CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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lightskin.stassie why did i agree to this STUPID sleepover???

i stole some of eddie's snacks, lo and mark keep making out, dylan gets rlly sad when he's drunk? luca has been crawling all over me for 30 mins. and eddie, mackie, rutger, sofia and luke are no where to be found😔

but i brought sofia w bc i can't leave no bitch behind😈😈😈

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dylanduke25 It's not stupid🙁AND IM NOT SAD
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lightskin.stassie when are we watching twilight
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los_lollipop i want twilight!

luca.fantilli You're really comfortable don't blame me
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lightskin.stassie yeah i can tell when your head is basically inside my internal organs rn
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luca.fantilli You smell good😔😔

markestapa Me and Lo have not been making out the entire time
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lightskin.stassie i mean i wouldn't blame u but it's fucking annoying man😾
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edwards.73 Hearing "No you're the cutest" is made me gag so I dipped. Also give me my snacks back
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lightskin.stassie you want me to throw it up🙄

mackie.samo We went to go get snacks don't be mad
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lightskin.stassie 😾

sofia.commm oh my god i made it☺️
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lightskin.stassie my lil schnookims
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sofia.commm never speak to me
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lightskin.stassie 🙁

lhughes_06 Wait are we watching Twilight or no
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sofia.commm when u guys get back yeah..
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rutgermcgroaty WE'RE IN THE DRIVEWAY
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los_lollipop FULL SPRINT RUT!

WHEN THE GIRLS arrived at the sophomore house, Mark was shocked to see an additional face smiling at him when he opened the door. Turns out, Stassie invited the other media admin to their sleepover, not that he was complaining he just didn't know her that well. Sure, he's seen her around campus last year and this year, and has answered a few of her questions these past Monday's, but he just didn't know her. But what he did know was that Luke couldn't keep his eyes off her. They plopped their bags next to the door, since they wouldn't be needing them until it was time for bed, given the fact that they were already dressed in t-shirts and shorts, or as Mark had grown to know– their sleep clothes. (When they were around other boys besides him, that is).

It was around 10 o'clock when Mark noticed that over half of the group was missing. And aparently they have been gone for an hour at this point, which was strange because he's usually an observant person; but who could balme him for not focusing on anything but the woman who's trailing small, loving kisses up and down his neck, as her body is tucked into his side. They were cuddled up in the corner of the sectional couch of the living room, as Love Is Blind plays on the television. Stassie had finally broken free from Luca's embrace, as he sat upright beside her, after about an hour of him snuggling into her small body. Mark didn't think anything of it, since Luca did the same thing to him whenever he was tipsy, and in all honesty, Mark was happy his girls got along with his teammates so well. Duker was sprawled out on the carpet in front of the sectional, as he watched the television with Stassie. Sofia? She chose to tag along with Luke in going out, which of course, Anastasia had to protest, but when she saw the look that was swimming in Sofia's eyes, she was understanding, and let her go.

She had finally made up her mind earlier that day, during the team's promo shoot; that she was going to make Ethan Edwards hers. For him to be able to call her his made butterflies swarm her stomach, just at the thought. How was she going to accomplish this? She didn't know, since she was honestly quite shy in that area, (unless there was alcohol in her system). But the most she's done then is have meaningless make out sessions with mediocre looking guys. In this case, she was scared, nervous, and overwhelmed.

So thank god she was at least somewhat buzzed, with the seltzer she had shot-gunned with Mark earlier, and the one she was nursing on currently. That's the only was she could handle knowing the fact that she liked him, that she found herself wanting to be around him; to feel his arms around her or his lips on hers. God, she wanted nothing more than to just lay in bed with him and talk about anything and everything that came to mind.

Her hair was tucked behind her ears, keeping it out of her flushed face, due to the alcohol. Her and Lola sported matching oversized shirts. Of course, they weren't actually theirs. Lo's was Mark's that she had stolen just over the past week, and Stassie's was Ethan's; the one he gave her to sleep in when he volunteered to take care of her last weekend.

That's kind of the reason Ethan found himself needing to get out of the house almost the second that the girls had arrived. When he saw her wearing his shirt, he thought he was going to fucking lose it. They had been flirting all week; him catching her so called 'stolen' glances that she would take during practice, the pictures they would send when the other was across the table, during a late dinner after they're practice. She was different, actually acting like she wanted to be around him, and he was loving every second of it. How cute she looked when her cheeks would flush pink when he caught her staring. It seemed like ever since she was under him, practically grinding against his thigh, she wanted him as much as she did. He didn't feel the need to ask Mark if he could take her out, or if he could even talk to her in that way, but given the fact that she hadn't brought it up, (something along the lines of 'Mark's approval'), he didn't worry.

