A/N: This chapter contains sexually explicit material.
October 6. After getting into the Mustang and driving away from the restaurant, Pacey located a convenience store downtown that was still open. Hand in hand, he and Joey walked inside, the bell chiming over the door as they entered.
"So, are we here to get some snacks to have at the house?" she said as they walked past a couple aisles.
"Um… no." His pulse raced as he turned into the personal care aisle, and then a moment later they were standing in front of the condom display.
She stared at the display with knitted brows. "What—"
Beside the condoms, he reached for the first small bottle of lubricant he laid his eyes on. When he turned to meet her gaze, Joey's face flushed red hot. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Grinning, he grabbed her by the hand again and started walking back up the aisle.
Then her stomach fluttered with embarrassment. "We can't just go up front and only put a bottle of lube on the counter."
"Why not?" he chuckled. "It's kind of funny, if you think about it."
"Well, it's not like we're in Boston, Pacey. We're in Capeside. My sister comes in here. Your mother."
"Okay, good point."
They changed course and made for the coolers, where Joey retrieved a carton of orange juice. "We're all out at the B&B," she told him.
They were soon standing in front of the counter, the bottle of lube placed next to the large carton. Joey tried not to make eye contact with the clerk. As the man started to ring them up, a familiar voice made them turn around.
"Hey, guys."
Joey blinked in surprise to see Jen standing there with Dawson beside her. "Um… hi," she replied, and then glanced at Dawson. The awkwardness was palpable, and they barely nodded a greeting, their eyes quickly averting away from each other.
"Hey, man," Pacey said, smiling at Dawson.
"Hey," he replied with a chuckle. "Good to see you." Then Dawson's eyes went wide with a look of realization and surprise. "Is that… is that your car out there?"
Pacey beamed a smile. "The red Mustang? Yeah."
"Where'd you get that?"
"Doug," he said, laughing. "Courtesy of the police impound."
"Wow."
"So, what are you doing here?" Joey asked Jen. "Why aren't you in Boston?"
"Dawson picked me up at the train station," she answered, running her fingers through her blond hair. "Got in just before nine. Then we went to get something to eat. Stopped in here on our way back to his house. Mitch is out of ice cream, and Gail needs milk."
Dawson nodded his affirmation of her explanation.
Joey, with a confused expression across her face, looked back and forth from Dawson to Jen. "What happened to the frat party? Weren't you going with Jack tonight?" she asked as the clerk announced the total behind her. Pacey turned around, pulling his wallet from his back pocket.
Hesitating to respond, Jen frowned. "We, um, kind of got into an argument about the party. Ever since he met these frat guys…" She sighed and shook her head, looking upset. "I don't know."
"So, um, what are you guys doing back home?" Dawson asked them, changing the subject.
Pacey locked eyes with Joey for a moment, before turning to look at their friend. "Uh, well, that's a really long story…"
"I've got time. How long are you in town for? You wanna get together sometime?"
Feeling surprised and touched at Dawson's outreach, Pacey smiled. "I'd like that. But, uh, well, I'm not exactly sure how long I'll be around—"
Behind them, the clerk cleared his throat. "You folks want a bag for this?"
Her face going beet red, Joey turned around in shock horror to see the man holding up the travel-sized bottle of lubricant. Laughing nervously, Pacey told the man no, and hastily grabbed the bottle, shoving it in his pocket.
"Oh, my God," Joey breathed, before turning around to see Jen grinning at her like a fool. Dawson's mouth had fallen open, appearing speechless. So, she did what she did best and ignored the awkwardness, pretending as though what had just happened hadn't actually happened. "I'm guessing you'll be around tomorrow? When do you go back to Boston?"
"Um…" Jen was clearly trying not to laugh. "Um, yeah. I'll be around. I'm staying with the Leery's tonight. My train back to Boston isn't until tomorrow night at nine."
Joey, sensing how much Pacey probably would like to talk to Dawson about everything that was going on, decided to put the awkwardness behind her for the moment. "Do you two want to come to the B&B for dinner? Pacey will be more than happy to cook. I'm sure he'd love to show off his prowess in the kitchen."
"Yes, I have heard all about your prowess," Jen said with a knowing smirk, and Joey's face went even redder as Pacey shot her a look of amusement.
Dawson laughed awkwardly. "Uh, well, sure. We can do dinner, I think. We don't have any plans for tomorrow. Just doing stuff around the house, right?" He turned to Jen, brows arching in question.
"Nope, no plans," she confirmed. "Dinner sounds good." Jen looked at Pacey. "You better bring your A game, Witter. I expect to be impressed," she said with a teasing glint in her eye.
"I hope you like mac 'n cheese out of a box," Pacey joked.
After that quick pitstop, they were soon back at the Potter B&B. He retrieved his overnight bag from the trunk of the Mustang, and then followed his girlfriend inside the house. The drive back had been sweet torture. He closed the front door and turned around. She removed her jacket, hanging it up inside the hall closet, and then Joey launched herself into his arms.
Pacey caught her with a groan, kissing her deeply, and dropped his duffel bag on the floor. He plundered her mouth, one hand at the base of her neck, holding her to him. It wasn't enough. He wanted more of her. Ever since he'd seen her in that pink dress, all he'd been able to think about was dragging her into his arms and taking her, feeling her warmth around his cock, hearing her moan as he came inside her.
