Thirty-five

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I'm late to practice.

Like thirty minutes, kind of late. It makes a vein pulse in Coach Matthews's forehead, and he sentences me to thirty extra laps as punishment - one for each minute.

But I don't care. I could walk on water right now.

I've been ready to go all in with Sophie for a while now. For a really long while, to be honest, but I've respected that she didn't want that.

I have tried my best to be satisfied with what she could give me. However, after she told me what happened before her move to Michigan, I realized how much I want her. Because she's strong and caring, and the fact that she allowed me to see beyond her walls made me feel so God damned special.

And yet, I could never have predicted that she would agree to make this thing between us official.

No more dating.

No more no-strings attached.

We're a couple.

Full on monogamy, baby.

So even as I'm suffering through my extra laps, I'm wearing a shit-eating grin.

Kimmy eyes me with suspicion as I stop for a sip of water. "What's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing. I'm happy."

"I know... It looks wrong," she says. I amp up my smile a bit more, just to fuck with her. "Stop it! It's creepy."

"Get moving, Byers, if you can keep up," I say before taking off for another lap. It's been a while since I could successfully challenge Kimmy that way, but today I'm flying.

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I spend time with Ollie like I always do on Saturdays. Even Antonella has forbidden him from skateboarding until his casts come off, so we just hung out in his room while he read a bit, and I tried drawing something cool on his cast.

At afternoon practice, the guys looked positively dumbstruck. We're doubling down on relay practice, getting ready for sectionals in a week's time, and this is the first run-through where my time came close to what it used to be.

If I compete like this in Cleveland, we might just stand a chance.

So when I enter the elevator in Sophie's building later that night, I feel really fucking good. She answers the door wearing a skirt and silk blouse since she had to go into work for a few hours today and she must have just gotten home.

"Hi, baby," she says, leaning in to plant a kiss on my mouth.

Just like the first time, that nickname hits me right in the chest. I know Sophie well enough to recognize that cutesy pet names must make her uncomfortable. If I were to guess, I'd say it's because it feels too familiar, too much like a surrender.

So the fact that she's doing it this effortlessly leaves me all warm and tingly.

I follow her into the kitchen, where she's setting up dinner for us. She ordered Chinese takeout, and she pulls out a couple of plates. "Sorry I haven't had time to change since I got home," she says while she's leaning up on her toes to get soy sauce on the top shelf.

My eyes fall to her legs and the extra slit of skin that becomes visible on the back of her thighs when she stretches like that. "Oh, I don't mind." I bite my lip, taking in the whole attire. Her hair is still up too, and to be completely honest, I've wanted to fuck her in this outfit since the first time I ran into her at the hotel.

She turns around, clearly hearing something in my tone, because she smirks a bit, leaning her arms on the kitchen island in a way that pushes her tits together and making the classy blouse very, very unprofessional all of a sudden. Am I drooling? I think I'm drooling. "Keep your mind out of the gutter, Sennels," she says, and when I drag my gaze up to her face, her golden brown eyes are shining.

"It's literally impossible around you, Trouble." I lean forward, catching her lips in a quick kiss. She lets out a surprised noise but returns it.

I don't think I'll ever get enough of kissing her.

We take our plates into the living room. Apparently, Jen is out with a friend, so we have the place for ourselves. I sit as close to Sophie as possible. We watch some show about doctors, but I'm not really paying attention, instead just asking Sophie all the details about her day.

What did she have for lunch?

Who pissed her off at work?

Did she miss me?

At the last one, she looks at me out of the corner of her eyes, pursing her lips a bit. "I just saw you this morning."

I shrug, not deterred. "Well, I'm very missable."

She rolls her eyes, putting a forkful of food into her mouth, but I see how her lips twitch.

After we eat, Sophie stretches her long legs across my lap, leaning back against the couch, looking sated and happy.

"Want me to draw you a bath?" I ask, rubbing her caves while she looks at me with hooded eyes.

"A bath?" she asks drowsily.

"Yeah. You seem a bit tired. It's been a long day." I'm not talking about the few hours she had to go into work, but more about the emotional toll I'm assuming today has taken on her. Agreeing to be my girlfriend can't have been easy, and I'm really proud of her for not attempting to run yet.

"You'd do that?"

I glance over at her. "Of course. I'd do anything for you, Fie."

She shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "You're such a sap."

"Yup." I press a kiss to her knee before removing her legs so I can stand up. "Just come upstairs in ten minutes."

I head up to her ensuite, getting to work on her big bathtub, turning on the faucet, and then trying to find some kind of shampoo to pour into it. When the water is sufficiently pink with small bobbles on top, I search for candles to set the mood.

