Touch Tank by Quinnie 

He's so pretty when he goes down on me.

TW: Sexual Content

Oren took my phone and is currently tracing the phone call. I'm alone in the hot tub outside, the icy cold autumn air tickling my shoulders where the water doesn't hit. Everyone else just got back for the night from seeing Skye. I immediately vetoed the invite. I'm yet to even hear how things went. I don't think I even want to know.

The jets turned off minutes ago but I can't bring myself to move to turn them on again. My fingers gently soar through the water creating small waves. The dark night sky stays ominous, stars reflecting on the water.

I can hear the nearby trees whooshing softly with the breeze, some distant birds tweet, the sound of water colliding quietly beneath my movement.

My eyes are closed, soaking it all in. My pale pink bikini covers some of my body, the ties having been tied by myself making them slightly loose. 

I snap my eyes open when I hear a light splash in the water beside me. I'm met with Grayson Hawthorne, wearing some plain black swimming shorts.

I let a small smile display on my features in greeting. No words need to be shared. Just the comfortable silence between us as he sits next to me. 

I feel his hand rest on my knee.

"Little close to just be friends don't you think." I say warningly with a smirk. 

"What they don't know doesn't hurt them." He replies, looking off into the distance without even looking at me. 

His hand slides up my knee painfully slowly until he reaches my thigh. I feel butterflies swarming in my belly. His fingers gingerly draw circles on my upper thighs, scarcely close to my bikini bottoms. 

I gasp in a mouthful of air when his fingers tease over the thin material of my crotch. "Careful Paris. Can't blow our cover." He grins, still not looking at me to make it seem like we're just sitting beside each other normally as if his fingers aren't teasing me below the surface of the water.

With his spare hand Grayson turns the bubbles of the tub on to the low mode that doesn't have much jets just lots of bubbles. It now covers both our bodies from my collarbones to everywhere below. 

His hand slides up my body to my upper half and his hand slips into my bikini, he begins massaging my already hard nipples. He pulls on the string of my bikini until it falls off loosely and floats off. My breasts are fully covered by water and bubbles so an unknowing passerby would assume Grayson and I are innocently sitting next to one another whilst I wore a strapless bikini top. Completely innocent. I grab the bra immediately and throw it to the side of the hot tub. 

Suddenly he sucks in a deep breath of air and he submerges himself under the hot water. I feel a little sad he's no longer touching me but don't get a chance to express my distaste before I realise why he is under the water. 

His lips softly kiss my bare belly. I feel fire burning in my lower stomach, the burning getting lower as his kisses do.

Even if my body wasn't under water I'm certain I would still be very hot and wet because of his touch. His kisses send flutters all over my body when he kisses over the top on my underwear. I suck in a deep breath of air. 

His hands fumble to untie the strings of the bikini bottoms and when they finally do he tosses them carelessly out the tub without even looking or coming up.

He kisses my thighs, i can feel his smirk against my skin. He knows this is killing me, having him so close to my naked pussy but not touching me. 

He sucks the fat of my thighs and leaves hickeys behind. He separates from my body and comes up out the water. 

"Why'd you stop." I didn't mean for that to sound so desperate but it's how I feel. He scoffs with a teasing smirk, "Well I have to breathe sweetheart." He comments.

I feel my cheeks grow red, he opens his mouth – likely to say something teasing – but I interrupt him by pushing his head down under water again.

His lips finally connect to my folds but he doesn't go too far, still teasing me with a few soft pecks.

He separates our touch yet again but this time not to come up for air. He holds my hips firmly and repositions me to the left a little, spreading my legs ever so slightly. He holds me down firmly and when I move ever so slightly he holds my hips even harder.

I wonder what he might be doing when he reaches one hand out the tub and towards the controller to the jets. His fingers feel all the buttons until he finds the one he's looking for.

He hits the button and the jets all start blasting hard out all the nozzles. To my surprise he has positioned me perfectly over one jet which pulsates inside me, i can't help but let out a moan as his two hands firmly holding down my hips refuse to even give me a break from the constant pleasure.

"Holy shit." I murmur to myself as I feel my insides throbbing. He moves my body down a little until it's pulsing through me. I find myself getting a little more comfortable with the feeling and clutching my hands on Grayson's shoulders to let me squeeze down. 

It sharply hits every inch of my insides in a menacing vibration. I bite down on my bottom lip.  

The jets turn back to the simple bubbling ones after around thirty seconds of immense pleasure. I collapse my head back onto the edges of the tub and pant heavily. 

His head bobs up again for a breath. He looks at me with a look in his eyes that both scares me and entices me. He's not done yet.

Grayson goes under the water again and presses his lips to my folds for demanding and passionate kisses. My hand on his shoulder squeezes down when he begins using his tongue. 

Holy shit.

My whole body feels like crumbling and folding as he eats me out. I try not to moan but don't get too lucky some times letting out loud and shameless moans of pleasure. 

