Pulling her pussy down onto my mouth, I take her clit gently between my teeth. I wish I could drag this out longer—mainly for my own personal gain—but she is shuddering above me. I set my tongue to flick directly over her clit. She lets out a familiar cry. I react quickly, slipping my middle finger into her pussy. The sound she makes, and the way her body shakes with her orgasm, gets me rock hard again. I want to tell her I love hearing her come. That I love the taste of her on my tongue as she does, that I love how she reacts to me. But my mouth is busy, and I’m in heaven.
“I can’t—” she says, leaning forward, trying to hold herself up. I grip her hips and roll her off me so she’s lying on the bed. I lower my face towards hers and kiss her. I’m not even sure how long we’re kissing for, but the gentle nudge from Vicky’s hand on my chest pushes me away.
“Your phone is ringing,” she says.
“Let it ring.” I lean down to kiss her again.
“It’s been ringing for ages. It stops and starts again straight away.”
With a groan, I roll over and extract my phone from the pocket of my discarded pants.
“What?” I say as soon as I answer.
“Where are you, bro? How quick can you get to the rink?”
“What the hell for?”
“Just get down here. And bring Danny with you.”
“Is it important?”
“Are you really asking me that?” Ryan says, then he hangs up.
“I guess I’m going to the rink,” I say. “Do you want to stay here? I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
“It’s probably best that I go,” she says, grabbing for my t-shirt.
I’m more than disappointed. “Vic—”
“Just come to mine when you’re done,” she says, rolling her eyes at me. “My bed is more comfortable. But text me when you get there, I want to know what’s so important.”
Vicky
When he wasn’t playing hockey, Liam and I used to spend Sunday afternoons in the campus library, usually to get away from the constant noise that was the hockey house.
One particular Sunday, Liam appeared to be deeply engrossed in his screen as he worked on something last-minute. I had nothing to work on, so I pulled out a novel I was reading and occupied myself. Or tried to anyway. I glanced at Liam, watching the concentration on his face as he worked. He was handsome. I always wondered how I got so lucky. I loved the way his jaw tightened and slacked as he read, and he sporadically adjusted himself in his seat, rubbing the stubble on his face as he did so. I loved everything about him.
“I can feel you watching me,” he said, grinning at me.
“I can’t help it.” And to my delight, he gave me a beckoning nod. I slid off my chair and straddled his lap.
His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close; and I distinctly remember him smelling my hair. I was wearing his hockey jacket, much to the envy of the girls on campus. I felt like I belonged to him, and I was all for it.
“Lee, can I ask you something?” I asked. I wasn’t sure why I chose this time to ask him, but it felt right.
He nodded.
“I was reading something the other day, and I wondered if you felt like taking charge.” I’d giggled after I said it because it sounded better in my head.
“Like, bossing you? Because you’re a law unto yourself. There’s no way you’re listening to me,” he chuckled.
“Hey!” I jabbed him in the chest.
“What? I’m just saying you can be a brat at times, Vic.” I frowned at him. “But I’m not complaining!” he said.
“I am not a brat!” I protested.
“Just saying that makes you sound like one. But, hey, if you want me to be the boss and make you shut up, I can sure as hell shut you up with something.” He wiggled his eyebrows and pulled me closer, dotting kisses along my jaw.
