A/N: This chapter contains shameless sexually explicit material.
February 16. Home from school, Joey tossed her duffel bag onto her bed. Moving back and forth from her closet and dresser, she quickly had plenty of clothes and some personal effects packed up. She tossed her toiletry bag inside the duffel, and then pulled the rectangular box of dark wood from underneath her bed. Running her hand over the smooth surface, she smiled as she remembered the morning of Christmas before last—the Christmas she'd spent sick with the flu and Pacey had stayed at home with her—and the gift of art supplies he'd given her. It was also placed in her duffel.
Just then there was a knock on her bedroom door. "It's me."
"You can come in."
Her door opened and Bodie appeared. "Hey, girlie."
She smiled and felt herself becoming red in the face as feelings of embarrassment rose up inside her. "Hey."
"Bessie told me what happened in school today. I'm really sorry." He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed. "That doesn't really cover it, does it? How are you holding up?"
"I'm okay," she shrugged. "Happy that I don't have to show my face in school for ten days. And… well, I've been thinking about it, and it's not like what I wrote on that paper was anything to be ashamed of. It just wasn't meant for public consumption, that's all."
"Well, I'm glad the school took care of that Valentine boy and you won't have to deal with him."
She pursed her lips. "Except at work."
He nodded, clearly remembering. "Right. Well, at least you won't have to see him in school."
"Not until after spring break. A permanent expulsion would require a School Board hearing, and the Principal wasn't about to allow that. Oh, you should've witnessed Bessie in Principal Peskin's office," she laughed. Bodie smiled and walked further into her room, taking the chair at her desk while she sat on the edge of her bed. "So, we were sitting there, and Peskin tells us that he had originally decided to expel Drue, but after more careful consideration, he's only going to get two weeks suspension."
She laughed again. "And Bessie went off on him. Started threatening to write to the School Board to get him fired if he didn't do everything in his power to protect me after what Drue did. You should've seen his face! He turned red as a tomato. He started blustering about not wanting to take the matter too far, and then for some reason he seemed scared that Bessie would, like, hire a lawyer to sue the school or something. I don't know where he got that idea from, but he kept making comments like he was worried she would."
Bodie chuckled.
"And you know, Principal Peskin is a member of the yacht club, and so I'm sure Mrs. Valentine talked him into carefully considering a lesser punishment. But that was before Bessie gave him an earful. So… yeah, it worked out in the end. Adios Drue for the next two months."
Nodding his head appreciatively, Bodie glanced at her open duffel bag on the bed next to her. "Going somewhere?" he smirked.
She blushed. "I'm spending winter break with Pacey."
"Ah. Yes, I believe Bessie mentioned something to that effect."
"Is she still mad? She didn't say a word when I told her I was gonna be at his house for the next week."
"I wouldn't say she's mad. She has… concerns, like always."
She sighed, nodded. "That we're way too serious and I'll end up making Pacey the priority over everything else in my life, including going to college."
He smiled knowingly. "She just doesn't want what happened to her, and your mom, to happen to you. She wants you to get out of here."
"Bodie, you're what happened to Bessie," she said incredulously.
"Right. I know, and we're very happy. She just wants more for you. There's so much more you can do with your life. There's so much more than Capeside. The world has a lot to offer you, and she wants you to take advantage of it."
"Well, Bessie can rest assured that Pacey would never let me not take advantage of it, even if I wanted to stay here, which I don't."
"I know. She knows that, too. She just worries. Worrying comes natural to you Potter girls." His teasing smirk faded into a serious expression. "And with good reason."
She smiled sadly. "Yeah."
"Have you heard from your dad, lately?"
"He wrote me a letter right before I went on the ski trip, but I've been too busy to answer him yet."
Bodie then stood up from her desk, heading towards her bedroom door. When he reached the doorway, he turned around and smirked again. "Oh, just so you know, I have some concerns as well about you staying over there with Pacey."
Taken aback, she stared. "You do?"
"I still expect Pacey to be here tomorrow morning, and every morning we have guests, bright and early by six o'clock. Don't you go making him late, now." He smirked again.
She blushed furiously and chewed on her thumbnail, trying to stifle a giggle. "I won't."
Bodie gave her a skeptical look. "Uh-huh," he muttered, and walked out of her room, closing the door behind him.
Giggling, Joey fell back on the bed and heaved a happy sigh. Then she hurried up and finished packing. As she got into her truck, her mind was busy with thoughts of Pacey and the excitement she felt for winter break. Sure, the fight in the cafeteria today had been foolish and risky, and he could've been punished a lot worse, especially as it wasn't a first offense, but she couldn't help but feel safe by the way he stood by her, defended her like no one else could. Like no one else ever had.
Pacey was willing to fight for her. Stand up for her. Protect her. He'd always been that way, now that she really thought about it. That beach party sophomore year, when he'd gallantly tried to get her to stop flirting with him while drunk and then punched that senior who'd tried to take advantage of her inebriation. Not to mention later sophomore year when the Capeside High rumor mill churned out a story that had him slugging Warren Gary outside the video store. Pacey had denied it, and so she hadn't believed it, but she now wondered if it had actually been true. Warren did show up to school with a black eye, but he had kept his mouth shut about how it happened. Knowing Warren had spread that nasty rumor around school that she'd slept with him, getting punched in the face by Pacey now seemed entirely possible.
Smiling to herself, an idea came to her, and she drove right out of Capeside. Nearly thirty minutes after she'd left her house, she was parking at the Cape Cod Mall in Hyannis. Emboldened by her love and appreciation for the amazing guy in her life, she shoved down the embarrassment she felt, went inside the mall, and walked a decisive path straight towards the Victoria's Secret store. She knew he loved surprises, and this was going to be one hell of a surprise.
Later, Joey was still smiling to herself when she pulled into his driveway. After knocking on the sliding glass door, he opened it, and just the sight of him made her lunge for him. She tossed her bag to the floor and grabbed his head, kissing him passionately as she pushed him back into the living room.
"Good God, woman. It's not even nighttime," he joked.
This was no time for his jokes. "Oh," she murmured dismissively, and kissed him forcefully, grabbing hold of his shirt and pushing him over the back of the couch, going right over it with him.
