November 10. Once Pacey finished filling out a few applications with Ms. Watson, he walked out of school and headed to the Potter's house. After cooking up a quick garlic rosemary pork roast and some mashed potatoes for Bessie, Alexander, and the B&B guests, he rushed home, showered and changed his clothes, and then drove back. Soon he was standing on Joey's front porch and knocking on the door. Moments later, it opened to reveal his girlfriend on the other side. She had already pulled on a long black coat. His eyes drifted down to the black heels covering her feet and back up to her face. She smiled and stepped out the door, closing it behind her.
"Happy Anniversary," Joey said before kissing him on the lips.
A pleasurable sound escaped his throat as he kissed her back. "Happy Anniversary. We officially made it to five months. Who knew, huh?" Longer than her and Dawson lasted, he suddenly thought, the competitive side to him reveling in that knowledge. He quickly pushed those thoughts away.
With a loving gaze, she slipped her hand in his. "Take me to dinner, sweetheart. I'm starving."
As soon as Pacey had parked the Witter wagon and they stepped inside Carmine's, the Italian restaurant downtown, he immediately felt the butterflies. The restaurant was very intimate and romantic, with low lighting and plenty of tables for two. The Italian décor featured whimsical artwork, including a Spaghetti Western version of the Mona Lisa. The hostess led them to a table for two in the center of the dining room. When Joey removed her coat, revealing a familiar purple sundress that clung to her chest and flared out at the waist, he ran his eyes down her figure. He hadn't seen her wear it since their last night in Key West. She wore a light, black sweater on top and had on no makeup that he could tell.
"Thank you," Joey said. It was obvious her boyfriend liked what he saw, that he thought she was beautiful. Her eyes twinkled knowingly as she again took his hand. "I remembered you liked this dress."
"I like it a lot."
Pacey pulled the chair out for her and Joey warmed at the sweet but simple action. A waiter in a red button-down shirt and black pants arrived and gave them two huge menus. Most of the tables were full, which was typical of a Friday night. Their waiter quickly returned with a basket of freshly-baked Italian bread and a platter with small containers of olive oil, vinegar, grated cheese, and crushed red pepper flakes.
Joey sipped some water and watched the flambé dinner being prepared across the room. "So, this morning I stopped by Ms. Watson's office and submitted the essay Bessie wrote for my application to Williams."
"It's a great essay," he said. "And as much as admitting this might betray my manly exterior, I got a little choked up reading it."
"Don't worry, Pace. I won't tell anyone." She turned her attention to the menu. "With the essay submitted, all my college applications are finished. The application process is done, but now begins the waiting game. Fun."
He lowered his own menu and gazed at her. "Potter, I thought we agreed that tonight we weren't going to talk about stressful stuff? We're supposed to just enjoy a night out."
She set her menu on the table and frowned. "You're right, you're right," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I'm sorry. No more college talk." Then she smiled. "If only we could order champagne," she wished.
Pacey chuckled as memories of a night spent on a North Carolina beach with a pilfered bottle of champagne came to mind. "I promise that when we go out for our…" He paused, calculating. "Four-year anniversary, we'll order champagne, Jo."
"I'm going to hold you to that promise."
The waiter then reappeared. "Are you ready to order?" he asked politely.
With one last quick glance over their menus, they both ordered their favorites and the waiter departed again. They were soon dining on chicken parmesan and spaghetti with meatballs. Wanting to linger a little longer, they decided to order dessert. Their waiter placed smaller, leather-bound menus in their hands.
"I don't think I can eat a whole dessert," Joey said. "I don't wanna feel stuffed to the gills."
"Otherwise, you might fall asleep on me later, and I know we both want tonight to be really special."
Her face flushed. Her stomach fluttered. Then she threw him an affronted look. "I beg your pardon, Pacey Witter, but if I'm not mistaken, you're the one who zonked out on me two nights ago," Joey reminded him, a teasing gleam in her brown eyes. "So, maybe you shouldn't have a whole dessert either."
Tongue firmly planted in cheek, he nodded. "How about we share a dessert?"
She brightened, giving him one of her thousand-watt smiles. "Okay."
While they waited, Pacey gazed at her. "Do you remember the last time you wore that dress?" he asked.
She blushed furiously, chewing on her lip, and nodded. "Yes."
