Percy sank low on the bed, leaning lazily against the headboard. He settled his hands on Annabeth's hips as she straddled him, hooking his fingers through the loops in her shorts, tugging slightly, possessive. She braced her hands on his lean biceps, squeezing them, feeling, honestly, a little giddy and lovesick. He was so golden, so devoted to her. His disheveled, dark appearance always hailed him as someone edgy, even dangerous. And he was dangerous, she supposed – just never to her. She loved when he worshiped her, took care of her in bed, but there was something beyond heady and sinful about getting him off, devoting herself to whatever he wanted. She could feel powerful and in control when servicing him, or she could feel compliant and submissive. Right now she felt the latter, and she loved it.

"Wait a minute." Percy said, his voice rough. She stopped running her hands down his chest, withdrew her face from his neck.

"Yes?" She hummed.

"I want this off." His hands were already pulling off her thin white tank top. Ordinarily she would have stripped teasingly for him, but he was too impatient now. She let him ease it over her head, drop it to the floor where her bra and his shirt already rested. Now her tanned, perky breasts were bare to him, almost in his face, and his eyes became glued there, his calloused hands moving up to squeeze them. She leaned her mouth to her ear, delicately licking inside, teeth grazing his earlobe. "Whatever you want. You can have whatever you want. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He gave a deep groan in response, tweaking her nipples so she felt just a small amount of pain mixed with the pleasure.

Still bracing one hand on his arm muscles for balance, she let the other wander tantalizingly down his chest, over his abs, and lower, till she was undoing the button on his jeans. His hands were on her ass now, holding her in place. His breathing was low and shallow, his eyes dark and lidded as he watched her. She pulled down his jeans till she could effectively reach her goal. His hard-on was huge and rock hard through his boxers, and she leaned her forehead against his as she reached slowly into his boxers to wrap her hand around it firmly. He was big, and that had never been surprising to her. She had to work harder, but she didn't mind.

"How does this feel?" She whispered, as she began to move her hand in a rhythm up and down his stiff length.

"Like you're a fucking goddess." He breathed roughly. "Like I wanna fuck you so hard."

She smiled in satisfaction, moving her mouth to his neck to suck a hickey there. His ragged breathing turned to mingled swear words and incoherent sex noises.

"What else do you want me to do to you, Percy?" She whispered in her innocent baby doll voice. They met eyes. He saw that she was going to make him say it.

He held her gaze as he ordered "Suck me off."

She promptly let her hand fall away, and began slowly kissing downward. She knew that some girls hated this, that some wouldn't ever do it. But she really didn't mind – she even liked it, liked giving him what he wanted. And he did it plenty to her, anyway.

She eased down his boxers as she kissed lower and lower. She raised her head then, and met his eyes again. His head rested low on the headboard, and his green eyes connected with hers in a powerful, unspoken way. She let his hand grab a fistful of her hair – whatever they were doing, he loved being in control over her – and then lowered her mouth obediently onto his cock while they maintained eye contact, beginning to move. His head fell backward then, denting against the headboard with a low thud. "Fuck, Annabeth." He grunted, his voice rough and uneven. She bobbed her head methodically up and down, feeling his grip on her begin to take charge, pulling her hair, forcing her to deep throat him. It wasn't that she loved having a dick in her mouth, but she did love the sounds he was making, what she knew she was doing for him. They continued like this for a little while, but she knew it would all be over soon. She began to hum and purr against him, sending vibrations up.

"I'm gonna come – I'm gonna come in your mouth." He panted. She knew he wasn't exactly saying it for her benefit, but she appreciated the warning all the same. Seconds later he shot his load into her, saying words he'd previously been expelled for. She waited for him to lie still again, then swallowed faithfully. She did sometimes spit it, but it did more for him when she didn't.

She crawled up his body, grinning mischievously down at his tired, still-smug face. She kissed him chastely. He hated that, hated having her mouth on his when it had just been where it had, but she knew she could have literally anything in the world right now.

"Was I good?" She whispered, lying stretched out on top of him.

His hand twirled gently in a strand of her hair, the other resting possessively on her ass. "You're a sex goddess." He murmured, voice spent. She rolled her eyes, smiling. His finger moved to trace her lips, eyes going slightly more serious. "I love you, you know." He didn't say it often, and every time he did, something in her felt like it had dropped off an unexpected, wonderful cliff.

She burrowed her face in his shoulder. "I know."


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