Annabeth
Percy grabbed my wrists and pressed me up against a wall. His face was so close to mine, I could make out his dilating pupils in his bright, green irises, smell his minty breath accompanied with the scent of the ocean and sweat, and feel the heat radiating off his body in huge deluges. I couldn't escape from his strong grasp, for both his knees pinned down my thighs, rendering me completely immobile.
"Percy, stop it. What are you doing?"
"Don't you get it Beth? You are the most desired girl at school. Every guy wants you there, but you make it so damn impossible for them to get to you. I never believed in the unconquerable until I met you. Seeing you walk down the halls each day reminds me that are a risk I want to take but am too cowardly to do. Not to mention, the sight of you makes me go hard instantly."
I blushed furiously and looked down at this pants. Sure enough, there was a very noticeable bulge over his crotch area. I bit my lips to keep myself from smirking. That knowledge shouldn't please me, but it does.
Swiftly, he captures both of my wrists in one hand above my head and uses the other to cup my face and tilt my head up. My incredibly warm face must've been apparent because he smiled, saying, "You're really cute when you blush."
The comment made my ears burn and my stomach flip. Despite my perceivable helpless position, I manages to find my voice and speak.
"Well, I guess i ought stick to my reputation, now huh? You know, being 'unconquerable' does have its perks, though it is entirely just an unbreakable habit."
"Then I suppose we are just going to have to break that habit."
I think my heart skipped a beat because the way he said it got me immediately aroused. Once more, I bit my lip and tried to ignore the meaning behind his words and the low, raspy tone with which he said his line with.
"And..." Reflexively, I licked my lips and swallowed nervously before saying, "H-how do you think you're going to do...that?"
By now, my breathing had altered. From normal intakes of air to calming breaths the moment I entered his home to now, barely sucking in any oxygen for me to properly think.
Ever so slowly, Percy leaned in and whispered, "Like this."
For mere seconds, his warm breath fanned over my face, making me even hotter than I was already. Then, it all went away when I felt his lips devouring mine. Helpless was I to resist his delicious taste, his domineering masculinity, his enticing body. I became lost in his kiss.
Never did he loosen his grip on me, to my slight disappointment. I wanted to bury my fingers into his jet black hair and encourage him to keep going, but he insisted on taking all the control here which isn't going to sit well with me. Not if I had anything to say about it. Before I could fall deeper under his spell, I turned my head to the side and tried to get some more air back into my lungs.
I looked into his gorgeous green eyes and panted, "Release...me."
Confusion crossed his handsome face, yet as soon as it arrived, it disappeared, and was replaced by his devious smirk.
"Nah," he caught his breath for a few moments before continuing, "I don't think so. Where's the fun in that?"
I opened my mouth to retort, but he silenced me with his lips.
Back to panting again, he took the opportunity of my silence and added, "It'll be fun seeing you come right here, right now. And I can't do that if you're the one in control of me, now can I?"
Percy's words had blood rushing rapidly to my mid-lower region, and, although my body craved the inevitable release of pleasure, I gazed up at him with worried eyes and let out a frightened gasp. Frankly, any intense emotions that I could ever experience terrify me. Whether that be me squealing in excitement or crying over the loss of a loved one or throwing a tantrum because of some mishap. It simply shows that whatever's happening means something to me, and it could, in turn, be used against me.
No way was I going to let my guard down. I can't.
Deciding that it would be best to leave now and show no more emotions, since they display my reactions to his actions, I shake my head slowly and calmly say, "No, Percy. Don't make me..."
He interrupted me by kissing up and down my neck.
Please don't... "Make me...come..." Please... "Don't..."
Need to... "Stop..."
My sentences ended up being poorly put together phrases of both my thoughts and speech. I had no idea what was being said aloud or what I was thinking aloud inside my head. Hopefully, the right words found their way out and I'll be free and on my way.
Percy chuckled, a deep rumble that only increased my arousal and desire for him.
"Are you sure?" He questioned, sounding incredulous but strangely pleased.
