“I like having my fingers inside you,” I truthfully admit, and we both look down to where my fingers have disappeared inside her. “If it were possible, I’d just stay in bed with you forever, stuffing you full of my tongue, my dick, my fingers.”
The color on her cheeks darkens. “You have such a filthy mouth.”
I tilt my head to one side. “You complaining?”
“Not at all.” She threads her fingers in my hair. “I like feeling you inside me. I liked everything you did to me tonight, and I want more.”
“Good,” I say, reluctantly withdrawing my fingers from her cunt. “Because I have so much I want to do to you and with you, Vivien Grace Mills.”
34
AGE 20
“Ugh, that feels so good,” Vivien says, lying face down on the bed as I straddle her naked body from behind and massage her tense back muscles.
“You’re studying way too hard. Your shoulders are tied into knots, Hollywood.”
“I want to get good grades,” she mumbles into her pillow as my fingers work the kinks out of her back.
“You’ll ace these exams, and you know what it means.” Sitting back a little, I drizzle some of the massage oil into the crack between her cheeks. “Your arse will finally be mine.” I’ve been dying to take her anal virginity since she told me she’s never had a dick in her tight hole. Knowing I’ll claim this first cranks my arousal to the max. She’s understandably nervous, so we’ve been indulging in a little arse play in preparation for the big event, which Vivien has determined will happen after she finishes her exams.
Rubbing the oil around the edge of her puckered hole, I wish I could claim her here now, but my girl sets the pace. Always.
She lifts her head and looks back at me. “I’m still a little nervous, but I trust you.”
Those words both excite and disgust me. “Have I ever left you feeling anything but good after we fuck around?” I sink the tip of my pinkie inside her arse.
A little gasp trickles into the air, and her face flushes. “I’m always floating on a cloud. You fuck me real good, Dil. Best sex of my life.”
I’m gloating on the inside.Something I’m better than you at.In fact, I’d go all out and say I’m a hundred percent better at being her boyfriend than Reeve Lancaster ever was.
Pushing my little finger in a bit more, I lean down to kiss her on the mouth. “Then trust me on this. I will blow your mind. It’ll be the ultimate post-exam high.”
I toy with her arse for a few more minutes before cleaning up, and then I finish the massage and tuck her into bed while I go to the kitchen to make her some hot chocolate.
“Hey, broski,” Ash says, looking up from where she’s stacking the dishwasher when I enter the kitchen.
“Sick of me yet, little sis?” I tease as I pour milk into a saucepan and set it on the hob.
Since Viv and I started fucking, I basically live here now. Apart from our regular Friday night Whelans date, we haven’t gone out much the past few weeks because Viv is studying. If I wasn’t sleeping over, we wouldn’t get to spend much time together at all. The band has picked up a regular mid-week gig at another pub in the city, and I still work the odd shift at Whelans behind the bar, so we’re both pretty busy.
Viv doesn’t want to stay over at my place, not even after I offered to buy a new bed because I figured she didn’t want to sleep in it knowing she’s not the first woman to claim a spot. Can’t say I blame her. Doubt I could sleep in her bed knowing my twin or any other man had slept there first.
She’s as territorial over me as I am over her.
I honestly can’t remember a time I was this happy. It’s all very domesticated, and I’m shocked at how much I’m loving just doing the normal mundane things with her. Going to sleep holding her in my arms and waking up wrapped all around her is like a balm for my soul. On the rare nights where I have slept alone at my gaff, I’ve felt bereft, like I’m missing an integral limb.
“Never.” Ash snuggles into my side as I stir the warming milk. “You know I love having you here, and you make my best friend really happy, which makes me happy.”
I wrap my arm around my pint-sized sister. “Viv makes me happy too.”
Ash looks up at me with a soft expression. “I know, Dil. You’re made for each other.”
Yeah, I’m not touching that. I’ve given up feeling guilty for my agenda. I had to drop it and just let the chips fall where they fall because I was beating myself up every time I was with Viv, and she was picking up on it. It is what it is, and feeling guilty over it isn’t going to make any difference. So, I’m pretending like it’s not a factor. I’m treating this like a real relationship because it fucking is, and I’ll handle the potential fallout later. Right now, Vivien Grace Mills is my world, and I’m not beating myself up for feeling happy. I’m soaking up all the feel-good emotions like a sponge, cherishing every moment and committing it all to my memory bank to draw upon after it’s over and she’s gone.
A pang hits me square in the gut while my heart lurches in my chest like always when I think about our inevitable end. I’m trying not to go there, but sometimes it’s hard because I’m struggling to imagine going back to my old existence after she’s gone.
“Going to tell me where you keep disappearing to?” I ask Ash, purposely changing the subject before I get depressed.
