by Piper Frost
“You gonna swim in your clothes?” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Oh.” I blink, then run to grab my suit. “Got it! Thanks!” I grab a room key on my way out and speed walk down the hall. He said fifteen minutes, but I needed out of that room before the awkwardness killed me.
PAIGE: Are you bringing your suit down?
I wasn’t planning on swimming, but if he comes down with the rest of the team we kind of have to hang out with them. I don’t get a text reply before I get my answer and the whole team strolls through the doors. Fenton’s in his suit and when his eyes land on me, he’s grinning.
“God you’re beautiful.” He grabs me and kisses me three times.
“Hello to you, too,” I say, giggling and wrapping my arms around him. He spins me around, landing another kiss on my lips before setting me down. “How’s it feel to be state champions?”
“Pretty amazing.” He glances around. “But would feel more amazing if we were alone right now. Gray and Kirby are in the pool,” he whispers. “My room’s empty.”
My body reacts to his words and I let out a little whimper I didn’t even know I had in me. “Yes please,” I whisper, biting my lip and giggling when he grabs my hand and yanks me out of the pool room.
We run to the elevator and when I step inside, he pushes me against the doors and kisses me until they ding on the third floor. Snatching my hand, he runs to their room and slides the key. When we get inside, he picks me up and spins again.
“Today’s fucking awesome,” he says through smile.
“I know. You won state!” I search his eyes as he slowly sets me down to my feet. “I love you,” I test the words now that we’re not rushing with adrenaline and it feels perfect. Absolutely perfect. “I like that,” I giggle. “It felt nice.”
“That’s why today’s awesome. Winning state’s cool, but you love me.” He bites my lip, not letting me go. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a few weeks but didn’t want to be crazy. But I do.” He looks into my eyes and the playful smile on his face is gone, replaced with something deeper. “I love you.”
My stomach flutters and I wrap my arms around his neck, nudging his nose with mine. “You can’t stop love,” I whisper. “So maybe we’re crazy. But I’m not going to try and stop it. I love the way I feel around you. I love the way just a smile from you makes whatever shit’s happening that day better. I love who I am with you, so why try and stop it?”
“Don’t do that.” He’s walking me backward toward the bed. “Don’t try and stop it,” he says as we fall and he hovers over me. “I wish you could spend the night with me.”
“Me too.” I push my lips to his. “Maybe when we get back we can figure something out.” I feel him smile against my lips as I wrap my legs around him.
His hand slides up from my hip to my bra while he kisses me deeper. He’s copped a feel a couple of times, but not like this. This time he’s taking his time, squeezing, roaming, pinching. Normally it’s a quick grab, but this is nice. God, his hands on me feel nice.
I arch my back into his hand and his eyes lock on mine.
“Take it off,” I whisper, grinning at him.
He stares me in the eyes a few moments. We’ve seen each other naked before, but we haven’t explored. Our make-out sessions usually don’t last long because it’s hard not to do more. Keeping eye contact he slowly slides his hands to the back of my bra, going even slower to pull it from my arms. I lose his eye contact to my boobs now but before he dips his head, he looks me in the eyes, holding it while he pulls his tongue over my nipple.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, the warm sensation that turns me into a puddle underneath him leaves my nipples chilled when his tongue is replaced with a flick of his thumb. Our make-out sessions have seriously been lacking if this is what I’m missing out on. “I like that,” I giggle, then gasp when he treats himself to another taste.
“Me too,” he whispers and moves to the other. His hips shift and he nudges against me. He’s never let me get him off. I’ve tried but he never allows it because he thinks I’ll regret him or something. That’ll never happen.
“I want to...” I don’t know how to put it into words. I’ve never had to beg to get a guy off before. I slide my hand down his chest, loving every bump of his muscles. Gliding along his erection, I smirk and he groans, pushing his forehead to mine. “Please.”
“I don’t think we should. Not here. When we do that, I want you to be able to stay the night with me. I didn’t tell you I love you because I want that from you, Paige. I can wait.” He glances away then chuckles. “I have a hand.”