"There's not even a, 'Hello, how are you doin'? How was your day after school today, Pacey?'" he said while she kept kissing him.
"Hi," she said before kissing him again.
"Yeah, hi." Her mouth moved to his neck and warmth flowed through him. "You know, I don't think I like this turn that our relationship has taken here. You have no respect for my feelings. We never talk anymore."
She kissed the other side of his neck in that sweet spot she knew drove him crazy, and she was rewarded with a groan. "Pace?"
"Hmm?"
"We spent eight months talking," she said against his mouth. "We've been doing this for two weeks."
"Wait, that still doesn't mean that you get to treat me as a sex object."
She smiled. "Aww, I can tell you're all broken up about it."
"Yes, I am," he said as she kissed him again.
"Mm-hmm." The kiss deepened for a moment before she pulled back and sat on her knees between his legs. She knew his sister would probably be getting out of work soon, and so they couldn't get too carried away there on the couch. "When's Gretchen coming home?"
A shit-eating grin spread across his face. "Never."
She threw him a look. "She lives here, Pacey. She'll have to come home eventually."
"Yes, to pick up her things and then…" He gestured his arms away from him.
"And then…?"
"And then she's going to crash at Doug's so that we can have the whole place to ourselves for the entire week," he replied, and she gave him a surprised smile. "Which is exactly what we wanted, right? It's great."
She still felt surprised. "Gretchen doesn't mind being kicked out of her own house for a week?"
He laughed. "She wasn't kicked out. She happily agreed to go. Think of it as a gift after what we had to deal with today."
"Well, that was very nice of her."
"Yes, it was, and I'm almost sure that when it comes time to pay rent, she'll deduct this week from her half of the next payment, but whatever. Totally worth it."
Joey shrugged off her coat and laid it over the back of the couch. "So, how was your day after school today, honey?" she teased. "Did Dawson say anything to you on the ride home?"
He hesitated. "Uh… no, not really." It was partly true—Dawson hadn't said a word during the drive.
He looked up at her smiling, happy face and knew that he just didn't have it in himself to bring her down. He couldn't simply tell her, not if he wanted her to really believe it for herself. She would have to see it with her own eyes, and he knew it was only a matter of time before Dawson became so frustrated and desperate that he would probably end up revealing himself in the most obvious way possible. The year was almost over. There was only so much time left before they went their separate ways.
"And how was your day after school, Josephine?" he asked, veering the subject away from Dawson.
She grinned. "Guess who's been expelled for two months and won't be allowed to attend prom?"
His eyes went wide. "Drue? Really?"
"Yep."
"Go girl."
"Bessie kicked ass in that meeting with Peskin."
Laughing, she moved back down to lay on top of him. "Thank you for… being you. For always being there for me when I need you the most."
He brushed her cheek with his finger. "Not too smart to get in another fight, though," he said, and then remembered the things Dawson had said to him earlier. He supposed the guy made a point about his behavior. "I can't really be doing that anymore. I can't punch every jerk out there."
"No, you can't, but I appreciated the punching this time." Memories came back to her again. "Speaking of punching jerks…" She pursed her lips playfully. "Warren Gary, sophomore year?"
"You remember that, huh?"
"You really did hit him, didn't you?"
"Uh, yes, I did. I confess. He was talking shit about you in the video store. So, I followed him out to the sidewalk and… took care of it."
She rolled her eyes. "Between your punch and everyone in school finding out about his erectile dysfunction, that wasn't a very good year for him."
"Definitely not," he said, chuckling.
"Why didn't you own up to it back then?"
"The punch?" She nodded, and he sighed. "I guess because… Dawson was starting to see right through me, and if he knew I'd done that to Warren over you, then…" He sighed again. "Well, things between the three of us were getting confusing and weird, and I didn't want it to get worse."
"No, things just got a hell of a lot more confusing junior year instead."
"Timing is everything." He kissed her. She nuzzled his neck while his arms came around her back, holding her tight. "Speaking of timing, do you think we can get in a quickie before my sister gets home from work?"
She laughed, her breath a warm caress against his skin. "I kinda doubt it."
She was right.
Not too long after, his sister showed up at the house. "Don't mind me," she announced as she came through the front door. "I'm just gonna pack a couple bags and then I'll be out of your hair."
While Joey was on the phone ordering pizza, Gretchen came down the stairs with her packed bags. "Say hello to Dougie for me," Pacey told her.
"I will when I see him later."
"Where are you going now?"
"Well, it just so happens that Dawson invited me over for a movie night. I didn't have any plans, so I said I'd bring the popcorn."
His face hardened into a scowl, and Gretchen gave him a confused look. "Can't you hang out with people your own age? Why is a twenty-one-year-old woman friends with seventeen-year-old boy in high school, anyway?"
"What's the matter? Dawson's a nice guy."
"Nice. Right. Yeah, he's nice."
"Did something happen?"
"Look, Gretchen, I don't know what sort of deal you got going on with Dawson. You know, whether you're really just friends and that's it, or if there's some sort of complicated gray area where you two are skirting around a flirtation or whatever, but…" He sighed. "If he tries to make you think that he wants anything from you other than friendship, he's full of shit."
Gretchen shifted her gaze to Joey in the kitchen, still on the phone with the pizza place. "Does this have something to do with that girlfriend of yours?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, you mean, Dawson's soulmate? The one he believes destiny will find a way to get her to see the light and leave me to go back to him? And that she'll regret she ever loved me? That girlfriend?"
His sister frowned. "I thought you and Dawson were getting along again. Well… I mean, I knew he wasn't over her. She's all he talks about. Trust me, Pacey. I have no interest in dating him, I swear."
"Then just please do me a favor?"
"Sure."
"While you guys are hanging out, being friends, don't… talk about me or Joey with him. I'm sure part of the reason he talks about her all the time with you is because he's fishing for information about us and our relationship. So, just… don't say anything, ever. Okay? Can you do that for me?"
She smiled up at him. "Of course, Pacey. I won't say a word on the subject of you or Joey, or you and Joey. Girl Scouts honor."
He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew his sister would never even think of breaching such a sacred pledge. "Thanks, Gretch."
Joey got off the phone and walked over to them. "Pizza should be here in forty-five minutes."
"Great."
