Chapter 13 Mickey
Mickey
Damn. Viv doesn’t have to tell me twice. I probably break the world record for crossing a distance of about four feet. Maybe no one’s ever calculated it, but they shouldn’t even bother. No one can beat my time, not when it comes to doing what Viv wants or needs.
She’s in no rush, though. She’s standing next to the bed letting her gaze rake up and down my body as though she’s got all the time in the world.
“Lose the shorts,” she tells me, my thumb’s hooking into the waistband before the last word is out of her mouth.
My shorts hit the floor with a soft thud, but I barely hear it.
I’m too busy watching Viv’s eyes light up.
She doing this whole take-charge thing and I fucking love it, but she can’t hold back her smile at the sight of my naked body.
I’m no stranger to nudity. Honestly, I’m comfortable in my own skin, and if I had to choose, I’d rather go without clothes on a regular basis.
It’s not just the choices and the laundry I find overwhelming.
Sometimes the fabric just feels too heavy, too confining.
That probably sounds ridiculous since I usually just wear tees and shorts.
I’ll wear a hoodie if it’s really cold outside.
But, yeah, if I could join a nudist colony, I probably would, on one condition: there could only be two members, and Viv would be the other one.
It’s safe to say I’ve gotten my fair share of attention the past few years for the way I look.
I’m not bragging, just stating facts. And while I won’t complain about the time I got passed around a sorority house like a sampler platter, one thing was clear.
Girls wanted me for the way I looked. They’d fawn over my muscles and fangirl over my washboard abs.
And they’d freak the hell out over my junk.
They wanted to make out with me. They wanted to know if I could use what I’ve been blessed with.
They wanted to test the dexterity of my fingers and lips.
But none of those women ever really wanted me. They never wanted to have a conversation or binge-watch a TV show. No one asked about my day or asked if they could vent about theirs.
No one but Viv.
I know we’re not together, that we’re just having fun, but the heat in her eyes right now tells me she wants me just as much as I want her.
I don’t think she’s mad that our study session was cut short.
Nope. She doesn’t look irritated at all.
Her eyes are heavy, and her lips are parted.
Her cheeks are flushed and she’s running her index finger along the scooped neckline of her off-the-shoulder crop top.
I know just by looking at her and listening to her breathe that her body is humming with need.
I know that when I slide my hand between her legs, I’m going to find her wet and slick.
I know her nipples are hard and they’re begging for my attention.
I know she’s trying to decide exactly what she wants to do to me now that I’m sprawled out on my bed.
She licks her lips and I’d bet just about anything that she’s thinking about wrapping her mouth around my dick.
It’s impossible to hide my response to her, and I wouldn’t, even if I could. I want her to know what she does to me. It’s not just her body that turns me on, it’s everything: her mind, her sass, her sense of humor, her endless energy that damn near matches my own.
“Since your laptop needs to charge,” she says, running the jump rope through her hands like she’s testing its strength, “then it seems like we have some extra time on our hands. I wonder what we should do?”
The look in Viv’s eyes tells me me she already has plans for us, but fuck me if I don’t love how playful she is, so if she’s baiting me, I’m going to bite.
“Got anything in mind?” I ask. My hands are itching to reach for her, and my dick is damn near weeping, but this is her show and I can’t wait to see how it plays out.
Her answering smile tells me I’m about to be in for a good fucking time. “Well, apparently, you can’t focus without this jump rope, right?”
I nod because she’s right, but also because I’ll agree to absolutely anything Viv says.
“I want your focus on me, Mickey. I want you to watch me go down on you. I want your eyes on me as I suck your cock. I want to hear every noise you make. I don’t want to miss a moan or a sigh or a muttered curse.
I don’t want you to be distracted by anything.
I want you to feel all of it—every suck, every lick, every taste.
I fucking love putting my mouth on you. It gets me so damn wet. ”
Her words are so hot that it’s impossible for me to stay still. Reaching my arms out, I grip her around the waist and pull her onto the bed. Viv might be calling the shots here, but I need her right here next to me while she issues her commands and bends me to her every whim.
