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Felt like he had been waiting all fuckin’ night when finally, he spotted Lexi across the crowded kitchen. She hadn’t seen him yet - she was talking to Maddy Perez, smiling. She looked real good - one of her cute little sweaters, a burgundy skirt, dark tights. Her hair was tied back with a matching ribbon, curls falling loose to frame her face. Fezco leaned against the wall, sipping his beer, and watched her for a long moment.
It was funny how his internal compass always seemed to point to her. Ever since New Year’s, a night spent talking on the sofa about like, philosophy and religion. Shit nobody talked to him about. But Lexi did, and she didn’t try to dumb herself down for him, and she didn’t laugh at his thoughts. Other than her heart-wrenching smile, that had been the thing that hooked him.
Maddy was doing a lil shimmy, bumping Lexi with her booty. Lexi was blushing, rolling her eyes, trying not to grin. So afraid to let her emotions show. Fez didn’t get that insecurity. Wished she could see herself from his point of view. Maddy waved her arms, and Fez could hear her over the shitty rap someone was playing. “Little Howard wants a fucking shot!”
His eyebrows jumped to his hairline in surprise. In all these months of doing whatever it was they was doing, Fezco had never seen Lexi anything but sober. They hadn’t really talked about it - whether it was because she never had, or if she had experimented and didn’t like it - and she never complained when he sparked a blunt. Never asked to hit it, either. He sipped his beer, watching as shot glasses were produced, and Maddy poured shots of golden tequila, and Fez felt the twist of anticipation in his gut.
This could either be really fucking fun, or really fucking bad.
A group of people had gathered - Cassie’s big head, Kat and her pencil-necked boyfriend, Rue and Jules, their new little buddy Elliot who made his spidey-senses tingle. They cheered the two on, laughing and whooping. The novelty of their quiet little friend letting loose was contagious, and they were all lining up another for her as soon as her first was done.
“No, I don’t know!” Lexi cried, wiping her mouth with a wince as that fucker Jacobs patted her shoulder.
It was that moment that her eyes found his, across the crowded party, and Fez held her dark gaze. She shrugged off Nate’s hand, flashing her sister and Maddy a nervous grin - then she looked at him, and tossed the shot back. The crowd went wild.
No one but Fezco could’ve known what that look meant. He slugged back his beer and went to find another.
Thirty minutes later, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He and Ash were in the car, sharing a smoke and comparing their inventory. Fezco muttered a curse under his breath, pinching the blunt between his lips, and pulled it out.
Lexi
Where’d u go
He glanced up at Ash, who was rolling his eyes. He started gathering up his cash and the product into his backpack.
“She’s not very subtle,” Ash grumbled. “She been makin’ eyes at you all night. Somebody gonna catch on.”
“She got a lil buzz,” Fezco said, and couldn’t repress his smirk. His little bro groaned in disgust.
“Don’t knock her up,” Ash snarled, before climbing out and slamming the door. Fezco watched him retreat down the driveway.
Lexi
U didn’t leave???
Fezzzz???
Fezco
At the car baby
Come here
He didn’t have to wait long. She skipped - fucking skipped , giggling and shit like a kid - up to the passenger door, leaning down to rest her arms against the open window.
“Hi,” she said. Her grin was megawatt and contagious.
“Hi,” Fezco said, chuckling. She was so fucking adorable, he couldn’t stand it. He scratched his beard and Lexi leaned forward, farther and farther, until most of her body was in the car and her lips were puckered up to kiss him. “You drunk?”
“No. I don’t think so. Kiss me,” Lexi demanded.
“What is you doing ,” Fezco laughed, and with his assistance, she climbed all the way through the window. She kneeled on the passenger seat, ponytail all askew, a big run down one thigh of her tights. She laughed as she cupped his cheeks, leaning heavily against him. He didn’t mind, loved the way her hands felt on him. Even if she was definitely being a little rougher than usual, a little more sloppy.
“You look good,” Lexi said, pulling back breathlessly. Her fingers walked up his chest. “I like your stripy shirts.” Fezco felt like the Grinch, at the very end of the story, when his heart grew three sizes bigger. Lexi made him feel so good, better than anybody ever had. If he could bottle this feeling, figure out a way to synthesize it, he’d be richer than Bezos.
“I like you,” Fez said, tugging on her ponytail. “But I gotta ask, you okay?”
Lexi’s brow furrowed and her mouth turned down into a pretty pout. “What? I’m fine. Are you okay?” She cupped his cheek, concerned.