I nodded, glad he got the message. However, instead of stepping away from me and showing me to them door, as I expected, he positioned his thigh so that it was pressed against my heated pussy.
"Shit," I gasped, throwing my head back.
"God, Annabeth. I can feel your heat through your clothes," he hesitated, panting a little bit too, "Are you wet for me?"
I whimpered. The only thing that arouses me more than his actions right now are the words he's using. Goddammit, they trigger my brain to get me more...crazy. For him.
"Not going to answer?" He asked, rupturing my thoughts. "Well then, I suppose I'll just have to find out myself."
Horrified by what he meant, I stared at him and pleaded with my eyes for him to stop. Why did I use my eyes instead of my voice? Is it because deep down I really want this and I don't want him to stop? Or is it because words have instantaneously become nonexistent at this point? His lustful eyes held my grey, hypnotized ones as his free right hand slowly made its way down to my pants. Teasingly, Percy dragged his fingers over my shirt and felt the tight buds of my nipples through my bra. I clenched my teeth together to stop a moan from coming out. When he saw my reaction to his touch, he laughed a bit again, and said, "You like it when I touch you there."It wasn't a question. He smirked and finally got to my pants. His thigh was long gone now, but his teasing touch kept me on the peak of pleasure, as if the limb was still there to keep me wanting, desiring, needing. Still locked to his intense gaze, I murmured, "Please, stop."
"I'm sorry, my dear Annabeth, but it appears to me you are lying. I know you can't deny the pleasure my touch brings to you. You have to command your body just to stop from moaning, don't think I haven't noticed. Clearly, your body wants this just as much as you do, so why not simply give in? All you need to do is relax and let me make you feel good."
I stared at him and tucked my lower lip under my teeth.
My mind debated with itself. You can. I can't. You can. I can't. You fucking can. It's just this, what are the consequences? If you want, you can leave him here as if he were a one night stand, deal? But what if he tells people? From his words, he probably won't, but if he does, you've got friends to back you up. Come on, one night with him won't be so bad. Fine, whatever, let's just get this over with.
When I didn't respond, he came back up to kiss me.
"I love you, Annabeth, and although it seems a little to fast right now, I have no doubt that I will love you and you alone. I will care for you when times treat you hard. I will come pick you up when you fall. I will give up everything I have to make you feel safe, cared for, and loved. I promise to do all these things if I get an 'I love you' from you before the day ends.
Tears threatened to burst from my eyes while my heart began to melt. His words impacted me harder than I cared to admit. Is he telling the truth?
Now, with newfound energy and determination, not to mention desire and lust, I spring into action, deciding to have a little bit of fun.
"Can you release me?" I pleaded with puppy dog eyes and a small pout.
Percy sighed, "What did I tell you, honey? No."
"Pleeeeease? I'll make it worth your while." I smirked and sang the last part to make sure he gets the message.
Previously, his hand had been on its way down to my aching core to, what I thought, rub me to completion, but the limb had retaken its position holding my wrist against the wall. Since his thighs weren't holding me down anymore, I arched up off the wall and ground his hips onto mine. A deep rumble of approval reverberated in his throat, so I smiled with glee, glad to have pleased him just as he pleased me.
"Well?"
Full of invigorated lust and hunger, his eyes pinned me to my spot and had me second-guessing my plans.
"Tempt me some more, I dare you." For a moment, I got scared of his intimidating voice, yet I didn't back down from my next action.
Boldness overtook me and, gnawing on my lip again out of excitement that I might just get off this wall and into bed with Percy, I wrapped my right leg around his waist, ground myself against his hard member once more, threw my head back, and moaned softly.
He gasped, and said in a strained manner, "You're such a tease."
Suddenly, the world went flying. Or, actually, I was flying. Although I barely had the time to register that Percy had picked me up and started moving, I kicked and flailed and squealed with all my might.