"Okay, guys, I'm outta here. Have fun. Don't burn the house down. Try not to break anything irreplaceable. I'll see you next weekend." And with that, Gretchen was out the door.
An hour later, Pacey and Joey were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, eating pizza and watching television. The lights were off and candles had been lit around the room. She took a drink from her cup of soda and looked over at him. "You're being awfully quiet," she said.
He shrugged. "I'm eating."
"Nope. Uh-uh. You've been quiet ever since Gretchen left. What are you thinking about?"
He finished chewing. "Her hanging out with Dawson."
"He likes her a lot. Maybe tonight he'll finally make his move."
Pacey scoffed. "Yeah. I'm sure he likes her well enough."
"You still don't like them hanging out?"
"No, Jo. I don't."
"I mean, he's our friend and she's your sister. Any way you look at it, it's weird."
He glanced over at her. "How weird would you say it is?"
"Out of four stars, or on a scale of one to ten?" she joked.
"I'm being serious here."
She lifted another slice from the box and set it on her place. "Well, let's just say that, if Bodie weren't in the picture, and Dawson suddenly started hanging out with Bessie all the time… mega weirdness."
He chuckled. "Yeah, but see, that's a little different. I was never Dawson's boyfriend."
"Neither was I," she deadpanned.
Laughing, he took another bite of his pizza.
"It's weird, and I know it bothers you, but I don't care. They can be movie night buddies or they can start dating or they can run off and get hitched in Vegas. Whatever floats their boat. It's entirely none of our business, Pace. And besides," she said, leaning over towards him, not wanting him to think about Dawson and Gretchen anymore. "It ruins the mood. And I, for one, am not gonna let that happen after we've waited so long for this night."
He leaned over and she kissed him. She had a point. He was gonna put Dawson out of his mind. After they'd finished eating, the pizza box and their plates were set down on the kitchen island. When the movie they'd been watching ended, he shut the TV off and pushed the couch and coffee table back, creating a wider open space in the living room. Then Pacey walked over to the rack of CDs next to the stereo. His gaze fell on the Rolling Stones album "Sticky Fingers," and he smiled. Turning on the CD player, he popped the disc in and selected the third track.
Music began to fill the room. "Let's dance," he said, taking her hand and placing it around his neck. "Put those lessons to good use."
Joey smiled as his arms came around her. He held her close to him, and they swayed to the music as they danced around the candlelit living room. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent while he sang softly in her ear. "Is this some sort of seduction routine, Pacey Witter?" she murmured.
"Why? Is it working?"
She chuckled and kissed him. Their kisses quickly grew longer and more intense, their bodies responding to the embrace and their movement.
"Let's go upstairs," she whispered, kissing him lightly on the neck.
He held her to him and moved his hand up her ribcage to brush against the side of her breast. "What do you want to do upstairs, Jo?" he smirked.
Her breath caught at his touch, her body coming alive with those delicious, erotic emotions. "You know what I want to do."
"Hmm." Pacey took her by the hand, threading their fingers, and walked over to the stereo, turning off the music. Then he led her around the room as he blew out each candle one by one.
"Are you sure this isn't a seduction routine?"
He laughed and began walking them into the hallway and toward the stairs. Once he opened the bedroom door and walked in, he flipped the light switch on the wall, illuminating the room. Joey walked over to where her duffel bag had been set down earlier and retrieved her toiletry bag. After folding up her purchase from Victoria's Secret into a small square of fabric that fit in her hand, she turned back around.
"I'm just going to make a pit stop in the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay," he smiled.
She walked down the hall toward Gretchen's room and made quick work in the bathroom, emptying her bladder, and brushing her teeth and her hair. Stomach full of butterflies, she got undressed, and then from the counter beside the sink, she lifted the piece of lingerie—a lace babydoll nightgown. It was a sheer piece of skimpy material, lavender gauze, and long enough to cover herself, although not by much. Once she put it on, she felt so silly that she kept looking at herself in the mirror, her cheeks burning. She was starting to have second thoughts, despite reminding herself of just how much money she'd spent on it.
After telling herself to get a grip, Joey walked out of the bathroom.
When she left his room, Pacey walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. After double-checking the condom stash, he took out a small box of matches. Then he went lighting the candles he'd placed around his room after they'd gotten back from the ski trip. Once they were all lit, he flipped the light switch.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed when the door to his bedroom opened and Joey walked in. The sneaker he'd just taken off slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor at the sight of her.
She giggled at his slack-jawed expression. Still feeling slightly stupid for wearing this, and her stomach full of nervous butterflies, she did a cute little pose, rolling her eyes, and laughed it off.
Pacey wasn't laughing. No, he was pretty sure he was drooling. She had on this little purple scrap of a thing, and he could see right through it. It finished at the tops of her thighs. A small patch of fabric in the same color covered her pussy and that perfect ass. Christ, he wanted to have her in that. Right now. Was this even real? Was he hallucinating? Did he fall asleep while she was in the bathroom?
He slapped himself.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Trying to wake myself up."
"You're not dreaming, Pacey."
"Are you sure? Because I've had a dream just like this many times."
Smiling, she nodded. "I'm sure. Unless we're both having the same dream, which would be weird."
He laughed breathlessly, and then gulped, his heart pounding. His libido shot into overdrive as lust spread like fire through his veins. "Get on the bed, Jo."
Color rose in her cheeks, and Pacey growled. He loved it when she blushed like that.
"Well, aren't you impatient?" she smirked, and started walking towards him.
Her hips swayed and he desperately wanted to grab them, plant her in the middle of the bed, and slide inside her. As soon as she was within grabbing distance, he did just that. He curled his fingers around her hips, lifted her off the floor, and laid her in the middle of the bed. He came up over her, hovering above, and took in her gorgeous face, those lips he couldn't get enough of kissing, and those beautiful big soulful brown eyes he loved having on him.
Joey felt adrenaline pumping through her veins and a heavy feeling tightening her stomach, felt hot desire start to pool at her center, and Pacey hadn't even kissed her yet. He moved up with her, then lay on his side next to her, and pulled her toward him so they faced each other. He ran his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head.
"Kiss me."
She caught his lips with her own, slipping her tongue inside his mouth to tangle with his. She took her time exploring his lips, the sharpness of his teeth, the way his breathing changed when she challenged him for control, the feel of his heart hammering against her hand, and the way the muscles in his shoulders bunched when she held on.