"That was a good night." The tone in his voice was wistful, memories coming back to him.
"It was," she said suggestively. "Tonight's a good night, too."
"I have a feeling it's gonna get even better later."
Joey blushed hotter still. Her stomach clenched. Her toes curled inside her shoes. Everything in her body seemed to tighten in anticipation. She remembered the note she'd put in Pacey's locker earlier that afternoon. She wanted their anniversary to be special, for them to try something new, just like she had wanted their first month anniversary to be special when they were in Key West, and she'd told him as much in the note. Pacey grinned across the table at her, managing to make his eyes twinkle with amusement and desire at the same time. Before anything else could be said between them, dessert arrived.
Their selection was Chocolate Cookies and Cream, and they were smart to order one to share. Two large, delicious chocolate chip cookies came on a dish with two scoops of vanilla ice cream, and on each side were generous helpings of raspberry and fudge sauce. The air changed while they ate and the space between them became charged with energy, their eyes often meeting across the table, fingers touching, then entwining.
Neither of them spoke until Pacey paid the check. When they stood and he moved behind her, Joey could feel the heat of his body along hers. His hand on the small of her back propelled her forward and out the door to his car. He walked her to the passenger door, but instead of opening it, he turned her to face him. Searching her gaze for a moment, he cupped her face in his hands, sliding his fingers into her hair and anchoring her in place. The kiss started out soft, the brush of his lips over hers, but before she could consider the consequences or remind herself that they were on a public street, Joey parted her lips and let her tongue dart out to trace the curve of his mouth.
It was if the dam broke and all the heat and hunger they'd been feeling poured out of them. Pacey's passionate kiss left her lips swollen and her body wanting. Her hands fisted in his jacket and she hauled him closer as he pushed her back against the car. Joey didn't stop until she parted her legs for him, fitting him against the V of her body. Shaking in the cool night air, she suddenly remembered herself and where they were.
"I'm sorry," he said, freezing in place. "I don't know what came over me."
He backed up a fraction of an inch but kept his hands on her waist. "Not your fault," she said, struggling to catch her breath.
Pacey brought his lips to the center of her forehead, pressing a kiss to her skin that could've been considered chaste if not for the heat simmering just beneath the surface. He opened her door and she climbed inside. At least they'd found the presence of mind to stop before anyone stumbled upon their impromptu make out session.
Joey kept her hands folded in her lap as Pacey pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. It couldn't be more than eight or so, but it was late enough to be completely dark outside. She observed the drive and it soon became obvious they were heading for the beach house. "Gretchen won't be home, right?"
He glanced over at her and smirked. "Nope. She's tending bar at the restaurant all evening—probably won't be home until close to midnight."
They drove for another couple of miles before arriving at the beach house. Once inside, Joey shrugged off her coat, removing a wrapped gift from the inside pocket as she did so, and tossed it over the back of the couch. Pacey saw the gift in her hand, grinned excitedly, and then quickly left the room. He returned as quickly as he had left and sat down on the couch next to her.
Joey eyed the wrapped present in her boyfriend's hand. "Remember, this whole gift exchange wasn't supposed to be serious."
"I know."
"We weren't supposed to spend more than twenty bucks."
He smiled patiently. "I didn't. I promise."
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. The gift he held was shaped like a book, like hers, but the wrapping paper looked awfully nice. "We agreed they'd be joke gifts."
"Jo," he said with a pointed look. "I know, and I stuck to the agreement. I swear."
Giggling, they handed each other the wrapped presents. According to their summer tradition of perusing the self-help section of any bookstore they walked into and searching for the most ridiculous title they could find on the shelf, they agreed to select a book and surprise each other on their anniversary.
"Open yours first," Joey said.
"Okay." Grinning ear to ear, Pacey tore at the wrapping paper to reveal a book. He stared down at the cover and started to laugh. "Outwitting Squirrels: 101 Cunning Stratagems to Reduce Dramatically the Egregious Misappropriation of Seed from Your Birdfeeder by Bill Adler Jr." He kept laughing. "This will surely come in handy. Thank you."
She giggled. "You're welcome." She held up her own wrapped gift. "My turn." His laughter subsided, and she thought she saw something flicker across his face, but she wasn't sure what. Suspicion grew once more. "I'm not going to find jewelry in here or something, am I, Pacey?"
