wiping the corner of her mouth, she climbed to her feet and readjusted her pony-tail, while giving me devilish wink. “Feeling better, stud?”

“Yeah.” All I could do was lean against the wall and nod at the powerhouse of a girl, who could suck dick like a hoover. “Uh, thanks?”

“Meh.” She shrugged and waved a hand around. “I figured I owed you a blowy.”

“I, uh…” Shaking my head to clear the lusty haze in my head, I reached down and put my dick away, feeling a swell of heat at the memory of her mouth on me. Instantly, I was sporting a solid-semi. “Sorry for the, uh, for the mess.”

“Oh please.” She rolled her eyes. “If I didn’t want you to cum in my mouth, I would have stopped you, and if I didn’t want to swallow, I wouldn’t have.”

Fuck me.

What was I supposed to say to that?

“Thank you?” It seemed like the appropriate phrase given that she had blown my world with her tongue. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Such good manners,” she teased, reaching up to pat my cheek before moving for the door. “Don’t worry, pookie. I plan on cashing in my love-chip later.”

“Love chip?” Chuckling, I followed her back into the hallway. “Should I know what that means?”

“It means you should neck a few Red Bulls before you come over tonight,” she replied, fist-bumping me before skipping off in the direction of the labs. “Because you won’t be getting much sleep, my friend.”