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 didanything 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.