When Sophie walks in the door a couple of minutes later, the space is bathed in soft, flickering yellow light, calming music is playing on my phone, and the tub is full. She watches me in the doorway for a while.

"You don't think you're going a little overboard?" she asks, crossing her arms.

I shake a finger at her. "I warned you. It's gonna be romance-city from here on out."

"I heard you," she says, mischief lighting up her eyes. "I didn't promise I wouldn't give you shit for it."

I close the space between us, pressing her up against the wall. "Oh, I'm counting on it. Where's the fun otherwise?" I lean down, kissing her neck. "You're wearing too much clothes, Trouble." I tut.

"Well, then maybe you should do something about that," she says breathlessly.

I slowly trail my fingers up her torso, enjoying how her breath hitches. From the get-go, she's been so responsive, but this feels different. More.

I tug the shirt out of the skirt, slowly undoing the buttons. It's midnight blue, and in the soft light, it's even darker. I kiss her collarbone after slowly pulling the shirt over her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor.

My fingers begin toying with the waistband on her skirt, pulling it out to let it snap back against her skin. She gasps in surprise, arching her back a bit. I continue kissing my way down her chest, pressing soft lips against the lacy bra she's wearing. Her fingers sink into my hair.

I run my hands up her spine, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin in their wake. When I reach the clasp, I lift my head to make eye contact with her. She looks almost drunk with her head lolled to the side and a lazy smile grazing her lips.

I toy with the clasp. "May I?"

Her eyes soften as she nods. I snap it open, gently removing the bra and almost dying a little when her tits are bared to me.

I've only seen them once in the past two months, and that was when she was teasing me on Friendsgiving. I barely even allowed myself to really look properly out of fear that I would jump in the shower with her fully clothed.

Now, I take my sweet time appraising them. Perky and full, with a silver bar through each rosy nipple. I cup one of them, my thumb caressing the skin just below her nipple, and she shivers. "Jay," she breathes.

At the sound of my name, I lean forward, running my tongue over the nipple, the cool steel bar contrasted by the temperature of her skin. It pebbles in my mouth as she arches her back further, her finger gripping my hair tighter.

I drag her skirt down while I keep worshiping her tits, moving to the other one when I feel satisfied. I run my fingers up her thighs slowly, teasingly, enjoying every single inch. It's like I'm rediscovering her body, and I will take my sweet time.

I sink to my knees in front of her, kissing her sternum, her stomach, her hip bone. I hook my finger around her panties, looking up again. Her eyes are trained on me, and this time she nods without me asking. I slip them down, almost choking when her pussy becomes visible.

Can a pussy be pretty?

Because I swear to God, this one is.

I kiss her thigh, a little closer to her core this time. Using one hand, I spread her legs a bit to give me better access. I drag a hand up the backside of her thigh, gripping it, guiding it over my shoulder. "Think you can stand like this?" My voice is hoarse. This time I don't look up. I'm not sure I could remove my gaze if I tried.

"Yes," Sophie says quietly.

"Good." And then I dive in. She's wet and hot and smells sweet, and God, I could live down here.

She moans loudly, her body jerking forward when I flick my tongue over her clit. "You taste so fucking good," I groan.

"Jay," she gasps, pulling at my hair but pressing my face closer to her pussy. I smirk against her wetness.

One hand is still on her thigh, but the other makes itself useful, slipping a finger inside her. She's tight but takes my fingers easily due to how sopping she is.

My cock is straining against my jeans so hard that it's painful, and I want nothing but to jam my dick inside of her, but right now, it's solely about her.

I press my tongue against her clit, while my fingers find that spot inside her, pumping in and out. "How many days?" I ask her, my voice slightly muffled.

"What?"

"How many days has it been since I was inside of you last?" I keep doing what I'm doing, lifting my eyes to her face. "Before we started dating, before our fight, before the tabloid. The night we went out with the team and Jen. How long has it been?"

She's looking down at me, but her eyes are hooded, swimming with desire. "I-" She moans. "I don't know."

"Come on, Fie, you're smart." I pump my fingers harshly, and she cries out in pleasure. "Think."

"It's been..." she's gasping for breath, pressing her eyes together while she counts back. "It must have been, like, sixty-three days?"

I nod, satisfied. I know exactly how long it's been. It's been all I've thought about every time I went home after each of our dates. I've jerked off to the memory of how she came around my cock in my bedroom far too many times, hoping I would get to experience it again.

"That's a lot of orgasms," I say before burying my face in her pussy, licking and sucking while my fingers pump viciously.

