Spencer
My alarm vibrates on my nightstand, so I grab my phone and stop it before Paige wakes up. We’ve taken to spending the night at my place the past couple of weeks, since my bed’s bigger. I’d like to say I’m one of those guys who doesn’t care where he's sleeping or how cramped it is, as long as he’s next to his girl. But, I’m not. I’m one of those guys who can barely fit on a twin bed by himself, so here we are.
It’s the ass crack of dawn, but I like the early hour. I can clear my head, get in some time at the gym, or even a little conditioning on the ice, depending on the day. I should get up and get moving, but I take a minute to look at Paige. Sure, she’s stunning when she’s all dolled up—the face, the lashes, the hair and makeup. But she’s just as beautiful—hell, more so— like this: bare face, tangled hair, and wrapped up in nothing but my blankets.
It’s tempting to kiss her, but I let her sleep. It’s barely 5 a.m., and we were up late. I carefully peel myself away from the bed and step toward my dresser to grab some sweatpants.
But Westley must hear me, because he scuttles around his terrarium, anxious for food. Leopard geckos, it turns out, are most active at dawn and dusk. So, I shuffle over and feed him some mealworms. And then, I wash my hands with the big-ass bottle of sanitizer Paige bought for me. She crossed out the brand name, and wrote ANTI-WORM-AND-CRICKET-GEL.
I go to replace the lid of his cage, but I must’ve used too much sanitizer, because the frame slips and crashes to the desk before I can reach it. Jesus. So much for those cat-like reflexes.
“Fuck,” I whisper-yell, as I right the lid. Westley looks up at me accusingly. “I know, buddy, I’ll let her know it wasn’t your fault.”
“Oh my god, that gecko is overly sensitive. And passive-aggressive.”
I turn to the bed to see Paige, all sleepy and rumply and sexy, lying against the pillows.
“We did not mean to wake you,” I’m still whispering.
“I gathered that from your little heart-to-heart. But I am awake.” To punctuate this, she stretches, her arms reaching toward the ceiling, her neck turning toward the door, and her breasts on full fucking display.
So much for leaving the house without a hard-on.
And since I still haven’t put on my sweats, I’m on full display, too.
“When do you need to be at the gym?”
I check my watch. “Twenty minutes,” I say as I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself behind her as she faces the window. We’re both lying down, her back to my front, and I reach around to draw lazy circles on her belly with my fingers. I may be crunched for time, but I’m not rushing her. I cradle her head with my right arm and pepper kisses along her neck. She arches into my touch, grabbing onto my hand in an attempt to pull it lower, to her center.
“You in a hurry?” I ask.
“No, but you are, and I want—”
“I’m not fast-tracking this. And I know exactly what you want, what you need, and how to give it to you.” My voice is low because I just woke up, but I know she loves it when I’m grumbly.
I move my hand lower, grazing over the soft, trimmed mound of hair at her center, and she gasps at even this light contact.
“Is that good?” I tease. I fucking tease her because it’s fun and I can and I don’t think I’ve ever flirted during sex with anyone else, but god, sex with Paige, like everything with Paige, is fun and thrilling. It makes me feel alive.
“So good,” she pants. “But, oh…” she spreads her legs wider, like her body is reaching for mine, “I need you, Spence. Touch me.”
I stroke her core to find her soaking wet. God. My dick is aching and I nearly blow at the thought of being inside her. Her moans urge me on, and soon, I’m two fingers deep in her core, teasing her clit with my thumb.
“Oh, god, Spence. Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna come on your hand,”
“Fuck yes, you are,” I breathe. “And when you do, oh Jesus, I’m gonna come all over this gorgeous ass.”
I press into her backside tighter, my hips cradling her ass, and bring us impossibly closer together and closer to losing our minds.
She grinds back into me, reaching for her climax, and I keep the steady rhythm to get her there. We’re breathing hard and my damn bed is shaking. I’m on the edge, but it feels so good. Finally, she tilts her head up and cries out, gripping my thigh hard and letting her climax roll over her.
I follow her, covering her perfect ass, just as I said I would.
We’re both a sticky, sweaty mess, and I’m late for my pre-workout warm-up, so I’m gonna have to take a three minute shower and then book it to the athletic center.
But I have no regrets.
Paige
Right after Spence left for the gym, I took a quick shower, braided my hair, and crawled back into his bed to catch a few more hours of sleep.
Now, I’m on his freshly made bed and about to start a quick live video.
“Good morning, Pretties! No need to spill any deets, but if you’ve ever found yourself at an impromptu sleepover, you know the stress of having no makeup the next morning.
“But have no fear, pretties. I have five go-to products you’ll be so glad you stuck in a purse, a bag, a pocket, a glove-box, whatever.” I smile at the camera and greet the followers who have hopped on.