So, that's why about an hour into the girls being over, and after watching her shot-gun a seltzer, (which made his dick twitch in his pants), he found himself grabbing his keys and his wallet. "I'm going to the store," but before he could even say what he was going for, Luke, Sofia, Mackie, and Rutger darted outside, giggles and yells of 'shotgun!' retreating as they waited outside his car. Once he got behind the wheel, he checked his phone to connect it to his bluetooth, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw the notification.

stassie🩷
where r u

eddie :)
Picking up a few things. I'll be back

stassie🩷
oo so secretive

Read at 11:04 pm

stassie🩷
HELP LUCA IS CLIMBING ON ME

eddie :)
We'll be back in like 5

stassie🩷
can you cuddle me when we watch twilight

eddie :)
Yes pretty girl

stassie🩷
i'm pretty!

eddie :)
You sure are :)

Read at 11:10 pm

Ethan had to admit that the growing closeness between Anastasia and Luca was concerning in his eyes. He secretly hated how easily he makes her smile, or how she's always pushing his sweaty hair out of his face after practice. But it wasn't just him; over the few weeks she and Lola have been trainer-interns, he's seen the team go into the trainer's office for a scratch, or a fucking headache. It made his blood boil, but he didn't say anything. He didn't need to since shortly after he noticed the influx of 'injured' players, Mark noticed as well, which caused a 30 minute Mark lecture in the locker room after practice. Which to sum it all up was him basically warning the rest of the team not to try to get with his girls.

But that didn't apply to him, right?

Anastasia couldn't help but giggle as Luca laid his head on her shoulder, him too, being slightly tipsy. "I wanna watch Twilight, when are they gonna be back?" He whined, causing her to lay her head on top of his. "Eddie says in like five minutes," "Thank god!" Duke basically cried from the floor, bringing his knees to his chest as he rocked back and forth. "I'm getting tired of watching people fall in love through a wall." He scoffed.

Luca agreed with him, as he closed his eyes and laid his head down from her shoulder and into her lap. Her fingers went up almost automatically to play with his hair. "Hey, it beats watching Mark and Lo practically fuck in front of us," Stassie shrugged, which caught the attention of her best friends, both of them with swollen lips. "Hey, we are not fucking." Mark protested, pulling Lola closer to his side. "No, no not at all, just dry humping." Luca mumble the last part, which made Anastasia snort. "You're just jealous," Lola teased sarcastically, turning her head so she could stick her tongue out towards her friend, which just caused Stassie to roll her eyes at her love-sick friends.

They finished up the ongoing episode of Love is Blind, as the boys, plus Sofia, walked in the house. "Where did you guys go?" Mark questioned, leaning his head over the back of the sectional, Lola followed his action. Mackie held up a Walmart back in his hand, "Where does it look like?" He retorted sassily, which caused Lola to giggle at the interaction. "Well what did you guys get?" Mark questioned once more, which only caused Mackie to roll his eyes and throw him a back of donuts at him, to which in response, Mark mumble a 'Thanks' as him and Lola tore open the bag.

Ethan placed his grocery bags on the kitchen island, and the sight on the couch made him want to roll his eyes; he had already had to deal with Luke's painful version of flirting for the past hour, as he tried to talk up Sofia. But apparently it was working, considering the fact that the two of them joined Duker on the floor, as he spread a blanket of the two of them, with Sofia curled into his side. Luca had his head in his girl's lap. What made it worse was the fact that she was playing with his hair mindlessly, as she scrolled on her phone, occasionally letting out a laugh if she saw something funny. Maybe that's something she did with Mark too?

But he couldn't be upset at his girl, not when she was looking absolutely adorable with her cheeks tinted pink, a tipsy smile on her face, and her shoulders covered by his shirt. What made her even cuter was the way her eyes lit up when she saw him, as he walked up behind her, which caused her to leaned her head back to look up at him. "Is it cuddle time?" She questioned, as she tried to suppress her smile by slightly biting into her bottom lip slightly.

Two things that made Ethan fucking ecstatic to finally be home from Walmart of all places was: getting to see Anastasia, and being able to join in on all of the alcohol consumption that was happening in the house.