“Yeah, baby. I’m real good. Just wonderin’ why you tossin back shots like that,” Fezco said. His hand slid down to the small of her back, where her sweater and skirt didn’t quite meet. He touched her baby soft skin, earning a shiver.
“Can’t a girl have a good time?” Lexi batted her eyelashes at him coyly. She was a riot like this - no filter, no careful consideration of each word that left her mouth. Her hands wandered under his polo and burned against his abs. “Do you think we can do it in your car?”
“Do what?” Fezco asked. Just because he wanted to hear her say it.
“ Fuck , Fezco. I want to fuck you,” Lexi said with a straight, shameless, solemn expression.
His dick was hard in an instant. “Damn, baby. That Cuervo turned you into a lil freak.” Still, he was fumbling between his legs to pull the release and slide his seat back. Lexi was eager, crawling over the middle console to straddle him.
Her lips were hot and insistent as she kissed under his jaw, nipped at his pulse. His heart was pounding as the blood rushed south. Her hands were trying to pry open his belt and fly, but failing.
“Slow down,” Fezco said, taking her hands in his. Lexi whined. She ground her crotch down against him, making him twitch.
“I just want you so bad.” Words he would never tire of hearing. “I’ve been so wet since I saw you…”
Fezco released her hands, sliding one of his over her hip to squeeze her ass. The other slid between her legs. There was a gap between her tights and body, and he growled as his fingers wrapped around the material and yanked. Lexi gasped as it ripped apart, and then he could touch her.
“Fezco,” Lexi scolded. Her voice melted to a moan when his fingers pressed against her damp panties.
“Huh, you right. You nice and wet, baby,” he said, sounding thoughtful. He pulled the crotch aside to dip one finger between her folds. He teased her, tracing his name on her clit and sliding down to circle her entrance. Lexi shuddered, throwing her head back as he pushed inside.
“Do-do I feel good?” she asked, and Fezco nodded.
He licked his lips. “Fucking perfect.”
She started pushing back when he added a second finger. It was hard to keep look out when his girl was about to cum all over his hand, but every so often he would glance up and around, trying at least to be aware of their surroundings. It wasn’t like Lexi - who was making those delicious, throaty little sounds of pleasure - was in the right mind to do it. The world coulda been ending, and she’d go right on riding his fingers til she got hers. His baby was spoiled like that.
“Oh god, ” she gasped. He thumbed her clit, smearing her arousal over it and gliding it up and down, slightly to the left, where she liked it best. “Fez - Fez…” She grabbed his chain, tugging him forward. Lexi moaned into his mouth as her cunt clenched and contracted on his fingers, and he worked her through it. Fezco was addicted to this. Making Lexi Howard cum was the point of his existence now, and he worked hard to make sure each time was unforgettable.
“That’s a good girl,” Fezco murmured as she slumped heavily on top of him, breathing hard.
“More,” Lexi whispered. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with his belt - Fezco swatted her away, quickly unfastening the strip of leather, then the buttons and zipper of his fly. Probably wasn’t his brightest fuckin’ moment, but it was impossible to deny Lexi when she wanted him this badly, when she was so eager to have him inside of her.
His cock was hard and leaking precum as he pulled it free from the confines of his pants and boxers. Lexi immediately wrapped both hands around his length, giving a gentle squeeze, sighing.
“I love your dick,” she mumbled. “Always so hard. Always makes me feel so good.” She jerked him gently, a tease that made his molars grind together and his fingers curl into fists. He could’ve cum right then, all over her warm, delicate little hands. “I want you to fill me up, Fezco. Wanna make you moan.”
A groan loosened from his throat when she let him go - only so that she could position herself above him, lining their bodies up. Her intent was clear.
Fezco glanced up and out of the darkened windows, more than a little distracted as the soft, wet heat of her cunt brushed the tip of his erection. It had him sucking in a sharp breath as she sank down, taking him in painstakingly slow. When she moaned, it was a ragged, shaky sound that made it impossible to keep his eyes open. Lexi, on top of him, sweet little cunt stretched around him, the scent of her heavy in the air, was too good to be real. He would never understand how he got so lucky to catch her attention.
“Jesus, yes,” she whimpered, once their bodies were flush together and there was nowhere else for him to go. His dick pulsed, desire swamping his mind and dulling everything else. Fezco’s fingers bit into her hips as she slowly lifted, the friction unbearable in the best possible way. His heart pounded as she braced her hands on his shoulders for leverage. “Feel so good, Fezco.”