His tongue works wonders as he sucks my clit and plays with it, he almost separates to come up for a breath but I wrap my legs around his whole body and keep him pulled down when I hear the door open.

My head snaps around to the house and I see Max, Xander, Jameson and Avery all laughing in their bathing suits as they come closer and closer to the tub. 

"Fuck." I mutter anxiously as Grayson continues to go down on me. They hear my mumble and it draws their attention to me. 

"Hey Paris." Xander smiles, jogging towards me. He doesn't seem to notice anything peculiar going on. 

The others reach us and I try to think of ways to get us out of this. 

"You okay?" Avery asks suddenly when she sees my face. Clearly something on my face expresses there might be a problem, my eyes are also filled up with tears from the pressure of Grayson's mouth inside me. 

"Actually no." I say, pretending to wipe a tear from my eye as i keep one hand squeezes Grayson's shoulder expressing my fear he removes his mouth from my body and instead draws calming circles on my stomach to assure me it's fine.

"Oh Paris what's wrong?" Max asks sadly. 

I worry the bubbles aren't enough but everything seems fine as all the bubbles have been on so long that they've turned white and soapy. 

"I'll tell you later, i just think i really need to be alone right now." I pretend to sob. Xander comes towards me to hug me but I don't give him much in return in case he notices I'm nude.

His eyes squint into the water to a spot where a couple bubbles clear away. Grayson looks up at him through the clearing and smiles as if it's nothing. Xander's eyes widen and he looks to me. I give him pleading eyes as I silently beg him not to snitch. 

He gives me a look to say 'You owe me' and he pulls back. "Let's go." He tells everyone instantly. "You sure you don't want me to stay, we can talk?" Avery offers kindly. 

Grayson's gonna fucking drown if they don't get the fuck away.

"No that's okay. I'll get out in like ten minutes if you want to come back then." I tell them, they all nod and walk off. 

I watch impatiently as they walk back inside. Jameson stops. For fucks sake. He crouch's down to the ground and picks something up. "Hey Paris.." he calls back hesitantly. Everyone else pauses and turns back around. 

Grayson's definitely dead by now.

"Yeah?" I ask. With two fingers he holds the string to my bikini bottoms a little disgustedly. "What's this?" He asks. He knows exactly what that is.

"I had to let myself breathe. It's an important step to crying. First you cry, then you get naked alone in a hot tub. Then you eat ice cream." I justify. 

A couple extra bubbles rise from in front of me. Either Grayson laughing or his dying breaths.

Jameson squints uncomfortably and drops the string back to the floor. They all keep walking until they reach the door and I wait until they're fully out of sight before pulling Grayson out the water. 

He was under water for four and a half minutes.

His body jolts into action, inhaling as much air as possible, gasping harshly and looking bright red. 

He coughs up a little water and looks at me. I pull his body into mine to hold him, "Are you okay?" I ask worriedly as I squeeze him. "Mhm.. little out.. of breath." he pants. 

"Come on." I say, trying to make him leave with me but he refuses. "I'm finishing what I started." He tells me, now having caught his breath again. 

And before I know it he's back under water eating me out like a hungry animal. I moan loudly as I feel myself prepare to orgasm. 

My nails claw into his shoulders and my other hand pulls on his hair. "Fuck!" I yell out as I release myself all over his face. 

He floats back up to the surface, covered in both water and my bodily fluids. 

I begin panting restlessly as my legs tremble. He sits down beside me and I allow myself to sit on his lap and sink my face into his neck comfortably. His hands stroke down my naked back. My breasts pressed against his collarbones. My hands wrapped around his neck tiredly. 

"Fuck me." I whimper into his neck. He squeezes me on the back comfortingly, sort of silently saying 'I'm here'.

My raspy breath slowly goes back to normal but we don't separate. 

We hold each other tight like we'll disappear if we don't. The rise and falls of our chests matching each others, our heart beats coming into sync. 

He presses some soft pecks onto my neck. 

When the moment is over he helps me retie my bikini top and gets out the hot tub to retrieve my underwear a few feet away. 

My legs quiver so much I struggle to put it on myself so he comes back in and helps me out like I'm a sick child he's tending to.

He finishes redressing me and wraps his two arms around my abdominal. Pressing some kisses against my collarbones. 

We both decide it's probably time to get out as both our skin is now covered in wrinkles. 

I try to get up but my legs buckle beneath me and I almost fall but Grayson is quick to catch me with a mocking grin. I tilt my head to say, 'don't you dare make fun of me right now' and he just wraps an arm around me and takes most of my weight as he helps me get out and walks me back inside. 

(a/n. I really like this one. It's intimate and spicy but still romantic. Gary and Paris always seem to have the cutest moments out of the blue. Anyway, I'm wondering if you guys want me to upload a Christmas special or not. Idk what I'd even do for the Christmas special. I could set it after everything in the books but then it could ruin it, but i can't make it present tense because it's set in November at the moment. I was thinking I could do a flashback to little Paris and little Avery celebrating a Christmas with their Mom. I'm not sure, let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading.)