Pain, Then Pleasure - P.B
𐃯— Paige Bueckers x Reader
𐃯— After a brutal week of exams, two friends go to the local bar to celebrate. The drinks flow and you can’t ignore the way strangers eyes fall onto Uconn’s golden girl, Paige Bueckers. Jealousy builds in you as the night goes on. All whilst Paige grows drunk and clingy. not being able to keep her hands off you in a way that would blur every line of friendship. When a girl hits on Paige and shattered glass leaves her a bleeding finger, you pull her into a dark corner of the bar protective and possessive instinct tipping into something heated. Her finger wasn’t the only thing you kissed better that night. One drunken kiss turns into another, and before the night is gone, you’re walking Paige back to her dorm where all that tension finally shatters. The glass wasn’t the only thing that shattered that night.
𐃯— Content warnings: drinking. smut. sub!p slight spit kink. semi!public sex. fingering. slight!overstim (p!receiving) exhibitionism. oral (p!receiving). scissoring. slapping. degrading. praise. edging. crying. aftercare.
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The bass from the local bar moved through the sticky floor and up your body, the whole bar vibrating with all of UConn students drunk on finals weekend freedom. Shouts, laughter, and awful singing that was really just yelling mixed with the sharp smell of vodka and spilled beer. Swaying behind you, her arm wrapped around your waist loosely like it was the most natural thing in the world to her, was none other than UConn’s golden girl, Paige Bueckers.
She glowed like she always did tall, slim figure, golden locs, pale skin kissed by the glowy orange lights, her smile pretty and a little tipsy. Her eyes were drunk and sparkling, and you’d both admit you had maybe one too many shots. You hadn’t even wanted to come out tonight. Finals were over, yeah, but your plan was to sit at home in your sweats and perhaps binge the new season of whatever Netflix show Paige had already bullied you into watching. But Paige had other plans. You could still see her leaning against her dorm doorframe earlier, hooking one finger through your belt loop, giving it a sharp, small tug that made your stomach flip.
“C’mon,” she’d whined, leaning in close enough that her breath tickled your face, looking down at you. “You’re not bailing on me. I need my favorite girl out there right by my side tonight,” she muttered.
One look into her pleading eyes with that knowing grin and your resistance had crumbled. And now here you were, swept away into the crowded heat of the bar with her attached to you like a second skin.
Heat pooled in your stomach as her chest brushed your back, her cologne cutting sharp through the mist of sweat and beer. And you hated how easy she made it how a single teasing look could leave your cheeks pink with your pulse jumping.
You tilted your head back toward her over your shoulder, making eye contact, your faces so close. “I can’t believe I let you drag me here,” you mumbled, though your tone held no real bitterness. You toyed with the silver rings around her slim fingers that were grazing the skin on your stomach. Even tipsy, she clung to you like she belonged there.
Paige only grinned, dragging her hands along your exposed tummy, your white crop top doing nothing to shield you from the chill of her rings, which caused you to shiver. She gave your hips a little squeeze, like she was testing how much she could get away with.
“Oh, please. You know damn full and well you’d be bored in your room shoving ice cream down your throat watching that lame ass show.” Her lips brushed your ear as she leaned in over the bass.
“Maybe that’s my type of celebration, and you practically begged me to watch that show!” you huffed.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You love it when I make you come out with me. Don’t lie.”
You could only hum at that, closing your eyes and turning your head back as the alcohol sank heavy and warm into your system. Your hand fell over hers after toying with her jewelry, and you gave her soft hand a light squeeze, and she immediately went still against your back, breath catching. Especially drunk, she was easy to guide, easy to hold, your golden girl who pretended to run the night, yet every single little touch from you made her instantly melt.
Over time at UConn, being around Paige like this had taught you who she truly was. Paige wasn’t always the confident, in control girl the world believed she was. That was the version she gave the public eye. The one who ran the show. But with you, that act slipped. Drunk Paige was the clearest example bratty, whiny, and completely different from the poised girl everyone else saw.
Tonight, she was slipping into that side completely soft, clingy, and almost obedient under your hands. Or so you hoped.
You snapped out of your haze when you felt Paige’s warm hands slowly slide off your skin, leaving goosebumps in their absence.
“Baby, I’m gonna go get me a Dirty Shirley,” she slurred, her voice playful as she slid in front of you. Her cheeks were flushed from heat and alcohol, blonde hair clinging to the side of her neck in soft waves.