"What?" Sophie gasps just as she tips over the edge. "Jay."

God, I love it when she says my name.

"That's it, baby." I keep going while she rides out the orgasm and then again afterward.

She squirms like she's trying to get away, but I have her pressed against the wall, keeping her in place with my hand on her leg. She whimpers. I know she must be really sensitive, but I don't let up, except slowing my fingers down a little.

"We have sixty-three orgasms to make up for, Sophie."

Her grip on my hair becomes almost painful. "You can't be serious," she says, her voice breathless, a bit of outrage coloring her tone.

"It's gonna be a long weekend, Trouble." Another lick of her clit makes her jerk. "Are you up for it?"

As my fingers hit that spot again, she comes around them violently, her whole body spasming. "Yes."

"Good girl," I say, placing a small kiss on the inside of her thigh as I lean back, looking up at her. She's slumping against the wall, looking a few seconds from sleep.

I help her to the tub, easing her into the warm water, now the perfect temperature. I kneel beside it, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "I missed you, Sophie."

She smiles. "I missed you too, Jayden."

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After she finishes her bath and I give her a few more orgasms on the bathroom counter, we lie in bed, her back to my front, while I trace patterns up and down her body.

There's an ease to this. A sense of calm, knowing I won't wake up to her kicking me out tomorrow. That this is just the first night in many.

"We're going to a meet next weekend," I say quietly. "To compete against other medley teams."

"Oh." She cranes her neck to look up at me. "Are you ready?"

I think back to the practice we had today and nod, finally feeling confident in that. "Yes, we are."

A flicker of pride appears in her eyes as she smiles. I trail my fingers further down her body. "Will you come?"

"Hmm?" Her eyes are closed, and I think she's on the brink of sleep.

"To Cleveland next weekend? To see the meet." My heart pounds a little faster.

Her eyes blink open, and she rolls over so we're chest to chest, her chin resting on my peck. "You want me to come?"

"Of course."

A smile spreads across her face, those two dimples appearing. "Okay. I'll come."

I pull her up, so I can kiss her. Her lips are soft and pliable, and she follows my lead, opening her mouth so I can sweep my tongue inside.

"There's something else," I say as she rests her head in the crook of my neck, her fingers lazily drawing patterns on my chest.

"What is it?"

"When we started dating, you had a condition... You said that it ended when I got Ollie." She tenses a bit, her fingers freezing. "Obviously, that doesn't fly now. I'm not expecting anything from you - he's my responsibility - but you're both important to me, and I want... I want you to meet him."

She lifts her head, looking at me with big, vulnerable eyes. "Yeah?"

I tug a tuft of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah, Fie."

She draws in a big breath, nerves evident in her expression, and I know this is a big thing to ask, yet she nods. "I would love to."

I exhale, a grin spreading on my face as I roll us so she's lying underneath me and I'm hovering over her. I capture her lips in a hungry kiss.

I break it, keeping my face inches from hers. "Do you want to sleep, or do you want to come again?"

She laughs. "Again?"

"Sixty-three orgasms."

"You're crazy."

I smirk, already moving down her body. "Crazy for you."

As I kiss my way down her torso, my fingers mapping out every inch of her, I pause when I reach her stomach. Leaning up on my elbow, I trace featherlight touches across the skin, over the tattoo on her hip bone, the beauty mark beside her belly button. "You don't have a scar."

She lifts her head, brows pulling together. "What do you mean?"

"After your surgery... Shouldn't there be a scar?" I glance up at her, trying to gauge if I'm pushing too much. She only just told me last week; maybe she's not ready to speak about it, but her face fills with understanding, and she swallows.

"I, um... They went in through my vagina. It's less invasive. Doesn't leave visible scars."

Visible scars.

"Did it hurt?" I press my lips against one side of her stomach, where her waist is.

"I was sedated."

I press another kiss on the other side of her stomach. "Did it hurt?" I repeat, knowing that the meds will only have worked so far.

Her voice is low, almost inaudible. "Yes."

I move down, placing myself between her legs, my eyes connecting to hers. "You are the strongest person I know," I say, running a finger through her heat, finding her already wet for me.

"I'm not." She shakes her head, doubt clear in her expression.

"You are," I confirm, slipping a finger inside her. "You're so fucking strong, Sophie. And you're all mine."

She moans when I run my tongue up her core. "Who do you belong to, Trouble?"

She writhes beneath me, gasping something unintelligible.

"Louder," I demand, driving my fingers in.

"You," she gasps. "I'm all yours, Jay."

Damn right she is.Β 

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