He tore his mouth away and rained kisses down the side of her face and neck. "Jo, that perfume you wear drives me crazy."
Her head fell to the side. "I guess I'll have to buy ten more bottles."
"Send me the bill."
She started on his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders, down his arms. Then her fingers went to his shirt, removing his ties before releasing one button at a time. Blood was barreling through his body, with one destination in mind. When Pacey tried to help her, she moved his hands away, slowly shaking her head. Her brown eyes glowed, the light mesmerizing him.
He watched her return to the buttons, finding her intense concentration on the task at hand incredibly sexy. The pink tip of her tongue peaked between her full lips, and he leaned down for a quick taste. With the release of the last button, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.
She pressed a kiss to his chest, right above his heart, and then trailed her lips across to his flat nipple. She stroked it with her tongue, her thumbnail lightly grazing the other. A moan rumbled out of him, from his very being, and he pulled her to him for another long, sensuous kiss. His tongue swept inside her mouth, savoring her. She was mint and chocolate on his palate, a dessert created just for him.
He kept kissing her as she was made to walk backwards. They kept moving until she was pressed against the hall closet. He pressed his chest against hers and gave her a good feel of his rock-hard erection. They kept on kissing. He found another inch to move closer. She closed her eyes and could swear she felt his erection pulsing in rhythm to his racing heartbeat.
"I love seeing you in a dress." Pacey spoke softly while he wrapped a lock of her dark brown hair around his finger. "You're so beautiful. So sexy."
The fire in his eyes and the tautness of his broad chest pinned her to the closet door. That absolutely turned her on. She didn't wait for him to kiss her again. She couldn't. In fact, there was no thinking involved. Just feelings—and what she felt was pure fire. Joey's passion devoured his lips. His long winding moan sounded as if it came from a well deep inside him.
With no space left between them, Joey hiked up one leg and anchored it against his hip before bringing up the second and then locking her long legs behind him. If she hadn't already been lost, the feel of Pacey's iron-hard erection now pressed against her thin underwear was enough to send her into no man's land.
"You've still got the bottle in your pocket, right?" she whispered, before claiming his mouth in another searing hot kiss.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do tonight?" Pacey asked, dragging his lips away from hers to rasp against her ear. "Maybe we should take it slow, ease into it. And you know I'll stop anytime you want me to," he promised.
"Don't you dare stop," she growled back, reclaiming his lips in a hungry kiss. Joey was only vaguely aware of her dress inching up her body. It wasn't until their lips tore apart the second time that he pulled it over her head, getting rid of the thing. And frankly, she was too lust-drunk to give a damn.
"My God," he whispered, taking in the sight of her incredible body, decked in a red-and-black strapless bra, matching panties, and high heels.
Pacey lowered her feet back to the floor and found himself sinking to his knees before her. Her beautiful face was suffused with desire, and he felt an incredible pressure to please and satisfy her any way he could. On his knees, he was unable to contain his desire to kiss her other set of lips.
Joey's flat stomach quivered when his mouth peppered kisses around her belly button. Loving her response, he dipped his head until he took the lacy fringe of her panties between his teeth and proceeded to pull them off her hips, before taking hold of the material with his hands and pulling it down her smooth, long legs.
Slowly, she stepped out of the small material and then spread her legs a little wider as she watched him climb back onto his knees. This time he was eye level to her velvet V of dark curls. Once again, Pacey felt awestruck by her beautiful body. As if in a trance, he leaned forward and planted a kiss against her springy curls.
Joey sighed, her legs visibly trembling. The expression on his face as he gazed between her legs turned her insides molten. He kissed her again. This time, his tongue glided inside her. "Oh, God," she moaned, dropping her head back against the closet door.
She had stolen the words out of his mouth. Her body was sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. His next kiss had his tongue sliding in between her slick folds, plunging deep and sapping up her body's juices as if they were the elixir of life.
She lowered her hands to Pacey's head—at first to pull him away because the pleasure was too intense, but once they reached their destination, she could do no more than massage and urge him on in his glorious feasting. However, he needed no encouraging; he continued to suck out her very soul with each gentle lapping of his tongue.
Her legs came up once again. This time she anchored them over his shoulders until she was literally sitting before his face while his hands cupped her bottom. Suddenly, Joey couldn't breathe. The pleasure was too much. She tried to squirm away but had nowhere to go. Her hand found the doorknob to the closet just as her body shuddered in release and liquefied her every bone and muscle.
And still Pacey continued to lap her up until she begged for mercy. But she slipped sideways and the door slid open on its track. Joey tumbled inside, dragging down coats and jackets on top of her.
Pacey's jaw dropped in shock. "Oh, my God, Jo. Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said beneath the pile of jackets and winter coats, and burst into laughter.
"Jesus, Potter." Laughing, he helped her out of the closet. When their eyes locked, the laughter died away, lust once again blazing between them. She threw herself in his arms, kissing him passionately. Pacey then pulled and tugged out of his pants and got them off in record time.