"No," he said emphatically. "Jo, just open it."
Her stomach tight with anticipation, she ripped open the wrapping paper. True to his word, the gift was indeed a book. Eyes widening at the cover, she burst out laughing. "That's not fair! You always win!" Dumbfounded at Pacey's ability to find the most ridiculous books in print, she couldn't contain her laughter. "How to Defend Yourself Against Alien Abduction by Ann Druffel," she read. "It sounds like a book Fox Mulder would write."
"You should flip through the pages and see if there's any helpful tips in there," he said jokingly, but then stared intently at her.
Joey smiled and turned the front cover of the book over, along with the first few blank pages. When she reached the copyright page, she found a couple folded up pieces of paper stuck in the book. "You went to the used bookstore, right?" she said, looking up at him. "Looks like someone left some papers behind."
"Huh. What do they say?" Pacey watched her remove the papers and set the book aside with bated breath.
"Maybe it's a map that'll show us where to hide from the aliens," she snarked as she flipped open the folded pieces of paper. It took a second for her to realize what she was looking at. It was a photo copy of a college application, and it wasn't blank. It had been filled out. At the sight of Pacey's name, she stared in shock, her mouth falling open.
She wasn't saying anything, and silence filled the living room. "I, uh, I stopped by Ms. Watson's office after school today, and she helped me fill some applications out."
"I can't believe it." She still felt shock.
When Joey flipped the first paper over, underneath the Hospitality Degrees and Certificates header, she saw Pacey had checked the box for the Culinary Arts Program. It was as if the stars suddenly aligned. Her eyes filled with tears and she reached for him. He opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace. She could almost feel much of the stress and worry she'd been carrying around leave her body.
"I hope these are tears of joy," Pacey said as he stroked her hair, knowing how important it had been to her that he apply to college. "If they're the other kind of tears, then I think we might have some problems…"
She snorted and lifted her face to look at him, quickly brushing her tears away. "You didn't do this for me, did you? I mean… you did this because you wanted to… for you. Right?"
"Yes," he said softly. "I did it for me." Then he pursed his lips and tilted his head from side to side. "But, well, if you think about it, pretty much everything I do for me is, in some way, also for you, and for us. I mean, let's face it. You're probably gonna end up a Rhodes Scholar, Jo. You can't have an embarrassment for a boyfriend."
"Pacey, you'll never be an embarrassment," she said, frowning. "Don't talk like that."
"So, how do you feel about me going to a culinary program?" he asked, uncertainty rising up, knowing how much being poor had impacted her, had affected her future goals. "Being a cook… I mean, it's not a glamorous profession. I'll never be rich."
She gave him a pointed look and smiled. "You don't need to be rich, Pace. As far as how I feel about you going to culinary school, well you are pretty good in the kitchen, I must admit."
"I'm also pretty good in the bedroom… which I hope you will also soon admit."
"There you go bragging again."
"Well, I can back it up. There are very few things I can brag about, Jo, but that is one of them." Desire began to build in the pit of his stomach and he gently pulled the book and copies of his applications from her hands, setting them aside on the coffee table. Then he put his arms around her. "I am pretty crazy about you, you know."
"That's good. It's mutual." She pulled his head to hers and kissed his eyes and nose.
"You've got lousy aim, Potter." He kissed her lips, her neck, and that spot behind her ear. "You have sexy ear lobes, you know that?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "You're putting me on."
"No, but that's a good idea," he said suggestively, before pulling her flush against him and capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss. He kissed her hungrily, then slowed to soft, lingering kisses.
Joey straddled his hips as his arms encircled her. They kissed for a long time, gripping each other tightly, hardly able to catch a breath, using their lips and tongues to silently say everything they felt. Her lips clung to his as her hands moved to his chest and her hips moved against his lap. Pacey's hands moved up her back to the thickness of her dark hair, taking pleasure in its softness.
He kissed her deeply, inhaling the sweet taste of her tongue, inhaling the delicious smells of her. She shrugged off her black sweater, revealing her bare shoulders, and he caressed the soft skin of her arms. His appetite was suddenly voracious. His hands moved forward, sliding up Joey's waist to hold her breasts through the soft fabric. Her hands cupped the back of his head as she leaned in and planted tiny kisses all over his face. He reveled in her sweet affection and the fact she wore no bra beneath the sundress, just like on that first night she'd worn it. His thumbs brushed over her hardening nipples and he smiled when she moaned.
