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The day started innocent.
They were playing USC—a tough game, but UConn was bulldozing through march madness teams like they were nothing—but Paige was tired. Not enough to slow her down in basketball. Just enough to make her mind more…pliable.
Her morning started with a text.
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Azzi:
Can you bring me breakfast to my room?
I’m too sore to move 😩
You know what I want just come up and eat with me
Ice is downstairs eating already
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That was easy enough—and she didn't have to be asked twice for a moment alone with Azzi. They’d been clinging onto quiet moments in public and fleeting seconds in private to pull them through this stretch.
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Paige:
I gochu mama
be there in 10 💗
Azzi:
Uhg you’re the best
thank you my love
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She stared down at the text for longer than she should’ve. It had her smiling like an idiot alone in her hotel room—then practically running out of the door half dressed and eager to please.
The breakfast buffet was still relatively full when she made it to the lobby. She grabbed herself a bagel with cream cheese, then built a plate for Azzi. Greek yogurt, fresh fruit, eggs, and half a waffle (she may have eaten the other half). Something balanced enough for Azzi to actually eat it and maybe even compliment the “carb-to-protein” ratio and whatever else she always noticed about food.
She placed another plate over the top and headed back to the elevator.
***
She knocked on the door once.
“Baby? It’s me” she called through the hardwood, taking a step back and waiting for Azzi to answer.
She almost knocked again when the door swung open. Azzi was behind it, hair in a messy bun (that probably couldn’t even be called a bun anymore), wearing a baggy Georgetown T-shirt and a pair of boxers, complete with bare feet and tired eyes.
She rubbed her eyes and smiled sleepily, mumbling, “hey Paigey” and then stepping aside to let her in. She followed her into the room.
“Morning mama, where d’you want this?” She lifted the plate and looked around the room.
Azzi closed the distance between them and slipped her hands around Paige’s waist, pulling her into a sloppy hug. Paige glanced down at her, and Azzi pulled back and placed a quick kiss on her forehead, then grabbed the plate from her hand.
“I’ll take it, come sit”
Azzi led her over to the desk in the corner of the room and pulled out the swivel chair, “you want it? I can go grab the—”
Paige cut her off, “no, you sit and eat, I’ll just go get the…cushion-thingy”
“the ottoman” Azzi corrected, flopping down into her chair, “you’re too good to me”
“I just give my princess what she deserves” she shot back, tone a little teasing but only half-joking.
Paige grabbed the ottoman (apparently) and dragged it over next to Azzi. She sat down on it and leaned over to rest her head in Azzi’s lap. She sighed as she felt Azzi’s fingers lace through her hair and slowly scratch at her scalp.
“This looks good Paige, you did a great job picking”
Paige hummed against her lap and slowly sat up to face her, resting her chin on Azzi’s knee
“Yeah?” She mused, a sloppy grin across her face.
“Yeah, amazing, actually. Enough protein too” she turned to face Paige and held her gaze, “always so thoughtful for me”
It didn't matter how long they’d been together, something like that would always leave her grinning like an idiot and bright red. She could feel a flush creeping up her face, and her lips stretched into a shy smile before she could stop it. Paige tried to turn and hide her face in Azzi’s lap, but it was too late.
“Oh, did you like that?” Azzi chuckled, hand moving back to Paige's hair, “that kind of day?” She added, voice lower now.
Paige felt her face get hotter. She let out a soft groan, but couldn’t bring herself to reply. But Azzi knew what it was. She knew how Paige got when they were this deep into a stretch. Knew exactly how any praise would make her feel when she was this mentally drained.
“You don't have to admit it baby, I know” she mumbled, fingers still tracing patterns into her scalp, “I can tell you what you need to hear”
“you’re the worst” Paige grumbled against Azzi's lap, sounding utterly embarrassed, “you know what that’s gonna do to me”
“you still eat it up every time”
***
They finished their breakfast in silence. Comfortable, yes, but still heavy. Charged with something neither of them could name.
Azzi folded up the paper plate her breakfast had come on and threw it into the trash under the desk. Slowly, she lifted up Paige’s head from her lap and stood, turning around to flop down onto the bed behind them. She landed with a groan that made it clear the movement took some effort, and didn't feel particularly amazing.
Paige turned around on the ottoman and leaned back against the dresser, eyes locked on Azzi.
“You still hurtin’ ma?” She asked.
Azzi rolled over onto her back and groaned again, “yeah, my legs have been screaming all morning”
“d’you do your ice bath?”
She nodded, “Doesn’t hit the same in a hotel tub. Missing the trainers back at UConn”
“Is it still that ankle?”
”Ankle, knee, quads—all of it really. My body’s ready for the off season”
Paige sat forward from the ottoman, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees, “you think I can help? I’ve watched you get massaged enough to know what to do”
Azzi sat up slowly and looked down to her, tucking her legs under her so she was sitting criss-cross, “would you do that for me?”