His heart swelled in his chest and he couldn't help but copy her dopey smile. "Yes, in a second, pretty girl." he cooed, before walked away from the couch to set out all the snacks they got while they were gone.

Anastasia felt like her face was on fire at his words, but she played it off, especially when Luca finally lifted his head from her lap, questioning, 'Why is your face so red?' as he got up from the couch and headed to the fridge to grab a beer. But even while she was tipsy, her teasing personality couldn't be covered. She sat up from her relaxed position in the corner of the sectional and up to the edge of the cushion. She pushed her foot out towards the middle of the carpet, where Sofia laid, curled into Luke's side. The girl turned her head, only to be met with a knowing look from Anastasia, to which Sofia rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smirk that tugged on her lips. 'I'll tell you later,' she mouthed, before she laid her head on Luke's chest again.

After about ten minutes, Lola and Mark were still cuddled up in the corner of the couch, and Luke and Sofia remained on the floor. Duke had moved from the floor and joined Rutger and Mackie up on the sectional as they shared a bowl of popcorn. Luca was on the outer edge of the group of boys in the center of the couch, being closest to Stassie, who was practically buried in the corner opposite of Lola and Mark, with a throw blanket covering her exposed legs. But she didn't really feel warm and cozy until Ethan finally joined her, and pulled her legs up on his thighs, his hand laying stoically on her calf underneath the blanket they were now sharing.

The lights around them were turned off, the television that was above the fireplace of the living room radiated the blue filter hue of Twilight, as the movie started. Anastasia felt warm and tingly. The man that sat next to her smelled so good, his mahogany cologne faint, but just enough that it was making her tipsy mind fuzzier than it already was. His touch was feverish– the further they got into the movie, the higher she felt his hand travel up her leg.

They were up to the point in the movie where Edward saved Bella from being crushed to death, and Anastasia thought this she was going to explode. His calloused touch now rested on her inner thigh, and flames rested in its wake. Her breathing had felt heavier, as she curled into his side, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and trying to cover up sounds of her silent gasps, as the throbbing between her legs intensified.

Around them, the group of boys in the center of the sectional were slumped on top of one another as their smalls snores let her know that they were asleep. Marks and Lola were shockingly still awake and here, as all their focus was on the movie. And on the floor, Stassie's heart swelled as she saw Sofia still curled into Luke's side, her eyelids heavy as she fought the urge to fall asleep.

But she wasn't focused on her friends at the moment– not when Ethan's pinky was now pushing aside her shorts, and brushing over underwear. Anastasia was not only shocked but fucking turned on; the alcohol in her system making everything that he was doing to her so much, more. She clung onto him like he was going to disappear in thin air, her breath hitched in to back of her throat when she felt his fingers start to rub small circles through her panties against her bundle of nerves.

Holy shit.

She looked from the television, her gaze falling on the man whose hand was in her pants at the moment. A shit eating smirk was tugging at his lips, as his focus stayed on the movie. He looked so sexy– his hair laying on his forehead, the curls at the base of his neck, the chain that peeked out from the collar of his t-shirt, it gleamed in the light of the television. Got it was too much. This was too much. But she loved it, the thrill the feeling.

She couldn't take it anymore. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm and pulled his hand from between her thighs, before she threw the blanket from her legs and darted up the stairs.

The people who were still awake, Lola, Luke and Mark took their attention from the movie to look at Ethan. A questioning expression on their faces as they waited for an answer. Ethan shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, man." Lola pulled her head from Mark's shoulder, "Well go check on her." She stated, her eyebrows furrowed. "Why can't you–" "Go check on her, Edwards." Lola's tone had turned stern, but her facial expression was hinting at something. He turned to look towards Luke and Mark, "Hey, look I totally would but we're about to get to the baseball scene." Mark defended. "I've got someone sleeping on me, bro." Luke whispered before he turned his attention back to the movie.

Ethan stood up from the couch and flipped off the couple as he made his way up the stairs. When he made it up there, he wasn't sure where to look, which room to to open. In all honesty his mind was moving at a million miles per hour. Did he do something wrong? Did she not like that? Was she scared? He thought the was she was gripping onto his arm like there was no tomorrow she was enjoying it– he must've been wrong.