"NO! PLEASE!" I laughed despite my anger and opposition, "PERCY! STOP! PUT ME DOWN!" However, I giggled incoherently as he started to tickle my legs. There was no way I could possible escape, from my given position: My butt was right next to his head, my stomach on his shoulder, I was pretty much facing his back, if I let my head fall, and my legs were flying up everywhere in front of him, probably obscuring his vision. That couldn't be a pretty sight. All I managed to do, other than laugh, scream, and kick, was pound my fists on his back. "How are you so strong? Jesus, I can't make a dent in this thing." I poked his back.
We ceased moving, and Percy took a deep breath. "You're so goddamn cute when you ask questions like that. And did you just poke my back?"
He was holding me firmly in place. Would being anything other than truthful be a good move right now? No, but where's the fun in that?
"Yes, no, maybe so. What are you going to do about it?" Ah yes, the question that gets any troublemaker in more trouble. Classic.
Percy laughed a bit, then replied, rather huskily, I might add, "Do you really want to find out, little Annabeth?" After speaking, he turned a little to catch a glimpse of me.
Though I am now beyond apprehensive, I push the button, "I've been a bad girl, Percy. Maybe I should be punished and learn from my wrongdoings."
Attempting to lighten the charged mien, I giggled softly, but my laughs turned into a loud gasp when Percy's hand struck my restrained bottom. It didn't hurt, I'll admit, but the sting bit into my skin, leaving the memory of his hand there.
He slapped my ass again and he got the same reaction, only this time, my body thought it arousing to be spanked. Heat permeated my pussy and I felt the natural lube coming on. Shit, why do I like being spanked? Now, my breaths were coming in deep pulls, in an effort to calm my frazzled body. To my surprise, Percy spanked me again, and I moaned softly. Realizing what I had done, I blushed and bit my lip to keep myself from saying anything stupid.
Gently, Percy rubbed my behind; it took all of my self-control not to moan again and push myself onto his hand.
"Glad you liked it, because there's more from where that came from."
All the while he had been talking, we had transported from his living room to his bedroom. He tossed me onto the soft bed, and I landed with a quiet, muffled bounce. Not a second after, he clambered on top of me, pinning my wrists down again.
"Why do you insist on keeping me restrained?"
"Why? Because I'm the one in charge of your pleasure, Annabeth. Finally, I have you here, in my bed, hot and wet for me," he placed his palm on my pussy and rubbed my slit through the cloth I was still wearing. "But, since you have been quite naughty, I'll have to prolong the sweet sensations just a tiny bit. You need to know who's in control here.""Keep your hands above your head, okay? If you don't, I'll have to spank you again. I'll keep doing it until you come right on my lap."
My heart jumped out of fear. Can't have that happening; it's too embarrassing, not to mention utterly degrading.
"Fine." I clasped my hands together and began to breathe deeply in and out, feeling my chest rise and fall as well.
My momentary tranquility got interrupted by Percy's lips brushing up and down my neck. Unwillingly, my eyes closed, my teeth chewed on my probably bruised lip and my breaths changed.
"Have you ever orgasmed, Annabeth?"
I gulped. "Um...no, I don't think so," my sheepish, scared voice whispered.
"Do you want to?"
"Um..." I squeaked. Where was the confidence and energy I had earlier? Why am I so befuddled? I thought I had him wrapped around my finger. Guess not.
"Hmm?"
"I...I don't know."
His deep growls sent endless tremors down my spine. They rattled me right to my core, as if I were at a noisy party with music blasting from the speakers. Covered in desire his words were, so I couldn't take anymore.
"Let me help you with that, then."
Percy kissed my neck in several spots, causing my lungs to suck in more oxygen to stay conscious, but stopped over an area he licked, for I let out a short gasp. He bit the spot, and I let out a quick squeak. No doubt he had found that infamous "sweet spot" many people seem to have, and upon stumbling upon it with his lips and tongue, he started to attack it, biting, sucking, licking, until it was surely dark.
"Mmm..." I moaned.
