Chapter 8
Mickey
Is Viv McDonald propositioning me? Is that what’s happening right now? Or did I take a puck to the side of the head and now I’m fucking delirious?
If that’s what’s going on here, please don’t wake me up.
When she puts her hands on my shoulders, her delicate fingers kneading and releasing the tension there, I know I’m dreaming. The thing I’ve been fantasizing about for a year now finally happened. I hooked up with Viv..
And she wants to do it again.
I feel like the luckiest man in the universe. Sure, my chances of making it in the pros aren’t great, and there’s a letter in my desk drawer detailing exactly how much of a fucking idiot I am.
But at this moment, none of that matters.
“Say it again,” I tell her, needing to hear the words before I scoop her up into my arms and head for the shower.
“What?” she asks, biting her lower lip like the sexy little vixen she is.
“That I want to fool around with you? That maybe we should just make each other feel good for a while? It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that.
I mean, you know my history,” she says, shrugging one slender shoulder.
She’s right. I do know her history. I don’t know all the gory details, but I’m well aware of the cheating dickbag who broke her heart and shattered her trust. I know she’s sworn off relationships and just does the hook up thing.
That’s not uncommon in college. Yeah, some people pair up and lock in for life like my best friend and his bride, but most people our age are hitting it and quitting it.
That’s how I used to be.
Until my night with Viv.
The night she clearly can’t remember. And I’m sure as hell not bringing it up. How fucking embarassing that a night I play on repeat when I’m alone in the shower is a night so lackluster that it’s not even on her radar.
But tonight was.
What just happened between us affected Viv just as much as it affected me.
“You really want to do that?” I ask, hating that I probably sound insecure as hell. I’m not, especially when it comes to sex, but something about Viv makes me vulnerable.
Instead of answering my question with a simple yes or no, she takes her finger, sucks it into her mouth, drags it out, and traces her nipple. “Yeah, Mickey,” she says, smiling. “I really want to do that. “
Forget dreaming, I’m gonna die right here.
“With me?” I ask, clearing my throat to mask the way my voice cracked. “I mean, I’m not saying if we hook up, it has to be exclusive, or whatever. It doesn’t. You can—”
“I haven’t been with anyone else in months,” she says, stopping my word-vomit and short-circuiting my brain.
“Not since the fall. It just felt weird. I mean I know nothing was stopping me, but I was sleeping in your bed, so it felt weird to be with other guys. Not that we were together. Or that we did anything sexual. But, ugh. Please say something, or else I’ll keep talking. ”
I can’t wipe the smile from my face. “Nah, keep going. It’s nice not to be the one saying too much for once.”
“No,” she says, flashing me a smile of her own. “I think I can find something better to do with my mouth.”
I’m about to ask what she means—Viv’s not the only one who can play the coy and flirty card—but then she presses her hand to the bulge in the front of my shorts, and it’s game fucking over.
Or rather, game fucking on.
My dick’s been hard since I walked in here and found her with her hands all over her tits.
But now, as those same hands glide up my cock and tug at the waistband of my athletic shorts, my whole damn body is responding.
I swear I can feel my blood rush south as she pulls my shorts off.
My common fucking sense—what little I possess—goes with it, too.
There’s no way this isn’t a terrible idea.
Sucking on Viv’s breasts was one thing. That was really just one friend helping another. We were problem solving.
This is different. This is a hook up, plain and not-so-fucking simple. If I don’t want it, the time to speak up is now.
For once, I keep my big mouth shut.
Because I do want this.
I want Viv.
And I’ll happily take whatever she wants to give me.
When she palms my cock and begins to stroke it, I swear she can read my mind.
Her fingers are soft and small. They’re delicate, but they’re working me up into a damn frenzy. She’s applying the perfect amount of pressure even though we’re facing each other at an awkward angle. She continues to work me over as she leans forward and brushes a kiss across my lips.
“Get on the bed,” she commands. “And lie on your back.”
I’d be a fool not to obey.
When she breaks contact, I stand and stretch, giving her a full view of my body before I follow orders and crawl on top of my bed.
There’s no doubt she likes what she sees because she joins me just a few seconds later. The smile she aims in my direction could light a city block.
“A man who can follow directions,” she says, looking up and down my body. I’m sprawled out on the mattress, every damn inch of me is on display. “I’m impressed. I think that deserves a reward.”
I’m wondering how the hell she thinks I deserve something special just because I listened to her and did as she asked.
But then she squeezes the base of my cock with her left hand and starts stroking me again with her right. When she wraps her lips around the tip of my dick, I let my eyes shutter closed as I mutter a string of unintelligible profanity.
Viv’s mouth is heaven and clearly I’ve died from pleasure and it’s my final resting place.
She’s swirling her tongue over the swollen head of my cock like she’s devouring a damn ice cream cone, but I’m not complaining about being her favorite treat.