I bring my other hand to his cheek, bringing his eyes back to mine and smile. How I managed to score such a patient and caring guy I’ll never understand.
“I do too, silly.” I rub his dick more. “And I wasn’t talking about sex.” In a move he doesn’t see coming, I manage to flip us over on the bed. “I have a hand too. It's not fair that you always go home not...satisfied.” I lean down, pushing my lips to his then tasting his skin as I move down his throat.
He grabs my chin and lifts my head until I look at him. “You satisfy me. In every way possible,” he insists but it doesn’t make me stop kissing down his chest. “Paige,” he groans and when I glance up, he covers his face a minute. “We should wait.”
“You should stop talking.” I push my hand under the waistband of his shorts and grip him gently. I’m wet just thinking about what this is doing to him. “I’m not innocent, you know.” I slide down his legs, taking his shorts off as I go and when he springs free, I lick my lips. “I’ve wanted to taste you for a long time,” I whisper.
I slide my thumb over the tip where a clouded bead sits and he moans, lifting to his elbows. “You sure?”
“More than sure.” My hand strokes him and I watch as he accepts that this can happen. It’s like he’s afraid to hurt me, but this isn’t something I haven’t done before. I may not be ready for intercourse, but this is something I know I’m comfortable with and not afraid of doing. I wish I could say he’s my first blow job, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t the most special time I’ve done it. We’re in love and I trust him with everything. I want to go all the way, but not until the moment is right.
My hand strokes from bottom to top and as I pump down again, my mouth covers him, sliding down until I can’t anymore. He groans and puts his hand gently on my head. I flick my eyes up to his face and can’t help but smile. He’s my super hot boyfriend and I’m in love with him. And finally blowing him. I give a little moan and it makes him grit his teeth as his fingers curl into my hair, but he’s not applying any pressure. When I pop off the tip of him, I flick my tongue back and forth over the seam underneath. Shea said her boyfriend goes crazy for that, and Fenton seems to do the same.
“Fuck, Paige, fuck,” he pants and his head starts to nod.
I move my hand faster before sliding my lips down him and suck as I come back up. I do it a few more times.
“Just like that,” he encourages me so I do it again and this time he grabs my hair with both hands, pulling it all out of my face. “I’m going to come,” he warns, wide eyed and flushed cheeks. I moan again and his eyes squeeze shut for a minute. “Beautiful,” he blurts like he expects me to pull away, but I don’t. “Paige, I’m going to come.”
I grin but keep bobbing over him and his eyes squeeze closed again as he moans, carefully falling back to the bed. I don’t stop until he does and I don’t usually do this, but I swallow. Having actual feelings for Fenton, I don’t want to run to the bathroom like I normally would. I don’t want to hurt his feelings and I know he’s sensitive when it comes to us doing more, so I’m not going to ruin this. So I swallow...and it’s not horrible.
I smile up at him, liking that I made him fall apart like that, then crawl back up his body and nuzzle into his neck while he catches his breath. His arm wraps around me and he holds me tight. When he presses a kiss to the top of my head I close my eyes. I want to stay just like this all n
ight, in his arms, warm, happy. But when he starts to sit up, I furrow my brows.
We look at each other and the grin on his face falls. “Can I touch you?” he asks like he was just going to do it, but decided to ask instead. I wish he’d just do it, but I know that’s not Fenton. He wants me comfortable. He wants my permission.
“If you want.” I need him to touch me. I want him to. But I also don’t want to beg.
He moves, his mouth latching onto mine but he gets me under him. “I love you, Paige,” he whispers as he kisses down my throat, stopping at my breasts.
His hands are strong, but he’s gentle as he grips them. His teeth scrape over my nipple and I gasp and bow off the bed some as my stomach does a flip and my legs spread open on their own. He chuckles but doesn’t make my invitation a big deal, he just kisses down my stomach, so slowly I might scream. His lips kiss right up to that point. Everything in me is screaming and needy. I just need him to touch me there. When he starts to chuckle again, I raise my head and look at him wide eyed.
