Chapter 20 Mickey
Mickey
Viv and I have kissed before. A lot. And in a lot of places.
But this feels…different. And it feels damn good—so good it scrambles my brain a little and the urgency I had to tell her about my feelings?
It vanishes. Talking can wait. Right now, I want to feel her body against me, on me, under me.
She’s tugging on my shirt, so I take the hint and tear it off.
“Feel better now? That was an awfully bulky shirt. I’m glad you got rid of it.
I kiss her and smile against her lips as I ball up the soft, worn fabric of my old Wolves Hockey tee and toss it in the back seat.
Viv moves closer, so I reach down for the switch that slides my seat back, but it’s already been pushed as far as it will go.
No worries. She’s a tiny thing, and I don’t mind getting creative.
It takes a second to get her situated on my lap, and I’m just grateful she’s bendy as hell.
This feels like fucking heaven. Viv is straddling my legs and rocking back and forth on top of me like it’s the best thing she’s ever done and she never wants to stop.
That’s just fine by me.
But all that rocking and moaning and kissing has my dick hard as steel.
I need to relieve the pressure or I’m gonna come in my pants.
That wouldn’t normally be a tragedy, because I can be ready to go again in about fifteen minutes, but we’re not in my bedroom.
We’re on the side of the road waiting for a tow.
I’ve met Nick before, and he’s a nice guy, but I really don’t want to see him again with a cum stain on the front of my jeans.
I reach between us to squeeze my cock and stop the inevitable from happening, but my hand gets distracted along the way. I can’t really blame my hand. Viv’s wearing tiny little shorts and all it takes is a quick flick of my wrist to move the shorts and her lacy little thong out of the way.
Fuck, I love the way she responds to my touch. My thumb is circling her clit, but the rest of my hand is pretty much soaked. Damn. She’s been wanting this for a long damn time. Probably since we left the house hours ago.
“I love to get you worked up,” I say, pressing my mouth close to her ear. “I love how wet you get.”
“That’s what you do to me,” she says on a gasp as I slip a finger through her folds.
I’m fingering her pussy like I was born for it and willing myself not to come. Viv’s just as wrecked as I am, though, because when her first orgasm hits, she collapses back onto the steering wheel while muttering a string of very colorful cursewords.
A horn blares and we freeze. My eyes dart around, thinking Nick must be here, but there are literally no other cars in sight.
It takes us both a second to realize that it’s my horn and that it beeped because her back pressed into it.
Viv giggles, causing her to essentially bounce in my lap, and that only gets me impossible harder.
Viv holds up her hands like she’s about to give me a double high five. I mirror her pose, and she presses her palms to mine before weaving our fingers together. “Let’s get out of here,” she says, leaning in for a kiss.
“Uh, we can’t,” I remind her. “We’ve got a flat tire, and Nick will be here within the hour.”
“I know, that's why we need to get a move on.” She untangles herself from me, scoots back to her side of the car, and exits the vehicle.
“What the hell?” I ask, getting out of my seat and joining her. “Where are we going?” There was an ice cream place about a mile back, but does Viv really feel like taking a stroll and getting a milkshake now?
“Right here,” she says, patting the hood of my car.
Maybe it’s that I need to come and I’m so jammed up there’s no blood getting to my brain.
Or maybe I really am this dumb, but I open my mouth and say what’s on my mind.
“It’s a flat tire, nothing under the hood is going to be any help at all.
The jack is in the trunk, but I don’t even have a spare tire, so it’s really not useful. ”
The beautiful woman in front of me—the one who's been on my mind for over a year now— just laughs. “I know that Mickey. And believe me, I’m not here in a professional capacity to fix your car. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
They didn’t even cover basic mechanics in any of my exercise science classes. Can you believe that?”
“Then what do you want with the hood of my car?” I ask, genuinely curious.
In response, she smiles at me, unbuttons her shirt, leans back, and sprawls out on top of my vehicle. “I want you.”
Holy fuckballs.
My eyes dart around the deserted sidestreet just to make sure we’re alone.
“It’s fine,” she says to me, practically purring the words. “There’s nobody here. And even if there were, I wouldn’t care. I need you, Mickey.
Her words are my undoing, although, to be fair, I’ve been pretty close to unraveling for a while now.
Viv leans up and hooks her hand into my waistband and pulls me close before unbuckling my belt and undoing my zipper.
I push my jeans and boxer briefs far down enough to expose my cock.
Viv gives a wolf whistle and the sound echoes in the darkness.
“Now do me,” she commands, her voice silky as she threads her hands into my hair. It’s like we can’t stop touching each other. There’s no such thing as being close enough. I want to melt into her, and with the way she’s clinging to me, I know she wants the same.
Gently, I push at her shoulders so she can spread herself back out onto the hood of my car.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m not a big car guy, and the one I drive is a piece of shit that gets me from place to place.
I always planned on replacing it as soon as I get a real job.
But now? After this? I might have this fucking car bronzed so it can sit on my front lawn like a damn statue.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, hoping she hears everything I’m not directly stating with those words. I want you. I need you. I love you.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says, reaching up to trace her index finger along the ridges of my abs. Her touch lingers just below my belly button and my cock damn near jumps out of the confines of my boxer briefs.
Viv moves her hands back to cup her tits, and just when I’m about to tell her that’s my job, she releases the front snap of her bra, freeing those gorgeous breasts.