“S’that a question?” Paige scoffed, “Yeah, I’d do it for you. Can't have you sore tonight.” She stood up and made her way over to the bed, lifting herself up one knee at a time until she was sitting next to Azzi. She reached out and put her hands on either of Azzi’s shoulders, pushing her back gently, “lay back mama”
Azzi sighed and leaned back against the pillows. Paige's hands fell lower, down to her crossed legs, gently coaxing one of them out until it laid straight in front of her. Azzi grimaced as she stretched out her other leg to match.
“That bad?” asked Paige, rubbing a gentle circle over one of Azzi’s acl surgery scars.
Azzi shook her head and let out a sharp exhale, “It’s just an ache, but it wont go away”
Paige nodded, shifting her gaze from Azzi’s face to her legs, trying to decide where to begin.
”I think I’ll start with the ankle, that okay?”
Azzi grinned down at her, “That’s perfect P”
Paige felt that familiar flush again, hot against her cheeks. She let her hands trace down from Azzi’s knee to her calf. She used both of her thumbs to knead against the tight muscle, working her way down with a careful reverence. Azzi let out a soft sigh as she reached her ankle, hands gliding slowly over the soft skin near her achilles.
She took a cautious glance up at Azzi, thumbs hovering over the particularly sore tissue. Azzi nodded down to her, giving her the okay to continue. Slowly, she dug her thumbs into the back of her ankle, pressing and dragging along the tendon.
She stopped the second Azzi let out a half-whimper, half-groan at the contact, pulling her hands away from her.
“That hurt?”
Azzi sucked in a breath, “No baby, It feels amazing” she assured, hands reaching out for Paige’s and coaxing them back to her ankle, “you’re doing so good for me Paige”
Paige nearly choked on air at the comment. It hit her somewhere lower, bringing with it a familiar heat, uninvited but not unwelcome. She had to take a second to breathe and pull herself together.
” god Az—you cant just say that shit” she choked out, reaching back out for her ankle and continuing to knead at the soft tissue.
Azzi propped herself up onto her elbows and cocked her head, ”Why?” She asked, a painfully fake coy expression on her face.
“ Because , we’re in your shared hotel room, and we have a game tonight, and—”
“And I can't tell you how good you make me feel? I mean it Paige”
That one stuck even lower. A soft whimper slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Azzi just smiled down at her softly and took her hands again, bringing them higher. Up her shin, past her knee, to the middle of her thigh.
“My quads have been really sore too” she whispered, drawing her thumb across the back of one of Paige's hands slowly.
Paige swallowed, “I can fix that” she breathed, voice low. Slowly, she dipped her thumbs against the solid muscle just beneath Azzi’s soft skin. She felt her go tense at the sudden pressure, and then loose all at once with a sigh. She worked her way higher, towards Azzi’s hip.
Azzi met her gaze and held it, “Feel’s so good” she sighed, voice edged with something more sinister than relief.
“Yeah?” Breathed Paige, voice more desperate by the second.
Azzi let out an “mhm” that sounded more like a moan than a casual go-ahead. Paige’s fingers slowly slid from her hip towards her groin, still working along the muscle as she went.
Her palm glided against the soft skin of Azzi’s inner thigh, fingers brushing just beneath the fabric of her boxers.
“Can I—”
A sharp knock interrupted her. Ice’s voice carried into the room from the hallway, muffled by the door.
“You two freaks better be decent, I’m coming in”
Paige quickly pulled back her hands, and Azzi sat up straight, pulling her legs back under her. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and Ice bounced in from behind it, covering her eyes like she was walking into the set of a porno.
“Oh my god Ice you're so dramatic” groaned Azzi, pulling her boxers down from where Paige had pushed them up her thighs moments before.
She brought her hand down from her eyes and shrugged, “I can never know with you two. Being in a hotel room next to y’all is torture, walking into one is straight up a risk for my mental health—”
Paige cut her off, “a’ight Ice you can shut up. We’re not that lou— actually , let's not talk about it. I gotta get dressed for shoot around”
“whatever you say” Ice snickered, “I gotta go piss” She turned and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her
Paige slowly moved to stand from the mattress, but Azzi held her back, gripping the hem of her shirt.
“The massage was amazing, by the way.” She whispered, breath warm against her neck, “I love it when you take care of me”
Paige groaned, “mama you gotta stop, m’not gonna be able to focus at shoot around” she whispered, trying to pull away.
Azzi dropped her shirt and smirked, “you love it”
Paige flushed again, “yeah, too much. That’s the problem”
Azzi smiled, a wicked, proud-of-herself grin, “Bye Paige, thank you for breakfast” She cooed, loud enough for Ice to hear.
”Your welcome Az.”
