And then she kisses me.
20
Mickey
Viv and I have kissed before. A lot. And in a lot of places. But this feels…different. And it feels damn good—so good it scrambles my brain a little and the urgency I had to tell her about my feelings? It vanishes. Talking can wait. Right now, I want to feel her body against me, on me, under me. She’s tugging on my shirt, so I take the hint and tear it off.
“Feel better now? That was an awfully bulky shirt. I’m glad you got rid of it.
I kiss her and smile against her lips as I ball up the soft, worn fabric of my old Wolves Hockey tee and toss it in the back seat. Viv moves closer, so I reach down for the switch that slides my seat back, but it’s already been pushed as far as it will go. No worries. She’s a tiny thing, and I don’t mind getting creative. It takes a second to get her situated on my lap, and I’m just grateful she’s bendy as hell. This feels like fucking heaven. Viv is straddling my legs and rocking back and forth on top of me like it’s the best thing she’s ever done and she never wants to stop.
That’s just fine by me.
But all that rocking and moaning and kissing has my dick hard as steel. I need to relieve the pressure or I’m gonna comein my pants. That wouldn’t normally be a tragedy, because I can be ready to go again in about fifteen minutes, but we’re not in my bedroom. We’re on the side of the road waiting for a tow. I’ve met Nick before, and he’s a nice guy, but I really don’t want to see him again with a cum stain on the front of my jeans.
I reach between us to squeeze my cock and stop the inevitable from happening, but my hand gets distracted along the way. I can’t really blame my hand. Viv’s wearing tiny little shorts and all it takes is a quick flick of my wrist to move the shorts and her lacy little thong out of the way.
Fuck, I love the way she responds to my touch. My thumb is circling her clit, but the rest of my hand is pretty much soaked. Damn. She’s been wanting this for a long damn time. Probably since we left the house hours ago.
“I love to get you worked up,” I say, pressing my mouth close to her ear. “I love how wet you get.”
“That’s what you do to me,” she says on a gasp as I slip a finger through her folds.
I’m fingering her pussy like I was born for it and willing myself not to come. Viv’s just as wrecked as I am, though, because when her first orgasm hits, she collapses back onto the steering wheel while muttering a string of very colorful cursewords.
A horn blares and we freeze. My eyes dart around, thinking Nick must be here, but there are literally no other cars in sight. It takes us both a second to realize that it’s my horn and that it beeped because her back pressed into it. Viv giggles, causing her to essentially bounce in my lap, and that only gets me impossible harder.
Viv holds up her hands like she’s about to give me a double high five. I mirror her pose, and she presses her palms to mine before weaving our fingers together. “Let’s get out of here,” she says, leaning in for a kiss.
“Uh, we can’t,” I remind her. “We’ve got a flat tire, and Nick will be here within the hour.”
“I know, that's why we need to get a move on.” She untangles herself from me, scoots back to her side of the car, and exits the vehicle.
“What the hell?” I ask, getting out of my seat and joining her. “Where are we going?” There was an ice cream place about a mile back, but does Viv really feel like taking a stroll and getting a milkshake now?
“Right here,” she says, patting the hood of my car.
Maybe it’s that I need to come and I’m so jammed up there’s no blood getting to my brain. Or maybe I really am this dumb, but I open my mouth and say what’s on my mind. “It’s a flat tire, nothing under the hood is going to be any help at all. The jack is in the trunk, but I don’t even have a spare tire, so it’s really not useful.”
The beautiful woman in front of me—the one who's been on my mind for over a year now— just laughs. “I know that Mickey. And believe me, I’m not here in a professional capacity to fix your car. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. They didn’t even cover basic mechanics in any of my exercise science classes. Can you believe that?”
“Then what do you want with the hood of my car?” I ask, genuinely curious.
In response, she smiles at me, unbuttons her shirt, leans back, and sprawls out on top of my vehicle. “I want you.”
Holy fuckballs.
My eyes dart around the deserted sidestreet just to make sure we’re alone.
“It’s fine,” she says to me, practically purring the words. “There’s nobody here. And even if there were, I wouldn’t care. I need you, Mickey.
Her words are my undoing, although, to be fair, I’ve been pretty close to unraveling for a while now. Viv leans up and hooks her hand into my waistband and pulls me close before unbuckling my belt and undoing my zipper. I push my jeans and boxer briefs far down enough to expose my cock. Viv gives a wolf whistle and the sound echoes in the darkness.
“Now do me,” she commands, her voice silky as she threads her hands into my hair. It’s like we can’t stop touching each other. There’s no such thing as being close enough. I want to melt into her, and with the way she’s clinging to me, I know she wants the same.
Gently, I push at her shoulders so she can spread herself back out onto the hood of my car. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not a big car guy, and the one I drive is a piece of shit that gets me from place to place. I always planned on replacing it as soon as I get a real job. But now? After this? I might have this fucking car bronzed so it can sit on my front lawn like a damn statue.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, hoping she hears everything I’m not directly stating with those words.I want you. I need you. I love you.