They kept the kissing soft and light until she moaned, and then he pushed her over until she was flat on her back and he was pressing into her, her legs spreading and moving up and around his jeans-clad hips. Pacey broke the kiss. He brushed the hair from her face and pushed himself onto his forearms. "You are so beautiful. Did you do this for me?" he asked huskily, rubbing the material of her nightie between his fingers.
She blushed and nodded. "I knew you'd like it," she whispered.
"You never fail to surprise me, Potter."
"Well, you sure mentioned Victoria's Secret enough times over the past eight months for me to finally take the hint, I suppose."
He grinned and began kissing her jaw and neck, and then worked his way down the column of her throat. Oh, God, what he could do with his mouth. Joey sighed and her hips arched. He smiled against her skin. He returned to pressing his body into hers, his firm chest against her soft, lace-covered, perfectly round breasts. She reached for the hem of her nightgown, but he stopped her.
"What do you think you're doing? You're keeping that on."
She laughed, and then Pacey groaned as his lips recaptured hers. Her arms moving around his back, the erection inside his jeans grew even harder. He soon lifted himself up slightly, and his fingers slid over her little nightie and began to rub the material covering her stomach. She arched her back, needing more from him. He grunted in reply, his hands moving up her body and his thumbs running along the undersides of her breasts.
She was squirming, and she could feel her wetness pooling, her clit throbbing like mad. He was moving achingly slow. "Pacey…" she whimpered.
"What do you want, Joey?"
She pressed her arms tighter around his back. "I want you."
An idea floated to the front of his mind. "Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want."
"But you already know what I want."
"I know some things, Jo. But I want to really know you, who you are deep inside, what you want the most. Things you might be shy or embarrassed about speaking out loud, things I want you to be able to say to me. I want you to tell me what you want from me, what you want me to do."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Since when have you ever actually liked me telling you what to do?"
He grinned. "Are you kidding? You know what authoritative women do to me," he teased, and then became serious. "Joey, I'm not doing anything unless you tell me to do it, and I mean, detailed instructions."
She could see the wicked gleam in his eyes, and she could feel embarrassment rising up in the pit of her stomach and spreading all the way to her reddening face. She giggled nervously, not knowing how to start this little game he obviously wanted to play.
He thought that maybe he should help her along. "What do you want me to do first?"
She felt torn. She knew what she wanted, but the idea of speaking the explicit words out loud to him made her face flush hot. She wasn't sure why; it was just Pacey. He never had a problem taking dirty to her, and she liked it when he did. Besides, it wasn't like she'd never said anything explicit in the heat of the moment. Of course, it usually made her feel shocked and mortified later on when she remembered the words that had come out of her mouth while in the throes of passion.
He could see the inner turmoil—it was written all over her face. "Let me in, Jo. I want to know you better than anyone else does, or ever will." He paused. "Um… well, other than yourself, of course."
She laughed at the contrite expression that accompanied his afterthought. "Kiss me, Pacey."
He smiled. "Hey, now we're getting somewhere."
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. He devoured her mouth with his, kissing her passionately, and she moaned. She loved his lips; they were both soft and firm and the combination sent more waves of wet desire rushing out from her hot center.
After breaking their kiss to breathe, she tilted her head and placed her right forefinger at her chin and then traced back all along her right jawline to the back of her ear and then down her neck, smirking at him. He gave her a wide-eyed smile, before tracing this same line with his lips, stopping briefly at that soft spot of flesh behind her earlobe, and probed the sensitive flesh with his tongue.
She gasped, her fingers pressing hard into his back, and she started squirming. He continued the trail of his lips and tongue down her neck, before dipping into her clavicle. He continued kissing his way down her body, following the deep V of her nightie. She started writhing underneath him, and she brought her hands down from his back to palm at her aching breasts.
He quickly grabbed her hands away and lifted them up above her head, before gently holding both her wrists together in one hand. He smirked at her. "Nuh-uh, I'm going to do that, but only after you tell me to."
"Pacey, come on," she said, half-laughing, and trying to wriggle her hands free from his grasp, but quickly gave up.
"Tell me," he breathed, looking down into her face.
She sighed. "Touch me," she whispered.
"Touch you where?"
She pursed her lips at him. "My breasts, Pacey. Touch them."
He laughed, releasing her wrists from his grip. "I thought you'd never ask."
Joey glared at him.
He chuckled, wondering how she was going to react as this thing carried on. He then brought his large, warm hands to her soft breasts, heavy and full with arousal, savoring their weight in his palms.
"Pace," she breathed against his lips. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his hands. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the lavender lace. He slid his fingernail lightly over a distended nipple, and she almost jumped out of her skin.
He continued fondling her breasts, as his lips once again caught hers, alternating between gently squeezing them and rolling her nipples with his fingers. Joey was moaning, and squirming. She felt like she would combust, he was moving so slow. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth, and licked it with her tongue. He groaned, but he didn't go any faster. As soon as the thought entered her mind, wondering why Pacey wasn't moving on to something else, she realized she hadn't told him to. Damn him.
He noticed the frustrated expression on her face. "Tell me what you want, Joey."
She was cringing inside. Why was he making her say it out loud? She could strangle him. She sighed. "Your mouth, Pacey. On my body."
He looked at her innocently. "Where on your body?"
She glowered. "Just… everywhere! Jesus!"
He laughed. "You're really getting riled up, aren't you? And where would you like me to start first?" he asked, gazing into her eyes and at the same time pinching her nipples.
She moaned, and her hips rocked against him. "You know where," she whimpered.
"Say it." He was thoroughly enjoying this. "Tell me what you want."
"I want your mouth on my breasts," she sighed.
He slid back down, moving his hips away from her squirming center, and then leaned over, flattening his tongue, and traced the underside of one breast. He felt the warmth of her skin even through the lace. He licked and sucked along the curves of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. He stared down at her, loving how her chest heaved with anticipation as she panted.
"Pacey," Joey whimpered, digging her fingers into his biceps, hips squirming. She felt like her blood was a raging fire.