Paige shot her one last frustrated glance and turned to head to the door, stopping at the bathroom for a moment.
She knocked once, and leaned in so her voice would carry through the hardwood, “By the way, Ice, you might be rooming with KK tonight”
***
Shoot around was a special kind of torture. Something that should be reserved for war criminals or serial cheaters—not someone who desperately needed to lock in for an elite eight game that could make or break her college career.
It was subtle enough for her teammates to chalk it up to pre-game nerves.
Her shots were inconsistent. She was missing easy lay’s. Her passes were on target, but a second too late. Little fuck-ups, small enough to go unnoticed. But she sure noticed whenever she did something right.
”that finish was so pretty”
“good read baby”
“that was so hot”
“I love when you just take it”
Azzi had been torturing her with those little comments all practice. Quiet enough for no one else to hear. Breathed into the shell of her ear in passing. Low. Teasing.
The encouragement was nice, but it was getting distracting. The ache between her legs grew stronger with each passing whisper.
She tried her hardest to stay locked in. Ran hard in defensive rotations. Picked her shots well. Did everything she could to hide it—but even her coaches picked up on her shift in demeanor.
CD pulled her aside first.
***
“You look distracted. You nervous?”
Paige swallowed, shifting her weight from foot to foot like she couldn’t quite let herself be still, “Yeah, a little.” She mumbled.
CD crossed her arms and cocked her head, like she was trying to read her, “anything I can do for you?”
“no, unfortunately.” She sighed.
“is there anyone who can?”
Her eyes flicked to Azzi absentmindedly, just for a moment, then back to CD, “i uh—m’not sure there is”
CD raised her eyebrows, then shook her head and patted her on the back, “don’t freak yourself out. it’s just a game”
She wished it was ‘just a game’. It’d be easier if that was the case—if the only thing keeping her attention was her mind and not the pulse between her thighs.
***
5 minutes later it was Geno—pulling her aside and clamping a hand onto her shoulder. He approached her with the familiar hostility she had come to know and love in her time at UConn.
“the fuck’s going on with you today? you look tense” he barked, eyebrows scrunched together, deepening the persistent wrinkle that had developed over the years
“I am tense” she shot back, “This games huge and I can’t focus”
“yeah, well, the whole team can tell. you look like shit and you need to get over it, like, right now. If you don’t have a clear head then I wont give you minutes”
“can I just get 5 minutes before film? I need to like, splash some water in my face or something”
“if it’s gonna get you out of this funk? Fuck yes.”
She sighed, “thanks coach”
“don’t thank me, thank CD. she’s the one who wanted me to talk to you in private and not make an example out of you”
***
Geno pulled her aside once more as the team started to file out.
“We’re starting film without you, and you’re running if you miss more than 10 minutes of it, and that’s being generous”
“yes coach” she nodded, already wandering away from him and towards the door of the locker room.
“I mean it Bueckers.“ he barked after her.
“mhm” she hummed back, waving him off as she went.
She turned and stalked toward the locker room, trying to figure out what she could even do about this whole… situation . She made her way to the door and slipped in, shutting it with a soft click behind her.
She paced for a moment, just, trying to calm herself down. Get her mind back on basketball. Get it off of—
The locker room door opened behind her. She listened to it shut, trying to figure out who could have followed her in. Then she hear another click—not the shutting of the door, but the sliding of a lock—unmistakable.
“Paige?”
Azzi .
She turned the corner and met her between the rows of lockers where she was hiding.
Paige cocked her head, “Why are you here? You’re missing film—“
Azzi smirked and started to close the space between them, ”CD pulled me aside, told me you looked tense and needed someone to help pull you out of it. She knows we’re close , so—“
”she sent you here?”
“mhm” she hummed, “you do look tense—what’s going on?” She reached out for Paige’s waist, hands settling on either side of her.
“I’m just—Az I couldn’t focus —I’m too— uhg —“ she babbled, not wanting to say the words.
Azzi had no problem with it, she cut her off and hummed, ”you’re too what, needy ? Did I get you riled up?”
Paige nodded shyly and hummed “mhm”
Suddenly, Azzi walked her back until she was pressed against a locker, leaning in so her lips brushed her ear. Close enough for her breath to send chills down her spine. Paige took in a shaky breath, eyes locking on Azzi’s, blazing.
“I had a feeling. We have five minutes, maybe—this is supposed to be a pep-talk, remember?” Azzi murmured. Her hands wandered from Paige's waist to her waistband, tracing along the skin beneath it.
Paige whimpered at the contact, ” fuck Azzi” she groaned, a little too loud for their current environment.
“Shhh” Azzi cooed back, “I love your pretty little sounds but you have to be quiet for me, okay?”
Paige nodded frantically, focusing on keeping her mouth shut as Azzi’s hands wandered lower, past her shorts and into her boxers. She gasped as Azzi dragged a finger against her entrance, slick and teasing.