He captured her lips in another ardent kiss and she felt him grow hard beneath her, as warm desire crept through her body. Joey melted into his kiss; her mind emptied of all thought except a vital desire. As she began to fall into blissful oblivion, vivid thoughts of taking him into her mouth and sucking on his cock… of giving him extreme pleasure and making him come, caused such convulsive spasms at her hot center as she thought about how it would make him feel, that she suddenly had a very clear understanding of why he loved to make her come. Surrendering to the sensation of being wrapped in Pacey's loving arms, the dominant thought in her mind was how his love made her feel safe, like nothing could ever threaten, hurt, or overwhelm her again; Pacey simply wouldn't allow it; he would care for her, protect her, and be there for her. Always.
Joey broke their kiss and leaned back, gazing into his blue eyes, darkened by desire. "I'm thinking about that note you left in my locker on Monday," she murmured. Although her mind was on the pleasure that he would surely give her, she was also fixated on the pleasure she longed to give him. She'd never had oral sex, or given it, but she had a strong feeling she would love receiving it, as well as giving it.
His heart hammered beneath his ribs. His stomach clenched. "Yeah?" He remembered the note she'd left him earlier that day, about wanting their anniversary to be special.
She climbed off his lap and stood up, holding out her hand to him. "Let's go upstairs."
Giddy with anticipation and his gut fluttering with nerves, Pacey took hold of her hand and she led him upstairs to his bedroom. When the door closed, bathing them in darkness, instead of heading for the bed, he backed her up against the wall and flipped the light switch, immediately illuminating the room. "I don't want to miss anything," he said quietly.
And then all was lost in the thrilling press of mouths and bodies. He kissed her like he'd never get enough of her. She kissed him back exactly the same way, sliding her hands beneath the hem of his sweater, moving her hands up and over the satiny smooth muscles of his back. She kissed his neck, his jaw, each corner of his lips. Felt him shudder in response. Lower still, there was an intense wave of desire. Pressing against the front of his underwear. Dampening hers…
The next thing Joey knew, she was moving them forwards away from the wall, slowly pushing Pacey back until his legs hit the side of the bed. They climbed onto the mattress and he hovered over her, smothering her with passionate kisses. Then he started to move lower. Determined to give in to what she wanted the most in this moment, she gently pushed him over until he was lying on his back.
"Jo, what are you doing?" he chuckled, and gazed up at her with a confused expression. "I thought this was about my note."
"We'll get to that," she said, blushing, unable to meet his eyes. "But first, this is about my note."
"Yeah…?" All she'd really written in her note was that she felt the same and wanted their anniversary to be special, but as her hands stroked his erection through the fabric of his jeans and then she started to unzip his fly, it dawned on him what she'd meant by, "the same." His mouth fell open as he gaped at her in surprise. He hadn't been expecting this at all. "Jo, you don't… you don't have to do this. This wasn't… I mean, I didn't write that note to get… this… out of you. I just wanted to…"
"Are you nervous, Pacey?" she asked, grinning at him, arching her brow, amused at his stammering.
"Um…" His face flushed hot with embarrassment even as his body throbbed. "A bit, yeah." He stared at her. He didn't recall the previous women in his life being particularly enthusiastic about this act. "Joey, what could you possibly get out of it? This wasn't supposed to be about me. I wanted it to be about you."
"This is about me, Pacey. I'm doing this because I want to." She felt nervous, too, but she wanted to try. There was a first time for everything, she thought as she slid down further on the bed. She pulled his jeans down past his hips and stared at the outline of his thick, erect cock. Tugging it free of his boxers, she fisted it in her hand and looked up to meet Pacey's wide-eyed gaze as she started to stroke him. She watched him close his eyes and start to breath heavily. "You said that you wanted to do it to me."
"But that's different, Jo."
"How is that different?"
"I don't know. It just is." Pacey looked down at her soft hands sliding up and down the length of his swollen cock, and he started to pant harder.
"That's not a reason. Do you like oral sex, Pacey?" she asked in a tone that made it clear she already knew the answer.
