Jason had one hand around thrown around Piper's waist and a red solo cup in the other. He laughed loudly at something one of the other boys was saying while Percy chuckled awkwardly at his side. Gods, why did he let them drag him to this party.
He walked over to the bar, which was actually just a kitchen counter with half empty bottles of various drinks. It was however, a quite large and fancy kitchen counter with a raised area above the sink and chairs along one side, so it worked quite well as a bar. He grabbed a beer and plopped down on a leather sofa in what was probably a study most of the time, but was currently a mess of drunk teenagers flirting, crying, or making out on top of what appeared to be a very nice wooden desk. Percy didn't even know whose house this was but they must have some serious money. The room wasn't perfectly peaceful, but it was still a nice escape from the drunken screaming and dancing happening in the rest of the house. That is, until the couple on the desk started going further than making out. The girl flipped, putting her naked backside on display for the whole room and screaming "C'mon, fuck me daddy!"
Percy decided now was a good time to walk back to his friends.
Jason was chatting with Talia, Piper, some of his friends from the wrestling team, and a short dark haired boy Percy didn't recognize.
They were all listening to Jason tell a story, animated as ever.
"… and then I stuck my hand in and, I swear, there was a real live toad in there!"
Percy groaned. He'd heard this story a million times. He was about to tell Jason to think of something else to talk about at parties when a girl with a curly blonde braid and pair of piercing blue eyes started bouncing towards them.
She threw her arms around the moody boy with messy hair who was standing next to Thalia.
"Nicooooo!" she greeted him excitedly "Look who finally decided to throw a party"
"Wait-" Percy looked at the boy, drowning in his sweater and hiding behind his hair. "This is your house?"
The girl answered for him. "Oh yeah, his dad is like this super rich, super mysterious, elusive businessman. I've been begging Nico to throw a party here for ages."
"Ugh, Annabeth," Nico groaned
Annabeth. That was her name. Annabeth. He rolled it around on his tongue. It was pretty. She was pretty. Blue eyes and freckles against her tan…
"Dude!" Oh, she was talking to him. "Rachel's been staring at you all night you should go over there."
"Nah," he said. "We decided we're better as friends."
Trying to break the awkward silence, Percy continued, "but you two.." He gestured between Annabeth and Nico, "very cute together."
They both bust out laughing at that. Seeing Percy's confused expression, Nico pointed at himself, "super gay."
Ah.
"and I'm into… taller guys," Annabeth said, making direct eye contact with Percy.
Was she… flirting with him?
"That's my cue," said Nico, heading back to the bar.
She stepped closer to him. "I've been to Nico's house enough that I know how to get upstairs, but I could show you if you want."
Yup, definitely flirting.
"Oh, yeah stairs are cool, yeah." What the fuck, Percy. Stairs are cool? Idiot. She was obviously way too cool for him anyway.
Annabeth just laughed and Percy felt himself getting dragged through the crowd of people and up the stairs. All the doors upstairs were closed, obviously off limits, but Annabeth seemed to know where she was going. She stopped at the last door on the right - knocked. When there was no answer she opened the door for Percy. She checked that there was no one in the hallway before following him in and shutting the door behind them. She smirked at an obviously nervous Percy who was sitting on the edge of a jewel encrusted king size bed fiddling with his hands. Annabeth radiated confidence.
"So, whadya wanna do?" she asked
"Maybe we could- you could-" Percy cleared his throat, blushing hard. "you could, I dunno, suck me off then I could do it for you.." he said quickly, opting to look down at his hands in his lap instead of making eye contact.
Annabeth laughed. "Yeah, alright but we're gonna do it my way, kay?"
Percy didn't know what "my way" meant, but he was ready to agree to just about anything this girl asked him to do.
She grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him into the attatched master bathroom.
"I'm not fucking in Nico's parents bed," she explained, gesturing at the fancy black silk sheets where Percy was just sitting.
"Yeah, gross."
The bathroom was huge. Tiny black tiles covered the entire floor, literal gemstones served as cabinet knobs, and elegant gold faucets sat perched above the deep marble basins. He spun around slowly ogling the details of the bathroom, but any thoughts of marble countertops were quickly forgotten when he turned to see Annabeth standing there in her bra. She had her hands on her hips and was obviously amused with his bathroom fascination. Her blonde braid, a bit loose and frizzy from the party, cascaded over one shoulder. She wore a simple black bra, revealing the dips of her collarbone and the smooth freckled skin between her breasts. And her abs - Gods, those abs were miraculous. Tanned and toned, the muscles curved around the soft dips of her hips and cut around her belly button. It was the perfect contrast of hard and soft. It was… A voice broke him away from his trailing thoughts.
"Alright, enough staring. Take your pants off."
The words were demanding but she said it with a smile, and something about the way she looked at him made him trust her - made him want to give up control. He undid his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor. He already had a semi just from looking at Annabeth standing ten feet away, not even fully topless. Attempting to step out of his pants, he almost tripped. Shit, he still had his shoes on. Embarrassed, he sat down on the tiled floor and began to untie his shoes. Annabeth sat down across from him and undid hers as well.
When both their shoes were off, she helped him up and stepped closer. With her pointer finger, she gently pressed his chin up, then ghosted her thumb over his lips. There were no coherent thoughts left in his brain and it took every ounce of willpower he had left not to let out an obscene moan just from having her fingers against his lips.