At the first sight of his incredibly rigid erection, Joey's mouth watered. She absolutely had to have a taste of him. She wrapped her hand around his beautiful thick work of art as if she was in awe. She leaned in close and drew him into her mouth, loving the taste and feel of him.
"Oh, Christ." Pacey exhaled as his straining flesh bobbed in and out of her mouth. For some reason he couldn't recall at the moment, there had once been a time when he hadn't expected her to share his love for oral sex. And here she was, quickly bringing him to the brink of madness yet again.
He pulled away from her, but then she urged him down onto the floor, his head and shoulders cushioned by the pile of coats. She straddled his chest backwards as she lowered her face over his groin, once more grasping hold of his throbbing cock. He took hold of her hips, and took his time with his tongue, inching his way into her pussy and listening to the heavy pant of her breathing as he did so.
He pressed his tongue inside her as far as he could go, and then waited a few heartbeats until Joey rocked impatiently against him before he started moving languidly in slow torturous strokes. Pacey loved how high her sighs climbed and how she couldn't seem to stop saying his name.
Nothing in his life had ever felt so right and so perfect as being with her.
He never wanted nights like these to end.
Joey was in heaven with his hands on her body, and his tongue on her clit. Licking, biting, sucking, flicking. Until, finally, she broke. She cried out, the moan sounding as if ripped from her throat.
Pacey watched her pussy pulsate and drip with her orgasm, saw the muscles around her pink rosebud clench. "So fucking gorgeous," he whispered.
After she came down from her high, he returned his tongue to her swollen, sensitive flesh. He teased her with long fluid strokes, taking his time to rotate his tongue just so and hitting all her hot spots. So long, in fact, he counted her erupting with two more body-quaking orgasms before he sought his own. When he finally allowed himself to give into his own budding orgasm, he was thrusting hard and fast into her hand.
He felt hard and alive against her lips; she loved the taste of him, she thought, with a wild and yet gentle happiness; she loved the taste of him, which was also the taste of sex, tangy and salt and something uniquely Pacey. With one final stroke of her tight fist, his orgasm raged through his body like a hurricane, and then he came, spasm after spasm, his hot release erupting onto her tongue.
Eventually she climbed off him. They lay there, panting—half of their bodies inside the closet. They looked at each other, laughed, but waited for their second wind.
Minutes later, when they caught their breath, Pacey rained more kisses across her dewy brow while he freed her creamy breasts from their lacy confinements. His gaze devoured her. Over the years, he'd seen women in various stages of undress, but he had never been enthralled by any of them the way he was with Joey's beauty. Her skin was soft, smooth, perfect. Her small breasts were round, plump, and firm. Her peach–colored nipples were hard as if they were begging to be warmed by his mouth.
Just the sight of her perky ripeness began to stir his arousal again, but this time he asked, "Why don't we take the next round into your bedroom?"
Joey smiled. "Great. I think my closet is a lot bigger than this one."
Before leaving the hallway, Pacey made sure to grab the bottle of lube from his suit pants pocket. While she was in the bathroom, he took the time to light a few candles in the room and turn down the covers on her bed.
When she rejoined him, he pulled her into his arms. They collapsed on the mattress, giggling and whispering and smothering each other in passionate, lingering kisses.
He bent down, lowering his mouth to Joey's chest, making her gasp. He took his time licking and kissing along the undersides of her breasts, and he made sure to give her sensitive nipples extra time and attention. After a couple of minutes, Pacey was once again hard as a rock and beginning to drip pre-cum from the tip. Tiny whimpers snuck out of Joey every time his tongue did something nice to her breasts, but his mission was to have her howling by the end.
Joey glanced at where the bottle of lube sat on her bedside stand. Her eyes narrowed. "You told me you've never done… this… before."
He grinned at her continued inability to speak the works out loud. "Nope. I haven't."
"So, you don't know what you're doing?" Suddenly feeling anxious, her stomach fluttered with nerves.
"Well… I did some research and I think I got a good grasp on what I'm supposed to do," he said, hoping to reassure her. It meant a lot for her to trust him like this.
She gave him a sarcastic look. "And by research, you mean you watched some pornos?"
A shocked expression came over his face. "What? No! I haven't watched any porn since I worked at the video store."
Joey arched a skeptical brow.
"I'm serious. And it's not like I own a computer. I certainly don't need to make my way into sketchy red-light neighborhoods in the city either. I've got you, and that's more than enough for me. I have no interest in silicone and fake orgasms."
Her lips curved into a teasing grin. "How do you know mine aren't fake?"
Affronted, Pacey stared at her. "I would hope you wouldn't fake them. If you're having trouble coming, just tell me, and I'll do something different."
She giggled.
"Anyway, I did my research and I'm pretty sure I know what I'm doing. If you hate it, then I'll stop, but I think I can make you like it."
"You're pretty full of yourself, you know that?" she said, brows arched.
"It's hard not to be when I have you right where I want you, Potter." He lowered his mouth to hers, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Besides, there's plenty of information out there now. Lots of people love anal. It's not even taboo anymore."
"Maybe not with the people you know. And who told you it wasn't taboo anymore? Those pervy guys you work with in the kitchen?"