He nodded and whispered, "Yes."
"Okay, then." She hesitated a moment. "I'm not exactly sure what to…"
"Just no teeth," he breathed, his chest heaving, body clenching at the sensation of her tight grip around his erection.
"No teeth?"
"No teeth. That's it."
Joey turned her attention back to his erection. He was so beautiful. He was big and hard and thick and… male. He smelled like salt and something else, something uniquely Pacey. Her mouth started watering. Then she grasped his erection firmly, lowered her mouth, and flicked her tongue over his engorged head.
Pacey's eyes rolled and he let out a groan. "Oh, my God…" When was the last time a woman had put her mouth on him? He couldn't even remember.
She wasn't exactly sure how to give a blow job, so she could only go off instinct and the images that had been burned into her brain of the porno she'd watched in Dawson's room with Jen, Andie, and Abby Morgan that one time. Not to mention, she'd also spent a great deal of time imagining what she'd do if she ever got her lips around Pacey's cock. She just hoped to God she would do it right and that it would feel good to him.
She repeated the flick of her tongue a few more times, before flattening her tongue and swirling it around his sensitive head. Then she took him fully in her mouth, careful not to scrape him with her teeth, and the loud moan this elicited from him caused a surge of power to rise up inside her. She could then feel her confidence grow with each satisfied grunt and groan over every bob of her head. She held his pleasure in the palm of her hand. She felt powerful.
From the first flick of Joey's tongue, Pacey was gone. It was almost like this was the first time he'd ever experienced it. Every movement of her mouth around him was mesmerizing. Then she started to stroke one hand up and down, twisting around his shaft. He started moaning and couldn't stop. He looked down into the velvety brownness of her eyes smiling up at him and it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life. Her soft, pink mouth was hot and wet. Her swollen lips looked incredible around his cock. As he watched her tongue lick up and down his shaft, he had to fight the urge to grab her head and rock his hips against her, so he balled his hands into tight fists.
Joey thought that his sounds had taken on a note of desperation. "Pacey, tell me how to make you come," she whispered.
He smiled down at her, running his hands through her hair. She was so beautiful. "You're doing fine, Jo."
She gave him a pointed look. "Pacey, just tell me."
"Deeper… harder," he whispered, closing his eyes. He still couldn't believe she was doing this.
Joey didn't hesitate to wrap both hands around his swollen shaft and squeeze tighter, before she returned her mouth to his engorged head and increased her suction. He let out another guttural moan and his hands clutched her hair. She picked up the pace; stroking faster, squeezing tighter, and sucking harder. Then she took him to the back of her throat and swallowed.
"Oh, Jeeezus," he hissed, pushing himself up on his elbows. He stared down at her, his lips parted and his eyes wide. "Oh, fuck. Joey. Oh, baby, yes."
She smiled around his cock, knowing he was close whenever the baby talk started. She felt her confidence grow even more, enjoying his low moans and the fact that she was pleasing him. She licked his salty tip, her tongue padding against his soft-hardness, enjoying the feel of him in her mouth—this was something new, this was fun, and her body responded in kind, throbbing and clenching with her own need. She sucked him with steady and gentle pressure, squeezed him, and soon fell into a rhythm of making love to him with her mouth.
A few times his hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock to the back of her throat. She gagged twice, and things got messy as her saliva started mixing with his precum, but that didn't stop her. Pacey was praying out loud to God to make him last longer, but she wasn't having any of that. She wanted him to come, and come now.
Pacey looked down to watch her and he felt his groin tighten even more. He'd gazed at Joey's mouth a lot over the last few years, and fantasized about that mouth, but nothing could've prepared him for how carnal she looked at that moment. She tickled, and teased, and stroked, and licked, and sucked, and swallowed until he couldn't take it any longer. As she worked her mouth and hand faster, he felt the jolts of pleasure turn into waves. She sucked harder, swallowing right when the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. His hands gripped her hair as his waves of pleasure became a flood, and he came with a loud guttural moan, his orgasm spilling into her mouth.
She continued to work his heavy cock, milking him of every last drop, as she swallowed his salty release. Softly she licked away the last remaining drops and thought she knew why Pacey would always smother her with reverent kisses after making her come. To give love and pleasure—and to know it was accepted—was a real gift. Joey had never felt so tender toward him as she did in that moment.