“Paige,” you scolded, raising your brows as she turned on her heel away from you. Your voice was low and sharp. Your hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and yanking her body back toward you. “Haven’t you had enough, P? You can barely walk,” you said. Paige definitely was more of a lightweight.
She stumbled into your chest with a soft huff, catching herself with a grip on your waist, and looked down at you with that knowing little pout that always made your stomach churn.
“Pretty please?” she whined, dragging her hands down your arms in a featherlight touch, her fingers automatically intertwining with yours like it was instinct. “Last one. Promise.” She tilted her head, giving you those stupidly cute, big, glassy puppy eyes.
You rolled your eyes, pulse quickening, part irritation, part something warmer that had been simmering all night. She had no idea what she did to you when she got like this—needy and completely at your mercy.
“Fine,” you mumbled, your tone unamused.
Paige’s face lit up, her toothy smile blooming instantly. “Knew you’d say yes,” she teased.
“Yeah? Say that again and you’re not allowed.” You tightened your grip on her hands.
Paige gasped, immediately pleading. “No! I’m sor-”
She gleamed at that, slipping away before you could say another word. You shook your head, watching her every move as she drifted toward the bar. The crowd seemed to part for her like it always did, the orange lights catching on her hair and the curve of her bare shoulder. God, she was wearing your favorite outfit tonight that white top that showed off her toned arms, her pretty abs, her hips under those low rise black pants.
Your eyes stayed locked on her the sway of her hips, the way strangers glanced at her like she was a prize. Your stomach twisted with that familiar, possessive heat. Only you got to look at her like that.
She leaned against the bar for balance, hair spilling over her shoulder, cheeks flushed. You watched her wave the bartender over, flashing that perfect smile as she ordered.
And then, just like always, someone moved in.
A girl slid up beside her, looking just like you, which only infuriated you more. She leaned down, her mouth nearly brushing Paige’s ear, and your jaw clenched. You couldn’t hear a word over the music, but the way her fingers brushed Paige’s shoulder was enough to make heat curl low in your stomach. Paige didn’t move away. If anything, she giggled, tipping her head slightly to listen.
You were already moving through the crowd before the next bass drop hit. Someone muttered when your shoulder bumped theirs, but all you could see was Paige.
Then, before you knew it, her elbow caught the base of a tall glass on the bar. Typical Paige.
The crash was instant shards skittering across the floor. Paige gasped and instinctively crouched, laughing it off as she reached for the pieces like a drunken idiot. “Oops…” Paige mumbled.
“Paige!” you snapped, shoving through the crowd. She froze halfway to the floor but still reached for a shard.
Too late. She hissed, jerking her hand back with a whimper, a thin line of red blooming across her fingertip. Her big, glassy eyes shot up to yours, soft and startled.
The girl beside her reached out. “I can-”
“I’ve got it,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. You’d never be so rude, but alcohol just brought out a different you.
“…Ow,” Paige whimpered, oblivious to the tension, holding her hand out to you like you could fix everything. Her lip trembled, her eyes glossy, and all the noise of the bar faded under the rush of possessive heat in your chest.
You crouched down, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling her up. She leaned into you, mumbling incoherently as you guided her away from the glass and through the many bodies, ignoring the stares.
You let your hold fall down to gripping her wrist, dragging her toward the back. Her steps were uneven, a soft stumble every few seconds, and each time she tripped, she let out a little whine that went straight to your chest.
“Slow down…” she slurred.
“You can keep up,” you said sharply, glancing back. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and the moment your eyes met, she ducked her head, bashful despite the alcohol.
You found a shadowed corner near the back, half hidden by a jukebox and some old posters. Pressing her back against the wall earned a little yelp to leave her lips. You released her wrist only to catch her chin, tilting her face to yours, seeing her eyes wide and confused.
“Look at me,” you said softly.
She obeyed instantly, big glassy eyes locking onto yours. Her lip caught between her teeth like she didn’t know what to do with herself.
“You’ve been driving me insane all night, you know that?” you murmured, the alcohol giving you every ounce of confidence. “Clinging on me, whining for drinks, letting everyone eye fuck you like you’re theirs. Leaning into that girl when you know who you belong to.”
