Honest 🔼 {Paul/OC/Embry}

1: About Getting Harder

He chuckled, his voice low and gravelly.  "Too good to be true."

Now I chuckled. I liked being in control of him, even if it was just when he wanted a back massage.  I pushed just a little harder and he growled. "That's the spot. Don't stop, Kee." I rotated my elbow around in a circle until he panted, "Oh, God.  Too much! You got it."

I laughed as I climbed off of him.  "Wow, Paul. I can only imagine what your mom thinks we're doing in here."

He sucked in a deep breath and chuckled as he rolled over and sat up against his headboard.  I kept a safe distance between us as I sat on his bed and leaned against the wall with my knees pulled up to my chest.  Honestly, my nipples were rock hard from all his moaning and I couldn't take his teasing if he noticed. 

I watched him as he dropped his head back and stared up at the ceiling.  He rubbed his hands over his face and chuckled. "You know the reason why I don't want you to find a boyfriend, right?"

I blinked quickly at him as his gaze drifted over to me.  I shrugged and forced a smile as my chest clenched tightly in anticipation.  "I have no idea," I prodded.

He slid his enormous hand around my waist and pulled me close to him, manipulating my legs to straddle his lap.  He pulled my right hand into his and began massaging the muscle between my thumb and forefinger. "Is this where it hurts?" he asked, focusing all his energy into kneading the muscles in my hand as my eyes poured over him.

"Yeah, right there," I replied, trying to hide the hitch in my breath as he touched my skin. 

He peered up at me and smiled a little. "If you get a boyfriend, there's no way he'll let you come over here and work on my back...or spend the night," he added with a gleam in his eye.

"Yeah," I sighed quickly, trying to hold my breath so he couldn't hear me panting. "It's bad enough that most people think we're fucking anyway."

Paul's eyes snapped to mine and he smirked.  "Wishful thinking on your part, huh?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes hard and shook my head.  "You've gotta be the cockiest bastard I've ever met."

"It's your fantasy," he teased.  Ever since I woke Paul up moaning his name during one of my wet dreams about him, he wouldn't let up teasing me about it.  

I pulled my hand from his grasp and pushed on his chest.  "I'm outta here," I grumbled as I climbed off his lap and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Oh my God, Keegan.  It was just a joke."

"Leave me alone," I told him as I started shoving my books into my bag.  We had started out studying before he convinced me to work on his back. It didn't take much to convince me considering I loved touching his bare skin.  Every time he took his shirt off in front of me here lately, I had to remind myself to breathe. It seemed like every day he was getting bigger, more muscular, more definition in his arms, and his abs were so pronounced that I often found it difficult not to touch them.  

Yep.  I had a serious problem.

"You can't go yet," he practically whined. "You always sleep over on Saturday nights."

"We're getting too old to do this, Paul.  It's not normal." I meant it too. Who sleeps over with a boy when you're 16 years old?

"You didn't act like this before, Kee.  Is it because you've got this massive crush on me?" he teased.  "I know I'm irresistible, but damn…"

I tossed my bag down and tackled him.  "Oh fuck off, Paul!" I exclaimed, attacking his ribs with vicious tickles as he squirmed under me.  

I knew him well enough to know just where to attack him and he was just strong enough to get the upper hand with little to no effort.  He pushed me back, climbing on top of me and wedging me between him and the mattress. "Let me go!" I squealed as he pinned his hands over my head and straddled my legs with his overly muscular thighs.  The look in his eyes was almost… predatory.  

"Fine," he huffed after another minute of his intense, animalistic staring.  But he didn't move off me.

"You see something you like?" I teased, using one of his cocky phrases against him.

He blinked quickly.  Shit. I got him. "Speechless?  That's new," I murmured softly.

He smirked and nibbled his lower lip.  Feeling even more brave, I reached up, slid my hands behind his back and dragged my nails over his skin.  He squeezed his eyes shut and fell forward, planting his hands on the bed, on either side of my face. "Quit fucking with me," he gasped quietly.

"Am I?" I teased, digging a little harder as my nails trailed up his back and down again.  "I didn't realize this bothered you."

He shuddered slightly as I raked my fingers through his hair and pulled gently.  "Fuck," he mumbled as he lowered his mouth to my neck, his body still hovering above mine.

I froze when he began dragging his lips along my collarbone and back up to my earlobe.  I made fists in his hair and let my eyes fall closed when I heard him say, "Does that feel good?"

I swallowed thickly and didn't respond, for fear he was just messing with me and taking delight in the fact that I was completely turned on.  "Paul, wait...what are we doing?"

"I don't know," he hummed against my skin.  

It took all my strength to push him away.  I hated to do it. Paul was all I thought of, all I had wanted for so long.  But I didn't want anything else to happen between us unless it was for the right reasons.  "Paul…"

He lazily raised his head and gazed down at me.  "Yeah?" he replied, his voice husky with desire.

"We should talk."

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A/N: I know, I know!  I shouldn't have started another fic lol but this was supposed to be a one parter and it just got out of control!  Please leave a comment and let me know what you think so far.