“That’s it,” John-Francis breathed, stroking me until there was nothing left and I was a trembling mess beneath him. “That’s so feckin’ hot, like.”
As my overstimulation hit, he released me and fell down atop me, uncaring when my cum squelched between us. With his patience at its limit, John-Francis nailed me hard and fast. It felt incredible and he leant in, sucking and licking the cum from my face and down over my jaw.
When I gazed up at him, I noticed his hair had fallen into his face and I reached up, smoothing it back. God, he was fucking hot as all hell – such a good-looking lad. My heart leapt in my chest, and I dragged him in for a passionate kiss, hoping to convey all the feelings that were bursting inside me. John-Francis kissed me back with enthusiasm, groaning as he pushed himself past the point of no return.
“Feckin’ love ya,” I gasped between kisses.
“God,” John-Francis said with a long groan. “I love y’too, feck I’m gonna come.”
He buried his cock deep inside me and when he stilled, I knew it was over. I held him tightly as he came, pinning his body to mine. We kissed for a long moment, both of us coming down from the height of our pleasure. When John-Francis pushed himself up on his arms, his cock slipped free from my body, and yet to my surprise, he lowered his face to my chest and began licking the remnants of my cum off me.
“Feck,” I laughed, stroking my hand through his hair. “Y’too much, y’know that, aye? How’d I get t’ be so lucky?”
“Mm,” John-Francis hummed between licks. “No’ so sure y’the lucky one, now. Y’taste so feckin’ good, like.”
I lay back, enjoying the wet, warmth of his mouth as he cleaned up the mess I’d made of myself.
When he’d eventually had his fill of me, John-Francis leant over the side of the bed, snatching up a pair of boxers – whether they were his or mine, I couldn’t tell but it didn’t matter – and wiped the worst off his own chest before laying back down in the bed beside me.
“What y’got on f’today, like?” I asked, stretching my back out.
“I’d be tellin’ ya Tess has agreed t’ help me an’ Dec shake someone down, aye?”
I nodded. It wasn’t my favourite plan, but I’d seen the mess Declan had made of Darragh that afternoon when the police had shown up, and that had only been a brief scuffle. I knew he had what it took to see that job through.
“Well, Declan thinks tonight would be a good night to give it a go, like,” John-Francis continued.
“Makes sense on a weekend.” I nodded, tucking my arms behind my head. “I’d be surprised Tess was up f’it, like.”
“Aye, ya an’ me both,” John-Francis chuckled. “She’s a good girl, now. Can’t be faultin’ her. Declan got lucky wi’ that wee buffer, f’sure.”
“Y’need help wi’ any o’ it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Nah, y’grand f’offerin’ but we got it in hand, now.”
“Ya’d rather take the wee buffer girl than me, aye?” I teased with a grin. “What y’gettin’ at?”
To my surprise, John-Francis heaved himself up and rolled his weight on top of me, pinning me beneath him.
“Ya matter more t’ me than any wee buffer, like,” he murmured, gazing into my eyes. “I’d be keepin’ y’outta trouble. Y’don’t need t’ be involved in the shite me an’ Declan be doin’, now.”
I hummed reluctantly. I had to admit that was a sweet answer. John-Francis leant in and kissed me softly, but when he pulled away, he had a handsome grin on his face once more.
“‘Sides, ya ma scares the shite outta me. Can y’imagine what she’d be doin’ t’ me if I got y’hurt or banged up, like?”
“Jaysus,” I laughed. “Doesn’t bear thinkin’ on, fella.”
After a little while longer spent lounging in bed, eventually John-Francis and I had to accept it was time to get up and dressed for our day ahead. We were both in dire need of a shower after our passionate morning. Whilst the weather had thawed, the mornings were still bitter and after bundling ourselves up in our coats, we grabbed our shower caddies and made our way across the camp to the toilet block.
It was a real point of contention for me that John-Francis and I were never able to shower together, though of course I understood why and agreed it was best not to tempt fate. Even during quiet hours there were folks back and forth here constantly and I didn’t like to think about what would happen if the wrong person discovered us.
So I suffered another shower, lamenting the tiled wall between John-Francis and I and trying to wash off before the warm water dwindled too much. The summer months were far easier for us traveller folks – no one minded a cool shower when the heat of the sun was beating down on you, but when it was chilly like this? It was fucking awful.
I was first to finish up, hurrying from my shower and scrubbing myself dry as quickly as I could. I was just stepping into my jeans when John-Francis appeared, casting me a grin as he eyed my bare chest. There was an old fella still in one of the shower cubicles, but otherwise we were alone.
“Y’lookin’ a wee bit perky there, like,” he murmured, nodding his head at me. “Cold?”
I glanced down with a chuckle, already well aware that my nipples were so hard they’d cut glass.
