𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝑮𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒅

twenty one

Before Liv joined Fez in the car, she snuck up at the latter that led to her room and grabbed some cash. She didn't want to walk inside because she wanted to make her parents think she actually left the house.

"What happened?" Fezco asked when she got in. She shook her head, staring at the road in front of her. They didn't start driving yet, but she wanted nothing more than to leave the property.

"They're fucking assholes." Liv said. Fez let out a sigh, putting his hand on her thigh again.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked. She looked over at him.

They stopped at the liquor store, Olivia buying every bottle of alcohol she remotely recognized the name of. They parked the car outside the store, drinking. Fezco didn't drink as much as her, knowing he was driving. He acted like he was, though, wanting her to be able to feel like she could get drunk with him. The two of them decided to just go back to Fezco's.

They had to go through a tunnel in order to get to Fez' s house. Liv, not being sober, decided it was a good idea to stick her head out of the sun roof and put her hands up in the air.

Two things happened in that tunnel.

One; this was the moment Olivia decided she wasn't going to go through with the good girl act anymore. Whether it was people in school, or her parents, or whoever the fuck, she was done. She couldn't keep up with herself anymore, and she didn't want to play the princess role.

Two; Fezco fell in love. Fez was always in love with Olivia, he knew that. And, he said it before. But now he knew he really couldn't stop getting enough of her. Fezco really really fucking loved her, and he never wanted anything to happen to her or their relationship. Looking at her through the sunroof as he drove, the wind making her hair fly and her arms in the air. He was in love with her, and there was nothing he could do about it.

They got back to Fez's place safely and went straight to the bedroom. They started by just making out, but she kept tugging on his dress shirt, so he took it off.

"I want you to fuck me." She told him, now going to straddle his lap. He smirked. She was drunk, and he was tipsy. But something told him she would've said this even if she was sober.

He put his hands on her waist and moved her so her back was laying on the bed. He took his pants off so he was now in his underwear, and managed to take off her shirt, too.

She sat up and made her mouth's way to his dick.

Fez has hooked up with other girls before, but none of them gave better head or felt better than Olivia. Maybe it was because he loved her, or maybe because she took such good care of herself. Whatever it was, he was obsessed with it.

She didn't make him come. She teased him, not wanting him to be finished just yet.

They both took off her shorts, and he didn't wait to stick his fingers inside of her. She was already wet. It turned him on even more, if that was even fucking possible.

Liv let out a yelp by how hard he was pumping in and out of her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She didn't want him to stop. Just like she teased him, though, he didn't let her come.

He didn't look for a condom, not really caring about anything besides fucking her. She just didn't think of it.

Fezco shoved his dick inside of her, being careful at first. He quickly escalated his speed. His head buried itself in the crook of her neck, enjoying the feeling of her nails in his back.

There was no sound in the room besides skin slapping, the headboard of his bed hitting the wall, and moans escaping both of their lips. When they both finished, he collapsed on top of her. She wasn't done with him, yet.

Olivia surprised Fezco by flipping them both around and getting on top. He didn't know how she was able to do that, since he weighed more than her. Neither of them thought about it too much, though. He was just excited to have more sex with her.

She was now riding his dick, going up and down. When she started getting tired, he put his hands on her hips and helped her. Once they both came a second time, she collapsed on top of him.

She tried to move to the other side of the bed, but he held her there. He didn't want either of them to move, even though they were both sweaty, hot and panting. He just wanted to hold her and stay there in the moment.

When Olivia looked up at him, she saw Fezco was already staring down at her, stroking her hair. She smiled and kissed him, both of them content with each other and not needing anything or anyone else but the other.