"Oh, my God, the room is spinning." Pacey lay there with his eyes closed, breathing hard and with his hands still in her hair, and knew that if he had tried to stand up right now, he doubted he could trust that his legs would be able to hold him up.
Giggling at his post-orgasmic state of bliss, Joey had also never felt more turned on in her life: the salty taste of him and the intense pleasure she'd given him. She had never felt more confident. Then before she knew it, Pacey had tucked himself away inside his boxers, pulled his jeans up, and reached for her, bringing her back up the bed and turning her over once again onto her back. "My turn," he said huskily, his eyes smoldering like blue fire.
Joey reached underneath his sweater. She was almost amazed by the way her hands felt on his chest, the warmth of his skin. Indescribable emotions swirled inside her. Her eyes wandered over his body, at the jeans that hung loose and unzipped around his hips, liking every inch of him. Her eyes found their way back to his, and he was smiling.
Propping himself up with one elbow, Pacey gazed down at her. "You are really sexy. Did you know that?" he whispered as he brushed his thumb over her lips.
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, feeling herself blush. "No, I'm not—"
"Yes. Yes, you are. You're beautiful." His voice was hoarse as he leaned down to kiss her again. She kissed him back deeply, wanting him to feel everything she was feeling, wanting him to understand the way he made her feel.
Pacey reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it further up her legs, before his hand crept underneath. He hooked his finger along the side of her panties and slowly removed them. He gently rubbed his hand along her bikini line, and his touch felt so good she whispered his name in a heavy breath. She inhaled with anticipation as he slid his finger from her inner thigh to her slick center.
"Damn, Potter. You're so wet," Pacey said quietly, loving the apparent fact that sucking his dick had turned her on this much.
Joey squirmed in ecstasy as his finger swirled around inside her while she moved her hips against the gentle pressure of his hand. Slowly he removed his finger, brought it to his mouth, and licked it like candy. "I want to taste more of you," he murmured, and she felt her entire body clench with need.
He kissed her slowly as their tongues once again stroked and caressed. His palm then caressed her side, gliding upward. His hand skimmed over her covered breasts and drifted along her neck and bare shoulders. He broke their kiss, pulling back to look at her. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Jo? Just because I said those things in that note doesn't mean you have to let me—"
"Yes, Pacey. I'm sure." Her voice was barely a whisper, but her eyes spoke volumes.
Excitement filled his gut. "Can I look at you?"
Joey suddenly hesitated, briefly wishing they'd kept the lights off. She hadn't allowed him to look at her before, hadn't allowed any significant removal of clothing. She hadn't wanted him to be disappointed. Her insecurities had plagued her, but the way he was looking at her now… She nodded. "Yes."
Pacey made a noise in the back of his throat and then slowly, gently, he pulled down the top of her sundress, exposing her breasts, which had hardened and yearned for his touch. He stared down at her silently, lips parting slightly as he sucked in a breath. She was perfectly round, soft and touchable, tipped by pretty peach nipples that begged for his attention. Attention he was more than willing to give her. Just as he longed to explore the silken folds between her thighs. He could smell Joey's arousal now, creamy with an enticing spice. He longed to taste her.
His eyes roamed over her and she could feel her body tighten under his gaze. She blushed. His eyes moved up to hers. "Joey," he whispered. "You are so sexy. You are. You're so beautiful, so perfect..."
She knew he was being kind. Surely, he was seeing exactly what she saw in the mirror every day, all her little imperfections. He ran his long fingers up her stomach to cup her breast. He flicked his thumb back and forth over a peaked nipple, and Joey released a shaky breath.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his words sounding slow and thick in his mouth.
She nodded. "Yes."
A groan tore from his throat as he kneaded and squeezed her bare breasts. Waves of pleasure rippled through her before Pacey bent his head and took one puckered nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and she moaned loudly, her hand moving to hold the back of his head against her. He reveled in the taste of her in his mouth, the fragrance of her skin, and shuddered at her sounds of pleasure as he laved and suckled one breast and then the other.
Joey's nerves rioted through her body, her moans of pleasure filling the room. Hot darts seemed to pummel where she was already pulsating at her core, deep sensations that his tongue, his teeth, and his lips created inside her. Unable to stop herself, her hips kept arching up off the mattress. Every time she did so, he would groan against her skin, and his sounds didn't help. "Pacey," she begged.