He then ran his tongue up and over one nipple. Her breathing became rapid, and that was just after one stroke of his tongue. Pacey gave her a blazing stare, filled with feral determination. He was going to make her beg for it, and then scream. He smirked before his lips wrapped around the tip of her breast, his tongue making long strokes over the hardened nipple.
She mewled, arching her back and pressing herself against his mouth.
"Tell me what you want, Jo."
She really was going to strangle him. "My nipples," she breathed, her face burning. "Suck them into your mouth."
He groaned and did as instructed, sucking a nipple into his mouth, lace and all.
The heat of his mouth, the wetness of the lace, and the friction of his tongue mixed together. The combination had her moaning and her hands went to his hair, encouraging him. She held him to her breast and wasn't sure if she ever wanted it to end. It felt so good, but so would a lot of other things. She didn't want to rush him, but she didn't know how much more she could take.
He moved to give attention to her other breast, grazing his teeth against her taut nipple. His mouth grew more urgent, sucking greedily. Joey hissed, and started squirming even more. Her breathing became ragged. Her hips rose with every pull of his mouth on her breast, and she felt his hardness press against her damp panties—panties that should've disappeared by now.
Joey had been trying to keep her eyes open, but was failing miserably. Her eyes squeezed shut, and all she could see was tiny flashes of light as Pacey did amazing things to her breasts. His warm hands caressing and pinching, replaced by his mouth, soft, hard, and hot as it laved over her. The throbbing ache of her clit was unbearable, and her center was so unbelievably wet, she could feel her desire spreading to her inner thighs.
"Take them off," she told him, reaching for her underwear.
Pacey then sat up, bending her knees to his side and pulling her panties off her hips and down her legs, throwing them on the floor. He then returned to hover over her, settling himself between her legs as he kissed and licked his way down her abdomen, and the creamy, soft skin of her belly.
As he trailed his mouth over Joey's hip bone, he nipped at it with his teeth, and she arched towards him, groaning his name. He felt his throbbing cock strain painfully, but he knew it was going to be worth the wait. He completely bypassed her squirming center, as her legs spread out before him, and he started to move down her thigh, kissing and darting his tongue out against her.
The ache of her clit was intolerable. She felt like she could cry with insatiable need, and that her center was rippling with pre-orgasmic waves, on the verge of coming, just by feeling Pacey's hands and his face on her thighs.
He spread her legs wide in front of him. He breathed in her heavy scent of arousal, making his head spin. God, he loved that scent. He stared up at her face, and smirked.
She opened her eyes and looked down at him, the sight filling her brain with wanton need. "What are you waiting for?"
"You haven't told me what to do," he replied simply.
She felt overpowering, cringing embarrassment rising up as she stared at him. She couldn't do it. She couldn't say it. There was no way. She nervously shook her head at him.
Pacey decided that he was going to have to drive her crazy enough to crack, which was fine by him because he wanted her so insane with lust that she was begging him.
"You're so wet, Joey," he said, studying her soft, glistening pink center.
She started breathing heavier, her widened eyes glued to his face. He bent down towards her and she bucked her hips towards him, but he held her down with his strong hands. He rubbed two fingers against the bottom curves of her ass, moving them up to her groin, gathering her juices.
"So wet," he whispered, before locking eyes with her and sucking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. "You taste good."
She stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide, panting. She felt her clit tighten, her core become even hotter, and fresh waves of moisture pour out from her center. She wanted him. She wanted it. She wanted him to suck her clit. But she still couldn't tell him so. Something in her brain, or deep in the pit of her knotted stomach, was preventing her from speaking those words out loud.
But Pacey was determined that this was a battle he was going to win. He then took those same two fingers and gently parted her drenched folds, being careful not to touch the places she most wanted him to. "I can't get over how fucking pretty your pussy is, Joey," he whispered. "I love your pussy. I love how it tastes. I love the way it feels around my cock. I love how it clutches at me when I'm inside you, like you don't want to let me go."
"Oh, my God…" she moaned somewhat involuntarily, eyes rolling. His words were driving her over the edge.
"What was that, Jo?" He was trying not to laugh at her unraveling.
"Pacey…" she whimpered desperately.
He smirked. "What do you want?"
She was panting, but she couldn't say those explicit words. However, she thought of something else that might lead to the same result. "I want… you inside me."
"What do you want inside you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her amusedly.
She was going to kill him. "Your tongue, Pacey."
He then leaned forward, bringing his hands up the backs of her thighs, partly bending her knees down on top of her.
"Sit up on your elbows, Joey," Pacey instructed, and she did so. He looked at her, to see her licking her lips, and he grinned. "Are you going to keep your eyes open?" She stared at him, breathing heavily, and nodded. "Okay, good."
Pacey leaned his face down toward her hot center, nostrils flaring, and glanced up at her. "So wet. Fuck, sweetheart, you are…" He trailed off, and after taking a deep breath, lowered his chest, buried his face between her thighs, and groaned. Heaven. The woman was heaven.
His hands gripped her hips, holding her to him, and licked right through the center of her. She cried out. Then he slowly inched his tongue into her pussy, using a back and forth motion, and twisted his tongue inside her before he pulled back out to breathe. He then returned to form a tight circle around her entrance with his mouth and sucked, pulling her sweet, wet desire out with his tongue, loving how much she was getting off on it.
"Oh my, God… Pacey… yes, yes…" She was moaning at the pleasure from his tongue, but then started whimpering over her clit, pulsing with aching need. "Oh, God, I can't…"
"Tell me, Jo," he said, looking her in the eyes.
She whimpered again. She was having an intense inner battle with herself. "You know what I want! Now. Now, now, now, now, now."
He grinned. "Say 'please.'"
"Pacey," she groaned.
"Say it."
"Please," she whimpered.
He smirked at her mischievously. "Please, what?"
She stared daggers at him.
He returned his tongue to her slit, stroking up and stopping just short of her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her hips jerked towards Pacey's face involuntarily, her nerves desperately seeking friction.
"I'm not a mind reader. I don't know what you want unless you tell me."
"Pacey, I…" she whimpered. She was losing the battle; she could feel it. Or maybe she was winning, she couldn't tell anymore.
"Tell me." His voice was commanding.
She was desperately squirming against his firm hold on her and she felt she could sob from need. "Just… oh, God… suck my clit, Pacey. Make me come! Please!"