Paige shook her head quickly, hair brushing your chin. “No,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “I’m yours.” If only you knew Paige had orchestrated this entire night for this exact moment.
A low hum of satisfaction curled in your chest. Your hands slid to her waist. She melted, almost begging, her hips subtly leaning into you.
“That’s right, baby. Look how smart you are.”
You pressed into her, pinning her lightly against the wall. Her fingers clutched your shoulders, a needy whimper spilling from her lips. Her mouth opened like she wanted to speak, then shut again, eyes hazy with want.
“Nuh uh,” you murmured, grip tightening. “Spit it out. What is it? Use your words,” you said slowly.
She squirmed under your gaze, chest rising and falling. When she finally spoke, it was a whisper, raw and desperate.
That snapped something deep inside you.
Your hand grabbed the side of her face, your other hand yanking her hips, pushing her flush against you. You crashed your lips to hers, heated and hungry. Paige gasped, kissing you back, fingers tangling in your hair and tugging.
The kiss turned messy, teeth and all, until a soft whimper from her throat made you suddenly slow, savoring her. Tasting her. Your hands stayed firm on her, keeping her where you wanted, and she followed your lead without hesitation.
Paige’s lips parted, a soft sigh slipping past her lips. You didn’t waste the invitation, tongue brushing hers slow and deliberate. Paige tasted of strawberry chapstick, Dirty Shirley, and something purely her enough to make you throb.
She melted, pinned to the wall, her hands digging into your waist, then your hair, tugging until you groaned. You deepened the kiss, claiming every shuddering, soft sound she made.
When you pulled back, a slick string of spit connected your lips. Paige’s eyes were glazed, chest heaving like you’d stolen her air.
“Y/n…” she whispered. “You-”
You couldn’t contain yourself and swallowed her words with another rough kiss, your tongue sliding against hers. A muffled whine left her throat, her hips pressing closer instinctively.
“Gonna let me claim you in a room full of people?” you murmured, pulling away just barely.
Paige nodded eagerly, breathless.
“Words, baby,” you said, patting her thigh, stern enough to make her shiver. “Beg.”
Her voice was ragged, whiny. “Please. Please, please, pretty fucking please claim me,” Paige said without hesitation.
A slow, dangerous smile curved your lips. “Oh, you sweet thing,” you murmured, brushing her bottom lip. “If only you knew what you just got yourself into.”
Your lips met hers again, slower this time, then trailed to the corner of her mouth, dragging softly along her jaw and down to her neck. She whimpered, tipping her head back.
Your teeth sank into her skin just enough to make her yelp, and the sound went straight to your core. You soothed the bite with your tongue, then sucked hard enough to make her eyes roll back.
Her hands fisted in your shirt, knees wobbling.
She nodded weakly with a tiny whimper.
You turned your head, locking eyes with the girl hitting on Paige earlier. You knew she was there. She froze, caught. Without looking away, you reached for Paige’s jeans, fingers fiddling with her buttons.
The zipper sounded deafening. Your gaze returned to Paige’s flushed face. “This okay, sweet girl?”
“Yes.. please,” she begged. A slow smile spread across your lips as your eyes trailed down her body. Your fingertips brushed her stomach, barely there, making her tremble. When you reached the band of her boxers, you tugged lightly, then let the elastic snap back against her skin. She jolted with a shuddering gasp.
Your hands slipped lower, sliding into her boxers, and you couldn’t hold back your own sharp breath. “Oh, fuck…” you murmured, already drunk on her pussy. “Is this all for me?”
Paige whimpered, her head tipping back. You let two fingers glide between her folds, savoring every slick curve until you found her clit and circled it just right. Her soft moan sent a pulse through your body as her brows knit together, desperate eyes meeting yours. Paige began to rock her hips against your fingers, desperate and needy, making a deep chuckle slip from your throat. Man, who would’ve thought Paige Bueckers, the girl who could command any room, make every head turn with a single smirk, would be here… whimpering, begging, riding your fingers like she couldn’t get enough?
You exhaled a soft sigh of pleasure just from watching her come undone. “Such a needy little thing, huh?” you murmured, your voice low and taunting.
When you pulled away from her clit, she let out a frustrated puff of air. You only tsked softly before letting your fingers slide lower, pushing inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. The tight heat of her walls made you moan under your breath as her body instinctively clenched around you. Warm slickness coated your fingers, gushing against your knuckles with every movement.