He released her breast and looked at her. "Yes, Jo?"
"Please. I can't stand it." Her hips arched again.
Grinning with a smug look of triumph, Pacey started moving lower, positioning himself to lay between her legs. Then he took hold of the hem of her dress and pushed it up, bunching it around her waist, revealing her naked hips. He looked up and her eyes met his. The fire burning in them made his groin tighten with arousal, made his body start to respond to her again, made him long to slip a hand inside his boxers and stroke himself. Still, he ignored it and lowered his gaze.
Her pussy was beautiful. His fingers slid through her curls to open her soft folds and she bucked beneath him. Her slick, swollen lips flared out like tiny wings, glistening with her juices. His eyes widened when he saw her engorged clit, the pink bud protruding from under its fleshy hood. He held his breath as his eyes feasted on her sweet core. As he watched, the puckered flesh around her entrance tightened briefly and then opened wider, as if beckoning him in. His mouth watered.
Joey stared down at him. Pacey wasn't speaking, wasn't moving. Just staring. Another wave of insecurity suddenly hit her and her eyes squeezed shut. Embarrassment reddened her already flushed cheeks. She couldn't look at him. She didn't see how what she had down there was in the least bit attractive, and his face was right there… Yet as she anticipated his touch, his mouth, still she ached with desire and could feel her wetness flowing even more. She wanted it, wanted him.
"Joey, look at me. Please." Her brown eyes opened slowly and met his.
"Pacey." Her voice was throaty, thick with emotion.
"Is this okay? Are you okay?"
"Pacey, okay does not even begin to describe how I'm feeling right now."
She smiled then and it lit up his world. He leaned forward and brought his mouth closer to her mound, inhaling her scent. It was a scent designed to make his head spin. "You are so beautiful," he told her again, murmuring against her flesh. "And you're driving me crazy, you smell so good."
The last few words were barely intelligible, his voice having become little more than a husky growl. Every word made her body weep more. Joey could only whimper in response. If she was driving him crazy, he for sure was driving her crazy. His mouth had moved to her inner thigh, where he was planting soft kisses. God, the anticipation was killing her.
Slowly, Pacey moved lower. When Joey felt the tip of his tongue at the base of her folds, she dug her heels into the mattress. He spread her legs further apart so his tongue could reach its target. He stuck his tongue out and swirled it around her entrance, sampling her nectar, and she let out a surprised cry. He loved her taste—sweet and salty and spicy in equal measure—and the way she responded to him.
It was as if she had let go of the reins of a wild horse. He eagerly dove at the crux of her legs and did all that he'd said he wanted to do. Joey felt his tongue surge out to lick her, long and deep. It was the most extraordinary sensation she'd ever experienced. She knew what it was like to touch herself. She knew what it was like to feel his groping fingers touch her there, but his wet tongue was exquisite, unlike anything she'd even imagined.
With gentle, concentrated skill, Pacey took his time, trailing her flesh up and down and in circular motions. He nibbled and sucked her gently, using his lips and tongue to take her to a place of new discovery while he kept one hand on her breast, caressing her soft flesh and rolling her taut nipple between his fingers. He used attentive care—licking, sucking, and stroking her wetness, devouring her sweet juices as they flowed into his mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, drew it out again, stabbed at her, sucked at her folds until she was panting loudly and writhing beneath him. He was fully aroused now and had to press himself into the mattress for relief.
Joey's own desperate need for more was building, and it seemed to match Pacey's. Then his mouth engulfed her throbbing clit, and he sucked hard, stroking his tongue against it. "Oh, my God!" Her hands held the back of his head and she began to rock against his mouth, suddenly releasing a powerful orgasm. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod… Pacey…"
The sensation too much to take, she pushed his head away and he released her clit, kissing her inner thigh. Yet her hips were still arching against him, her body still tense. He looked up at her. "Do you want more?"
"I just…" Her whole body clenched with need. She ached to be filled. Did they really need to wait until Pacey's birthday? She wanted to stick to her decision, but it was just a couple months…
He realized what she needed as she squirmed beneath him. Moving forward, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and pushed his middle finger inside her and curled it, stroking the spot directly below her clit. Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down on him.