“Already so wet for me” Azzi breathed against her neck, “such a good girl”
She dipped her finger inside her, slow, letting her feel the stretch gradually. Paige let out a breathy moan, leaning her head against Azzi’s shoulder.
“Quiet baby, I’ll make it quick”
She curled her finger once, and Paige's legs wobbled. She let out a shaky exhale against Azzi’s neck as she drew her finger out of her then slowly slipped it back in.
Paige groaned softly, tipping her head back against the cold metal of the locker behind her, “its not— fuck —I need more. I can take more mama—can I have another finger please?”
“Thank you for using your words, asking me so nicely baby” Azzi cooed, voice warm and all consuming.
Paige had to stop herself from moaning at Azzi words alone. She bit down on her lip to keep in the sound. But then Azzi slipped in another finger and Paige couldn't help but whimper at the stretch.
Azzi’s fingers pumped in and out of Paige with ease, building a rhythm that was making her squirm. The sound of her filled the room, slick and wet, accompanied by her muffled moans and soft gasps. She was close— pathetically so—already.
Azzi’s thumb drifted to her clit, teasing, brushing across it just enough to make her hips buck into the contact. Then Azzi pressed her thumb into the nerves, drawing slow, deliberate circles across it, fingers still curling inside of her. Paige had to bring her hand to her mouth to hold in a moan.
“You’re doing so good, staying quiet for me. So fucking good baby” Azzi whispered, fingers moving faster than before. Paige was dripping, she could feel it, but even better, she could hear it. Each pump of her fingers was met with a slick gush, the sound of it filling the room as Paige got closer and closer to release.
Paige’s pulled her hand down from her mouth, “ shit mama I’m— fuck —I’m—“
Azzi curled her fingers again, toying with Paige's clit again, “come for me baby, you deserve it”
Paige's hand flew back to her mouth, muffling a moan as she came. Azzi could feel her tense around her fingers, body convulsing as her orgasm hit her in waves. She continued to fuck her through it until Paige’s muffled whimpers became heavy breaths. Paige groaned as Azzi slowly slid her fingers out of her.
“feel better?” She chirped, surveying Paige's face.
”mhm” she hummed back, not quite ready to form words.
Azzi lifted her clean hand and patted Paige on the shoulder, ”good,” She turned around and headed for the nearby sink, adding, “We made good time, only five minutes”
Paige chuckled weakly, “I guess I’m easy”
Azzi flicked on the water and ran her hands under it, “ so easy baby. Think you can lock in for tonight now?”
“Only if you pause whatever you’ve been doing all day and let me play some basketball”
”done and done. I’m expecting a thirty-piece as a thank you.” She turned off the faucet and shook the excess water off her hands, “you should come clean up. We can’t have you walking into filmlooking like you just got fucked up against a locker, or else we can kiss these ‘pep-talk’s’ goodbye ”
***
Thank you CD
That was the only thing ringing through her mind as she left the locker room.
With their tension resolved, Paige and Azzi had managed to switch into ‘teammate mode’ as soon as they hit the film room. Whatever was going on between them that morning was long forgotten by the time they hit the court that night.
It wasn’t easy, but without JuJu, USC didn’t have a real chance at beating them. Not when they were on a generational run with no plans of slowing down. Not when they had Paige, mind freshly cleared with a thank you to give.
They won by 14. Paige scored 31. Vibes were high.
Media was a buzzkill. It was a necessary evil, something they all hated but couldn't skip no matter how hard they tried. Sarah somehow managed to talk—or rather, not talk—her way out of the media. CD just shook her head and gestured for Azzi to follow Paige out to the media table. Calling out something about ‘leaving room for Jesus’ as they made their way out of the locker room.
Now they were sitting a seat apart at the media table, blinding lights above them, a sea of reporters in front of them.
The question was simple: how did they prepare to take on USC with them adjusting their offense with Juju out?
Paige was quick to jump on it, working down the CD media training checklist—they’re still an incredible team, made it to the elite 8 for a reason, they run a lot of sets, they’re going through Kiki now, juju is an incredible player but they still fought without her—it was practically a script, but a very thorough one.
When she finally went quiet, the reporter asked Azzi for her answer.
Azzi smirked subtlety and turned to Paige, “you did a great job answering that”
Paige couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She leaned back and tried to play it off, but Azzi already caught her.
“Anything to add?”
Azzi turned back to the microphone in front of her, finding the reporter in the crowd, “uh, no,” she turned back to Paige holding eye contact, a smile still firmly on her face. She leaned back from the microphone and gave Paige a thumbs up, adding a quiet, “you did a great job”
It looked friendly, but Paige knew what it was. The game was over, and Azzi was unpaused. Paige flushed again, turned her head to break eye contact, realized that was way too obvious and looked back, then down, a stupid grin still firmly across her face.