He lifted up his head, his glazed gaze drilling into my hooded eyes. I was panting softly, wanting to rip his clothes off along with mine, but I remained perfectly still because he's the one in charge of my pleasure, not me.
Tortuously, he sat upright and his hands drifted to the bottom of my shirt. Once he had pulled the fabric off of my body, he unbuttoned my jean shorts, ripping them off from my legs straightaway. Underneath...well...I don't think I can actually say what I was wearing, for not long after the shirt and shorts were gone, the undergarments followed suit.
Now, I lay naked, hot, aroused, in the Percy Jackson's bed. I blinked a couple of times to orient my sight that stood a mere two feet away from me.
A nude, perfect, god.
After staring at him, and was I drooling?, he climbed back onto the bed, looming over my flushed flesh.
"You're so beautiful, Annabeth."
"You too..."
"Ha, thanks."
When I noticed my dumb mouth slip, I blushed crazily and did something equally stupid.
I kissed him.
"Fucking hell, Annabeth, I can't wait any longer. I need to see you come apart for me." He spoke against my lips.
"Yes," was all I managed to breathe out.
He went all the way down to my breasts and put one nipple into his mouth. Percy licked and sucked until it was a stiff point, later repeating the action with the other side.
"Oh, god," I murmured, panting heavily.
His lips continued their southward journey to my no-longer ignored core, slowly passing over my hips.
Lost in clouds of pleasure, I forgot the instructions given to me about keeping my hands in place and grab his head, trying to guide him to where I needed his mouth.
What I got from him was two short tsks.
"Annabeth, this is your punishment. Eye for an eye, you see. You teased me to the edge of bliss, and I'm going to do the very same thing to you."
I squeaked and whimpered; I don't think I'll be able to take the teasing.
To prove his point that this irritating teasing was a punishment, Percy grabbed my wrists from his messed up hair and held them at either side of my hips. Because I had realized that I couldn't move away from him now, I gasped and breathed even harder.
"I've always wanted to taste you, Annabeth. You on my face is something I have always desired. I can't wait to hear you scream for me, to feel you thrash against my mouth, to taste you on my tongue," he rasped from between my legs, kissing my sex every now and then, "I love you so much. Thank you for making my greatest fantasies a reality."
Percy's green, dark eyes caught mine, and I knew, being the gentleman he is so far, he's asking for my permission.
"I'm glad to have made them come true," I whisper, arching my hips upward to his lips.
The feeling of Percy's lips sucking on my hardened clit into his warm mouth had me gasping and squirming. Gritting my teeth and biting my damaged lip were the only solutions to keep myself from screaming out loud.
"Oh, FUCK! Shit...Percy!" I whisper wailed, picking up my heavy head to look at him. For a second, he looked up at me, a goddamn smirk on his face, and licked my clit, causing me to gasp yet again. There was no way I could scream; I'd be WAY too loud. His fucking neighbors might hear and report us to the police for causing a ruckus.
His tongue dragging up and down through my wet folds forced me jump off the bed, but his hands weren't letting me go anywhere.
Why am I such a sucker for oral sex? Damn, if he figures out that it's my greatest weakness, I'm screwed.
"P-Percy," I whimpered while he continued sucking and licking. My writhing around seemed to have no effect on him, for his mouth remained firmly attached to my soaked pussy.
With one kiss to my hot folds, he looked up again, smiled evilly, and murmured back, "You can say my name a lot louder than that, Annabeth".
Without warning, he shoved my tongue back in me and continued thrusting it in and out.
"SHIT! PERCY!" I ended up screaming. The explosion I felt building up was a ball of fire and pressure, ready to blow. Throwing my head back, I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my jaw on a silent scream. Then, to push me over the edge, he swiped his stiff tongue over my clit and sucked it into his mouth as hard as he could, massaging it with his tongue all the while. My arms, acting of their own accord due to the orgasm ripping through me, tried to shoot out of his hands, yet he kept a firm grip on me. In fact, it tightened ever more before releasing me and his arms found their way around my thighs, pressing me into him.