"Yes," she said, groaning, the internal debate momentarily forgotten. "Don't stop."
He pumped his finger in and out, watching her movements as she raised and lowered her hips to meet his thrusts. She was so warm and wet and tight around his finger. He could only imagine just how good she'd feel wrapped around his cock. His erection throbbed and he thrust himself into the mattress harder.
"It feels so good, Pacey," Joey whimpered, as his tongue began to lick her clit in time with the thrust of his finger.
"I know, baby. For me, too."
She moaned loudly, an indescribable tension building at her center, and once again was desperate for relief. "Please," she got out. "Please…"
Pacey's mouth then returned to her clit and he suckled firmer, stroked her faster, until he hit the chord he'd been chasing. Joey arched with a strangled cry, her pussy cinching his finger tight. Her liquid pleasure flooded his hand and triggered a response that hadn't occurred in a while. With a stifled groan, he came inside his pants. And then she was giggling with surprised delight, that sound that was music to his ears. He laid reverent kisses along her inner thigh, chuckling against her skin.
A little later, Joey returned to Pacey's bedroom from the bathroom, and climbed back up on the bed beside him. He pulled her closer, spooning her, bringing his mouth close to her ear. "Spend the night," he whispered.
She hummed and took his hand, threading their fingers. "Won't your sister be home soon? What would she think?"
"So? Gretchen won't care."
"I wish I could stay, but I can't. I really should go home and sleep in my own bed."
"Come on, Jo," he nudged. "You're eighteen. You could stay over if you wanted to."
"I'd love to sleep over, Pace, but I kind of want to avoid any more lectures from Bessie."
He heaved a sigh. "Okay." Then he grinned and leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "So, do you think I earned my right to brag? Anything you care to admit right now?"
She blushed, rolling her eyes, and laughed quietly while she turned in his arms to face him. "Since when do you need your ego stroked?" she teased. He smiled broadly at her, a beautiful smile. Then she changed the subject. "I'm so happy you're applying to college."
"We'll see if I get in anywhere."
"I'm sure you will," she encouraged.
He hoped he'd get into a school that was near whatever college she decided to attend. He didn't want to think about what they would do if he only ended up getting into a school that wasn't, but he knew what his choice would be. Joey was his world. She made him a whole person. If it came down to either being with her or going to college, then there really was no doubt. He'd choose her, every time.
"You know, I've been thinking…" he said. "Have you thought about art school?"
"Art school?" Her brows rose in surprise.
"Or… well, majoring in art at whatever ivy-covered institution you get into?"
"Pacey, do you have any idea how much money artists make? There's a good reason the term 'starving artist' exists."
He let out a breathy laugh. "Not everything's about money, Jo. You love art, and you're good at it. It makes you happy."
She shrugged. "I know. I do love it and it does make me happy, but there's no real future in it. Other than a hobby, anyway. Let's face it. I'm never going to be the next Georgia O'Keeffe. Still, I'm not going to give up doing it, no matter what I study. It's still something to do for me, purely for my own enjoyment."
"Okay, well, speaking of which, when are you gonna be finished with the mural?"
"I'm planning on being done by Christmas," she answered.
He blinked. "Christmas? Jo, it only took you five weeks to finish the mural at school."
"Pacey, that was much smaller. The wall downtown is huge! And I can only work on it when I'm not at school or the yacht club, or when I'm not doing my homework, and when I'm not with you. I don't have a lot of free time, you know."
He smiled and kissed her. "I can't wait to see your wall when it's done. We'll have to have a big unveiling party."
She snuggled closer to him, their legs tangling. Her eyes gazed over his handsome face. Her heart swelled with affection for him. She hoped he realized how much he'd given her, and how grateful she was that he constantly went out of his way to make her feel safe and cherished. What had she done to deserve him? "I wish there was something I could give to you," she said quietly. "Or do for you, to repay you for everything you've done for me."
"Just love me. That's all I want." Pacey smiled and reached his hand up to tuck some loose strands of her soft dark hair behind an ear. "That's all I've ever wanted, for as long as I can remember."
Joey smiled and caressed his cheek, but as they wrapped their arms around each other and embraced in another long sensuous kiss, she couldn't help wishing he wanted more.