You glanced up and took her in. Her eyes fluttered shut, her teeth catching her lip in a desperate attempt to keep quiet.
“None of that,” you said sharply, your free hand grabbing her jaw and tilting her head down until her eyes snapped open to meet yours. “I want to hear you… and so does she.”
Your head tilted toward the crowd. Sure enough, the girl was still watching, frozen and wide eyed. Paige followed your gaze, her head turning, and when her eyes locked with the girl’s, her breath caught, her pupils blown wide.
That was when you drove your fingers into her harder, faster an unrelenting rhythm that had her gasping. Her head fell back with a sharp, helpless moan.
“B-baby, please…” she managed to whimper, mouth falling open as she chased the feeling.
You quickened your pace, watching the way she started to crack, her hips rolling down to meet every thrust. Paige’s walls clenched greedily around your fingers, and the sound of your breath hitched, the wet drag of her pussy only spurring you on.
“That’s it,” you murmured, utterly transfixed by the sight of her losing control and herself.
Just as you felt her on the edge, you grabbed her jaw again and turned her face toward the girl. Paige’s eyes widened, gasping at the sudden force.
She couldn’t finish. Her words replaced with a high, broken moan as your thumb found her clit, circling it with merciless precision.
“Cum for me, Paige,” you growled, your voice thick with nothing but command. “Let her watch you fall apart.”
Paige’s hips snapped, rolling against your fingers desperately. “Oh, fuck!” she cried, eyes locked on the girl as you worked her over. Her lip was caught so tight between her teeth you almost thought it would bleed.
And then she broke her body shuddering, riding her high, walls fluttering around your fingers. You felt her pussy gush, making you moan.
“There you go. Such a good girl for me.”
The girl in the crowd looked flushed, her cheeks blooming pink as her eyes darted away. You caught the subtle bob of her throat as she swallowed hard, and a satisfied smirk tugged at your lips.
“So good for me,” you purred.
When you turned back to Paige, the sight nearly made your chest ache with pride. She was completely wrecked hair messy, lips swollen, her chest rising and falling in uneven short breaths. Her pupils were blown wide, and that lazy, fucked out grin on her face was proof she was all yours.
Paige hummed weakly at your praise, and you couldn’t resist a low chuckle as your fingers began to circle her clit in a slow, deliberate tease. She jolted and let out a soft, broken whine, both hands flying to your wrist in a feeble attempt to stop you.
“No?” you asked, tilting your head, your tone dripping with mocking sweetness. “I thought this is what you wanted, baby.”
“S’… too much… please.” she whimpered, her grip tightening around your wrist, her thighs trembling from oversensitivity.
You let her suffer for just a moment longer before easing your fingers out of her, savoring the way her body sighed at the sudden emptiness. Your fingers trailed along her slick folds one last time, committing every curve and texture to memory before sliding free.
A low hum of satisfaction left you as you admired your hand your fingers glistening, coated in her sweet release. A grin spread across your face as you lifted them toward her lips, tapping lightly against her mouth.
“Open,” you commanded, your voice leaving no room for question.
Paige obeyed without hesitation, lips parting as a soft, needy sound escaped her. You dragged your coated fingers slowly across her tongue, and her eyes fluttered shut as she tasted herself, sucking gently, hollowing her cheeks.
The sight had your stomach tightening with a surge of heat. Without warning, you pushed your fingers deeper, pressing past her tongue until you felt the brief choke of her throat around them. Paige gagged softly, her eyes snapping open, glassy and submissive, as drool slicked her lip.
The sight alone could’ve undone you. Well, it almost did.
Your fingers slid out her mouth with a pop, it almost looking like she leaned forward wanting more. “Don’t worry, my girl. Wait til I get you home,” you mumbled, lightly patting her cheek. You leaned in and pressed a slow, tender kiss to the side of her neck, inhaling deeply. Her scent hit you instantly sweet cologne, and the faint tang of alcohol and sugar clinging to her skin. A sigh slipped from your lips as you let yourself savor her for just a heartbeat, your nose brushing along her jaw.
Paige’s fingers twitching like she wanted to grab you again. Instead, you reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers slowly, deliberately, letting your thumb trace circles against her knuckles. She followed without hesitation, her steps clumsy but eager as you tugged her gently toward the back exit.
“Let’s go,” you said softly, your tone leaving no room for argument.
