His fingers are curled inside me, tapping out a rhythm my body somehow recognizes even though it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I feel my orgasm start when every cell in my body feels like it’s on fire.
“Fuck, yes, Give it to me, Viv. I want to fucking drink you. I want to feel you soak my face.”
I wouldn’t necessarily call myself an obedient person.I tend to color outside the lines, but in this case, I follow Mickey’s orders. This orgasm isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s a complete release of pleasure—and a flood of arousal. Before I can fully wrap my mind around it, I look up to see Mickey’s lips, chin, and stubble wet with my desire. Holy god, it’s practicallydripping off him and I that’s when I realize I feel it between my legs and over my ass.
Mickey just made me squirt.
I should be depleted. Hell, I might be dehydrated. But the burst of energy I feel is due to only one thing: my need for Mickey.
I scramble up to me knees and then onto my feet. I leave our little sex nest just long enough to dig through my bag and find the condom I always keep there. Mickey smiles when he sees the foil packet I’m holding, and he sucks in a satisfying breath when I sheathe him. He’s as hard as stone, but soft as silk, and I can’t wait to have his heat inside me. I don’t take my time teasing and seducing. Instead, I line our bodies up, rub my swollen pussy lips over the thick head of his cock, and sink down inch by in-fucking-credible inch until I’m filled with him.
“Hol-y Fuck. Balls.” We say the words in unison, and a laugh escapes my lips before I begin rocking onto him and lean down for a kiss. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but it’s never been this much fun, It’s never made me feel so complete.
And that’s when I realize I might be in deep trouble here.
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6
Mickey
“Jesus, Mick. Put that fucking thing away.”
I ignore Dutton Wagner’s request for several reasons. First off, the guy’s an asshole. He’s my friend, sure. But he’s also an asshole. Plus, he’s sleeping with my sister, and yet I restrain myself from punching him in the face everyday. That’s admirable, if you ask me. The most compelling reason I don’t listen to him, though, is because I don’t want to.
Yeah, my dick’s out and proud for my housemates to see, but there’s a very good reason for that.
I’m here to solve a mystery, and I can’t do it alone.
“Does my dick look weird?” I ask, facing them head on, then turning a few degrees to the right, and then to the left.
Dutton’s shielding his eyes, Leo and Dime are engrossed in a video game, and Jenksy just shakes his head.
“Yeah, dude,” he says. “You’re hung like a fucking horse. Maybe you should get that checked out.”
I roll my eyes as he heads into the kitchen. I’m well-endowed, sure, but that’s not what has me concerned.
“I’m serious,” I plead. “I’m not talking about the size, and I need an honest opinion.”
“An honest opinion about what?” Viv asks, passing Jenksy as she carries a bowl of pretzels into the living room and takes a seat on one of the recliners. Damn, she looks good today. That’s not unusual. She’s always wearing sports bras and leggings and walking around here looking like a damn fantasy.
“About my dick,” I answer honestly. Maybe I should be embarrassed or show some modesty, but hell, why start now? I’m not shy about my body—I don’t think anyone should be—and everyone here has seen me fully naked before. Viv pretends she hasn’t. Or maybe she really doesn’t remember. But that doesn’t matter. This isn’t sexual. It’s clinical. Someone needs to remind my dick of that, though. I squeeze the base of my cock as I adjust myself and turn toward Viv. I do my best to think about landfills and polluted oceans and other depressing facts while she checks out my junk.
“Uh, do you two wanna be alone?” Dime asks, glancing up from his game.
“Yeah, dude,” Flo, another freshman, says. “You know you have your own room, right? You can just take your girl there so she can look at your dick in private.”
“Oh, we’re not together,” Viv says automatically. “We’re just friends. And it’s just a dick. I’m an Exercise Science major, so I’ve taken my share of anatomy classes.”
“Isn’t that your major, too, Mick?” Flo asks. It takes a second for me to find my voice and answer.
I stall for another second because I’m not sure how to answer. I thought it was my major, but if I tell the guys that, they’re going to have questions. And I can’t answer those questions because all of my brain power is being used to keep my dick from getting hard while Viv stares at it.
“It hangs a little to the left,” she says, tilting her head and nodding as if she’s double-checking her work.
“Right?” I agree. “That’s what I thought, too. It doesn’t hurt, though, and it still works, so maybe I just slept on it funny?”
“You slept on it funny?” Dime repeats. “Yeah, cause it’s your third damn leg. Jesus. Don’t you wear boxers or something to keep that monster in place?”
