Page 35 of Call Out
Her eyes flicker from my face to my dick, then she whispers, “I’ve missed you, Danny.”
“Me or him?” I joke, sheathing my hard-on.
Her skin pinks. “Mostly you. I’m so ready for this.” She backs onto my lap with that peachy ass leading the way. She’s so damn sexy, with womanly curves and eagerness. I guide the tip of my dick along her slick entrance and pause at the opening.
“When you're ready.” She doesn’t need to be asked twice. A satisfied whimper skitters over my skin. I swear I’m going to come when her tight walls close in around me. Taking the opportunity to assist, I seize her hips and buck up into her.
“Omigod, Danny,” she cries out.
When she bounces down, I reach around and secure my hand on her soft belly. Hair cascades down her spine, covering my chest when she tips back. Her feet plant down firmly so she controls the movements. She’s in charge, using my dick for the sole purpose of getting herself off. I’ve surpassed arousal and entered utopia.
“Keep going, Viv,” I hiss into her ear. With that command she sinks down harder, faster, wetter. The intensity tortures me into submission.
Sex has never been this exceptional. From the delicate scent of her neck to the alluring sultry rasps, I’m absorbed in our connection, matching her enthusiasm with vigorous thrusts.
I hold her ass high for a fraction of a second and then slam her body weight down onto me. Holy fucking hell. She breathes out my name as her inner walls clench like a vice.
My pulse hammers until my balls lift, then it stills for a beat before it thunders in my chest all over again. Our rhythm is wild and savage. Her back bends as an orgasm consumes her. I growl out my release, hoarse and a little crazed.
Viv sprawls across me, spine to chest. “That was fun.” She sighs. “I like how I become a different person when I’m with you,” she says with a honeyed texture to her voice.
“You’re the same person,” I chuckle. “This is the real you, even with those obscure names for my dick.”
Viv giggles, rotating into me. “Nonna said it was exceptionally vulgar for a lady to verbalize rude terms. And,cock…” Her voice softens as the word whispers past her lips. “Is one of those words, don’t you know.” She mimics a posh British accent, sort of. “It’s terribly uncouth, Mr. Rocco. That’s why I got creative.”
“Was she British?” I ask, shifting on the step because my ass is going numb.
Her nose wrinkles. “Nonna’s mother was English. I guess that’s why she loved tea so much, and her father was Italian. However, she was born and bred in Sunnyville. A pillar of decorum and order.”
“Let’s go upstairs, and you can enlighten me with a few more of those creative phrases.”
It takes a few minutes for my energy to return. From the stress of dealing with Zoe, to managing the rabid attraction for Viv, I’m exhausted. Her arms close around me, and I slide my arm beneath her knees, lifting her up with me.
“Turn right at the top, and it's the third door,” Viv directs, staring at me from under hooded lids.
We burst into the room like Adam and Eve entering The Garden of Eden. Holy hell. From the blooming wallpaper to the petal explosion bedspread, there’s a clash of floral decoration everywhere I turn. “You sure like flowers.”
“It’s Nonna’s house. She left it to me. I’ll modernize it at some point.” Silence falls between us. A gloomy reminder of the ceremony earlier and the cruel reality of fate.
“Or you could leave it until you're ready,” I suggest, knowing all too well how much effort it takes to move on. We drop onto the botanical bed. “So... Love glove?” I smirk.
She lies on her back beside me. “Oh, there’s more where that came from. How about love truncheon?”
“Can I put my love truncheon in your love glove?” I laugh when she flips on her stomach and pops her eyes wide. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. “Is it wrong that I’m totally turned on by your terminology?”
“Oh, really?” A smile plays on her lips. “How about your mighty Excalibur? Or woody womb pecker?” Viv traces a fingernail across my abdomen. Shivers rocket over my skin at the slight contact.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much. You’re beautiful and funny. A rare combination.”
She lifts up to her knees and stretches across me. This is a rare anomaly for me. The intimacy, the intensity and the inclination to take her in every which way.
“I’ve got a healthy hoard of these.” A foiled condom crinkles in her fingers, and a sticky note flutters onto the bedsheet. Her face blanches as it lands. She snatches the handwritten piece of paper faster than a flash of lightning.
“Hiding something?” I ask when the page crumples in her palm.
Hair swooshes as she shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Viv?” I cock a brow, not sure why my pulse jumps at the idea of her secret. How hypocritical. Her shoulders drop, and she makes a low grunt from her throat. “It’s an insignificant list.”