He opted for his room, as the first place he looked. He brought his hand up, and knocked on the door. "Stassie, are you in there?" His voice was low and his words were just slightly slurred, due to the couple beers he had to drink earlier. He leaned against the doorframe, but that wasn't long before his door flew open, to reveal a flush-faced Anastasia. She looked up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, he couldn't help but focus his gaze on her mouth as she darted her tongue over her bottom lip. His heart was beating faster in his chest at the sight of her.

"Can I come in?" He questioned, his voice just above a whisper. He didn't want to scared her, especially if he did something wrong. If she absolutely revolted him at the moment. But some of the tension in his shouldered dropped when she opened the door enough for him to walk in. He sat on the edge of the bed, as she stood in front of him. She ran a hand through her hair as she blew a raspberry past her lips. She leaned her back against the wall that was across from his bed, which gave him the perfect view of her; her freckled skin illuminated by the pale moonlight that poured through the blinds of his room.

They sat in silence, him being too scared to say anything and she being too overwhelmed with her emotions to find words.

But a deep inhale grabbed her attention– which had been stuck on the wood floor for the past ten minutes, and she brought her eyes up to the guy who looked at her with the most adorable admiration swimming in his gaze. But she could tell he was nervous, and she had never seen him nervous before. He was popping his knuckles, playing with his fingers that were in his lap. "Your nervous." "Did I do something wrong?" The both said at the same time, which caused a small giggle to come from her, and his nerves eased at the noise. Even though her heart was screaming at her to tell him, her body craving his touch, her mind fuzzy with his scent still, she chose to let him speak first, gesturing for him to continue.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he spoke. "Did I do something wrong?"

Anastasia felt her rapid beating heart drop to her stomach. He thought she didn't like him. Her face morphed into one of reassurance, her eyebrows furrowed and her hands outstretched in front of her as she crossed the room to stand between his thighs. "No, no you didn't do anything wrong," she cooed, bring her hands up to cradle his face. His sharp jawline felt like it belonged in her palms. Who knew a big, strong hockey player could be so sensitive? He looked up at her, his eyes taking in every feature of her face.

Her touch was soothing, and her words seemed to calm his nerves, as he felt his shoulders drop with each swipe of her thumb on his cheek. "What makes you think that you did something wrong?" She questioned, her stomach fluttering when she felt his arms come up to hug around the backs of her thighs, pulling her closer. He swallowed harshly, "I don't know. I thought when you ran off you didn't like what I was doing but I thought you did since you were like–"

Anastasia cut off his nervous rambling but delicately placing her lips on his, ultimately shutting him up. He sunk into the kiss when the shock wore off, his hands hooking around the backs of her knees, which caused her knees to fall at each sides of his hips, straddling him. His hands rested on the curve of her ass when he pulled away, which caused the girl to stifle a whine of protest. "What were you gonna say pretty girl?"

She felt like she was going to pass out. With her fuzzy brain and the way he was gazing up at her, she was a goner. "Well I didn't run away because you were doing something wrong. I actually liked it," a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, she shoved his shoulder at his expression, which caused him the chuckle lightly and pull her closer to him by her hips. But despite the butterflies that were swarming her stomach due to the affection he was showing her, she couldn't help but feel more nervous.

He was going to never want to talk to her ever again. What if he didn't feel the same? What if he laughed at her? Judged her? Her heart was hammering in her chest. It was as if he sensed her nerves, "You don't have to tell me–" "No, I'm going to just give me a minute, jesus." She snapped, which caused him the chuckle lightly at her aggression. That was the girl he met. The girl he was starting to like.

She inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering close as she felt the oxygen expand her lungs, before she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands, which were between them. She started picking at her chipped nail polish, "The reason that I came up here is because it's too much. What you're doing to me, how you're making me feel, it's a lot. I don't know when it happened, probably when I found out you put up with drunk me, but all I know is that I like it."

Ethan looked at her face, with her gaze still focused on her fidgety fingers. He felt his breath shallowed at each word she spoke. "Over the summer when we would send mindless rants, or when I first met you last year, or when you send me snaps of you smiling. It all makes me fluttery and giddy like a fucking school girl." She said, a hint of teasing in her tone which only made a chuckle vibrate through his chest.

Anastasia finally looked up at him, and her throat felt like it was closing up. And her nerves disappeared, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Her eyes flickered between his and his parted lips, wanting nothing more than to avoid this conversation and kiss him senseless. "I like you, E. And I have for a minute."

She held her breath as she watched for his reaction, it felt like a million years before a crack of a smile broke out on his lips, and he started laughing.