“You’re really cute when you’re waiting,” he says and I drop my head back with a groan. Torture is not funny.
“You’re really hot and all, but I can’t say you torturing me is fun. I mean, it’s fun, don’t get me wrong, but it could be way more fun. I think. I’ve never done this. But it seems like it’s going to be awesome.” I cover my eyes with my hand. “Sorry,” I mutter and laugh. “Just...what are you waiting for!”
“Hey, beautiful.” He slides back up me and pecks my lips. “Shh, okay?” He laughs and when his dick bobs, he nudges me and my eyes go wide as I gasp. He’s already hard again.
He looks down. He’s right there. One of his hands stays next to my head and the other reaches down, grabbing himself. He slides it over me and I moan. Oh my god. He rubs his dick against me again and my legs spread wider, wanting more, but that’s all he does before he moves back down my body. This time he doesn’t wait. His mouth kisses me like he does my lips and my eyes start to water it feels so good.
“Oh god,” I gasp. Shit. He kisses me, licking and sucking while his hand slides up my body and his fingers find my nipple. When he pinches slightly I arch my back. His tongue down there is better than Shae said it would be. It’s hot and warm and it’s like he knows what he’s doing. “Shit, Fenton,” I moan, my hips moving to meet his face. I grip his hair, gently nudging him closer to me as he finds a rhythm that makes my entire body tingle.
Just when I think I’m going over that edge, he pulls back and slides his fingers over me. Lifting my head, I lock eyes on his and almost demand for him to return where he was but then his fingers rub over that spot and my eyes flutter closed again. He kisses my thigh while his fingers work their magic and soon his mouth is back at it, driving me insane. His tongue twirls perfectly right where I need him and I have to grip the sheets to try and not scream when my orgasm hits me.
“Holy fuck,” I pant, my thighs squeezing around him when he doesn’t stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, my body quaking around him. I clutch onto his hair and practically ride his face until my orgasm stops, then fall back to the bed completely limp.
He’s got a grin on his face bigger than when he won state. He swipes the back of his hand over his mouth then slides up next to me, kissing my jaw. His big hand wraps around my hip, giving me a little pull until I turn toward him and wrap my arms around him. Our noses push together, and we’re both smiling.
“I love you,” I manage to whisper, my eyes fluttering closed. “Holy crap, I love you.” I need to catch my breath but my heart is hammering and my mind is completely fritzed out right now. “And that. I love that, too.” I giggle.
He laughs with a groan as he wraps his arms completely around me and nips at my jaw. “I love that more than you realize. I don’t want to wash my face.”
“I like that too.” I run my thumb over his jaw. “But maybe you should before you see my parents again tomorrow.” I sigh and shift, tired and comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms.
“Maybe.” He sighs and inhales a deep breath while his nose is in my hair.
I turn in his arms, pushing my back against him and letting his arms wrap around me.
“Just a nap,” I mutter. “A short little nap.”
“Paige,” he whispers in my ear, kissing over my neck. “Wake up, beautiful. We have to get dressed before your brother and Kirby come back to the room. And they’ll probably have a couple guys from the team with them. They aren’t seeing you naked.” He gives my butt a soft pinch and I squirm. “Up. Put on clothes. Let’s find some food.”
I groan and stretch out. He’s right, I do need clothes since they’ll probably be back any minute. But it feels so right being here with him like this. The only thing getting me out of bed is the fact that I don’t want my brother walking in on this, let alone any of those of other guys.
I stand and collect my clothes that are littered throughout the room while he heads to the bathroom. I can’t stop smiling and my cheeks feel warm. Every inch of my body is sensitive right now. Putting a bra back on sucks, because I like letting him have access, but him sharing a room with those other guys means we won’t have much more alone time this weekend. We really need to figure out a night where we can stay together. Maybe at the guest house one night.
The door handle jiggles just as soon as I’ve got my shirt back on and my eyes go wide. Fenton’s walking out of the bathroom in only his boxers and when the door flings open and Kirby’s the first one in, my cheeks heat in embarrassment. Not making a big deal out of it, Fenton walks over to his shirt and pulls it on first.