He smiled triumphantly at her, and rubbed one finger over her swollen, needy clit, causing her hips to buck. "It's so hard."
"Enough with the talking, Pacey. Do it."
With a growling laugh, he finally focused on that neglected bud. "Watch," he told her. He gripped her eyes with his and stared as the tip of his tongue rubbed along the base of her clit, almost playfully for a moment, before applying real pressure.
"Oh, my…" She couldn't finish the sentence. Joey nearly broke into tears of relief, and when she saw Pacey's lips close around her most sensitive flesh, it was the sexiest, most arousing thing she'd ever seen in her life. The sensations of his mouth on her were pure bliss, but the visual of seeing herself between his perfect lips—the sight of it alone made her burn with lust and almost made her come.
Joey felt her orgasm just over the edge after only a few flicks of Pacey's tongue, she was so close. "Your fingers," she moaned, hips arching, her hands running through his soft brown hair. He slipped two inside her, stroking that sweet spot on her front wall. "Oh, yes, yes, yes…"
He gave two or three more firm flicks of his tongue before sucking her swollen bud into his mouth, and then she went off like a bomb. She came with a scream that nearly peeled the paint from the walls.
Her hands let go, clawing and gripping at his bed sheet as her thighs clamped down against him. Her head shot back and her spine arched off the mattress. But Pacey didn't stop, he held her hips tightly and kept her pussy at his face, stroking his tongue over her clit as she bucked against him. Then she tried to get away from him, her nerves in overload. As she reached down to frantically grip his hair, to pull him away from her, another orgasmic wave hit and her legs shook as she cried out, desperately trying to push herself away from his mouth.
"Pacey, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" she begged. "I can't take it!"
He let go, chuckling, and slid up the mattress to lay down beside her, as she lay on her back, glistening with sweat and breathing hard. After a couple minutes, she turned to look at him and she saw his eyes glittering with greed and hunger, darkened beyond anything she'd seen before. Joey lunged at Pacey, forcing him onto his back, lying on top of him, and kissed him with passionate intensity.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. She reached down between them and unbuttoned his jeans, taking the zipper down, and started to slide them down his hips, Pacey helping by lifting up off the mattress while he grabbed at the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Once she'd gotten his jeans, boxers, and socks off, throwing them into a pile on the floor to join his shirt, she moved her fingertips to his chest, and drew a long, slow line downward, over the soft belly covering his flat abdomen. She looked down at his face as she took his cock in her hand, soft as silk and hard as steel, loving the moan that slipped from him as she wrapped her hand around the heavy shaft.
"Baby, you killing me."
"Not quite yet…"
She moved down the bed, and grinned when a guttural moan escaped his throat. Then she lowered herself over his hips and took him into her mouth. Just the tip at first, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. She wrapped around his thick base, felt him tense when she slid her mouth down the length of him. She sucked him hard, taking him deep, and he buried his hands in her hair. A thrill went through her as she loved him this way, the power she held over his pleasure a heady idea. That and the sweet taste of his flesh in her mouth.
"I'm gonna come if you don't stop, Jo," Pacey warned through gritted teeth. She sucked harder around his swollen tip, gripping his hard length with both hands, and he laughed. "Oh no, you don't," he told her in a husky voice. "That's not part of this game."
"But I thought this is about what I want?" she smirked.
He hesitated, and then found a loophole. "It's about you want me to do to you, not the other way around. Not tonight."
He pulled her up and over him. Joey smiled down at him and captured his lips with her own, kissing him with ardent passion. Then she reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, taking out the box of condoms and shaking it at him before setting it down atop the table.
"What do you want me to do with those?"
"Gee, I don't know, Pacey. I thought maybe you could make some cute balloon animals. What do you think I want you to do?"
"There will be plenty of time for balloon animals later. We need to get a move on or I'm gonna explode."
Pacey then sat up, lifting Joey to sit in his lap. She grinned. "I didn't tell you to do that." She glanced down at his rigid erection between them, and she leaned forward, her arms going around his shoulders. They were so close in this position. She kissed him. "Never mind. I like it."
He smiled, wrapping his arms tighter around her back as her legs wrapped around him. "Now, what would you like me to do?"
Revenge was sweet. "I want you to make love to me without a condom."
Hanging his head, he sighed. "That's not fair, Jo."
"Please?" She pouted and softened her gaze, batting her eyelashes.
"No. No, none of that. I'm not falling for that."
She snickered and reached for a condom. "I want you to put it on."
"That I can do."
Pacey had dreamed of making love to Joey since the second he'd finished making love to her the last time. He'd thought of all the ways he wanted her. He'd planned to have her going for an hour, to make her come a half-dozen times before he finally took his turn, but then she'd walked into his bedroom wearing lingerie and well, best laid plans and all that.
"Do you want me inside you?" he whispered once he'd finished rolling the condom down.
She caressed his face. "I want you inside me, Pacey."
"I want you, too. I've always wanted you, Jo."
Her heart swelled at his words and the affection pouring out from his blue eyes. He gazed at her, searching her face. He saw honesty, loyalty, love and devotion. Holding onto her, he shifted to sit on his knees. Lifting her hips, he spread her thighs and wrapped her legs around his body. She knew he could feel how wet she was against his stomach.
Then he slowly lowered her onto his latex-covered cock, sliding easily inside, and groaned as the sweet feel of her warm, wet walls enveloped him, while the fullness inside her sent her into another level of pleasure. They both sighed with relief, and held each other tighter.
"You love the way I fill you up?"
"Yes, Pacey… so much. I want it. I need it."
He captured her mouth with his, kissing her intensely, as his hands rocked her hips in a steady rhythm up and down, back and forth, stroking his throbbing hardness with her soft, tight pussy.
She broke their kissing and threw her arms around his neck, holding him close and pressing her body into his, one hand gripping his shoulder and the other in his hair, and the side of her face pressed against his, but it wasn't close enough. She needed to feel his skin. "Can I take this off now? Please?" she asked, pulling at the lace nightie.
He nodded, and her hands went to the hem, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor. Her arms again went around his neck, and she molded her breasts to his chest, relishing the feel of his skin against hers. He groaned at the feel of her and her sounds of pleasure, his hands leaving her hips and moving up to wrap around her back, pressing her tighter against him.