Pacey gave her his best evil smile. "Well then, I guess you'd better not tell your friends at that fancy college of yours what you let me do to you."
She closed her eyes, groaning at the thought of it, or maybe she was just nervous.
When she looked at him again, he kissed her. He now knew firsthand that Joey Potter wasn't a prude, and at least when it came to sex, she wasn't uptight at all, but until most recently, she'd just never given herself permission to be dirty.
Sliding his fingers between her legs, Pacey toyed with her slick pussy, making sure not to get her off even though she subtly tried to direct his actions. When she was squirming for him again and moaning into his mouth, he let his thumb stray to her perineum, stroking her there before moving his attention her anus. By then she was so aroused she only mewled into his mouth, shuddering and gasping, ready for whatever he had planned.
It probably wouldn't be very sexy of him to excuse himself so he could rub one out in the bathroom. It would only take a minute. His balls were tight again, aching, and he was probably going to blow his load on her ass before he even got into her. Pacey's muscles tensed as he worked to stave off his arousal, refusing to be ruled by primal need. He had to make sure she enjoyed this.
"I want you to flip over for me, sweetheart. Lie right on your stomach."
"Okay," Joey said. She rolled herself over and got settled. Pacey wedged a pillow under her hips. She wriggled against it, grinding against it, desperate for some friction where she needed it most.
He slapped her playfully on the back of the thigh. "Stop that right now."
"Please, Pacey… I need to come so bad."
"You're not going to come until I make you come," he commanded in a low voice of husky velvet.
She tried to think of a snarky reply, but his words and that voice only made her eyes roll back in her head.
He gripped around her waist and massaged up the soft plane of her back. Rather than rush her, he kept trailing his fingers up and down her back, loving the way her eyes glazed over when she shuddered. Then he spread her knees around where he knelt between them.
"Your ass is so perfect," he said, digging his fingertips into her flesh and pulling the cheeks apart. There was her hole, a tiny rosebud of pink muscles. As pink as that dress.
"Fuck," Joey whispered.
"This still okay?"
"Yes."
"I promise I'll be gentle, and we won't go any further tonight than you're ready for. Just stay nice and relaxed for me."
He started with tame little touches to Joey's ring of muscle, just stroking it softly with the tip of his finger without pushing in, and he watched the way it made her shiver. She was just so tight and pink and smooth, and Pacey wanted it bad. He thumbed her cheeks apart and held her hips tight in place. He lowered himself to lie on the mattress, and licked a long stripe from her clit, over her pussy, right across her asshole and up all the way to her tailbone. Joey made a cute shocked sound and her whole body tensed up.
"Are you all right, Jo?"
She panted and gulped loud enough for him to hear. "Y-Yes, I just… can't see you, so I just wasn't expecting it, that's all."
"Can I keep going?"
She sighed out a moan. "Yes. Yes, please."
Pacey grinned. Cute and sexy and polite, what a catch.
He dipped his head and licked along the same path again, this time going slower and focusing on teasing the rim of muscles with the pointed tip of his tongue. A real deep moan vibrated out of her chest, and when he latched his mouth right to her hole like a kiss, Joey cursed under her breath. It was music to Pacey's ears and he went to work in earnest.
He scraped his teeth just so, nibbling at the rim, and sucked hard. Thank God she sounded like she was enjoying it, because now that Pacey had started, he could spend all night here. He tightened his hold even more on the soft cheeks of her ass and pushed his tongue in as far as possible.
"Oh, my God, Pacey," Joey keened.
He smirked, pulling back for a second to let her get her bearings again. "Still doing all right?"
"Yes!" she replied, not hesitating a moment to answer.
He leaned across the bed and over to the wooden stand next to them. He picked up the small bottle of lube. The label informed him the lubricant was strawberry-flavored. He shrugged, and then popped the cap open and tipped the bottle to pour a generous amount onto his fingers.
"I'm gonna keep going," he said, closing the bottle. First, he rubbed his wet fingers together to get them slick, warming the liquid, and then coated the seam of her ass. "If you need me to slow down or ease back at any point, I want you to let me know."
"O-Okay."
"Promise me, Joey?"
"I promise."
"All right, then, baby, hold on."
He rubbed his lubricated index finger over the ring of muscles, and this time it was loose and pliant to the touch. His tongue had eased Joey open enough that his finger rocked inside with easy, incremental pushes. He could have moved a little faster if he wanted, but it was too sexy watching the way the tight circle stretched bit by bit around his finger. His cock twitched against the bed, desperate and jealous of his hand. He finally slid his finger in up to the knuckle, and she gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, concerned.
Joey tried to open her eyes to answer him, but they kept rolling to the back of her head. She felt like she needed a damned exorcism. Arousal had built, and the pillow he'd wedged beneath her hips suddenly hit her clit in just the right way. Unable to stop herself, a small orgasm came. She moaned into the mattress, and all the while he kept his finger in her ass. When the orgasm was done, she felt light-headed, but not sated, as though her body knew they weren't done but wasn't sure how to handle the endorphins.
"Well, I guess that answers my question," he chuckled.