The two of you stumbled out into the cool night, the noise of the bar fading away behind the slam of the heavy door. Paige pressed herself into your side, as you led her through the quiet empty streets. Her hands never left you, fingers brushing your hip, tracing the waistband of your jeans, occasionally sneaking up under your top for warmth or maybe just for you.
You couldn’t even remember every step of the walk; the world had narrowed down to her touches, her soft giggles, the heat of her body pressed against yours. Every time she moved into you, that same familiar fire sparking lower in your chest each time.
By the time you reached her dorm, Paige was practically draped across you, her lips brushing the skin on your shoulder as she fished for her keys. She handed them over with a little huff, her pout so adorable it made you want to ruin her all over again. Which you were, to be clear.
The moment the door clicked open, instinct took over. You pushed her inside, kicking the door shut with your heel, the sound echoing in the small dorm room. Paige barely had a second to gasp before her back hit the wood, your hand sliding up to cradle her jaw as your lips crashed onto hers.
She let out a soft, needy moan into your mouth, her fingers flying to your waist like she couldn’t hold on tight enough, tugging you to her. The kiss was messy, heated, all teeth and tongue and the faint taste of strawberry and sugar on her lips. Her body arched into yours desperately. You forced yourself to pull away as you both kicked your shoes off. You dragged her into her room, pushing her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, straddling her. Her lazy smile deepened as her hands slid to your hips, fingertips tracing little circles into your skin. You let your palms sprawl across her warm stomach, leaning down to press slow, teasing kisses along her jaw.
“Too damn pretty for your own good,” you murmured against her skin, the words buzzing against her neck.
Your fingers found the hem of her top, playing with it for a moment, and you glanced up, silently asking for permission. She gave a small nod, her eyes hazy and trusting. You peeled her top upward, letting your knuckles skim her soft skin, and she lifted her arms to help. The shirt was tossed somewhere behind you, forgotten.
You froze for just a second to admire her. Paige in a fitted black Nike sports bra, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. A grin tugged at your lips before you leaned down, kissing down her neck, her collarbone, and every inch of her chest, savoring the way she squirmed beneath the attention.
“Paige,” you whispered, looking up at her through your lashes.
She hummed in response, already breathless.
“Can I?” you asked, snapping the band of her sports bra lightly against her skin.
Her soft whimper was followed by a meek, “Yes.”
You grinned as you slowly peeled the bra up, shimmying her out of it. The moment the fabric left her body, your smile shifted into something darker, your eyes locked on her exposed chest. Her nipples hardened under the cool air, and your voice dropped to a low murmur.
Your hands rose instinctively, cupping her breasts and kneading them slowly, your thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. Paige’s breath hitched, and she let out a soft whine, her body writhing under your touch.
“Want… your mouth,” she mumbled, twirling a loose strand of your hair between her fingers.
You lifted a brow, pausing just long enough to make her squirm.
“Please,” she added, a desperate little whisper.
“There she is,” you teased, your voice like velvet.
You dipped down, wrapping your lips around one of her nipples, your tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while your free hand teased the other. Her fingers immediately buried in your hair, gripping tight as a shaky moan left her lips. She arched into your mouth, her back bowing slightly, seeking more.
You pulled back with a soft pop, letting your lips trace a wet, lazy path across her chest to the other breast. Your mouth closed over her other nipple, tongue swirling as you sucked gently. Paige’s fingers stayed tangled in your hair, holding you there like she never wanted you to leave.
Her soft sounds filled the room, and you could feel her thighs squeeze together beneath you as you worked her over, every flick of your tongue making her tremble. After a minute, you let your lips leave her breast, now kissing down her stomach, your tongue slowly dragging across her skin. Paige’s grip on your hair finally loosened, her arms falling above her head, fingers curling into the sheets as she let out a soft sigh. She was completely at your mercy now.
You pressed a lingering kiss just above the button of her jeans, looking up through your lashes. Her chest rose and fell quickly, and all she could do was nod, desperate and pliant under your gaze.
You didn’t waste another second. Your fingers popped the button, dragging the zipper down slowly, savoring the way her body squirmed in anticipation. You peeled the denim down her legs, letting your fingertips trail against her skin, and tossed the jeans somewhere behind you.
A satisfied hum slipped from your throat at the sight of her now, left only in a pair of snug black boxers that did nothing to hide the heat between her thighs.