I couldn't hold it in anymore, I had to yell at loud again as I reached my second peak.
"PERCY! Fuck...oh god..." I moaned, "Please...can't...no more..."
His mouth left my utterly limp, exhausted from the not one, but TWO orgasms he had granted me. I doubt I could take anymore bliss.
A chuckle came from between my legs, sending a slight vibration through my pulsating pussy.
"No more? Sweetheart, this is just the start. You're still awake, aren't you?"
My heavy eyelids, a result of the chemicals coursing feverishly in my veins, shielded half of my eyes from his piercing gaze. My mouth was parted open, so I could get more air into me, and my naked breasts, still clearly titillated, rose and fell deeply. Within the fog of pleasure I became lost in, a growl resonated in my mind. Instantly, I snapped my eyes back open, newly alert as to why such a primal sound was heard.
When I saw him, he was hovering right above me.
"Percy?" I breathed.
There in his eyes stood a look of absolute restraint. He stared at me so ferociously, he didn't notice me slip my darkened hand between us to his hard member.
"Mmm...Percy..." Slowly, he trailed kisses across my cheek and down to my neck. He bit my sweet spot, and I let out a small hiss from pleasure while at the same time running my hands down his bare, sturdy back.
"Did you like them?" He asked, looking directly at me.
I knew he was referring to my first orgasms, so I responded, with a slight smirk, "I loved them."
"Good," his eyes glinted with mystery and challenge, "Because there's more where that came from".
Then, without warning, he slowly pushed himself into me, pulling a loud squeak from my lips.
"Fuck, you're so big." A tear rolled down my heated face, but before I could move my hand to wipe it away, Percy kissed it away.
"I won't move until you say so," he said, stopping his movementAfter the potent pain diminished a little, I shifted my gaze to his hard eyes and nodded. With as much effort as he visibly had, he glacially plunged deeper into me and groaned loudly.
"God, you're so fucking tight," he muttered, and I sensed that that wasn't Percy talking but a more...different version of him. The one that focused solely on needs. The one I needed to satiate and please.
His slow thrusts soon became more fast-paced and eager to find my g-spot. Gasps, growls, moans, and more echoed throughout his room while he pounded into me. When he gained even more speed, he connected his lips to my neck and bit down, which gave me only momentary pain, for the pleasure he was giving me drove my senses wild. My arms brought him closer to me, but before I could make out his form beneath my hands, Percy pulled away and pushed my hands above my head. I opened my mouth to retaliate, yet nothing came out. I couldn't deny that after all this time I liked being held down by him. So, when he restrained me, he took full control and went ballistic.
Percy angled his hips in several ways until one position had the tip of his member pressing against the oh-so elusive g-spot. I gasped and threw my head back, relishing the great shock of pleasure when he hit me there.
Then, he hit me there again.
And again. And again. His frantic, fast, fatal thrusts slammed his cock into me the most perfect way, and suddenly, I couldn't take anymore.
The weird pressure I had in my stomach exploded and I screamed aloud, incoherently.
Percy groaned as I pulsed and squeezed his member, soon releasing his own load.
Finally, after a few more pulls and pushes, he came out of me. Dazed and exhausted, but feeling complete, nonetheless, Percy kissed my sweaty forehead, went to the bathroom to throwaway the condom, and returned with a damp, white washcloth. Tenderly, he cleaned up my thighs and sensitive core. Afterwards, he sniffed the cloth, and I blushed crazily. That's something I can't ever unsee.
"What? I can't help myself. You smell amazing, by the way," he said with a smirk.
I didn't have a response for that. Mostly because I'm still embarrassed by the fact that he smelled that tainted cloth. Then again, he did go down on me magnificently.
Breaking my train of thought, he put the cloth aside and laid down next to me, a huge grin marking his face. With that, I couldn't help but smile too.
"I love you," I whispered to him.
"I love you, too," he responded. And he cuddled with me until sleep took over.