She’s so fucking beautiful that I can’t tear my eyes off her.
She’s wearing tiny little shorts and a tinier sports bra, but I still can’t wait for her to take them off.
I need to feel every inch of her skin on mine.
But I’m not calling the shots here, so if wants to torture me by staying dressed a little while longer, that’s just fine with me.
“You’re getting distracted,” she scolds, clicking her tongue before licking her full lips. “But it’s okay, because now I know how to get you back on track.”
I can barely think straight as Viv straddles me, her center grazing over my dick.
I’m dying to pump my hips up to meet her sweet little pussy.
The thin fabric of her shorts and thong would be the only barrier between us, but that just means we’re still in bounds for the rule we set.
I want to rock my body against hers. I want to know if she’s soaked through those flimsy little bottoms she’s wearing.
But when I hear the soft hiss of the jump rope as Viv pulls it through her hands, I realize she’s got other ideas.
“Eyes on me, Mickey,” she says, her voice low and soft, but not even a little bit gentle.
“Put your hands above your head. Yeah, just like that,” she says when I stretch my arms up and rest my wrists against the cool wood of my headboard.
“I’m going to put this jump rope to good use. How does that sound?”
“Fucking perfect,” I answer, not sure whether I’m talking about the plan or the woman who’s doing it. Or both.
“I was never a nature scout,” Viv tells me as she threads the rope around my wrists and through the openings in the wooden slats. “So, I don’t know how long this is going to hold. I could probably get on my phone and Google it, but I’m a little busy right now.”
“You do seem preoccupied,” I say, looking up at her handiwork. “But don’t worry about it. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right you’re not,” she says, pulling the jump rope taught. “Because this is just the beginning. Now that I’ve got you tied to the bed, the real fun can start.
The woven length is fitted against my wrists, but it’s not painful. It just increases the intensity of what we’re doing, which is already off the fucking charts. I’m good at sex. I love sex. But it’s never been this good—this playful, this uninhibited—with anyone else.
I watch as Viv shimmies her body down so that she’s lying on her stomach, her shoulders bracketed on either side by my thighs, her head lined up like she’s about to devour my cock.
And then she licks her fucking lips.
My rock-hard dick surges in response.
She wraps her lips around my tip, sucking me in and swirling her tongue over the crown. Hol-y. fuckballs. It takes every ounce of restraint I’ve ever had not to break free of this hold and thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her as she swallows me down.
But that’s not what this is about, so I take a deep breath and watch as she wraps her hand around my base and jacks my cock into her mouth.
It’s the best kind of fucking torture.
Viv’s not shy about taking what she wants. She’s not quiet about it, either and the sounds she’s making are enough to drive me crazy. After a few more strokes, she pops her lips off my shaft and looks up at me, her eyes wide.
“I fucking dream about you. About this. And the reality is even better.” Her words steal my breath for a second, and my vision gets blurry as she takes my length back into her mouth. She’s licking me like I’m a damn ice cream cone and it ‘s a hundred degrees outside.
Every lick and taste is followed by a moan or a whimper, and I look down to see her thighs rubbing together.
“Jesus,” I mutter, unable to stop myself because the scene in front of me is fucking scorching.
The way she’s writhing on the mattress and sucking on my cock like it the best damn thing she's ever tasted? Knowing that pleasing me is getting her all hot and bothered? It’s a fucking turn on and I can feel my dick thicken in her mouth.
She hums her approval and tightens her grip on me.
Damn, that feels so good it’s got me pumping my hips.
The bed is probably shaking, but I don’t fucking care.
I wish like hell that my hands were free so I could show her just how good she’s making me feel.
Instead, I try to put it into words, knowing damn well it’s probably just going to come out in a string of curse words.
“Holy shit, that feels in-fucking-credible,” I say, watching her perfectly pouty lips swallow me down.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” I say, damn near begging, but not caring.
Viv’s eyes meet mine as she moves her free hand down my thigh. Her touch is gentle, at first, but then she dips her hand low and seconds later, she’s cupping my balls. Sweet fucking hell, I’m on the verge of screaming so loud that my parents might hear me. And they’re in New Jersey.