He wanted more and dared to pull back to nudge two of his fingertips together, pushing them against the resistance. At first, his fingers slipped inside without any trouble, but as the main girth of his knuckles breached inside, Joey sucked in a shaky breath.
He'd been kind and thoughtful enough to warm the lube in his hand before he'd touched her with it, slicking it down the divide of her ass and smearing it over the sensitized skin around her anus. She still couldn't get over how many nerve endings she had there. Then he'd coaxed one finger into her ass, and now a second. She shut her eyes, trying hard to hide how horny this made her and how uncomfortable yet good it felt. It probably didn't help that she kept making this weird, desperate noise. She sounded ridiculous, but she couldn't stop.
"Joey, either that hurts and you're not saying, or it feels good and you don't want to admit it. Is this too much?"
Her brain felt so fuzzy it took a minute to process the fact that he'd asked her a question. She whimpered, feeling too overwhelmed and shy to tell him to keep going. Instead, she just shook her head.
Pacey leaded forward to lick around her stretched rim. He knew it would help ease any burn from the stretch, and he wanted to keep her as lax as possible. The prominent taste of strawberry flooded his palate, but underneath were the soapy, musky hints of her skin.
Her body eased open from the licking, and Pacey pushed his fingers in the rest of the way. She whined and shifted her legs on the bed, spreading them a little wider as if she was presenting herself for him. She was being so good for him, and he started rocking his hand and curling his fingers downward to stroke her smooth inner walls. He knew he'd found the right spot when Joey choked in a gasp and gave a full-body shiver.
"Mmm, and that would be your G-spot," he murmured huskily.
"Oh God," she groaned. Her body bucked again when Pacey repeated the motion. It was the strangest sensation—bone-melting and nails on a chalkboard at the same time. She wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him or kick him away from her. A strange sensation, dirty, but so fucking hot. It vibrated gently inside her with each stroke of his fingers in her ass.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes," Joey hissed, unable to help herself.
Pacey started pumping his fingers with more determination, trying his damnedest to aim for her G-spot. The wet sound of his fingers sinking in was loud enough to be heard over her harsh panting.
Pacey used his free hand to pull her cheeks apart so he could dip down and lick around his fingers again. Joey whimpered louder and he spread his fingers so he could wiggle his tongue in between them.
"Unnngh. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
God, she sounded desperate and it made Pacey's resolve melt away. It was too easy to imagine what it would feel like if he replaced his fingers with his cock and the thought was driving him crazy. He stopped taking his time and focused solely on bringing Joey to the edge. He rocked his fingers again and again, just a bit harder, to stimulate that sensitive spot inside her.
"Play with your clit, Jo. I want to watch you come."
She glanced back at him, and their gazes locked for a long moment. The heat in his dark blue eyes made her blood sing. Not sure what possessed her, she sucked the tip of her middle finger into her mouth, making a show of it for him. He watched her through lust-hazed eyes, then blinked a few times, the thrust of his hand becoming erratic as she slid her own hand down between her thighs to toy with her clit.
Joey closed her eyes, letting herself concentrate on the feel of his fingers against her G-spot, on the slow slide of her slick fingers against her hypersensitive clit. Another orgasm built, the tension in her pussy moving to her ass, thighs, and belly, spreading downward to her calves and feet, until every part of her body was ready, alert and aware, and desperate for release. One thrust led to the next until she teetered on the very brink. It hovered, tightening in her lower belly. Tighter, tighter, until it fucking hurt.
"That's right, naughty girl," he murmured. "Are you going to come for me?"
Her words made her body burn with lust. She squeezed her eyes shut as she let all of the sensations, the flashes of things he'd done, the anticipation of what he might do later, crowd through her mind. Rubbing hard at her clit, she soared over the edge, her body rippling around him, clutching, as her own shrieking sob rang in her ears. Pleasure throbbed through her. Sightless, ears ringing, pussy pulsing, squeezing. She screamed in pleasure. He finger-fucked her through it, thrusting hard against her G-spot over and over as her orgasm hit. She shook from overstimulation and her tight hole fluttered around his fingers in lingering pulses.
Pacey pulled his fingers out with an easy glide. His cock ached at the sight of Joey's pink rosebud twitching closed again, giving him one last peek at the soft, red insides where he wanted to be buried deep. He reached for the bottle of lube and opened it again to pour more slick between her cheeks, shushing her reassuringly as the cool liquid hit her skin and dripped down into her twitching hole.
Desperately turned on by the sight, Pacey tugged his painfully hard cock with messy fingers. He squeezed the swollen flesh with his slick fingers and even a few pumps of his fist made waves of tingling bliss pool in his stomach. There was no way he would last. He was dying to come and had to do something. And there was no way he'd be able to take his time and go slow and easy for her like he wanted. He mounted himself up so he could rut the hard line of his cock right between her soft cheeks. A sweet moan croaked out of Joey and he took the positive sound as a go-ahead.
He started moving his hips, fucking the warm, slick skin along Joey's seam. His eyes were glued to the way the head of his weeping cock slid over her asshole with every thrust of his hips, rubbing but not pushing past the loosened muscles. Joey held still for him, letting him grip her ass with both hands to massage and squeeze it around his cock.