The reporter moved on to the next question, but the moment—that familiar tension, and the heat that came with it—stuck.
***
They made their way back to the locker room quickly. A few members of the team team still lingered, but the noise had died down to a tired buzz. Less celebrating, more discussing where they were door dashing dinner from.
The two of them packed up their bags, catching each other's eyes from across the locker room far more than two normal people should. Azzi finally zipped her bag and moved to sling it over her shoulder, but Paige closed the gap between them and reached out to stop her before she got the chance.
Azzi turned to her, a little confused, and Paige just said, “lemme carry that for you”
She grabbed it out of Azzi’s hand and slung it over her own shoulder.
Azzi grinned, “thanks p” she cooed, hand rubbing up and down her lower back, pushing her towards the locker room door.
Most of the team had already left, the hotel had shuttles running back and forth from the arena every ten minutes or so, so there was no need for everyone to leave together.
Paige and Azzi waited near the front door, shoulders brushing. Azzi on her phone, Paige staring out at the parking lot beyond the door.
Then, out of nowhere Azzi chuckled softly, “Ice just texted me, said: ‘ kk’s in my room, she brought a toothbrush, y’all have fun’ ”
Paige snorted, “oh my god—”
Azzi cut her off and continued,“Oh, and she just said to keep it down,” she chirped, “ they don’t want nightmares”
Paige groaned and leaned her chin onto Azzi’s shoulder, peeking down at her texts with ice.
“We aren’t even that loud—”
***
They broke into Paige's room in a hurry. More fueled by Paige than Azzi, something she couldn’t quite understand. Paige had been held over by their “pep-talk”, Azzi , on the other hand, had been waiting all day.
Paige knew. That was why Azzi had been teasing her all day. She knew it would get her exactly what she wanted—and Paige was ready to give. To be good for her, thank her, worship her, savor her, please her. She wanted it so bad it hurt.
Paige dropped their bags at the door, quick to close it behind them and slide the deadbolt with a heavy click .
Azzi was quick to bridge the gap between them, wrapping her arms around Paige’s neck and leaning in so their faces were just inches apart.
“You were so good today baby” Azzi’s voice was low, hungry.
Paige felt that familiar feeling creep up on her. The way her mind went gummy and warm. The heat that crept into her face and between her legs.
“hm?” She hummed, fishing for another hit of what Azzi knew made her crazy.
”you heard me.” She pressed a kiss to Paige's cheek, “you were such a good girl today”
A shy grin spread across Paige’s face. Azzi’s words trickled down her spine, diffusing into every inch of her body. Making her knees weak, her hands wander, and her mind buzz relentlessly.
Azzi continued, “gave me that massage this morning” she pressed another kiss to her jaw, “stayed quiet when when I made you feel good,” she trailed her lips down her neck, iliciting a quiet whimper from Paige, “you fucked up USC, then carried my bags back, like you weren’t the star tonight.”
Paige groaned as Azzi’s lips moved lower down her neck, “ fuck , stop teasing ma” she whined, grabbing at the hem of azzi’s sweatshirt. That made Azzi pick up her head to meet Paige's gaze.
“I don't wanna tease you, just tell me what you want P” she breathed, hands twisting into Paige's ponytail that still hung loose down her back.
Paige leaned closer, pressing a kiss to the corner of Azzi’s mouth, then whispered, “I just want to make you feel good, return the favor” Low. Desperate.
Azzi tipped her head back and let Paige explore her jaw, sighing gently as she felt her nip along the smooth skin,“where do you want me?” She breathed.
Paige ignored the question. Her hands wandered, tracing along the curve of Azzi’s waist beneath her sweatshirt. Her lips shifted from her jaw down to her neck, peppering featherlight kisses down her throat until she reached the collar of Azzi’s sweatshirt.
Azzi brought one of her hands from Paige’s hair to the curve of her cheek, forcing her head away from her neck and pulling her up so they were face to face. Paige’s eyes were glossed over, pupils blown wide. Her lips were parted ever so slightly, and a weak, helpless whimper slipped from somewhere deep in her chest.
“Paige, where do you want me?” Azzi asked again, tracing her thumb over her cheek.
“here’s fine, I jus’ wanna touch you” Paige panted, desperate for more.
“ Good girl ” Azzi cooed, dropping Paige's face and letting her latch back onto her neck, licking gently at the still-salty skin. Paige's hands were still fisted in Azzi’s sweatshirt. She tugged gently, asking a question she couldn't form with words.
Azzi’s hands slipped from Paige’s hair down her back, until they left her entirely and instead met her hands at the hem of her sweatshirt.
“You want this off?”
