Needing 13 - Johnny Kavanagh

WHATEVER YOU WANT, BIRTHDAY BOY

JOHNNY

Someone belting loudly, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, old purple balls, happy birthday to you!" cut through the best fucking dream I'd had in ages. Tara was naked and on top of me, riding me with that possessive fire in her eyes. But then, just as I was getting to the best part, a door slammed, jolting me awake, and suddenly I was buried under a mountain of sheets and tangled limbs, her gorgeous face slipping from my mind's eye.

Jerking upright, I wrestled with the sheets, kicking and shoving them off my face. "My best friend's all grown up!" the voice hollered. "The big one-eight! You can legally buy me pints and smokes whenever I want. It's your birthday, but I'm the one reaping the benefits!"

"Get off me, ya big bastard!" I snarled, finally untangling myself and shoving Gibsie off the bed before he could flatten my girlfriend—if she was even still here. As I flung the covers aside, my heart lurched.

No naked Tara in sight.

"Now, that's a lovely way to treat me," Gibsie muttered from the floor, rubbing his shoulder. "Charming."

"What time is it?" I asked, feeling disoriented and vaguely panicked as I scanned the bed for any sign she'd actually been here.

"You just tossed me off your bed when I came all the way over here to wish you a happy birthday. You oughta apologize for manhandling me, Johnny-boy, not be asking me the time—"

"What fucking time is it, Gibs?" I snapped, rolling out of bed to search the mattress.

"It's only half-six!" he huffed. "You're meant to be buzzing on your birthday—oh for the love of god! Would ya put that oversized beast away!"

"If you don't want to see me cock, knock before you walk into my room," I shot back, heading to the bathroom, bollocks naked. "Baby, you in here?" I called as I slammed the door shut.

A familiar voice snickered from behind the shower curtain. "Unfortunately."

Grinning, I whipped the curtain aside to see Tara perched in the tub, her eyes flashing with amusement. "I knew I didn't dream ya up."

"Nope, not a dream, big boy," she smirked, pulling the curtain back around her. "Happy eighteenth birthday, by the way."

"Best birthday yet," I purred, pushing back the curtain again and stepping into the tub with her. I spun her around, lifting her easily, her thighs wrapping around me as I pressed her back against the cool tile. "You in my bed—" I leaned in, breathing against her neck, my hands roving over her bare skin. "With that perfect little pussy wrapped around my—"

"Are you talking to yourself again?" Gibsie's voice broke through from the other side of the door. "Should I be worried? You having another panic attack? Is it because of the tour or your birthday? You're only turning eighteen, not eighty, lad. Just breathe, nice and slow—I'll go get your Mam–"

I buried my face in her neck, groaning. "No! Jesus Christ, don't get my Ma," I hissed back. "I'm grand, Gibs. I'm not having a panic attack."

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

"Then what the hell are ya doing?"

"I'm taking a shite!" I shot back, making Tara stifle a laugh against my shoulder. "Go downstairs and wait for me, Gibs," I added, rubbing against her, drawing a quiet gasp from her. "I'll be down in twenty minutes—" My eyes roamed over her body, feeling my dick harden. Fuck me. "Maybe thirty." 

"Oh, I know you can last way longer than that, pretty boy," she whispered, her arms winding around my neck as she tugged me closer.

To hell with it. I dove in, capturing her lips in a kiss, my hands wandering greedily across her skin as her soft moans sent my pulse racing.