Hell no. She’s damn near purring as she takes more of me into her mouth.
I place my hand on the nape of her neck because it feels damn good to touch her.
She moans in response and the vibrations set off shockwaves of pleasure.
She pops her lips off my dick and when I see how glossy her lips are, it turns me the hell on. “Are you going to come for me, Mickey?” she asks me, like fucking around is something we do every damn day. I wish it was.
“Fuck, yes,” I pant, answering her question.
“Oh, yeah,” she teases, arching an eyebrow. “And where would you like to do that?”
Every-fucking-where, is the answer my brain supplies immediately.
Again, I swear she can read the thoughts in my brain because she gets that knowing look in her eye before she winks at me.
Motherfucking winks. Viv McDonald is a damn siren and you can’t convince me otherwise, so don’t even try.
I’m fully under her spell and I’m not mad about it.
Not at all, especially when her mouth covers the head of my cock again.
Her left hand is gripping my hipbone and her right cups my balls before moving up to grip my shaft.
Oh hell. It’s too good. I vaguely hear myself shout as I thread my fingers loosely through her hair.
Her kisses are wet and messy and I’m so damn close to coming that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.
Instinctively, I reach for the base of my dick, my larger hand covering her smaller one.
I damn near choke the life out of my dick, but it’s for a good cause.
Viv licks her lips as she eases up off me.
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, but she’s not tired.
I’ve seen her sleepy and I’ve seen her turned on. This is definitely the latter.
“Have you decided?” she asks, draping her body over my legs so that her breasts are pressed against my thighs.
“Decided what?” I ask, because my brain power is shot to hell.
“Where you’re going to finish. You want to come down my throat? All over my stomach? Maybe you want to paint my ass?”
Hell yes, I fucking do.
“What do you want?” I ask. It’s a miracle my mouth can still form words right now.
“All of the above,” she answers, proving once again that she knows my thoughts so well. “But for right now? I want you to come on my tits. How's that sound?”
“Fucking perfect. Switch me places?”
I’m ready for her to protest, since this is pretty much her show, but instead she stretches out next to me on the bed.
It’s so damn tempting to take her in my arms. To kiss her lips and hold her close.
To remind her that we’ve been here before and tell her I’m so fucking glad to be back here now.
But any of those things may scare her off, so I tell myself to chill the hell out.
I’m ready for forever with Viv, and she’s happy just fooling around.
I need to follow her lead, so when I rise up, kneel on the bed, and straddle her body before taking myself in hand, I offer her a playful wink in return for the one she gave me earlier.
She smiles up at me, and it feels like fucking Christmas.
“So damn beautiful,” I mutter, unable to keep the compliment to myself.
“I’m gonna cover these perfect tits, Viv.
Get them so messy we might have to move this party into the shower.
” My words make her moan, and that just keeps the filthy ideas flowing.
“You want that? Want me to lather you up and run my hands all over this tight little body? Fuck, that’s what I want to do.
Then I’ll get on my knees for you. Kiss this pretty cunt.
Make your thighs shake. Make you come so damn hard.
You’re gonna cover my mouth and chin, aren’t you?
Let me taste you all damn day. Is that what you want? ”
Viv’s body is vibrating beneath me. Her lips are parted, and her hands are cupping her tits. She’s a fucking fantasy come to life, and she’s all mine. At least, for now.
I’m stroking my dick as I look down at her.
She's so ready for me, so eager for what I’m about to give her that I feel a little drunk from it.
I’ve got a fucking buzz just from making her come, from worshipping her body and letting her play with mine.
She’s sex personified, this goddess in front of me.
Rubbing my thumb over the head of my cock, I try to keep my release at bay, but it’s a lost cause.
Viv’s too tempting, and I’m on fire for her.
“Show me those tits,” I say, practically begging, even though they’re right in front of me, on full display.
“Like this?” Viv lifts her body so she’s leaning on her elbows and arching her back. I'm not sure if it’s a fancy yoga move, but it’s hot as hell.
I mutter another curse as the force of my orgasm rushes through my body. When the first drops of cum land on her bare chest, I swear to fuck it steals my breath. My body is on autopilot, letting ecstasy wash over me in wave after wave. And Viv fucking takes it all.
I made a mess of those beautiful breasts, and I’m not apologizing.
There’s a fine sheen of sweat on her pretty face, and a few errant strands of hair are sticking to her forehead. She’s so damn perfect, though. And when she lazily drags a finger over her tits and then sucks it into her mouth to clean it off? Holy Jesus, I feel my dick twitch.
Viv’s eyes go wide when she sees my reaction. “Ready for that shower?” she asks, looking down at the wreck we’ve made of my sheets and our bodies..
Honestly? I’m not ready for any of this, but that doesn’t stop me from diving right in.