Mickey’s hands roam over my body, his touch igniting desire everywhere he goes. I swear, I can even feel it in my knees. His touch is warm and sensual, and I love that I get to see a side of him that most other people don’t. I want to fantasize that he reserves it just for me, but that’s dangerous territory. Dating territory. And I need to stay safely over here on the hook up side of things.
He starts playing with my breasts, and that’s a surefire way to get me to come. I’m a wet, writhing mess at this point, so when his finger trails over the top of the plug, I feel it.
“This is where I want to be,” he says, spreading his body across mine and kissing my shoulder blades as he taps on the end of the plug.
“Then take it out,” I instruct. “And put your fingers there.”
Mickey does exactly what I ask and I can’t lie. That turns me on. I’m so damn ready for him, but he’s taking his sweet time and driving me crazy in the process. He reaches for the lube I left on the bed next to me and squirts some onto his fingers
Finally, two of his thick fingers enter me, and it’s everything I want. I feel so deliciously full that I’m pushing back toward him, practically begging. Mickey’s not always the best at picking up on silent cues, but he reads this one loud and clear. I hear arustling of the sheets and the telltale sound of a foil packet being torn opened, so I turn back to see him lining himself up. The tip of his cock nudges me and I do my best to relax and breathe. A minute later, he’s seated inside my ass. I’ve done this sort of thing, but this feels like a whole new experience, like I’ve leveled up.
His hands are on my hips and I can tell he’s trying to be gentle, but fuck that. “I want all you can give me,” I tell him. “Don’t hold back.”
To his credit, he takes me at my word and pumps into me before slowly pulling away almost completely, and then driving back into me. It’s so good, almost too good, so I snake my hand between my body and the mattress. It only takes a second, and I’ve got my finger on my clit, making tight little circles.
Mickey moans and I hear every word he’s not saying. He wants all of this. And more of this. And he wants me to keep teasing my tight little clit. I'm not usually the type of girl to take orders from a man, Mickey’s cast a spell on me and I don’t want to wake up from it.
Soon enough, I’m coming so hard my vision starts to go hazy. I know I’m being too loud, but I can’t help it. And Mickey must not mind because he shouts a string of muttered curses as he pours himself into the condom.
We collapse on his bed in a messy, sweaty, sated heap.
“That was the best idea you’ve ever had,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I completely agree.
10
Mickey
“Holy shit. You’re fucking.” JT looks at me, slack-jawed as he stands at his kitchen counter chopping veggies for a salad.
“Huh?” I ask, rinsing off another tomato and patting it dry before I line it up next to his cutting board.
“You heard me,” he says. “You’re fucking. Don’t bother denying it.”
“Fucking what?” I ask, playing dumb. I know exactly what he’s talking about, and I shouldn’t be surprised he’s picked up on the heightened chemistry between Viv and me. When JT and I walked into his house half an hour ago from practice, he made a beeline for Maggie, kissing her soundly even before he dropped his hockey bag by the door. Viv and I locked eyes. For a second, my brain told me to stride over to the couch, scoop her up in my arms and do the same, but I told my brain to go fuck itself. Yeah, Viv and I agreed to keep messing around because it’s fun, and there’s really no reason not to. Neither of us is in a committed relationship right now. Viv’s allergic to monogamy, and I’m madly in love with her, so that means we’re both single as hell. And since she'll be graduating soon, it’s not like there’sany possibility this thing between us could go anywhere. That’s not what Viv is looking for, and even though I’d jump headfirst into a relationship with her without a second thought, she’ll probably be living halfway around the country six months from now. There are a million reasons Viv and I are never going to be together, and that’s reason enough for me to be more than content with this whole besties-with-benefits thing she’s cooked up.
But that doesn’t mean we’re telling anybody about our arrangement. Hell, no. They wouldn’t understand. My housemates have been giving me looks all year, and it’s probably only a matter of time until one of them complains about the fact that Viv is a frequent guest at the hockey house again. But you know what? Fuck them. We can have perfectly platonic sleepovers any time we want. We can have sexy ones, too. And it’s nobody’s business but ours.
As long as we’re discreet, we should be golden.
The problem is that Viv and I are the kind of people who live life out loud. We don’t do subtle.
And JT is as observant as hell. He’s giving me that look that says he knows I’m lying. I kinda feel bad for his daughter. His dad stare is top-notch. My sweet niece isn’t gonna be able to get away with shit when she’s older.
“Just admit it,” he says, slicing his way through the rest of the veggies I’ve rinsed and dried.
“Admit what?” I ask, popping a carrot stick into my mouth. “No clue what you’re talking about.”
“You and Vivian. You’re together,” he says, looking up from the cutting board with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Incorrect,” I say, swiping a slice of bell pepper from the pile.
“Fine,” he sighs. “You’re not together, exactly, but you’re fucking.”
“Nope,” I repeat, shoving more food into my mouth so I don’t start rambling. I have a bad habit of over-explaining, and JT knows my tells.
“What the hell, Mick?” JT says, leaning back against the counter and looking genuinely hurt. “We’ve been friends since the summer before freshman year. We’ve been through a lot of shit together these past three years, and you’re gonna start lying to me now?”
