The day of the homecoming game, Lacey woke up early to utilize the studio time she booked for herself. She had four hours to work on the composition piece that was due on Monday.
Painting takes time, emotion, energy. Even though it was an assignment, Lacey knew she had to feel what she was creating or she wouldn't turn it in. The pressure was immeasurable for her. Four hours would not be enough.
Lacey promised Danny she would go to his big home game that afternoon, the added pressure sending her into an emotional tailspin. Three hours in, Lacey had actually made progress.
"Holy shit, you did that?"
Lacey spun around to see Danny perched on a stool just inside the studio doors.
"Danny! Oh my gosh, I'm a mess. Hi." Lacey wiped her hands on her paint shirt and tried to adjust her ponytail.
Danny hopped off the stool and walked right up to her, cradling her face, "You're beautiful." He beamed at her.
Danny kissed her, sliding his hands down low on her hips, holding her close.
"I didn't expect to see you until later—" Lacey pulled back first.
Danny's hands went for the buttons on her shirt, nimble fingers working before her shocked brain could offer an objection.
"Danny—"
Danny put his finger against her lips, "Shhh—" He kissed her again, long and deep, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to fuck you now." He breathed out in her ear, biting it's ridge softly.
"Here?"
"Right here, right now."
Lacey's whole body exploded with desire, her core tingling. She couldn't form words, only whimpered back into his neck. He giggled back. His hand trailed down the outside of the front of her jeans, rubbing between her legs firmly.
"Trust me?"
Lacey nodded, face still buried in his neck.
"Say more words, please?"
"I trust you." She panted.
Danny's fingers unfastened the button on her jeans, unzipping and tugging them down her thighs, panties and all. He spun her around and bent her over the table holding her supplies.
He massaged her back lovingly, encouraging Lacey to relax her bare chest against the cold table. Her nipples pebbled up into rock hard peaks, the contrast of her heated flesh and the cold plastic making her ache.
Danny pulled his own pants down and threaded his cock inside a condom before pushing himself inside of her. Lacey knew what was coming, but still wasn't prepared. Her arms lurched out around her, grabbing the edges of the table for dear life.
Danny scrubbed his hands down the length of her back, massaging it and grabbing her hips, trapping her beneath him as he thrust himself forward over and over. Danny kissed her neck, her back.
She bucked her hips backward, showing him how bad she wanted it, craving the feeling of his body slapping against her.
"Deeper?" He growled.
Lacey only nodded, so Danny slowed, kept himself shallow. Lacey whined.
"Tell me."
"Deeper, please—"
Danny picked up the pace, pounding into her as she slammed herself backward. The squeak of the table and the slosh of their wetness the only counter to their grunts.
Danny reached around Lacey's body and pressed his fingers against her clit, rubbing in smooth, firm circles. She came almost immediately after the added sensation.
Danny's hips held her tight against the table, her only option was to face the orgasm and let it wash over her. Danny was right by her side, coaxing her through it.
"Let it out—"
Lacey turned so she could see him. She couldn't speak, eyes narrow, mouth open. Danny came shortly after, his eyes locked on hers, silently showing her that she was the one who got him there.
He scraped her off the table and pulled her backward against his chest, holding her tightly.
"Thank you." He held onto her for a few moments before lovingly redressing her.
"Is this what it's like when you need something?" Lacey smiled, still feeling the aftershocks of Danny's wonderful performance.
"Sometimes." He grinned, righting the paint containers that had toppled over in their haste, "Wasn't everything I was looking for though—"
"Oh—"
Lacey couldn't help feeling suddenly inadequate, a feeling that she just now realized that Danny had never made her feel before. For someone as experienced as Danny, it had never even crossed her mind that maybe Danny had better. She began fidgeting with a random brush.
Danny knew where her mind would go. He slid himself up onto the table and leveled her a stare that could make her come again just by looking at him. Damn him.
"The sex was great by the way." Danny licked his lips, "I just want it to be good enough to get you saying something. Screaming, preferably."
Lacey realized that it was Danny that was expressing some insecurity, not the other way around. She was learning that he liked to know if he was satisfying his partners, he craved that reciprocation.
"It's good enough."
"Yeah?"
Lacey nodded, "I'll work on it."
"Okay, thanks." He smiled to himself and looked down.
"Can I ask, how many others have you been with since you've met me?"
"That doesn't matter." Danny hopped off the table and up to her again, kissing her quickly and resting his hands around her lower back.
"I'm just curious."
Lacey expected that hearing the number from Danny would send her anxiety off of a cliff. Danny could sense her unease.
"It doesn't matter." Danny answered again.
"When was the last time?"
"Are you sure you want to keep asking these questions? You know I'm not going to sugar coat the answers, Lace."
"I just—I don't know if I can do this."
His grip didn't falter, "You just did." Danny's face drew closer, lips ghosting hers, "Tell me how you feel right now." Danny sucked on her neck.
"Mmm, honestly so good."
Lacey's head lolled to the side as his kissing progressed down to her collarbone and back up behind her ear.
"That's all you should be thinking about."
"You make it sound so simple." Lacey said softly.
Danny blindly buttoned up the front of Lacey's shirt, eyes fixed on hers. He leaned forward and pushed a kiss onto the tip of her nose before moving to kiss her forehead.
"It is. I'll see you at the game?"
"Yes, I'll be there."