They began to move together, his lips feathering kisses over her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder. Their arching hips were like liquid at first, a slow, undulating motion. Pleasure seared her, burning in her veins like fire—as wild as the emotions in her heart.
"Pacey… I love you," she panted.
"I love you, too, Joey."
He stopped for a moment, took her face in his hands, looked into her eyes. "I do. I love you so much sometimes it feels like my heart will explode inside my chest, like there's just not enough room for how much I love you."
She smiled at him, happiness flowing through her, filling her, a lovely, seeping warmth unlike anything she'd ever experienced before being with Pacey. She leaned into him, wrapped her arms around his neck again, and they held still for a while, silent, their bodies joined, simply feeling each other while sensation thrummed through their bodies.
Then he kissed her neck, tiny, fleeting kisses that set her on fire all over again. She kissed his shoulder, the side of his neck, and they began to move once more, his cock pressing into her, gently at first, then a harder driving rhythm. The soft, tender need grew, spiraled, until they reached that primal place their bodies needed from each other.
Thrusting hips to thrusting hips, they grew slick with sweat as they held on tight. They were both panting, grinding into each other, the need as much about emotion as it was physical desire.
The pleasure built inside her, coiling tight. Her nails raked the back of his neck, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, her mouth sucked hard at his throat. The sensations carried them higher, faster. She was so wet, and he was insanely hard. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, and he couldn't get enough.
He drove into her, over and over and over again. It seemed as if she was poised on that keen edge forever, wanting to draw it out as long as possible before she fell off into the mindless abyss of release. But it didn't take long before the strokes of his rock hard cock against her wet, silken center soon caused that delicious tension to build until her throbbing clit ached desperately for relief. She worked her hips over him, finding the perfect friction and rhythm for her release, the tension bursting, and she was coming. Ecstasy throbbed at her center and surged through her entire body, flooding her mind with pleasure.
"Pacey… oh, my God, it feels so good," she moaned through her orgasm.
Joey threw her head back, clamping down on his cock over and over, hard and incredibly tight. He watched her, and Christ, she was gorgeous. No one could ever be as stunning as her in that moment. Pride filled him, that he could make her feel like this, that he could give her this…
"Oh, baby, the way you come for me. The way you squeeze me. I can't ever get enough."
He felt his groin tighten and the fire in in his lower back intensify at the sound of her vocalizing her pleasure, his name a moan on her lips, and the feel of her clenching around him. His hands went back to her hips and he started quickly rocking them up and down his cock with purpose, Joey meeting his thrusts with her rotating hips to help him along.
The world fell away. Nothing mattered to her but Pacey, his sounds of pleasure filling her ears as he thrust over and over inside her. Her flesh welcomed him, enclosing him in a tight, soft embrace to milk him. She watched his face contort in a mask of pained pleasure as he crept closer and closer to the edge.
"Come, Pacey," she whimpered into his ear. She loved that her body could bring him to ecstasy, thrilled she could make him feel just as good as he did her. She moved her mouth to that sweet spot on his neck, kissing and tasting his skin in that way she knew he liked.
Triggered by her sounds, words, kisses, and clenching muscles, the jolts of pleasure rippling from his balls turned into crashing waves as he hurtled towards his release. He needed to see her. Her arms clutched tighter around him as he moved his head to look into her face. He looked into the soft brown of her eyes, their mouths meeting in heavy breaths and their lips in desperate kisses.
His forehead against hers, he started moaning her name and his love for her pussy, and after a few more thrusts he went over the edge. For a split second, he stilled, his whole body gripped tight in indescribable sensation. She heard his exquisite moans and felt his cock throb and swell inside her as he spent himself inside the condom. He collapsed backwards, sitting on the mattress and relieving his knees, still holding her tight against him.
They sat there on his bed, Joey on his lap and still connected at their joined center, breathing heavily. Enveloped in a fog of bliss, she laid her head on his shoulder, her hand sliding gently up and down his back. "I love it when you come," she said lazily. "I love how your muscles tighten and you shove in harder."
Pacey didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She loved it when he shoved in harder—as if he could help himself, as if anything but being deep inside her had ever felt this right. He leaned back to look at her, and she lifted her head. He brought his hand up to gently hold her face and gaze intensely in her eyes. "How did I get so lucky?" he asked her.
"No, how did I get so lucky?" she replied.
He kissed her softly. "I guess we can both be lucky," he said.
She smiled and then smothered him with kisses. Forehead. Nose. Chin. Ears. Lips. Cheeks. Laughing, his arms came around her and he hugged her tight to his body while he breathed in her delicious scent.
When Pacey returned to bed from the bathroom after disposing the condom, they lay together in the afterglow, bodies entwined. "So, what are our plans for this week?" Joey asked. "What do you wanna do?"
"You know the answer to that," he replied passionately and kissed her.
"What would you like to do, other than sex?"
"Anything or nothing. Think about it and let me know." He kissed her again.
They clung to each other, listening to each other's breathing, feeling one another's languid caresses, and it wasn't long before they both slipped into the unconsciousness of sleep.
It was still dark when Pacey opened his eyes. Joey slept beside him, curled up, her back against his side. Not even two minutes later, the five o'clock alarm sounded, and he quickly reached over to hit the snooze button. Waking, she rolled over and looked at him with sleepy lids. "Hi."
"Hi there," he chuckled. Gazing at her, he smiled. Her cheeks were rosy. She smelled like sex. He lightly stroked her abdomen, then lower, inciting little riots of sensation along her nerves. His fingers played in the silky curls covering her mound.
"Pacey," she said on a sighing breath.
"Last night was good, wasn't it?"
His breath fanned across her neck as he leaned into her. "Yes," she replied truthfully. "It was very good."
He kissed her neck, causing chills to dance along her spine. She clasped her thighs together, trapping his playful hand and stopping the light caresses. "Bodie says I'm not supposed to make you late," she told him.
Laughing, he pulled his hand free. "Stay in bed," he murmured, before moving lower and kissing her breasts until she lost her breath completely. "Don't get up. I'll be back soon."
After showering, he pulled on a pair of jeans and a red button-down shirt, and then made his way downstairs. Taking the keys to her truck, he drove over to the Potter B&B to cook breakfast for their houseful of guests.
