Percy noticed that Annabeth was taking her sweet time, but he was eager. So much so, that he couldn't keep himself from thrusting his hips into her hand, which only caused her to pull back and smack his nose, as if she were punishing a dog. "No." She said firmly, returning to tease the skin just above his belt buckle and below the hem of his t-shirt. Her fingers trailed up a thin line of dark hair to his navel, giving him a warm twist in his stomach. Gods, she was such a tease at times. He gulped, trying to swallow down a lump that was forming in his throat but he had no luck.

"Anna," he moaned, gripping her hips and pulling her closer. When would he learn his lesson? She pulled back and lifted an eyebrow with a scolding look on her face.

"What did I tell you?" She asked, obviously waiting for an answer before continuing. By that point, he was already hard to the point where he feared for the zipper on his jeans. She leaned in and pressed the tip of her nose to his, whispering right to his mouth. "Don't make me ask you again."

Percy squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on something other than her sweet, strawberry scented breath. "Please, Annabeth. Please, don't do this to me." He begged, biting his bottom lip quite forcefully.

His pleading tone must have been enough to satisfy her and her unfathomable amounts of pride, because she unbuckled his belt right then. He made sure to keep his hands and hormones to himself, which was admittedly hard to do.

Annabeth Chase was full of surprises, really. That woman was so good at catching people off guard that one would almost doubt their ability to predict things at all after spending time with her. She most certainly surprised Percy when she dropped to her knees in front of him and tugged his pants down by the pockets. He hadn't actually expect her to, well, blow him.

She cupped him through the swim trunks he had been too lazy to change out of earlier, kneading the bulge with the palm of her hand. She dragged the waistband of his shorts down slowly, just to torture him and hear the sounds of his helpless moans. Annabeth admittedly loved being in control. Just the feeling of knowing she wore the pants was better than any high manageable.

She took his member into her hand, stroking it with languid hand motions, looking up at him every so often. His head was leaned back against the wall again, his Adams' apple sticking out prominently and shifting with every gulp he took. His eyes were still sealed shut, so she took a moment to admire his expressions as she stroked.

She took note of the stubble on his jaw line, fighting the urge to stand up and run her tongue along it, all the way down to his muscular neck and collar bone. Annabeth tried to ignore the wetness that was beginning to return in her panties and focus more on the thick cock that just so happened to be centimeters away from her mouth.

Without further ado, she wrapped her lips around the head and swirled her tongue over him a few times, growing more eager to please him as his moans grew louder. Annabeth kept in mind that her horrible gag reflex would but a very strong burden on her ability to give decent head, therefore making more work for herself in that process.

Just once, she decided, and ran her tongue down his length once for good measure, before plunging all eight and a half inches of him right down her throat. She pulled back, gasping for air and coughing a bit, but it was well worth it. His knees buckled and she grinned in spite of herself, stroking his shaft as she drew circles with her tongue on the tip of his cock.

Percy just couldn't control himself. Her soft, wet mouth wrapped around his dick was a feeling he wouldn't trade for anything. He grabbed a fist of her golden blonde locks and thrust himself deeper into her mouth, feeling her gag on the length.

He couldn't stop, he just couldn't. He fucked her throat raw until she was pink in the face, then pulled out to give her a moment to regain composure. "Percy-" She tried, but coughed up and spit out a bit of saliva before looking back up at him, her voice hoarse. He was waiting for her to punch him in the face and walk away, but she did something that surprised him even more. She slid her hand behind his back to push him a little bit way from the wall, tonguing his member in the process. Hell yeah no punishment, he thought to himself, but spoke too soon. Annabeth's fingers found the small of his back.

That one little place on the small of his back that sent jolts of electricity through his body, like a thousand lightening bolts at once. And guess what she did then? Decided it would be cool of her to stroke soft circles over it, sending Percy into a fit of violent shudders. She picked up the pace on his dick and stroked faster, pumping her mouth up and down as far as she could go without vomiting.

Percy lost himself right then and there. As soon as her hand found the spot, that's when he couldn't take it anymore. He bit his lip and moaned a loud moan, sounding suspiciously like her name. He released into her mouth and she held her lips there until he finished, swishing the hot, sticky liquid around her cheeks a couple of times. She spat it on the ground in one swift movement of her tongue, then another just to clear the taste. She hated when he did that. She just hated it.

Standing up, she pulled his jeans and shorts with her, buckling his belt then staring him in the eyes. "Payback's a bitch, isn't it, Jack-off Jackson?" A fun nickname she'd probably toy with whenever he came in under two minutes again.

"That's not f-nevermind." He went to rattle off on her about how she hadn't played a fair game, but after all, he had force-fucked her throat, which was a pretty douchey move to play on your girlfriend with a bad gag reflex. Part of him wondered how much of what she spit out was from his dick or her throat. She placed a kiss on his lips and he could taste himself, pulling back and looking at her for a second.

"No way, Jose. Not on my mouth." He smirked and laced his fingers around the back of her neck, stroking the little bits of loose hair. He was thoroughly exhausted, and he'd much rather sleep than stand around in an arena, where anyone could walk in at any time and see them in their current state. "Wanna sneak back into my cabin?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

She nodded and re-tied her hair so it wouldn't look so messy. "A curse is a curse, isn't it, Percy?" Chuckling, she ignored the look he shot her as they set off for cabin three.