“Awwww fuck.” Kirby begins to cackle. “He gave your sis the D, Gray!”
Fenton’s head snaps up and his eyes narrow. When Fenton takes a step toward Kirby, Gray steps between them, putting his hand to Fenton’s chest. Gray looks at me, we lock eyes a minute before he shakes his head.
“You okay?” he asks as I stand here watching and waiting for something to happen.
“I'm fine. We weren’t...” I shake my head. “No. But yes, I’m fine.”
He looks at Fenton and narrows his eyes, then nods and steps around him. He’s not going to say anything in front of all of these guys...hopefully.
“We were just going to grab some food.” I say, trying to find my phone but I think it fell on the floor somewhere.
Fenton’s pants are on now and he has my phone. He looks at the screen and narrows his eyes before looking at me. The phone’s tossed to me and I fumble to catch it ‘cause I wasn’t ready.
“Ammo texted you,” he says and moves across the room to get his shoes.
I glance down at a missed text. “What the hell?” Opening the text, I read it out loud because I’m not hiding anything. “Want to celebrate with a real man?” I don’t bother adding in he said baby at the end of that sentence. What I just read will piss Fenton off enough.
My brother’s low whistle cuts through the silence in the room. “He’s asking for it, Paige,” he says. “Dad told me about the tires.”
“Something’s wrong with him,” I mutter, looking at Fenton. “You ready?”
Ignoring me, the second he ties his shoes, he’s out the door, but he was moving too fast for me not to think he’s going for Ammo. I look at Gray and before I can say anything him and Kirby run out the door after him.
“Shit.” By the time I find my sandals the boys aren’t anywhere to be found on our floor, so I take off for the rooftop where I know some of the team was hanging out tonight.
My heart’s racing and I hope they don’t do anything stupid. I also hope they’re up here, because if they aren’t I don’t know where to even look for them. I hear it at soon as the elevator doors open. Fenton’s voice booming over the music. That’s good, right? The fact he’s screaming means maybe he’s not beating his ass yet. Ammo deserves a good ass kicking, but not from Fenton. I couldn’t stand to see him get hurt because he's trying to protect me.
“Fenton!” I yell, seeing a larg
e group. I run over to them, shoving past everyone. “Stop!” I break through the other side and see Ammo on the ground in front of Fenton who’s currently being held back by Gray and Kirby.
“I’ll fucking end you,” Fenton threatens him and tries to break free from Gray and Kirby, but he can’t. “Leave her the fuck alone.” He turns to me, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the crowd.
I have to run to keep up with him. “Hey,” I blurt, trying to pull us to a stop once we’re finally away from them. He took the stairs, so stomping down the stairwell I feel like I’m going to fall. “Fenton!”
He finally stops and turns toward me. “He’s gonna fuck everything up for us,” he yells in frustration.
“How?” I take his hands in mine. “I don’t give a damn about him, how is he going to screw us up?” This makes no sense. Fenton knows I love him. He knows I feel nothing for Ammo. This makes zero sense to me!
“He has it out for me, Paige. And...and you were with him first. Or whatever.” He pulls his phone from his pocket then pulls up a text. A minute later my phone beeps and I look at the screen. He texted me numbers. “That’s my lock code for my phone. I don’t want to keep anything from each other. You ever want to go on my phone, feel free.” His eyes look to my screen. He wants the passcode for my phone.
“I’m not going to snoop in your phone,” I mutter, shaking my head and shove my phone towards him. “Fenton, I trust you.” My hand cups his face but he won’t look at me. “Take it. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“No.” He lowers my phone. “I just want to be open with each other. I know you’re not hiding anything from me I just want to be open.” He sounds so sad, but I don’t know when this became about us. I thought we were open with each other.
“We are. Right?”
He kisses me. “Let’s get some food.” Taking my hand, he starts walking again.
“Wait,” I blurt. “We’re open, right?” He brushed me off. I don’t want to search in his phone. The thought’s never crossed my mind because I trust him. But he brushed me off.