Joey kept making the hottest little moans as Pacey moved, and he groaned right back, losing himself in the fantastic sensation. It was too easy to imagine sinking his cock inside. Now, without his fingers stretching her open, her ring of pink muscle looked so tiny again compared to the size of his cock every time he slid over it. Fuck, she would be so warm and slick and tight inside.
Pacey's orgasm crashed over him and his cock flexed, swelling as the pleasure hit. The first shot of cum hit Joey's lower back, striping her while she kept moving her hips. He slowed down to rub the head of his cock directly over her asshole, smearing his cum over it and marking it. He couldn't get enough of rutting against her soft skin, even as his cock twitched and slid through the sticky mess.
With Pacey's delicious moans of pleasure in her ears, Joey pushed her hand between her legs again, rubbed at her clit, then wailed in agonized ecstasy as another orgasm flooded through her, him grinding against her ass as she squirmed against her hand.
"Fuck," Joey gasped. Her voice sounded wrecked and blissed out. Her breathing was still heavy, and the stretch of flesh over her back rippled with every breath.
"Fuck, shit, and god damn," Pacey groaned. Joey laughed and let out a slow, deep breath. Her body went lax, all soft and worn out, and he couldn't help but be a jerk and lean down to swipe his fingers over her asshole to wipe off his own release.
She gasped, but it melted into a weak moan when Pacey thrust the tip of his finger inside her a couple more times, just for good measure. He finally decided to take pity and left her sensitive rim to blaze a trail of nips and kisses along her ass cheek, up to her lower back. He found the discs of her spine and kissed his way up, stopping at each one to taste the skin there, before covering her shoulder blades in soft kisses.
"Just a second, sweetheart, and I'll have you cleaned up. Enough, anyway."
"Okay," Joey chuckled.
When he returned from the bathroom, he was diligent yet careful, swiping up the sticky mess with a warm washcloth, especially between her cheeks and over her sensitive anus. Unable to keep it in, Joey made a sound of contentment. Every inch of her was tingling, and she felt exhausted. What she'd just experienced was different than anything she'd experienced before. That hadn't been making love. That had to have been what could only be described as fucking.
She had no idea sex could be so hot and dirty, and yet she didn't feel dirty, or embarrassed or ashamed.
When he was finished, Pacey settled against her side, his arm going around her back, his breaths stirring her hair, and she knew the reason why. Because of this man who loved her.
He tugged her close and buried his face in her hair. "Sorry about that. I got a little carried away. Why didn't you say anything, Jo?"
"I was busy." She laughed. He was watching her avidly, as though he was full of energy and she was gorgeous and fabulous and interesting.
"You're okay?" His lips pressed against hers in a tender kiss.
He tasted like a combination of strawberry and her own musk, but for some reason that didn't disgust her. What this man could do with his mouth! And his fingers! When he broke the kiss, she stretched languidly.
"I think I might've been a little too hard and fast there, at least for the first time," he admitted.
"I'm a hell of a lot better than okay, Pace." She inhaled the masculine scent of him, now mixed with the lingering aftermath of animalistic sex. "As a matter of fact, I'm awesome."
"Yes," he said, grinning. "You are." He kissed her neck, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her belly.
Pacey pulled her into the crook of one of those muscular arms, urging her to pillow her head on his chest. She did, and found one of his sexy nipples right in front of her nose. She flicked it with her tongue, and he shuddered.
"Watch yourself, woman."
"What?" she asked innocently. "They're right in front of my face. You can't blame me for wanting to touch them."
"If you're not careful I won't be able to restrain myself and I'm gonna end up fucking you in the ass."
"That was the least romantic sexual experience I've ever had," she said sweetly.
"Was it really that bad?" he asked, his voice skeptical. "You had a lot of orgasms for a girl who was unhappy with the service."
"Not counting earlier in the coat closet, only three. Maybe about a million mental ones, though."
He spread a big hand over her back, between her shoulder blades, then slid it down her back to her ass, grabbed it appreciatively, then slid it back up again, starting a slow pattern. The high she was on melted into a pleasant buzz, like she'd had a few drinks.
"You're taking this much better than I would have expected for a vanilla girl," he teased.
"It was…" She struggled to find a word that matched how she felt, but couldn't think of anything much more complicated than a syllable. "Fun," she finished lamely.
"Fun?" he asked, sounding like he couldn't decide whether to be surprised, amused, or insulted.
"My brain is out of better words."
Pacey chuckled, and the sound made her toes curl.
She burrowed against him, and he felt more relaxed and content than he could remember being since that night Tamara Jacobs had shown up at the restaurant. Being back in Joey's old bedroom, this familiar cocoon of love and comfort, his mind felt quiet and the tension he hadn't realized his body was carrying had fallen away, at least for the moment. He knew a school board hearing was likely in his near future, but he pushed the anxious thought away.
He only wanted to think about Joey.
"You're okay, though? If you change your mind, and you don't want to do this again, or take it any further, you have to tell me. I've heard that sometimes with non-vanilla sex, people have complicated feelings afterward. If you start feeling uncomfortable or upset or depressed about it, I'd like you to tell me, okay? It's my job to make sure you're all right."