Then she kissed him. It was light and brief and Percy wanted more but Annabeth was already running her hands across his chest, down his stomach, to his hips. She thumbed at the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him to ask for permission. Percy nodded. He was embarrassingly hard for not having been touched at all, and seeing Annabeth on her knees in front of him was not helping.
She slid the boxers down his legs and proceeded to touch his thighs, then his stomach, his hips. She ran her fingers over his navel and around to his back. She scratched his lower back lightly with her short fingernails before moving down, cupping his ass with both hands. Oh.
She squeezed and Percy couldn't help the whimper that slipped out of him. Annabeth pressed his legs apart so he was straddling slightly, giving her access to his inner thighs. She massaged the pale skin between his legs, teasing him with her touch, pressing light kisses along his inner thighs. She was moving further and further up, right to where he needed her. His dick twitched and his heart was beating fast. She was so close he could feel her breath on it.
Then she stopped - stood up.
"Wha-" but he didn't say anything else because she was shimmying out of her tight black jeans and he could see her legs - with muscles as toned as the rest of her and a smattering of freckles across her thighs - and her butt, smooth and round, peeking out from under a pair of black panties.
She pointed him towards the bathtub and it was like he was posessed, not even questioning it as he stepped in.
"You're gonna want that shirt off," she told him, as she turned the tub to warm and began to fill a cup with water. Percy had come in here expecting a quick blowjob in an empty bedroom. Now, he had no idea what the fuck was happening, but the most intriguing girl he had ever met was about a foot away from his dick, so he wasn't about to leave.
Annabeth opened a bottle of probably really expensive soap that was sitting on the edge of the bath and rubbed it between her hands.
"I'll blow you, but not until it's clean," she explained. Percy nodded, as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
Then, her hands were on him. Percy was completely naked and Annabeth was on her knees, in her underwear, rubbing soap on his dick in the fanciest fucking bathtub he'd ever seen. When she stroked his full length, Percy moaned loudly, bucking his hips forward into her soapy hands. Annabeth took that as a sign she might have gone too far and grabbed the cup of water she'd filled earlier.
"Ready?" she asked. Percy didn't know what she meant exactly but, yeah, he was so ready.
She held the cup above his navel and slowly poured the warm water down his body. It followed his happy trail down to his dick, rinsing off the soap. The sensation was indescribable. None of his nighttime fantasies had ever included warm water being poured over the most sensitive part of his body, but he knew he'd never touch himself again without fantasizing about a bossy blonde pouring water down his front. Annabeth poured two more cups of water over Percy before she seemed satisfied that he was sufficiently clean.
Pulling a fluffy, black, monogrammed towel off the rack, she looked at him very seriously and said, "I am going to dry you off, but this towel is probably very expensive, and you are very hard so please, do not cum in the towel." They both laughed, and for a second, Percy forgot about the enormous amount of tension wound up low in his gut. Just for a second, though, because then the towel was on him. It wasn't rough or scratchy like you'd expect a towel to be, and Annabeth was rubbing the fluffy fabric against him much longer than was necessary just to get him dry.
"Annabeth," he started, going for mock seriousness but achieving more of a desperate whimper, "Stop, or I am going to cum in the towel."
She laughed - Gods, she had a beautiful laugh - and moved to dry her own legs and feet instead.
She finished, folded the towel, then seemed to realize at the same time as Percy the position they were in - with Annabeth's face inches away from Percy's painfully hard dick.
"Please," he whispered. This enigma of a girl had teased him into oblivion and it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him, but now his legs were as shaky as his breath and he felt like he might explode if she didn't touch him.
Luckily, Annabeth seemed to sense this, and gave up on teasing him any more. She pressed her tongue flat against his tip and he no longer cared about the noises he was making. She circled it once before licking along the whole underside. When she put her mouth around him, Percy felt his eyes close and the back of his head hit the wall. She bobbed twice before Percy felt his tip touch her throat and the inside of her cheeks against him as she hollowed out her mouth. That was all it took.
"Fuck, Annie I'm gonna-" he stuttered, frantically trying to pull Annabeth's mouth off him. She just pushed his hips back against the wall, bobbing and sucking as he came down her throat. When she finally felt his dick stop throbbing inside her, she stood up, a mixture of saliva and cum dripping from her lip. Percy finally opened his eyes, still breathing hard.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Uh you've got something.." He reached to wipe her lip with his thumb. She smiled at him, and Percy couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss her. Longer than their first, the kiss was soft, with Percy gently running his tongue along the inside of her mouth. They broke, and Percy grimaced at the taste of his own cum on her lips. She smirked.
"Not good?"
"No - but you were so good," he said lightheartedly. "Can I… return the favor?"
But, Annabeth was already pulling her jeans on and putting the bathroom back in order, erasing any evidence of their misdeeds for when Nico's dad came home.
He felt his heart sink a little at the thought that he wouldn't see her again. He shook the disappointment. It's not like he was looking for something serious, anyway.
She closed the drawer and walked up to him, now fully dressed, while Percy stood there naked, like an idiot.
"Rain check," she said, uncapping a black lipstick she had supposedly found in one of the drawers. He watched as she took his forearm and used the lipstick to write
309-228-3169
-Annie
He blushed, remembering what he had called her in that moment.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" He tried to form an apology but Annabeth was already halfway out the bathroom door.
"All good, P," she said with a smirk. "Call me."