Paige couldn't bring herself to break contact to reply, instead, she hummed a whiney “Mhm” against Azzi’s neck
Azzi smiled and took a step back, reaching down for the hem of her shirt. She lifted it slowly, and Paige's hands flew to her newly exposed midriff. She traced her hands along Azzi’s warm skin as she continued to pull off the sweatshirt, tracing along the dips and peaks of her ribs with a quiet reverence reserved for moments like this. Soft, intimate, theirs .
The sweatshirt was left in a crumpled pile on the floor, thrown with little mind. Azzi was still covered by a sports bra, but Paige hardly got the chance to notice. Paige’s lips found Azzi’s skin again like they were pulled by a magnet. She traced along her collar bone, kissing, nipping, sucking, worshipping every new inch she was given.
Slowly, she kissed along the exposed peak of Azzi’s breasts, trailing down her chest. She finally made her way to the seam lining the scoop neck of Azzi’s sports bra and took it between her teeth, pulling gently.
“You can take it off”
Paige slipped her fingers under the band of the bra, slowly cooking it up and over her breasts. She groaned as Azzi’s tits gently bounced loose, finally freed from their prison of spandex and polyester. Azzi lifted her arms and Paige pulled the fabric up and over her head, quickly discarding it the second it cleared her arms.
Paige's hands slid back down Azzi’s arms until she found the ridges of her ribs once again.
She tentatively cupped one of her breasts, dipping her head back to her chest. The kisses were quick at first. A featherlight brush of her lips tracing along every dip and swell. Then it deepened.
Her tongue pressed into her in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss across one of her tits, groaning as she went. Azzi sucked in a sharp breath as Paige left a slick trail of spit on her wake, quickly cooled by the chilled air in the room.
Paige tried to continue unhurried. Go slow, make it last—but she couldn't help it. She took one of Azzi’s nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud, eliciting a breathy groan from her. Paige hummed against her nipple at the sound of it, sucking harder, chasing her pleasure. She pulled off of one nipple, kissing along Azzi’s chest until she reached the other. She sucked around it first, tongue tracing patterns against the soft skin of her breast. Then she used one hand to cup her tit, bringing it to her mouth, and taking her other nipple into her mouth. She sucked once, twice, then swirled her tongue with reverent attention to detail, chasing Azzi’s gasps and shudders.
Azzi’s head tipped back, and she let out a breathy moan.
“feels so good baby,” she groaned, low and needy, “got me so wet for you”
Paige moaned and pulled back from her chest, lips glossy from her own spit.
“yeah?” She panted, out of breath and too riled up to catch it.
”fuck yes, been dripping for you all day.” Azzi took one of Paige's hands and dragged it down her body, past the waistband of her shorts, beyond the seam of her panties, until her fingertips were hovering just outside of Azzi’s entrance. Slowly, Azzi pressed Paige’s hand against her cunt, and the feeling was enough to make her whimper. She was hot, dripping with slick, her pussy was practically drooling onto her thighs.
“feel that? That’s all you” Azzi whispered, “You know how it makes me feel when you’re this good for me”
Paige moaned. Not something subtle—it was loud, straight from her chest. Azzi’s words bypassed her brain and made their way directly between her legs. Her boxers were already ruined, her own cunt throbbing with need, but she didn’t want the attention—she knew that this was enough. Azzi’s moans, her words, her praise —that was all she needed.
She slipped a finger past her entrance with ease, feeling the way Azzi's slick slowly coated her skin. It was enough to make her groan again, laced with red-hot desire and the uncontrollable urge to please.
“Shit mama, wanna taste you— please —can I?” She begged, any notion of shame out the window.
“I know baby,” Azzi mused, “you gotta come to bed first, okay?”
Paige nodded, and slowly drew her hand out of Azzi. She whimpered at the feeling, but quickly composed herself and made her way to one of the beds, Paige eagerly trailing behind.
Azzi hopped up onto the bed, rolling over and settling on her back, head up against the pillows, knees spread apart like an invitation. One that Paige accepted graciously.
She flopped down on her stomach crawling up the mattress until she was settled firmly between Azzi’s thighs, hands already reaching for the waistband of her shorts. She tucked her fingers into the elastic and dragged them down Azzi’s thighs in one smooth motion, leaving them at her ankles. Now she was just separated from Azzi by her panties, a thin, seamless pair, already soaked and useless. She didn’t even bother taking them off, just slid them to the side and dove in.
She didn’t work her into it, just licked a solid stripe up Azzi’s cunt, drawing a quiet whimper from somewhere deep in her chest. That only made her dive deeper. Paige moaned against her desperately, hands sliding up Azzi’s thighs to hold her open, nails digging into her skin ever so slightly as she lapped at her.
Azzi’s hands found the back of Paige’s head pulling her closer as she babbled around sighs and moans.
“ Fuck Paige, so fucking good for me” she moaned, head tipping back against the pillows behind her.