She smiled at his tender protectiveness even though he probably couldn't see it. "For how long? An hour? Two? Five days? What if I call you three years from now and complain that the memory of you fingering me in the ass tonight is making me really need a sandwich?"
A growling laugh erupted from Pacey's chest. He pushed himself upright, and pulled her down to lay her across his lap. Still naked, Joey felt vulnerable and a little ridiculous in this position. He rubbed his hand over her bare bottom, and she buried her face in the sheets, expecting him to spank her. She trembled with anticipation, and when nothing happened, she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"If you're calling me three years from now to tell me to get you a sandwich, I'll assume this wasn't really what you were hoping for?"
"What? Dirty sex on a lumpy bed?" she shot back sarcastically.
He gave her a pointed look, frowning. "Didn't I tell you that your bed was lumpy, Potter?"
"I know, I know. It kills your back."
His eyes narrowed and she stifled a nervous giggle.
"You have a very spankable ass," he remarked, drawing shivery trails over the body part in question. "It's giving me all sorts of bad ideas. Then there's the fact that you seemed to enjoy having me play with you here." He traced down the cleft, brushing over her still hypersensitive asshole and making her squeal. "You took one finger without complaining, and then two. I wonder if you'd like three? After three, who knows? My cock?"
"Suddenly, I'm feeling really tired," she blurted.
His chuckle was ominous. "Maybe I'm not." A stinging slap landed on one of the globes of her ass, and she struggled to get away, knowing all she had to do was say "stop," but she didn't really want him to let her go. In fact, she was starting to become strangely obsessed with his dominance. Obligingly, he held her down with a hand on her lower back.
"Where do you think you're going, Josephine?"
"To the bathroom to take a shower!"
Another swat landed, and she gasped. Having him manhandle and spank her was making her hot all over again. She squirmed in his lap, more than a little aware of the penis pressed against her hip. It probably wouldn't take much for him to get hard again. He rubbed his hand over her stinging skin, soothing it, and just when she thought he'd let her up he smacked her ass again.
"But I don't understand," she whimpered, unable to help it. Each swat he landed made her clit throb harder. "What did I do?"
"I was talking to you about something serious, and you made it into a joke," he said with mild reproof.
Being glib when he'd been telling her something he obviously felt was important hadn't been very nice. The only thing she could blame it on was the endorphins.
"A spanking just seems like a logical consequence."
A logical consequence? Was she a six-year-old? "I don't need to be spanked." She could feel herself impatiently shoving her ass up to meet his next blow even as she protested.
"You keep pretending you're a good girl, Joey." Smack. The sting was delicious and before there'd been much delay, she was already looking for another one. "But deep down, you know that you're a naughty girl. Deep down, you're not so vanilla, are you?"
Oh God. He had to stop talking before his words alone made her come.
Smack.
"I'm a good girl," she mumbled. The words came out even though she tried to keep them in. This conversation was absolutely ridiculous. She needed to get up and tell him this was getting too kinky for her and she was tired of this game, but somehow, she couldn't find the will to move.
"If you're a good girl, prove it." Smack.
"Ow, Pacey!" That spot was getting sore. "Prove it how?"
"Spread your legs."
How could she resist doing it when he was using that husky, sexy voice of his? "Wouldn't that prove I'm a bad girl?"
"Interesting question," Pacey grinned, thoroughly enjoying this teasing game. "Spread your legs."
Hesitantly, Joey did as he asked, then waited eagerly for him to touch her. He didn't, and it felt like torture.
"You have a sexy ass." He cupped one of her cheeks and squeezed, groaning appreciatively.
"I do?" She could feel how it exposed her pussy and asshole to him—could almost feel him staring at everything she owned—but he still didn't touch her there even though she was starting to desperately need him to. Heat spread through her belly to her pussy. Damn, if she wasn't dripping down the side of his leg she'd be surprised.
"Mm-hmm. And you sound like you want me to fuck you."
"You're delusional," she accused.
Finally, his fingers slipped between her thighs, discovering her not-so-disguisable secret.
"That's from before! It's mostly from the lube, I swear," she denied. But she moaned as he pressed one finger into her slick pussy, then a second, and started to manipulate her clit. He continued teasing her until she was mewling and clawing at the sheets under his legs in frustration.
"Oh, sorry," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Should I stop?"
"No," she whispered, squirming to meet the thrust of his fingers. "Please don't stop." This was frustrating, with him seeming so controlled. She could feel his gaze on her, enjoying her reactions, knowing all too well what angle and movements made her cry out in pleasure. Another orgasm was already looming.
"Somehow, that's what I thought you'd say, Jo."
October 7. Early on Sunday morning, Pacey's eyes fluttered open. He had fallen asleep with the sound of Joey's orgasmic moans ringing in his ears. Never had a woman satisfied his every need the way she did. It still blew his mind how her sweet body anticipated his every move and would respond by meeting his every thrust with one of its own. Even now, waking up next to his girlfriend of sixteen months, after making love countless times since that night in the ski lodge, his mind still floated in a pool of euphoria, his body still tingled as if alive for the first time.