“Good morning, Benji! Thanks for popping in, Kate. Ok, so, let’s get started. My absolute must-have is baby wipes. No joke. You can get them for cheap at the dollar store, they’re super portable and they’ll wipe away makeup, easy peasy.” I take a quick swipe over my face to demonstrate. “Ideally, I’d follow that up with some moisturizer, but sleepovers don’t always allow for that kind of forethought, you know? Next up, of course, is concealer. Just do your dabs as usual. And remember, pat it in with your ring finger—it’s the gentlest finger. Ok…” I demonstrate. “Now, you can follow this up with a little pressed powder from a compact, especially if your skin leans toward the oily side. But, that’s a totally skippable step. We can move right on to bronzer— and this one is going to do double-duty. I’m using Spirit’s Kissed by the Sun bronzer in shade 5. In addition to highlighting my cheeks and forehead, I’m going to fluff it right over each eyelid. Look at that, Pretties. It’s enough to just brighten your eyes up.”
I pause for a second to grab my next product, and take a quick look at the incoming feed. “Hey guys, if you're just hopping on, say hi! And if you’re watching this later, just give me a #replay so I know you’re tuning in. I’m going to link all of these products, including this adorable makeup bag from Lustre in the comments. Ok, next up, mascara. Again, it’s best if you can curl and prime your lashes, but there’s no time for that today. Quick tip: As you apply the mascara to your upper lashes, wiggle the wand back and forth as you move it upward. Watch.” I lean in close to demonstrate. “See? It gives your lashes a much fuller look and gets rid of any clumps.”
“All right, Pretties, last product. You know I love a sheer gloss, and Barely There by Beauty Boss is my current fave. Just paint that on, and look who’s pretty and ready to face the day.
“That's all for now, Pretties. Your girl needs to get to class. Have the best day and remember to take care of yourselves and take care of each other! Hugs!” I sign off. My morning is off to a pretty damn fine start. I slept like a rock. Then I had incredible morning sexy times with Spence, and I was able to shoot a live and still have time for breakfast.
I grab my bag and head downstairs. I have some time to spare, and I can totally bum a poptart off Meysy. No way am I eating one of Spence’s protein bars.
“Good morning,” I call as I walk in the kitchen. I’m not here for breakfast daily, or anything, but I’m no stranger to the hockey house these days.
“Morning, Paige,” Lex greets me. “Want some coffee? We just made a fresh pot.”
“That would be lovely, thanks. And, uh…”
“Say no more, blondie. You know where I keep my Pop- Tarts, so help yourself anytime. No way I’m subjecting you to Briggsy’s wheat germ bars or whatever.”
“Derek Myers, you are a god among men,” I tell him, as I reach up to grab the box.
“Tell me something I don’t know, Paige,” he deadpans.
“Thanks for breakfast, guys,” I call as I head out the door.
The walk to campus is quick and my Econ class is painful, as always. Afterward, I commiserate with Emma about how utterly boring it is.
“I can feel myself getting older as the prof drones on, Em. Ugh. I should have taken before shots of myself to see if I have wrinkles after this class is over from frowning in confusion.”
“It’s pretty bad. But not as awful as my International Finance lecture. That’s torture.”
“Wait, I thought you loved that class? What did you call the instructor? Professor Hotty McHotpants, or something?”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “But the hotness wears off the ninety-seventh time the guy prattles on about the DD-AA model. I mean, unless the man is talking about putting his DD in my AA, I don’t know when I’ll ever use this stuff.”
I laugh at her ridiculousness. Seriously, one of the things that I love about Emma is how she makes me seem like the calm, rational one.
“Laugh it up over there, Blondie,” she taunts. “You’re getting all the sex. You don’t need to survive on mere crumbs of hotness like I do. How’s Big Red, anyway? I haven’t seen him in a couple of days. I figured you either had him chained to your bed or you guys were staying at his place.”
I must get some dreamy, sappy look on my face, because Emma starts gagging. “I can’t even handle the cuteness. Stop it. We need a subject change,” she complains.
“I didn’t even say anything,” I whine as we enter the dining hall.
She gives me the stink-eye. “But you were going to. I could tell. You were going to get all gooey over Spencer’s big dick and I can’t have that kind of energy right now. I’m in the middle of a dry spell the likes of which I haven’t seen since I hit puberty, and I’m about to stuff my face with cheese fries. Now is not the time for me to be thinking about Spencer’s dick.”
“Uh, I’d kind of like it if you never thought about my boyfriend’s dick,” I tell her, laughing, “just sayin.”
We get in separate lines and meet back at our favorite table. True to her word, Emma’s plate is piled high with cheesy fried goodness.
“So...he’s your boyfriend?” she says, picking up exactly where we left off.
“Well…” I take a bite of my turkey club and chew, stalling for time. “Kind of? I mean, we haven’t had that exact conversation, but we agreed to be exclusive and we had the safe sex talk. So...yeah?”
“I’m seriously happy for you, Paige. You deserve all the good things. So, I won’t take it too personally that you’ve abandoned me and left Lily to be my wing-woman.” She pouts, and I almost feel bad. Lily is a notoriously bad wing-woman. She’s too easily distracted.
“Sorry about that…”
“Well, the good news is that you can make it up to me. The Kappas are having a party Friday and we’re going.” She smiles like it’s a done deal.
“I mean…”
“Oh, no. Don’t you even. Hoes before bros, my friend. You have been spending every spare minute with Spencer, and though I really can’t blame you, I miss my girl. You owe me one fun night and then I’ll let you get back to your happy couple shit. Besides, next weekend is your birthday. There’s no way we’re not celebrating.”
“All right,” I relent. “It’ll be fun. It has been way too long since I got my party on.”