“Nah, baby, it’s all you,” Fezco replied, shuddering as her pussy squeezed him hard. “Doin’ such a good job for me, Lex. You was made to take this dick, huh?”
He glanced up in time to see her eyes rolling back, another anguished moan filling his ears. She picked up speed, though still bouncing on his lap much too slowly. But it was hot, and she was hot, and all he needed was to feel her coming apart on his cock. Just needed to know that Lexi was taken care of before he worried about himself.
His mouth lifted in a smirk as she rolled her hips, and he slid one hand up and under her blouse. Smooth, hot skin beneath his fingertips - no bra to hinder his exploration. Fezco found one hard little nipple, the peak tightening further as his thumb strummed lazily over and over. Lexi gasped, slamming down harder than she had been, and pleasure lanced through him.
“Missin’ these,” he murmured.
“If you weren’t so busy,” Lexi panted, “you could see them a-a lot m-more.” Her breath hitched as he pinched the dusky peak, rewarded with another wanton moan that shot straight to his dick. Fuck. She was getting close, if the way she was clenching around him was any indication.
“Yeah? You think I need to make more time for you?” Fez asked, shifting so he could rock up into her. The closer Lexi got to orgasm, the less work she put in - but that was just fine. Fezco liked taking up the reins once she dropped them, liked teasing and fucking into her at a rough pace that left them both sweaty and trembling. His range was limited, but Lexi was light and far enough gone that he could move her how he liked, how they both needed. Her lip was trapped beneath her teeth and her eyes fought to stay open as he began dragging her up and down, punctuating each downstroke with a jump of his hips that had her keening. Her nails bit into the nape of her neck as he abandoned her breast for her clit, skimming his hands down her soft belly.
“We could just - just tell everyone,” Lexi offered, arching and gasping. His rubbed quick circles into her swollen little bud, too focused on his task to give her disjointed words much attention. “Wouldn’t - wouldn’t have to sneak around. You-you could fuck me all the time.”
“You want me to fuck you all the time, baby?” Fezco licked his lips as her moans pitched higher. He imagined bending her over in the store, pushing up her skirt and sliding whatever cute lil panties she had on to the side. He imagined letting her sit on his cock, as still as she could be, letting her wait and wonder when he would finally move. What a pretty little cockwarmer she would be, her tight little cunt always so snug around him.
“I want everyone to know,” Lexi whined.
“You want them to know what?” Fezco’s fingers bit into her hips, arching up into her over and over. He was sweaty with effort, and her nails were a sharp, grounding sensation, digging through his shirt as she quivered.
“That I’m yours, that - that we’re together, that we - we…” Lexi’s jaw hangs open and her eyes squeeze shut, and Fezco could feel it - could feel her. The climax crashed down on her, wiping out coherent thought. He fought to hang on, tried to fuck her though it. But the deep contractions, fluttering around his dick, made it impossible. It dragged him over, sending Fezco to his peak before he was ready.
“Lexi, fuck - I can’t, I can’t,” he ground out through clenched teeth, hips pumping aimlessly as his release flooded her, her cunt milking it out of him like she wanted him to finish there. Even though they both knew how dangerous it was, playing with fire, it was hot as fuck. His eyes rolled back as the pleasure rippled through him.
Lexi flopped against his chest, warm and damp, her nose nuzzling against his softly racing pulse. Fezco stroked her back, catching his breath.
“I’m serious, y’know,” Lexi murmured. “I want people to know about us.”
Fezco sighed out a gusty breath. “I know. I do too, baby. But this shit I do, it’s not safe.”
“So don’t do it anymore,” Lexi argued, fighting through a yawn. She was so solid, boneless in his lap. He loved the feel of her, so trusting, curled up like a sleepy little kitten against his chest. He knew she was safe and whole here in his arms. That nothing could get to her, no harm would come her way, so long as he was around.
It was all those times he couldn’t be around that scared the fuck out of him.
“Soon, Lex. I promise,” he said, kissing the crown of her head. It was quiet for a long time, long enough that he was worried she might have fallen asleep. He tickled up her ribs and she sighed, sitting back to look in his face.
“I love you. I can wait,” she said, and it made his heart skip a beat to hear her say that. “But I’m not scared.”
“Shit, baby. I know that. You fuckin’ fearless, Lexi.” He slouched low, liking the look of her on top of him, hovering over him.
“Maybe it’s time for you to be.” She kissed him then, like the punctuation at the end of her sentence, and Fezco thanked God for the millionth time for sending him Lexi Howard.