Anastasia's jaw dropped as she suppressed a smile. That's what she grew to love about him– how he matched her unseriousness, no matter the situation. She shoved his shoulder, "Why are you laughing?" "You were nervous to tell me you like me?" He questioned, his hands rubbing up and down her thighs that were on either side of his hips. She nodded, a shy smile on her face.

His laughter died down quickly, "Oh, Stassie, you just have to know I like you too." He beamed up at her, watching as her smile broke out into a grin, as she brought her hands up to cradle his jaw. "I hate you." Ethan quirked his head to the side, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh yeah?" He teased, as he leaned forward and connected his mouth with her throat.

Anastasia closed her mouth at the feeling, her eyes fluttering closed as his lips found her sweet spot just below his jaw. "Would you still hate me if I do this?" He mumbled, as he brought his hand up to the base of her neck, holding her in place. She felt a wave of heat flood to her core, the throbbing feeling coming back quickly. She hummed out a response, too lost as his mouth sucked harshly underneath her jaw, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin before he soothed the pinched skin with a soft kiss.

"That won't work pretty girl," he smirked, as he brought his face from her neck, watching as she looked like she was about to come just from him kissing her sweet spot. Her face was flushed, her eyes closed tightly and her bottom lip was tucked behind her teeth, as his hand remains at the base of her neck, squeezing slightly.

She peeled her eyes open, her pupils blown with lust and want as she took in the gorgeous guy whose dick she could faintly feel against her inner thigh. She swallowed harshly against his palm, "Can you make me come, please?" She practically whimpered, into the air of his bedroom.

Ethan felt his heart pounding in his chest, and his girl slightly grinding down against him. Was this heaven? "You want me to make you come, Stassie?" He questioned against her lips, as she brought her head down by his hand that was still around her neck, she nodded her head rapidly. Despite the alcohol in her system, she was sober enough to know that she wanted him. No– that she needed him. "Yes please."

Ethan removed his hand from her neck and brought his hand down to the curve of her ass, as he patted it slightly, "Alright go lay down f'me pretty girl,"

She got up from his lap, and he got up and gestured for her to lay down on his bed. Stassie complied, watching as he took his shirt off and dropped in to the hard-wood floor, which made her cheeks flush even more, just at the sight. "You're so pretty." She muttered breathlessly, as he kneeled on the bed, placing one of his hands beside her head, and the other started to roam, lighting up the hem of her– his shirt. "Did you just call me pretty?"  He smiled down at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling with how hard he was grinning. She matched his smile, as she nodded her head. He hummed, lowering his head down closer to hers. "A pretty boy for my pretty girl, hm?" He muttered against her lips, before he closed the gap.

His hand was still inching her shirt further and further up her torso, until his finger brushed over her sports bra.

She was breathless at this point, and her mind didn't know how to react or what to think. She had never done this before, the most she had done being drunken make out sessions. So she was at a loss for words. Especially was he started trailing his kissed down her neck, "Is this okay?" He questioned, as he leaned back on his heels to use both of his hands to grab the hem of her t-shirt. She nodded, her eyes filled with lust and excitement as he pulled the shirt over her head.

His mouth  ghosted over her sports bra, as he sucked and and nipped at the skin of her stomach. Between her legs was a mess– both literally and figuratively. She was throbbing, craving his touch like no other, as his mouth met the elastic of her shorts. He looked up at her questioningly, and when she met his gaze she could do nothing but nod her head in response again.

He probably thought she was so sheltered, but she was so overwhelmed with emotions and sexual desire that she couldn't formulate any words. Her chest swelled with how much she cared for him, and it only helped that she knew how much he cared for her as well.

Ethan pulled both her shorts and her underwear down her legs, until he was able to discard the fabric onto the floor with his shirt. She was quick to close her thighs, despite her slightly tipsy state, and the admiration she held for the man who was between her legs, she couldn't help but feel self conscious, given this was the first time any many had seen her like this.

He tsked, as he tapped the inside of her knee, "Open those legs for me Stassie," she hesitated before she widened her thighs, allowing for him to slot in between them once more. He kissed her calf, and trailed his way up. She whined as he sucked a particularly harsh hickey in her hip bone, the noises that left her lips drove him crazy. He laid on her stomach between her legs, as he brought one of her thighs over his shoulder. He watched as she clenched around nothing in anticipation– he folds glistening in the moonlight.

