“You, Viv McDonald, are a genius,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before taking a step back.
It only takes Mick a few seconds to toss his slides in the general direction of his closet before peeling off his socks and throwing them in the same vicinity. Then he rips off his own sweatshirt and tugs off his athletic shorts
That leaves Mickey in just a pair of very snug boxer briefs.
Let me be clear: I am not complaining.
Before I can sink to my knees and tear them off him, he’s wrapping his hands around my waist and lifting me onto the bed. Hooking his thumbs into the top of my bike shorts, he looks at me for explicit permission. All it takes is a nod and a wiggle of my hips before I’m bare from the waist down.
“Are you ready for the fashion show?” I tease, slipping my fingers through the straps of my sports bra. “I should take this off first, so I can model all the pretty things I bought, right?”
“You should take it off, for sure,” he tells me. “But I think the fashion show might have to wait? I bet you look hot as fuck in everything you got, but nothing is better than you, completely naked, and spread out on my bed.”
I can’t argue with that logic, especially when he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. There’s a thin layer of scruff lining his jaw and it brushes against the sensitive skin of my breast in a way that makes my body ache with need. I can’t help but arch my back, forcing our bodies to collide. Mickeytakes hold of my waist and scoots my body forward so he can crawl onto the mattress with me.
Sex with Mickey is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s different every time. We don’t fuck around just to fill a need, we simply can’t keep our hands off each other. But it’s more than that. There’s a connection between us that even I can’t deny.
“So why’d you swipe the whipped cream, Viv?” Mickey asks rising up to lean back on his heels and let his gaze rake over my very naked body. “You planning to make ice cream sundaes or something?”
Shaking my head, I reach for the band on his boxer briefs and pull him down so that he’s close to me. “Nope,” I answer. Fishing around in the tangle of sheets, I smile when my fingers find the cool cylinder. Picking it up, I place it in his hand before letting my own trail up my body. Cupping my breasts, I meet his eyes. “Since you had ice cream for dinner, I figured you might be hungry for dessert.”
I feel the surge of his cock between us, and I love that there’s no hiding his reaction to me. I’m so damn tempted to open my legs wide and spread my lips so I’m fully exposed. I want to feel his cock thickening as he slides into me. I let my hands knead my breasts to keep them busy and because it feels so good. We’re both breathless as he pumps his hips causing the bulge in his boxer briefs to brush against my center. A flood of arousal courses through me. “I can fucking feel myself getting wetter,” I tell him. My voice is desperate , needy, but I don’t care. I need thisˆ need him—now.
His green eyes grow darker, heavier as his lips part. His thrusts are steady now, and we gasp every dam time the fabric of his shorts teases my swollen clit. He wants this just as much as I do. I can see it in his gaze and feel it in his touch. The words are forming, but just as I’m about to open my lips and beg for mercy, Mickey leans back, winks at me, and shakes the can in his hand.
The whipped cream can I completely forgot about. It’s only been a few minutes since I handed it to him, but time means nothing when you’ve got a hot man between your thighs.
“I fucking love whipped cream. Did you know that? I used to spray it straight into my mouth, that’s fucking good this shit is. But I think I have an even better way to eat it now.” Giving the container one last vigorous shake, he pops the top off, presses his finger against the nozzle and sprays perfect, frothy white mounds on each of my tits.
They're cold against my heated skin, but before they can melt, Mickey’s lips and tongue are covering me. He laps up every drop of the sugary cream, and he moans as he’s doing it.
“You taste so fucking good,” he tells me, licking his lips. I reach for a kiss and he gives it to me, his mouth sweet and warm. When he pulls away, I miss the contact, but when I hear the spray nozzle and feel the cool sensation of the whipped cream being applied to the swells of my breasts, I decide I like being his canvas.
“You like it?” he asks, even though he damn well knows the answer.
“Feel free to create any kind of art you want, as long as you lick it up and clean your mess.”
My words ignite a fire in him as he licks and kisses his way down my torso. Mickey takes his sweet time dispensing little puffs of whipped cream and slowly licking them up. He’s making his way down to my thighs, eating off every part of my body except the one that’s practically begging to be devoured.
“Now,” I pant. “I need you.”
“What do you need?” he asks, his face buried between my legs, his lips so damn close to my center, but not close enough.
“You. Fuck. Please.” The demands come out in a hurry. I’ve lost all my finesse, all my flirtiness. Mickey reduces me to a puddle of want and need and I’m powerless to resist the pull hehas over me. When he spreads my folds and licks me, my vision goes a little hazy. It;s exactly what I’vebeen craving, and I can’t get enough. My hips lift off the bed, and I’m all but shoving my pussy in his face.
He’s not mad about it, though, since he’s eating it like a starving man. His greedy mouth sucks and bites and consumes me while his hand caresses my hip, my backside, and then runs lazily up and down the crack between my cheeks.
“Do you need this, too, Viv? Do you need me here?”
“I need you everywhere,” I say, unable to hold back the truth.
Every part of my body is weeping for him. I’m drenched with need and so turned on that my body is practically vibrating. I relax, letting desire open me up, and when his thumb pushes into the tight, puckered ring of my backside, I can’t help but cry out. “Fuuuuck.”
His thumb is working me over, his tongue is turning my bones to liquid. When he reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together, I hold on tight just as I let go. My orgasm crashes over me from all sides. It’s relentless and powerful. My whole body is shaking with the force of it.
As I start to come down from my release, I realize I’ve never been so satisfied in my whole life. But when he makes his way up my body and presses his swollen lips to mine, I feel cherished.
Mickey Mikalski’s going to ruin me for all other men. There’s no way around it.
