And what she wants is me.
And what I want is the very real thing happening between us. I trust her completely, so I close my eyes and let myself feel. There’s pressure, but it’s not bad. Viv takes her damn time teasing me, her finger moving in slow, deliberate circles. It’s good—so good—but it’s not nearly enough. I scoot my ass down the mattress an inch or two, chasing her touch. But Viv’s a step ahead of me, as usual. She stretches her body across mine and presses my lips to hers.
I’m so damn hungry for her that I get lost in our kiss. It’s wet and demanding, needy and urgent. There’s no finesse here. No skill. No moves. Just two people who can’t get e-fucking-nough of each other. Our tongues are tangling when I feel her fingerbrush against my hole. It feels so good, but I’m dying for more. Proving she knows exactly what I want and need, and how to give it to me, Viv slips the tip of her finger past the tight ring of nerves.
Holy hell.
I swear to fuck, I see stars, and Viv’s just getting started. She kisses me again, still playing with my ass, and I give myself over to it. I’m just a giant mass of nerve endings that happen to be on fucking fire, and all I can do is react and respond. I’m kissing and sucking her lips, her jaw, her neck. My body is cradling hers, but with my hands tied up, I’m at her mercy. And it’s a great fucking place to be.
Viv presses her lips to mine one last time before shimmying her body back down so she can kneel between my legs once more. She takes her sweet damn time getting settled in. Her finger is still toying with the sensitive flesh of my ass, delving just a little deeper. The pressure is so damn good that the words coming from my mouth are really just noise. When she wraps her mouth around the head of my cock, I really can’t think straight. The dual sensation is overwhelming but it fucking works for me. It’s like my brain needs to be overstimulated so it can function right, and this is doing the goddamn trick. Viv’s working my cock and my hole in perfect rhythm and I’m watching her cheeks hollow as she sucks me down. It’s too much. Too good. Too perfect.
“Fuck,” the word leaves my lips in a roar as I pump up into her warm, wet mouth.”You’re gonna make me come,” I tell her.
Viv grips my shaft as she slides her lips up my length. She releases me and smiles. “I sure as hell hope so, Mickey. That’s the whole point.”
Without waiting another second, she dives back down onto my dick at the same time she begins to move her finger in tight little circles. My vision blurs at the flood of sensation, and I can’thold back. My hips jackknife off the mattress with the force of my release, but Viv holds on tight and goes along for the ride.
I’ve never come this hard in my life. My whole body is electrified as the release works its way through me. When Viv reaches up to untie my hands, I wrap them around her arms and drag her body up until our lips are touching again. My kiss is not gentle. It’s full of al the passion, the heat, the fucking need she’s unleashed in me.
She pulls back just for a second and smoothes her lips over my hands and wrists. They’re not sore, but her attention is too good to pass up.
Viv McDonald is entirely in charge of my pleasure, and if I have my way, that will never fucking change.
14
Viv
“Ihope it stays this warm,” I say, stretching and closing my eyes as I turn my face toward the sky. It’s only March, but we’re in the middle of a heat wave, and it feels good to have the sun on my face and shoulders.
“JT said it might snow this weekend, but maybe he was joking?” Mickey says, frowning. “I fucking hope he was joking.”
We’re laid out on a blanket on the courtyard lawn. I’ve got my head in Mickey’s lap and if I turn a few degrees to the left, things could get out of hand pretty quickly, but that’s just how it is with us. Our chemistry is off the charts, but I shouldn’t be surprised. It always has been. When I’m not tearing his clothes off, I'm laughing at his stories. He’s like a magnet. I’m drawn to Mickey whenever he’s in the room, and I’m thinking about him when he’s not close by. The feelings I have for him could run way too deep if I let them. It’s probably a good thing that I’m about to graduate and that, after my phone interview last week, I’m pretty sure I’m one of the top candidates for the job with Destination Cruiselines. Maybe if I’m halfway around the world, I’ll stop mooning over my best friend.
“Dude, is that a dunk tank? I thought they only brought that out for Summerfest. This is freaking awesome.” He’s pointing across the lawn at a little booth where, sure enough, there's a guy sitting above a tank of water and people are lining up to throw bean bags at a target.
It’s supposed to hit eighty degrees today, and the lawn is packed with college students in board shorts and bikinis. I’m not sure I’d want to take the plunge into a vat of water, but who knows? It might feel really good.
“Hell yeah,” he crows. “They’re setting up a water ice stand. I wonder if Ollie still has his Slip n’ Slide? I should text him. We had a watergun fight at Summerfest last year, and we smoked the baseball team. It was an epic battle. Remember?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I had to miss it because I had cheer camp.”
“That’s right. We could recreate it today, if you’re up for it. Ollie should answer back any minute now, and even if he doesn’t, we could swipe some trays from the dining hall, find a hose, and make our own water slide. It’s super easy.”
I laugh because he’s not joking, and I’d bet my brand-new yoga mat that Mickey’s a pro at making DIY water slides. “Let’s do it,” I say. “I feel like I was always busy with cheer, and I missed out on a lot of the stuff that most college kids take for granted.”
Mickey squints his beautiful green eyes. “Did you? I spotted you at a party on Jock Block the first week of my freshman year.”
“You saw me? Why didn’t you say hi?”
“Uh, because we didn’t know each other,” he answers.
I smack his chest playfully. “That’s how you get to know people, you goofball. And yeah, I went to a lot of parties. I was definitely not a wallflower. But stuff like this? Lying on the lawn and playing games and hanging out? I never had time for it. If I wasn’t at practice, I was working on routines or planning teambuilding activities. Being a cheer captain is not for the faint of heart.”
Mickey nods, because as a fellow athlete, he gets it. What he doesn’t say is that when I wasn’t busy with cheer, I was busy wasting my time on guys like Jace and Lanza. I wish I could go back in time and get those hours back. I mean, yeah, Lanza and I had fun together, but it was nothing in comparison to the fun I have with Mickey. With Lanza, and with my other hookups, all I cared about was sex. As long as we both got what we needed, I was more than satisfied. It was like scratching an itch, and once I took care of it, I went about my regular day.
But Mickey’s not an itch. He’s a jolt of electricity.
What I have going with him makes the other guys grainy and muted. Getting naked with Mickey is incredible, but so is taking a walk or eating lunch or lying out in the sun.
