Envy

A/N: A little quickie ;)
Enjoy!

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Mary Jane


“I'm looking for attention - Not another question - Should you stay or should you go? - Well, if you don't have the answer - Why are you still standin' here? - Hey, hey, hey, hey - Just walk away!” Lindsey sang loudly, hairbrush in hand as she walked around the bedroom, bobbing her head along with the blaring music.

Her hair was pulled high on top of her head, piled sloppily, as she pranced around in Paul’s old High School football jersey -they had let the players keep them, evidently. Paul wasn’t home yet, and Lindsey, being bored out of her mind turned on the radio and started cleaning up the bedroom. Obviously it didn’t last that long, since now she had resorted to dancing like an idiot around the whole apartment.

Lindsey continued singing, twirling around and bopping her head along to the music, when she turned around to find Paul leaning in the bedroom doorway with a huge, sexy smirk on his face, his dark hair falling slightly in his eyes. Lindsey -startled- gasped loudly and blushed, her blue eyes widening with embarrassment.

“Paul!” Lindsey said tightly, turning the radio down, “You scared the shit out of me!”

Paul chuckled, rolling his shoulder back, as walked towards Lindsey and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body close to his, “You’re so cute.” he said quietly.

Lindsey drew her brows together as a distinct smell invaded her nose. “Paul…” she sighed, pushing at his chest, “I thought you said you stopped that.” she looked up into his dark eyes, the whites slightly bloodshot and glazed over.

Paul shrugged, “I went over to Landon’s and had a beer.” he sighed softly, “What’s the big deal?”

“Uh…the big deal is that you said you stopped smoking, and now you come home, smelling like it and expect me to believe that you just ‘had a beer’?” Lindsey snorted, shaking her head, “I’m not stupid, Paul. I know when you’re high, and I know what it smells like.”

Paul groaned, tiling his head back, “Jesus, Linds, its not like I’m shooting up heroine here.” he pointed out, running his fingers through his hair, he scrubbed at his scalp, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly at the feeling, “It’s just pot.”

Lindsey pursed her lips and sighed heavily, walking into the bathroom, where she slammed and locked the door. Paul rolled his eyes and undressed down to his boxers, throwing his dirty clothes in the hamper. He scratched his toned abdomen softly, looking around. God, he was so fucking high -and hungry. Smirking, Paul made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge door and standing in front of it, letting the cool air chill his skin. What did he want?

“No…” Paul groaned, moving around things in the fridge, “No…ewe, no. Fuck… there’s nothing good.” he mumbled, trying the pantry instead. “Hell yeah.” he grinned, finding a bag of chips.

Paul got a beer out of the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table with his bag of chips, munching away and nursed his beer when his mouth got too dry to chew properly. Life was pretty good right about now, he had his beer, his chips…and he was high as fuck. Feeling great. No worries. Paul looked around the kitchen, bobbing his head to the music that played softly on the radio. He probably looked ridiculous, but really didn’t care. He was high.

It wasn’t as if he smoked all the time -yeah, he did stop for a while. It had actually been eight months since he last smoked. But work had been stressful lately and Paul had been on the edge for about a week or so. His best friend, Landon, convinced him to go over to his place and have a beer and somehow convinced Paul to let him smoke him out, and calm his nerves down. Landon was right, all he needed to chill out was to toke it up a few times, and he’d be good for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, Lindsey really hated drugs. Paul didn’t consider marijuana a drug though, it was just…weed.

After a while, Paul started to feel himself coming down from his high and with a heavy sigh, he looked down into the chip bag to realize that he’d eaten the whole damn bag. How did that happen? After throwing away the empty chip bag, Paul cracked his neck, and made his way back into his and Lindsey’s bedroom, to find Lindsey already in bed, laying on her side, facing away from where Paul slept. She was pissed.

“Linds.” Paul said softly, crawling into bed next to her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her body close to his. “I know you’re awake…and pissed at me.”

“Damn right I’m pissed at you.” Lindsey murmured back, tugging the covers tightly to her body.

Paul kissed her neck, “I don’t want you to go to bed mad at me.” he whispered softly against her skin.

Lindsey closed her eyes at the feeling of his hot breath against her neck and controlled her shiver, “Then maybe you shouldn’t lie to me like that.” she responded tightly. “I’m not dumb.”

“I know.” Paul murmured, moving his fingertips against her ribs slightly, but not in a way to tickle her. “I never thought you were.”

His hand moved down her ribs to rest on her hip, playing with the elastic of her panties. “How long have you been smoking for again?” Lindsey asked softly, subconsciously pressing herself back against Paul.

Paul nipped at her earlobe, and then dropped a kiss to her neck once more, sliding his hand under the waist of her panties, and between her legs, his fingertips brushing up against her. “Just tonight.” he responded.

Lindsey gasped as Paul continued to tease her, her hips going against her own will and moving along with his movements. She reached a hand back to hold the back of his neck gently, “Paul…you cant just-” Lindsey breathed, a whimper escaping her lips as he dipped a finger into her heat, “Oh god.” she groaned.