I drag the pads of my fingers over each nipple, and watch as Viv’s eyes flutter closed.
She arches her back in a silent demand for more friction, more attention, and I’m happy to give it to her.
Fuck, I could do this all night. I love teasing the perfect peaks in between my fingers.
I love covering each breast with my hand and squeezing.
“I want you to fuck me right here,” she says, tracing a line down the valley of her breasts.
“Yes.” It’s the only word my brain can think of.
I want to say so much more, to prove with words that I'm worthy of her, that I can be what she needs.
Instead, I grip my cock and stroke it a few times.
Viv leans up and swirls the tip into her mouth, licking and teasing.
Her hand covers mine, and together we jack my cock until precome pools on the head.
Viv takes over, making sure my cock is slick and ready.
I line my dick up, and she pushes her tits together. It’s warm and wet and it almost feels like I’m inside her. The sensation is incredible, and I need more. Viv clearly does, too, because she’s chanting the word as she holds her breasts tight and toys with her nipples.
It feels so damn good. “I could come like this,” I say, choking out the words as I fight for control.
“I want you to come,” she tells me, her words sounding breathless. “I want to make you feel so good you can’t hold back, and I want to watch your face as you let go.”
Her words ignite a fire in me as I increase the pace. The slide and slap of our bodies is the only sound out here tonight. It’s like we’re the only two people in the universe, and that’s just fine with me.
“You want to see me come?” I ask. “I’m so fucking close.”
“I do, but not like this.”
I slow my movements. “Then how?” I ask, ready for her to tell me to flip her over and take her from behind.
“I want to feel you between my legs. I want you inside me.”
Forget slowing down. I stand stock still. “You want…”
“I want to come on your cock,” she tells me plainly, a smile pulling at her lips.
God, I love her. And I know she’s not ready for the true meaning of those words, but I can’t lie to myself.
I love how bold she is. How fearless. I love that she knows exactly what she wants and asks for it without apology.
I want the same thing she does. I want it so damn bad. But I need to make sure it’s not something she regrets in the morning.
As if she can read my mind, she starts speaking. “I know what I want, Mickey, and if you want it, too, then I think it’s time we cross that line.”
“Holy fuckballs do I want it,” I say honestly. “I just need to know you’re sure. I mean, we set that line, and I’m happy to jump right over it, but—”
“Then what are we waiting for?” she asks. “You said it yourself. We set the line. That means we get to move it if we want to. We get to erase it if we want to. These are our bodies, Mickey. And our rules. That means they’re under our control, not the other way around.”
What she’s saying makes a hell of a lot of sense.
“I mean, we made that boundary up in the middle of a heated makeout session, so maybe we weren’t thinking clearly,” I say, letting my hands roam up and down her arms because I can’t be this close to her without wanting to touch her. It’s just not possible.
“Or maybe,” she says, leaning up and puckering her lips for a quick kiss, “that line was what we needed then. But things change, and here we are.”
No more words pass between us. We melt into each other like our bodies are on fire and we’re running out of time.
In a way, I guess that’s true. Nick is on his way, Viv’s graduation is looming, and the end is near for whatever the hell this is between us.
But if Viv’s right and things change, then maybe this can change, too.
Maybe it can evolve. And maybe she wants that as much as I do?
Those are questions for another time, though, because my dick is throbbing and Viv is waiting.
I don’t bother with a condom since we’ve both been tested and have been all over and inside of each other’s bodies for weeks now.
But I do slide my fingers into her pussy, teasing her because it’s so much damn fun.
She’s so wet and ready for me. I stroke myself with her desire as I line myself up at her entrance.
Pushing in inch by inch, I nearly lose my damn mind at the way her body fits me perfectly.
She’s slick and swollen, almost greedy for my cock.
Her channel is tight and when she flexes her internal muscles, I roar with pleasure.
I really don’t think there’s anyone out here right now, but if there is, they’re getting a show.
We’re not slowing down, we’re not unsure.
We’re fully invested in each other’s pleasure.
Viv’s lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, she’s squeezing my dick so good I never want to stop.
I brace one hand on her hip and put the other on her pussy. I need to feel my little firecracker come undone.
“Don’t stop,” she begs as I pump into her and rub that sweet little bundle of nerves.
“Never,” I promise. “I’m never gonna stop making you feel good.
Never gonna stop giving you what you need.
Never gonna stop needing you.” For a second there, I almost slipped and said the wrong word, but I’ll save that declaration for later.
Right now, I need to take her over the edge.
I need to drive her so crazy with need that she lets go of the control she’s holding and lets herself fucking soar.
Her moans are taking me right up to my limit.
The way she moves her body on mine is beyond comparison.
Nothing has ever felt this good. “Come on, Firecracker,” I say, urging her on.
“I want to feel you fall apart. I want to watch it. I fucking love the sounds you make, the way you bite your lip. I need it. Come on, beautiful, give it to me.”
“I’m so close,” she says, the words coming out on a high-pitched whimper.
I keep doing exactly what I’ve been doing, but it’s like her orgasm is just out of reach. Instinctively, I close the space between us, and cover her lips with mine.
That’s all it takes for my little firecracker to go off like a rocket.
Her body pulses around mine as her cries fill the air, and I’m powerless to stop my own release. It barrels right through me, wrecking me for any other lover.
What am I saying? That happened a year ago.