He moved toward her, cupping her slender frame in an intimate spoon position, and brushing her shoulders and neck with butterfly kisses. By the time the first rays of morning filtered through her bedroom window, Pacey's body was quickly stirring to life. Joey stirred, and her luscious bottom pushed against his returning erection. Goose bumps prickled her skin. He nuzzled her face, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth, and she melted into the affection, her blood humming pleasantly.
He sighed and planted more kisses on her shoulder blade. Seconds later, he slid his arm around her hips, and then glided his hands up to cup her soft breasts. She had just the right amount: a handful.
She moaned and hiked her ass higher. The little game continued until her light giggles floated on the air. "You're the best alarm clock a girl can have," she whispered.
Pacey smiled into the crook of her neck, and then inhaled her body's musky sweetness. Eyes closed, Joey loved the feel of his hands massaging her breasts and his hard cock sliding between her legs, begging for entrance. If she had her way, they would never leave this bed.
His whisper-soft kisses moved up the column of her neck before he settled on nibbling her earlobe. He rolled and pinched her nipples while he rubbed his erection in the wet proof of her arousal. Within moments, she panted with need. He turned her body slightly to face him. His eyes held a possessive heat. Without breaking her gaze, he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. Soft lips suckled in that persistent rhythm he knew she liked until fire filled every inch of her.
The pressure behind her clit began to build. Damn, she was close, and he wasn't even touching her where she wanted him to the most. His tongue began to flick over her nipple, his steady gaze never leaving hers. She arched as her eyes rolled. Her pussy squeezed, her inner muscles contracting, and the pressure behind her clit burst into a tiny orgasm. She moaned and writhed on the bed. She saw tiny stars behind her eyelids and as she squirmed in his grasp.
He gently moved her to lay again on her side, and he pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulder. As she felt him nudge her legs open, a lazy smile ghosted around her lips as she complied to give him better access. Almost immediately his hand abandoned her breast to dive in between her legs. At the first stroke of his fingertips inside her, Joey's breath rushed from her lungs.
"Ooh," she sighed as his fingers made lazy circles around her swelling clit. In no time, a glorious heat once again began to simmer in the center of her body and then gushed like a California geyser. Stars flashed from behind her closed eyelids.
One.
Two.
Three fingers slid deep into the tight heat of her pussy to find her slick and ready. Joey didn't care whether she looked too wanton or too brazen; she only wanted to satisfy the growing ache pulsing inside her. She rocked her hips against his large, thrusting hand and prayed that he would soon stop his teasing and give her what she really needed.
As his fingers glided in and out of her, her wetness coated his fingers. Pacey wanted it to coat his cock. Then he withdrew his hand for a few torturous seconds as he grasped hold of his erection. Joey was still squirming as he nuzzled her neck, lifted her leg, and entered her. She closed her eyes as he pushed in farther. Slowly. Making her experience every throbbing inch of him. Then he had slid inside her, fully and completely, burying his hard cock deep. So deep.
"Pacey," she sighed as the bliss of his possession overwhelmed her. He felt even deeper like this, as though he was a part of her that she never wanted to lose. The pulse of pleasure radiated out from her core to the sensitized nipples on her breasts.
He paused. She opened her eyes, begging him to move. He waited. She whimpered. Still, he waited. His body was shaking in anticipation of Joey losing herself around him. He pressed into her and moved his hips in small circles. She gasped.
He felt her tighten around his cock as her wetness coated them. Her warmth around his cock felt too good to be rushed. Pulling out, he thrust in again, setting a slow rhythm designed to heighten both their experiences. He rasped out Joey's name each time he withdrew and sank into her.
This was bliss. This was heaven.
Joey moved her hips as he thrust, drawing him in deeper, and Pacey let out a growl. One hand locked with hers, their fingers entwined, the other cupped her breast. She needed him. She turned to look back at him, and then reached for him, pulling his head down to kiss him hungrily. She ran her fingers through his short brown hair, her fingers gripping him as he slid in and out of her.
They danced to a primal age-old rhythm, their instincts expertly honed to each other's wants and needs. His heart thundered from the feel of her body contracting all around him, until one stroke sent her tumbling headlong into an orgasmic storm. His hand crept down to her clit and he squeezed it between thumb and forefinger. Joey almost shot off the bed as she exploded in ecstasy. Tingles and sparks of pure pleasure traveled all over her body.
She clenched around him until he groaned her name and pumped into her so fast and hard, she reached another peak. Pacey buried his face in her hair and cried her name as the blinding pulse of his own climax shattered through him. His strong hands, capable of heart-wrenching tenderness as well as passionate dominance, held her body back against him, and he spilled his seed into her welcoming body.
They cried out at the same time before their bodies curled into each other's—the bed linen clinging to their dewy bodies.
The last thought that drifted through Joey's head before sleep claimed her again was this was the man that she'd waited for all her life. All those years, he had been right in front of her and she never realized. She now saw just how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. In anger and in tenderness, there it was between them, this bond. She believed it was unbreakable.
Pacey Witter was the man of her dreams.
He was selfless to a fault, honest, kind, loving, sexy, passionate, and he held the keys to her heart. He was the one she could spend her whole life with.
He was her soulmate.
Joey felt a soft kiss press against her shoulder and fell back asleep dreaming of a beautiful future together.