Paige moaned again, the sound vibrating against Azzi’s clit. She rolled her hips into the mattress absentmindedly, chasing friction. She tilted her head, nose brushing against Azzi’s clit as she attacked her cunt. Her chin was already smeared with slick, glossy with Azzi and her own spit.
Azzi moaned again, fingers threading through Paige's ponytail and pulling her back ever so slightly.
Paige picked up her head, just enough to separate herself from Azzi’s pussy to look up at her, “too much?” She panted, still breathless.
Azzi took her in. The way her face was coated with slick, how pink and glossy her lips were, the dazed look in her eyes she always got when she ate her out. It was all so fucking perfect.
“God, no fuck, I just needed a second.” She breathed, voice a little shaky, “You’re making me feel so good Paige, so fucking good”
Paige took a shaky breath, trying to ignore the throb of her own pussy at the comment. She could feel herself dripping just from her words alone.
“You can keep going pretty girl” Azzi cooed, thumb stroking along Paige's hair.
Paige let out a muffled whine and turned her attention back to Azzi’s pussy. She lowered her head so she was just centimeters from her aching center, then slowly she pursed her lips, letting a warm glob of spit fall from her mouth onto Azzi’s clit. She watched as it trickled down her folds, then dove back in, sloppily lapping up the spit, taking in the way Azzi twitched and moaned beneath her.
“ Unh —so good,” Azzi moaned, pressing Paige deeper into her cunt, “fucking perfect baby”
Paige groaned against her again, something pooling deep in her stomach, red hot and aching. She moved her hands from Azzi’s hips, sliding them down the side of her thighs until they were back under her. She propped herself up onto her elbows, brought her hands to Azzi’s pussy, and used her thumbs to spread her wider so she could work at her clit in flat, languishing strokes that made Azzi writhe beneath her.
“ Mhm , just like that, so fucking good” Azzi moaned, hips rolling up against Paiges mouth, chasing something more.
Paige lapped at her folds again, tongue sharp and quick, working her way back down to her entrance, then back up to her clit again in a slow, teasing stroke.
Azzi gasped, head lolling back as she bucked against Paige helplessly. Paige brought one of her hands down to Azzi’s entrance, drooling with slick, and gently teased at it, dipping one finger into her tentatively. That was met with a whimper as Azzi picked up her head and stared down at her.
“ Fuck Paige, please—” she cried. Paige obliged without hesitation. She slipped one finger in, curling it, mouth still working against her tirelessly.
Azzi moaned again, nodding frantically, “ mmm just like that baby, always fuckin’ me right.”
Paige slid in a second finger, moaning at the ease of it all. The way it sunk in effortlessly, the only resistance being the clench of Azzi’s pussy as she twitched at the stimulation of it all. She drew them back and slipped them in again, curling at the end of each stroke, still lapping through Azzi’s folds like she was starved.
She could feel Azzi starting to twitch around her, the way her breaths were growing more shallow, and her moans were growing louder and more uncontrolled. Word’s, too, were becoming an issue.
“ Shit —so— unh —so fuckin good”
That was about all she had been able to get out for the bast five minutes. Paige's jaw was growing sore, threatening to lock if she didn’t stop soon, but she paid it no mind. She just wanted Azzi’s release, that was sweet enough. Paige was close too, teetering on the edge, hopelessly grinding against the mattress and borderline dripping through her boxers.
Paige’s lips found Azzi’s clit, gently closing around it and sucking gently, tongue teased across the sensitive mound. Her fingers curled, hitting a spongy spot that made Azzi fall apart every time.
Azzi moaned, the sound filling the room, accompanied by the obscenely wet sound of Paige’s fingers in her cunt, and her tongue against her folds.
“m’ so fucking close,” she whimpered, hands gripping at any part of Paige she could reach.
Azzi’s thighs tensed around Paige’s head, twitching as Azzi bucked against her mouth. Paige moaned one last time, still latched around her clit, and that was enough to push Azzi over the edge.
She gripped Paige’s ponytail so hard her knuckles went white with the effort. Her thighs collapsed in on her head, shaking uncontrollably. Her back arched up off the mattress, pushing her further into Paige’s mouth. Paige lapped at her still, not slowing down until her spasming slowed and Azzi’s thighs loosened enough around her head for her to prop herself up and look at her.
Azzi was staring back down at her, eyes half open, remnants of what looked like tears still damp against her cheeks. She looked wrecked, but beautifully so. She surveyed Paige, eyes tracking from her eyes, to her mouth, and her chin, glossy with spit and slick and her .
“You look so pretty like this, my slick all over you” she brought her hand to Paige's cheek, contact that she leaned into gladly with a quiet whimper. She could feel herself throbbing still, and Azzi must’ve been able to tell, because she cocked her head and asked, “You needy baby? Want me to—”
Paige shook her head, “no mama, I um—can’t you just—“ she stumbled over her words, still a little breathless.