“God…” you murmured, your voice low and warm, “look at you.”
You knelt between her legs, slowly parting them, and your own thighs pressed together instinctively at the sight of her. Paige shifted under your gaze, a blush blooming into her cheeks, with the neediness in her eyes.
“Look so pretty for me, angel,” you whispered, letting the reassurance sink in.
You bent down, letting your lips ghost along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, leaving a soft trail of kisses that grew slower, more deliberate, the closer you got to where she wanted you. A playful nibble made her twitch, and her soft, frustrated whine filled the air.
Before she could beg, your palm landed in a firm slap on the inside of her thigh, making her jolt.
“Patience,” you murmured, your voice firm but gentle, and she instantly went quiet.
Finally, you were level with her clothed cunt, her boxers damp with arousal. You pressed a feather light kiss against the wet fabric, and Paige let out a sharp little breath. Your nose brushed against her clit as you inhaled her scent, groaning softly into the fabric.
She couldn’t take it, her fingers tangled in your hair, pushing your head forward, trying to pull you closer.
You pulled back immediately, delivering a slap to her covered pussy.
Paige gasped, eyes wide, a blush creeping down to her neck.
“Uh-uh,” you warned softly, a smirk curling your lips.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you hooked your fingers into her waistband and dragged her boxers down her thighs. She instinctively snapped her legs closed, heat radiating from her core.
“Hey…” you cooed, voice reassuring and soft as your hands slid along her thighs, “don’t be shy. It’s just me.”
After a moment’s hesitation, her legs fell open again.
The sight stole your breath. Her slick folds glistened in the low light, her arousal pooling onto her inner thighs. A groan slipped out before you could stop it, your head tipping forward for a second as if the sight alone could knock you out.
“Fuck… Paige,” you muttered, eyes roaming over her body before meeting her gaze. “So fucking beautiful. How could you hide this from me all this time?”
She squirmed, blushing even harder under your dark stare.
You couldn’t tease her anymore. Not when your own desire coiled tight within you. You leaned down, lips brushing her soaked pussy in the faintest kiss. Her legs immediately spread wider, a wordless invitation, and your hands slipped under her knees to keep her open for you.
Your first slow lick traced every curve of her pussy, tasting her fully, and your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned against her. Paige sighed, her hips jerking with a stutter, already falling apart under your first touch.
When your lips wrapped around her clit, sucking softly, the sound that tore from her chest was almost sinful. She gripped the sheets, knuckles white, her moans filling the room. You hollowed your cheeks, letting your tongue flick and swirl before lapping at her wetter, messier, each movement dragging a louder sound from her.
The wet sounds of her pussy and of your mouth on her and your own muffled groans filled the room, mixing with the soft creak of the bed as Paige’s hips trembled beneath you. You let your tongue trail lower, teasing the entrance of her slick heat, and she whined your name, thighs quivering.
Her voice broke into little incoherent sounds, her whole body shivering with pleasure. She was already gone.
You shook your head against her pussy, tongue working faster, greedier, desperate to taste every drop of her as she came undone. You let your tongue find her clit again, and you watched as Paige began to lose control of her body, her hips rocking, legs shaking, a moaning mess.
“Gonna- gonna cum! Please!” Paige begged, her voice breaking as her body trembled and arched under your mouth.
And really, who the hell were you to deny an angel like this the release she craved?
“Give it to me,” you mumbled against her soaked pussy, tongue working her relentlessly. “Be the good girl I know you can be…”
Paige’s fingers twisted tight in the sheets, knuckles white, and her hips snapped up with a loud, desperate cry of your name. Her release hit hard, hot and messy against your tongue as she gushed, and you swore you felt your eyes roll back, greedily lapping up every drop she had to give you.
She rode out the waves of her orgasm, hips jerking as her legs shook around your head. But the pleasure quickly became too much, her soft whines and shaky hands tried to push you away.
“I know, baby… I know,” you murmured, but your mouth lingered, savoring her, needing to taste her completely before you finally pulled back.
You kissed her throbbing, sensitive pussy softly, one last farewell, then dragged yourself up her body, chin and lips glistening with her cum.
The sight of her nearly undid you. Paige sprawled out beneath you, hair messy against the pillow, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed with bliss. Her legs were still trembling, and her pussy glistened, dripping with the evidence of her release.
