Viv
It’s just a normal Thursday. I’m in Mickey’s room, sitting on his couch, waiting for him to come home from hockey practice. I’ve got the TV on for background noise, and I’m studying for the test I’ve got tomorrow in my Sports Psych class.
Nothing else going on here…
Except the fact that Mickey and I are hooking up, and Oh. My. God, is it glorious. He’s as talented as I remember, even though he clearly doesn’t remember our time together, but that’s a sin I can easily forgive because the man can do things with his tongue that are otherworldly.
Fooling around is so much fun, but since I had to go and open my big stupid mouth and suggest that we do everything but actual p-in-v sex, there’s a line we don’t cross. It’s smart, really. It’ll keep us from getting too attached.
It’s not easy, though. The way I want to straddle that man and ride him like I’m about to take first prize at the county fair? But, I can’t. Because of my own very smart, very dumb rule.
But like all rules, there’s a loophole. And as soon as Mickey gets home, I’m going to fill him in.
I stare at my notes, but the words are blurring on the screen because it’s really hard to concentrate in my current state. Mickey has turned me into a wanton mess, and while I couldn’t be happier about it, it’s damn frustrating. I try reading the notes out loud, figuring that might increase my attention span, but no. It just makes me annoyed with the sound of my own voice. Ugh.
I’m about ten seconds from closing all my tabs and turning up the volume on the TV so I can watch it properly when I hear footsteps in the hall.
I know, I know. It’s a house of ten guys. Of course I’ll hear footfalls from time to time. But these are Mickey's footsteps, I guarantee it. The man doesn't really walk or run. He’s either skating or bouncing. He’s a tall, muscled bundle of energy, and that’s more than fine by me. The doorknob turns, and he strides in, smiling when he spots me.
“You’re not watching without me, are you?” he asks, pointing at the TV as he dumps his hockey bag in the corner of the room.
“Technically, yes, but it’s not a violation of bestie code because it’s an episode we’ve already watched twice.”
He purses his lips and squints his eyes. “Hmmm…I’ll allow it. Did you have a good day?” he asks, taking the seat next to me, and planting a quick kiss on my lips. And yes, we kiss. And no, that doesn’t mean we’re dating. It means we like kissing each other.
“Yeah, it was fine,” I tell him. “I got coffee with Maggie, taught two yoga classes, and did my practicum at the rehab center. Now I’m here, and I’m trying to study, but I’m struggling.”
Can I help?” he asks. “I’m only taking the undergrad level of that class, and to be honest, I think it’s boring as hell, but I’ll help you study or whatever you need.”
He’s such a good guy. I know for a fact he’s being serious right now and that he actually would help me study if I asked.Luckily, I know the material pretty well, even if I’m having trouble locking in right now.
“Thanks,” I say, closing my laptop. “But honestly, I think I’m good for now.”
“Cool. So, what do you feel like doing? Ollie’s gonna fire up the grill and make burgers later, and the freshmen want to go to trivia at Wolfies. The big prize is unlimited wings for a week.”
“That does sound tempting,” I say, “but I had something else in mind for tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? Did you want to watch the next episode ofDiary of a Killer? Or did you want to lie back on my bed and let me eat your pussy until you come so many times you lose count? Ideally, we could do both, if we manage our time wisely.”
“I like the way you think,” I say, standing up, taking his hand, and leading him over to the bed. “I pick option number two, with a possible pivot to option three if time permits. And, I propose one slight change.”
Mickey pulls off his shirt and hops on the bed, reaching a hand out so I can join him.”Oh, yeah? What’s this change you propose? And can you propose it topless?”
I lift my arms so he can help me out of my top. He flings it somewhere across the room, but I really don’t care about that right now. That’s a scavenger hunt for another day.
“I think you should help me take my leggings off, and your shorts need to go, too,” I say, hooking my thumbs into the waistband. I start to push them down, and Mickey yanks them the rest of the way before tossing them to join my sports bra and his t-shirt. He makes quick work of his basketball shorts and adds them to the pile before turning back to look at me.
Well, to look at my ass. Because I’ve rolled over onto my stomach, and I’ve got my legs spread wide, revealing the butt plug I put in place after my shower earlier today.
“Holy fuckballs.”
I smile to myself when I hear his curse, and I look over my shoulder to see his face. It’s a mix of pure excitement and a little bit of wonder. “Did you? Is that? And you want to?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” I tell him, our gazes locked. “It still falls within the boundaries we set, kinda. And I love it. But if it doesn’t seem like fun to you, then?—”
“Oh, it does,” he says, cutting me off. “I want to touch you everywhere, Viv. I want to get you so worked up that you’re begging me to take out that plug and replace it with my dick.”
“That’s a plan I can get behind,” I say, laughing as I realize the pun I made.