“What do you want me to do?” Azzi asked, thumb still tracing across her cheekbone.
Paige flushed, face going red hot with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, “can you just—um, fuck —can you sit on my face?” She asked shyly, looking down in an attempt to ease the awkwardness of the question. She took a deep breath and quietly added, “and uh—just, keep talkin’— please ma?”
Azzi looked down at her, confused, just for a second. Then she caught onto the desperation in her voice, how she couldn't quite form a sentence, how her breath was still shaky and sharp—she was close, just from eating her out. She looked like she was one comment away from coming on the spot.
“Okay baby, roll over for me and get on your back yeah?” Azzi murmured, sitting up to let Paige take her spot on the bed.
Paige obliged immediately, eagerly flipping herself over and shimmying her way up the bed until her head was resting just below the pillows. Azzi turned to face the wall, hands reaching out to grab the headboard, steadying herself as she lifted one knee, moving it so she was straddling Paige's face. She hovered there for a moment, waiting for Paige.
She whimpered beneath her, hands grasping at her hips, trying her hardest to pull her closer.
“ Please , Azzi” she whined, hands sliding from her hips to her ass, squeezing gently.
Azzi couldn't deprive her any longer—not when she was that desperate. She lowered herself slowly, gasping when she finally made contact with her. The slick on her chin had gone cold in the time she’d taken to catch her breath. That, mixed with the bump of Paige's nose against her clit, and the slow flicking of her tongue against her folds was enough to make her moan, deep, gutteral, and absolutely wrecked .
Azzi’s head tipped back, grinding into Paige's face slowly, “Mmm you feel so good under me baby,” she groaned.
Paige whimpered beneath her again, the sound vibrating through her, sending electric shocks through her whole body—enough to make her shiver. Paige could barely breathe, but that didn’t matter. All she cared about was Azzi, the feeling of her, slick against her face, her taste, the sounds she made each time she flicked her tongue just right.
Azzi spoke again, voice breathy and teasing, “you like it when I use you like this?” She rolled her hips again, dragging her cunt across Paige’s mouth. She moaned underneath her again. Azzi took a sharp breath and continued, “Riding you until I’m dripping down your face? Till you’re drowning in me, baby?”
Paige throbbed at her words. Her thighs clenched together, chasing friction she barely needed. She was so fucking close.
Azzi’s thighs twitched as Paige lapped at her harder, shaking her head side to side gently, enough to make her cry out again.
“I fucking love it—” Azzi groaned, tone more desperate now, “love hearing your pretty little moans, love watching you fall apart under me”
That sent Paige over the edge. She moaned, the muffled by Azzi’s cunt. Her thighs spasmed, body twitching as her orgasm ripped through her.
Azzi was quick to follow, still sensitive from her last orgasm, now borderline overstimulated as Paige continued to eat her, unrelenting, even through her own arrival. She moaned, not paying any mind to who could hear. Her knuckles went white as she fought to keep herself upright, clinging onto the headboard like it was the only thing keeping her conscious.
Paige whined as Azzi slowly rose from her face, legs still weak from the aftershocks.
She took a moment just to catch her breath, then looked down at Paige. Her eyes were half lidded and her face was slick. She looked straight up pussy drunk—fucked out and in no rush to recover.
“You okay?” Azzi asked, voice laced with genuine concern.
Paige swallowed, eyes finding Azzi’s face, “Better than okay” she breathed, sounding a little dazed, “you okay?”
Azzi chuckled at the question, “I’m amazing baby—made me feel so good”
Paige's eyes closed slowly, lips curling into an almost drunken grin. Azzi slowly crawled down from on top of her, still a little shaky but determined to pull herself together.
She grabbed one of Paige's hands and brushed the back of it with her thumb, “will you let me clean you up?”
Paige opened her eyes and lazily rolled her head to the side to face Azzi, “you can do whatever you want to me mama” she mumbled sleepily.
Azzi snorted and rolled her eyes. If there’s one thing her girlfriend had, it was the humor—and maturity—of a teenage boy, even now, when she was exhausted and still recovering from her orgasm.
“Get up, we’re showering” she chuckled, grabbing onto her hand and pulling on her nearly-limp arm. Paige perked up at the mention of a shower, slowly pulling herself up from the bed so she could lean in close to Azzi.
“Shower? Am I hearing round two?” She hummed, still grinning like an idiot.
Azzi stood from the bed, pulling Paige up with her and pressing a kiss to her forehead, “as good as you were, I don’t think I have anything left in me” she mumbled.
Azzi grabbed both of Paige's wrists and pulled her up from the bed, and continued, “Just a quick shower, then bed. We gotta be in Tampa tomorrow, got a natty to win, remember?