You were soaked yourself, just from watching her come apart for you.
Sliding up to straddle her waist, you fisted a hand gently in the back of her hair, tilting her face up toward you. “Need you to see how sweet you taste,” you whispered, your voice low and warm.
Your lips claimed hers in a slow, deep kiss. Paige moaned into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue, her hands finding your thighs as if she needed to hold onto something solid.
“Think you got another one in you?” you murmured against her lips, teasing.
Paige shook her head weakly, a soft whine escaping her as she tried to clamp her legs together.
“I think you do,” you said with a knowing smirk, watching her body betray her even in its sensitivity.
Her head shook again on the pillow, her lips pouting in protest.
“Please, baby? I wanna cum too…” you whispered, leaning down close to her ear. Your breath was hot against her skin as you brushed a stray strand of hair back and pressed a kiss under her jaw. “Need to feel my pussy against yours…”
Paige’s breath hitched hard, and her fingers fisted into your shirt, tugging insistently.
“Go ahead,” you murmured, giving her permission.
She wasted no time your top was stripped off in an instant, and her shaky hands went straight for your bra clasp. Her eyes flicked up to yours, that little spark of asking still there, even wrecked and needy.
“May I?” she asked, voice soft and reverent.
“Since you asked so nicely…” you said, smoothing your palm over the top of her head.
Her tongue peeked out at the corner of her mouth as she focused, and you couldn’t help but smile down at her. The clasp popped open, and your bra slid off your body, leaving you completely bare above her.
Paige gasped, her eyes darting from your breasts up to your face, awe and hunger swirling together. Her hands instinctively gripped your hips tighter, holding you like she might never let go.
Then, in a sudden rush, she grabbed your face and smashed her lips against yours, kissing you with a desperate passion, like if she stopped for even a second, you might disappear. Her mouth moved against yours, teeth clashing softly as her hands slid down your body, fumbling with the button of your jeans.
You let her take some control, shivering at the feeling of her fingers brushing against your stomach. The two of you worked in sync, hurried and impatient, until your pants were gone and you were left in nothing but your panties.
Paige let out a soft, needy moan at the sight of you, her hand immediately cupping your clothed cunt. Her lip caught between her teeth as she felt just how soaked you were.
A smirk played at your lips before you slipped off of her, plopping down beside her on the bed. Paige turned her head toward you, confused, until you patted your stomach.
“C’mon, baby. You didn’t think I was gonna miss the chance to watch you ride my pussy, did you?”
Paige whimpered, that submissive haze washing over her again as she crawled on top of you. You peeled off your panties, baring yourself completely to her. Paige’s mouth dropped as she took in your naked figure, eyes drinking in every curve.
You gave your hips a teasing little thrust to snap her out of her daze. Slowly, you opened your legs for her, your glistening pussy catching the soft light. Paige’s eyes went wide, and she reached out with trembling fingers to touch you.
You smacked her hand gently.
“Nuh-uh,” you chided softly. “This is about you.”
She gulped, uncertainty flickering across her face, but you only smiled and reached for her hips.
“Sweet girl, it’s okay. Just open your legs for me.”
Paige obeyed, leaning down until her legs were spread wide over you. The first brush of your soaked pussies together made both of you whine, your hips jerking instinctively at the delicious friction.
It was too much for Paige; she was already lost. Her hips began to rock almost immediately, desperate and messy. You threw your head back, your back arching off the bed as the sensation rolled through you. Your hands clamped down on her hips, guiding her movements, helping her find the perfect rhythm.
Paige’s hands slid up to toy with her own nipples, her back arching, her eyes locked on your face the entire time. You moaned her name, chest heaving, watching her ride your pussy with a hunger you’d been holding back all night.
“My best girl,” you breathed, voice breaking.
You could tell Paige wasn’t going to last, and honestly, neither were you. The slow burn of edging yourself all night just from watching her unravel had left you trembling under her.
“M’ not gonna last,” she cried, her voice high and broken, falling forward to brace herself with her hands on either side of your head. Her hair spilled forward around your face, soft and warm.
“I know, Paige,” you whispered, gripping her hips tighter. “Need you to cum with me.”
She whimpered, her hips stuttering as her clit rubbed perfectly against yours.
“Please, please, can’t hold it,” she cried, and that was when you felt it a warm tear falling onto your chest. Your breath caught in your throat.