"You're so fucking gorgeous Stassie,"  he mumbled, before he leaned in and licked a broad stripe, the tip of his tongue catching her clit. She moaned at the foreign feeling, her hip bucking up in response. Ethan chuckled, as he kissed around her bundle of nerves, working her up more and more. "You gotta be quiet or they're gonna hear you," he said, a hint of teasing in his tone.

To be completely fucking honest, Anastasia forgot about her friends that were just downstairs. With the emotional admitting that happened, and the fucking hot guy between her legs eating her out, they were the last thing on her mind.

His lips found her clit again, as he placed gentle kisses on her sensitive bundle of nerves.  His tongue farted out inside her slowly, causing her back to arch up off the bed. A tightening feeling slowly started to appear in her lower stomach the more his tongue worked her. Her hand traveled down to lace her fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to where she needed him the most. "Needy little thing aren't you?" He teased, as he brought his head up to look up at her.

Anastasia whined at the loss of the feeling, but nonetheless looked down at him. He looked fucking beautiful. His chin was glistening with her slick, and a cocky grin plastered on his face. "Please, Ethan," she begged, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eyes felt the familiar stinging of tears. She was so flustered, she was pleading for a release.

In his mind, he contemplated, as he looked up at her from between her thighs.

"I want you to use me, Stassie," he husked. She gave him a questioning look, as she quirked her head to the side. He took her other hand and placed it in his hair, her finger's automatically lacing in his curls. He brought his face back to her core, letting his nose brush her clit at he pushed his tongue into you, working you to the ruin. 

Stassie wasn't stupid, even despite her fuzzy mind. She knew what he wanted her to do.

She tugged harder at his roots, grinding her hips along his face, letting out soft whines of pleasure each time his nose brushed her sensitive bundle of nerves. "Tell me how good I make you feel, baby." He grumbled, the vibrations of his words coursed through her, which only caused the knot in her stomach to tighten.

It was like she was running up a rollercoaster, the feeling of pure pleasure rushing over her was inevitable at this point.

"'m gonna come," she whimpered, as she tangled her fingers in his soft locks and pushed his face impossibility closer to her. Her breath quickened, her chest felt heavy and her eyes fluttered closed, as she leaned her head back against his pillow, his scent emitting from his sheets only made her oncoming orgasm feel much stronger. "You look so pretty baby," he mumble into her once more, causing her to let out a whine at the feeling.

Ethan's hips bucked into the mattress below, just hearing her whine and moan because of the pleasure he was causing her was enough to make him fucking feral. "Come f'me Stassie,"

It was just the sound of his voice, and the vibrations it sent through her body that tipped her over the edge. White hot euphoria washed over her senses making her roll her eyes back. Her hips bucked up against her will, as if her body was seeking pleasure she didn't even know she needed.

His lips left delicate kisses on her inner thighs as she came down from her high, her fingers still wound tight within his hair. His eyes remained on her the whole duration of her orgasm, watching as her chest heaved up and down, and how she looked absolutely beautiful while she was coming in mouth.

Anastasia peeled her eyes open, and looked down to the boy that laid his head on one of her thighs, a dopey and affectionate smile on his lips as she hand traced small circles on her bare hip. She loosened her fingers that were in his hair, feeling slightly bad for how tight she was pulling at his roots. But he didn't seem to mind. At least she didn't think he did, with how he was smiling up at her, with his chin covered in her slick.

A fucked out expression graced her face as she brushed his hair out of his eyes. A goofy smile was on her lips as she stared down at him . "What about you?" She mumbled breathlessly, her voice just above a whisper. It's not that she knew how to give a handjob or a blowjob, but she wanted to. As long as she was with him, she knew she was safe.

He brought his head up from his thigh and hovered over her once more, he stared down at her adoringly, his hair covering his eyes. And Anastasia got a rush of butterflies in her stomach.

He was so pretty.

"No need to worry about me," he could tell by her hooded eyes and her small pout how tired she was, her hair sprawled out around her head like a halo, and her breathing was just coming back to normal. "I really like you, Eddie." She mumbled, bring a hand up to his cheek, running her thumb along his cheek bone. She tugged at his bottom lip slightly, rubbing her juices off of his chin.

He chuckled lowly, "And I really like you, Stassie."

AUTHOR'S NOTE

PLEASE I FEEL LIKE THAT WAS SO BAD😭😭😭

me writing this chapter

but lmk what y'all think🙈🙈
IM SCARED BC IVE NEVER WRITTEN PUSSY EATING BEFORE LMAOOOOOOO