“I can’t what?” he grinned against her shoulder, pressing his arousal tightly against her ass. God he got so fucking horny when he was coming down from his high, he could barely stand it.

“I’m trying to…be pissed at you.” Lindsey whined softly, her back arching as Paul pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb teasing the throbbing bundle of nerves. She moved against his hand slowly, her bottom lip caught tightly between her teeth as her eyes closed.

Paul moved so he was hovering over Lindsey, his hand still buried under her panties and teasing her to the brink of insanity, “I told you,” his words ghosted over her mouth, along with his lips, “I don’t want you going to bed mad at me.”

Lindsey grasped Paul’s shoulders as he moved his fingers in and out of her body deeply, his arousal pressing against her tightly. Paul’s breath was hot on her lips, making them tingle slightly. He supported himself on his elbow, his fingers moving in and out. In and out. Deeper. Slower. Teasing her until Lindsey gasped, her fingernails digging into his skin slightly. Paul pressed his lips against hers, his thumb rubbing against her clit at a quicker pace.

“Oh god.” Lindsey groaned, her back arching, so her chest pressed against his gently. “Paul…please.” she panted heavily, her eyes fixed on his dark ones. Since it was dim in their bedroom, they looked inky black, almost -penetrating her pale blue orbs deeply.

“You still mad at me?” Paul grinned down at Lindsey, slipping a third finger into her slick heat. She whimpered, clamping tightly around his fingers, and made Paul groan at the thought of being inside her.

Lindsey bit her lip, stifling a moan, “Yes.” she whispered.

Paul grunted softly, pressing his mouth against hers. Slowly, he slid his tongue out to meet hers, sucking on it gently as he continued to tease Lindsey, pushing his erection against her more, tying to get some friction. Lindsey sighed into his kiss and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her toes curling slightly at the feeling of his fingers inside her.

Paul traced his kissed down her jaw line to her neck, sucking gently at the flesh there. Lindsey cooed and arched against him, turning her head to give him more room. He nipped at her skin and plunged his fingers into her deeply, curling his fingers to hit that deep spot that made her go crazy. Lindsey cried out loudly and bucked her hips. Paul couldn’t help but smirk against her.

“Come for me, baby girl.” Paul rasped against her skin, groaning when Lindsey moved in such a way to rub her body against his erection. He panted heavily, his nerve endings going haywire with sensitivity from his high.

Lindsey lifted her shirt up, over her bare breasts and ran her fingertips across her skin there, breathing heavily, “Paul…” she said softly -he almost didn’t hear.

Paul continued to tease her, pumping his fingers roughly against the deep spot as she rubbed her body against his. Her naked flesh pressed against his chest was driving him crazy. “That’s it.” he urged her on when Lindsey gasped loudly, her inner muscles tightening around his fingers, “Yeah, baby girl, let go. Come for me.” he purred against her ear seductively.

Lindsey ran her hands down Paul’s toned back, and back up, where she gripped his hard shoulders and cried out, clenching her eyes tightly as she let her orgasm take over her body. Paul kept at it -pumping away at her insides as he licked and kissed her collarbone, his thumb pressing snugly against her throbbing clit.

In a matter of moments, Paul was sliding into Lindsey’s soaking heat, and he watched as she trembled beneath him -fully aware of how sensitive her body was right now. “So fucking good.” Paul mumbled dropping his head to Lindsey’s shoulder, “Fuckin tight.”

Lindsey moaned loudly in response as Paul started pushing in and out of her body. His movements deepening and quickening with every thrust. Soon, he had Lindsey’s hands interlocked with his, above her head as she closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted and a low whine escaping her lips with every push inside of her. Deep, and penetrating, his thrusts were. Goose bumps arose across Lindsey’s arms and legs as Paul slid a hand down to hold her hip tightly, his head dropping down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth.

“Oh…” Lindsey gasped, tightening her legs around Paul’s waist. Her head pressed back against her pillow while her breathing got deeper, “Yes, like that.” she whimpered.

Paul grinned against her skin, his hand sliding down to tease her clit, rubbing and pinching her there. “Yeah?” he asked, urging her on, “Like that, don’t you, baby girl?” he said huskily against her mouth as Lindsey cried out in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so fuckin good. So fuckin tight, Linds.”

Lindsey buried one hand in Paul’s hair and whimpered against his lips, “Paul…please.” she said softly.

Paul grunted heavily, pounding into her aching body, “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked, trailing his lips across her cheek to her ear. He nipped at the lobe gently, “You can have anything, baby girl…just say the word.” he rasped, his pace steady and hard, his voice coming out slightly shaky.

Lindsey smiled softly against Paul’s ear, “I want you to make me come,” she whispered, “I want you to fuck me until I cant walk for days…oh god…” she whimpered.

Paul smirked, surprised by her talking like that, “I think you should starting talking more.” he grunted softly, pushing into her body deeply.

A/N: Don’t forget to review! Kind of a teaser, huh? But still juicy smut. Love it. Sorry if I ruined anyone’s vision of Paul with the whole smoking pot thing, but he IS mine (*evil laugh*) and I shall do what I want with him. At least he’s not a pot-head..?

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