Oh, fuck. She was crying. Pleasurable tears.
The sight sent you over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum, come on, baby, cum with me,” you urged, rocking her hips faster, chasing the high together.
Paige’s whole body shook as she broke apart, a loud, shattering cry of your name tearing from her throat. Her orgasm hit so hard she sobbed through it, and her words tumbled out without thought.
“Fuck. I love you,” she gasped, voice breaking.
The raw confession stole your breath. You gasped, staring up at her as your own orgasm crashed into you, your body clenching and shaking beneath her, riding the waves of pleasure until neither of you could move.
The room was filled with the sound of your shuddering breaths, wet skin, and the fading echoes of your moans. Paige finally collapsed against you, her chest pressed to yours, her breath warm and uneven against your ear.
“Holy fuck,” you mumbled, still trembling, feeling your own slick drip against her.
Paige sniffled softly, and your instincts kicked in immediately. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tight, your nails lightly scratching her back.
“Did so good for me,” you whispered against her temple, kissing the side of her head. “M’ so proud of you, my perfect girl.”
She stayed quiet for a long moment, just catching her breath, lazily kissing your neck between soft sniffles.
You finally pulled her up enough to see her face.
“Look at me,” you whispered, voice soft but firm.
Her bleary eyes met yours. “Hi…” she mumbled, shy now, cheeks pink.
Your lips curled into a small, warm smile. “Hi, pretty baby.”
“Legs hurt,” she whined softly, her voice rasping.
“I know,” you said, brushing your thumb along her cheek. “How’s a bubble bath sound?”
Her lips curved into a sleepy smile at that.
She pushed herself up, still straddling your waist, and glanced down between your bodies. Her thumb grazed your dripping cunt, and she popped it into her mouth with a soft moan at your taste.
You watched her with a fond smile, until you caught sight of her finger a thin red line across it.
The memory of the shattered glass from earlier came rushing back. You had been so worried about claiming Paige back, you had forgotten about her little cut. Your heart skipped.
“Oh, my poor baby… how could I forget?” you gasped, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her thumb from her mouth. Paige blinked in surprise, eyes wide.
You peppered soft kisses over her cut finger, murmuring against her skin.
Paige let out a soft hum at the attention.
“Let’s go fix my girl up,” you whispered, kissing her knuckle once more. “Need to kiss you all better.”
And this time, Paige only smiled shyly, letting you guide her off the bed, still trembling but safe in your arms. You led Paige carefully into the bathroom, her legs still slightly shaky. Sitting her down gently on the closed toilet lid, you turned to the tub, twisting the handles until warm water filled the bath. The soft hiss of the faucet and the rising steam filled the quiet room. You poured in the bubbles, watching them bloom and swell across the surface, the faint scent of vanilla and honey filling the air.
Once the bath was ready, you crouched down in front of her. She looked adorably drowsy, her hair messy around her flushed face. You took her injured hand, bringing her finger to your lips for a gentle kiss before leaning up to press another against her cheek. Paige gave you a sleepy smile, her eyes soft and full of trust.
You stood to grab the small first-aid kit from the cabinet above the mirror. Pulling out a single bandaid, you crouched down again, wrapping it carefully around her cut finger. Then you kissed the bandaged fingertip, letting your lips linger for a second.
“All better,” you said softly.
“Thank you…” Paige whispered, her voice heavy with exhaustion, almost like a child being tucked in after a long day.
You smiled, threading your fingers through hers as you stood. “C’mon, pretty girl.”
Guiding her carefully, you helped Paige step into the warm bath. She let out a soft sigh as the heat wrapped around her, bubbles clinging to her skin. Once she settled in, you slipped in behind her, the water lapping gently at your waist as you pulled her back against your chest.
A content hum left your throat as you felt her warm, soft skin against yours. Her head leaned back against your shoulder, and you let your hands wander lazily, cupping bubbles to wash over her body in slow, tender motions. Your lips brushed her shoulder in a gentle kiss, then trailed to the side of her neck.
Paige exhaled a soft, content sigh, melting against you completely, her muscles finally relaxing after the intensity of the night. The soft splashes of water and the faint smell of vanilla bubbles were the only sounds for a moment, peaceful and warm. Paige held onto your legs.
Breaking the quiet, you murmured against her damp skin, “For the record… I love you more.”