Joey watched him leave the room and stretched cat-like on his bed. Life just didn't get any better than this, she thought to herself. She was in love with the most perfect boy in the world and she was going to spend winter break with him, with no one else around. No siblings, no friends, no classmates. Just the two of them, all week long.
She lazily remained in bed for some time, eyes closed, dozing, daydreaming. The sun came up, illuminating the room. Her stomach growled. An idea sprang to her mind, and smiling excitedly, she jumped out of bed. After a stopover in the bathroom to empty her bladder and brush her teeth, with a smile she grabbed his blue plaid bathrobe from the hook behind the door and put it on. She was coming down the stairs when she heard the side door in the living room open.
Pacey stepped back inside the house to see Joey walking into the kitchen. Bad news, she was up. Good news, she was wearing his robe. He shrugged off his coat and hung it in the hall closet, before joining her in the kitchen to see her opening the refrigerator. "I thought I told you to stay in bed, Miss Potter," he scolded playfully. It was only eight o'clock, and it was Saturday.
Joey scanned the shelves in the fridge. "When was the last time you went grocery shopping?" she asked before shutting the door and moving across the room to the cabinets.
"Um… that's a good question. Last week?" He followed her to where she was now opening the cupboards, still wishing she'd stayed upstairs in his room and he could've joined her there instead. "You know, since they invented the Cartoon Network, there's really no reason for you to be up this early on Saturday morning," he said, kissing her.
"I wanted to make you breakfast," she told him, moving to open more cabinets.
"You'd do that for me?" he said with a smile.
"Well, I don't make breakfast for just anyone, Pace."
He grabbed a broomstick from the corner and moved away from her, looking up at the ceiling.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure our smoke alarms work."
She threw him a look. "That's very funny."
He chuckled and set the broom aside. Closing the distance between them, he looked her up and down. Seeing her in his robe gave him a deep sense of pleasure. "You should wear my clothes more often."
"You like it?" she smiled at him as she picked up a notepad to write down the items they needed for breakfast.
"Yep." Something primal in him eyed her with appreciation. His scent was all over her, not just from last night's lovemaking, but now from his robe. It was stupid and probably a bit caveman, but he didn't care. He liked seeing her in his clothes. He liked seeing her in his bedroom… in his bed… wearing lingerie, or nothing but a smile, her dark hair spread around her like a halo, staring up at him with heat and desire and hunger.
"When's the last time you washed it?"
"Mmm… I don't know. When's the last time you came over here to do my laundry?"
She threw him another look. "That would be never."
He shrugged as he moved closer to her. "Never. Well, then, I think you have your answer." They kissed and she slapped her grocery list against his chest. He took it from her and looked at it. "You know, when I told you that whole thing about telling me what you want, I didn't really expect a request to come in writing." A grin spread across his face.
Him and his jokes. "Milk, eggs, syrup."
"I know what this really is," he said, ripping her shopping list from the notepad. "You're trying to get rid of me. You've had your way with me, my conversation has grown tiresome, and now you're giving me the boot."
"Go." She patted him on the arm and lifted her face to his for a kiss. "I'm gonna get in the shower soon."
He kissed her. "Okay, but only so long as you promise me you'll be wearing that when I come back."
She smiled, gently pushing him out of the kitchen. "Buh-bye."
As he turned to head into the hallway to get his coat from the closet, there was a knock on the kitchen door. They turned to stare at it. There was definitely someone on the front porch, but the blinds were shut, obscuring their view.
"Who would be knocking on your front door at eight o'clock in the morning?"
He shrugged. It couldn't be Gretchen. Pacey walked past Joey and crossed the kitchen to answer the door. He blinked in surprise as he opened it. "Hey."
"Hey," Dawson greeted. "Um, sorry to drop by so early. I'm just…" He turned his head, staring at the driveway, and pointed to the vehicle parked there. "Is that… that that Joey's truck?"
"Yes, it is." He inwardly gloated and had to clench his jaw to keep from smiling. "Anyway, you're here because…?" There was nothing about the way they'd left things after their last conversation that would explain Dawson showing up here.
"Oh, I'm just looking for Gretchen."
"Wasn't she hanging out with you last night?"
"Well, she was, but then she left. She never came home?"
He stared a moment, and took this as confirmation that his sister hadn't said a word to Dawson about staying with their brother or the reason why she'd need to. He grinned and stepped back, opening the door wide for a full view of the kitchen and his girlfriend, standing there wearing his bathrobe. "Uh, Jo? Did Gretchen come home last night?"
She looked at him, her face scrunched with confusion. "No. Isn't she staying with Doug?" Then she smiled at their friend. "Hey, Dawson."
Pacey turned and threw a shit-eating grin at the guy's stunned speechless face. "Oh, that's right. She's staying with Doug. Until next weekend. So, you might wanna drop by over there if you wanna see her."
"Are you hungry?" Joey asked kindly. "You wanna hang around and eat breakfast with us?"
Mouth open, Dawson's gaze flickered between the two of them, and as Pacey watched his eyes roam up and down over the robe, he had to clench his jaw again. That primal thing inside him sat up and growled.
"Uh… no, that's okay. I already ate. I, uh, well…" Dawson laughed breathlessly. "Well, I guess I can drop by Doug's apartment, or I'll just see her at the restaurant later."
Pacey's wide grin curved into a pointed smirk. "You do that. Anyway, as you can see, we're, uh, kinda busy, so…"
His face hardening, Dawson's eyes filled with contempt and malice. "Yeah. See you later."
"Buh-bye now." He shut the door in his friend's stunned face.
As he listened to Dawson walking off the front porch, he turned to see Joey crossing her arms, fighting a grin. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
He grinned and shrugged. "A little bit."
"A little bit?" she replied skeptically, arching her brow. "More like a whole lot."
With a growling laugh, Pacey came at her, lifting her up, her long legs wrapping around him as he held her, and she started giggling. "You have no idea, Potter."
Rolling her eyes, Joey's arms went around his shoulders and she kissed him. "You better get to the store, sweetheart," she murmured against his mouth. "Or you're gonna have a hungry woman on your hands, and it won't be pretty."
As Pacey drove her truck downtown, the shopping list on the seat next to him, the self-satisfied grin never left his face.