Chapter 44
GRAYSON
Selena’s still in my arms, but I’m certain she’s going to fight me. Argue. Tell me to fuck off.
None of that happens. She wants this too much.
“Grayson, please,” she whimpers, attempting to move, trying to get some friction between our bodies, but I hold her hips still.
“Please, what?” I ask, trailing kisses down her neck.
It’s incredibly satisfying hearing the little growl of frustration she releases.
“Use your words,” I encourage, nipping and licking the top of her breasts.
“You know what I want.”
She’s so needy and desperate. Fuck, I am too.
“Where’s your room?” Even though the couch looks perfectly comfortable, I’m not about to let anyone who might walk in, see her unraveling. Only I get to witness that.
“Pink door.”
I can’t stop kissing her or touching her as we make our way through her apartment.
Inside her room, we fall on the bed, Selena on my lap.
Only then do I let go of her hips to cradle her face in my hands.
The second I do so, her body moves. It’s instinct and lust and everything else she might be feeling.
“Tell me what you want, princess.” I place soft, wet kisses along her jaw, then across her collarbone. I massage her hips and her ass. “Let me hear it,” I whisper, fully aware I’m the one begging now.
“Make me feel good, Grayson, please.”
That’s when my phone rings. Of course it does. I ignore it to pull Selena closer.
It rings again.
“Do you need to get that?” she asks, her breaths coming fast.
Reluctantly I check, then curse under my breath when I look at the screen. It’s my father.
“It’s not important,” I reply, tossing the phone on the nightstand. I don’t want to think about him, or anyone or anything outside this room.
“Hey,” she cups my jaw with tentative hands. Selena waits until I meet her eyes. “You okay?”
No, I’m not. That man ruins everything.
But even if I put him aside, I don’t know what to make of what’s happening here between us, me and her.
It feels real, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
It feels unreal, too. Somehow too good to be true.
My thoughts keep racing, my emotions tumbling out of control.
Seems I’m turning into an overly dramatic motherfucker.
“I’m good,” I answer as Selena sits back on my thighs. The blush coloring her cheeks might be my favorite shade of any color ever.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I shake my head, eyes darting around her room. Golden sunlight fills every space. It’s warm and cozy. My hoodie sits on her desk. The one I took off for her to wear when she was cold. She still has it.
“I just remembered,” our eyes meet again, “I never thanked you.”
“For what?”
“For essentially telling my father to fuck off.”
The sympathy swimming in her eyes isn’t patronizing. It’s the only reason I don’t get up and leave.
“I’ll do it again whenever you need me to,” she assures me, expression serious, and something deep inside my chest shifts, like a dam breaking. I fight to keep my shit together. Running a hand through my hair, I take a shaky breath before I can make eye contact once again.
A part of me knows she and I cannot possibly work out, another part is on the brink of not giving a shit. Especially when Selena leans into my chest.
The heat of her skin is seared into my own. The taste of her lips is a part of me now. I’ve never felt like this before. I’m in too deep.
“I can’t give you more than this,” I state, solemnly and with regret.
There’s more I want to say. Focusing on her, I caress her jaw, gauging her expression. For some reason, I can’t read what’s there. When she nuzzles my palm, her eyes flutter shut and her chest rises with uneven breaths.
“I’m not asking for more,” Selena whispers.
Slowly, she opens her eyes. It’s like she’s waking up from a dream. Fuck she’s beautiful. The way she’s looking at me right now, has me wishing she did ask for more.
My body buzzes with energy as I take her in. Things can’t be different, there’s no point wishing them to be. Instead I focus on what’s possible. Kissing her and tasting her and fucking her so thoroughly she’ll think about it every damn day.
“It’s just sex, right?” she adds. It’s what I told her the night I took her v-card.
“Yup. Just sex.” I repeat her words back, but it’s not the whole truth. This is more. I never expected it to be.
“What are you thinking?” she asks, chewing on her bottom lip.
That I’ve spent so long keeping any and all emotions buried, I don’t know how to handle these. They’re threatening to swallow me whole.
“Just wondering how best to ruin this pretty pussy.”
Flushing at my words, she studies me for a second, then tilts her head to the side. A slow smile overtakes her plush lips as her fingertips run down my stomach.
“I want to be on top,” she replies and my cock gets harder.
Shaking my head, I laugh as I wrap both arms around her. I don’t know who I was trying to fool, but there’s no universe where I could walk away. Not right now, not from her.
“We can do that,” I murmur against her skin. My hands roam freely, memorizing every dip and curve. She whimpers a little when I grab her ass and we fucking spiral. Kissing, grinding, urgent and desperate.
In the blink of an eye, we’re lying on her bed. I’m on top of her and she’s yanking off my shirt. It’s as if she wants her skin on mine as much as I do. Her hands never stop moving, touching my chest and shoulders, edging down the waistband of my sweatpants.
“Why are you always wearing pants?” she smiles, giggling as we fight to take them off. My boxers come off next and Selena stares at my throbbing erection. “Have you…” she flushes, licking her lips, “have you been with anyone since…?”
“No one,” I promise her. Don’t want anyone else, I nearly add, but whatever I’m feeling, it’s my problem not hers. I cup the back of her head and bring her mouth to mine.
“We need to be quick—”
“I don’t want to be quick,” she argues, deepening the kiss, sinking her hands into my hair and twisting her tongue with my own. I smile against her mouth, enjoying how she seems to blossom a little more with every kiss and every touch.
“What?” she breathes, panting.
“They’ll wonder why we’re taking so long.”
“We’ll come up with something. Because you’re going to teach me how to be on top first,” she nods, her confidence growing, shining in her eyes. Smirking up at me, her warm palms slide down my back.
This girl.
“You’re only bossy with me,” I chuckle, flipping us, so that’s she’s on top, straddling my hips. Selena smiles brightly, blushing so prettily, and I’m undone.
Any sex I’ve had before doesn’t matter here with her. Any experience seems nonexistent. It’s as if she’s my first.
First kiss.
First time.
I can’t get past this fumbling need that’s taken charge. “Kiss me, princess,” I beg and she does.
I hold her close to me as she rolls her hips. My cock teases her entrance and we both moan at the sensation of nothing between us, no clothes, no barrier.
“I need you inside me,” she whimpers. Fuck.
Leaning up to kiss her breasts, I suck on her nipples. Selena gasps when I swirl my tongue from one tip to the other. She’s so responsive, whimpering, digging her nails into my arms, gliding her pussy against my shaft.
“Show me how to...how to do this,” she says, rolling her hips again.
“Slow down, princess.”
“You said we had to hurry,” she argues, pouting. I move to bite her neck, to drag my tongue over her collar bone.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur, encouraged by her little sighs and exclamations of pleasure.
When I slip my hand between us, down along her smooth skin, down between her thighs, I find her already drenched. “You’re fucking soaked,” I groan, sliding the tip of my finger through her slit before slipping right in. “Fuck, Selena.” She's so goddamn soft and warm and wet.
“What do you expect,” she snaps, cheeks red, eyes dazed. “You keep making me wait.”
“This is my fault?” I ask, chuckling, pulling my finger out, only to slide it back in. “Yes,” she stutters, her breaths coming faster.
Goddamn she’s fucking dripping. Fuck yeah, this is all me, all mine. I know I have no right to think this, my brain doesn’t give a fuck.
Mine, I smile, pumping in and out, slowly, teasing her before adding a second finger. “You’re so fucking tight.” Her hips roll, her walls squeeze and flutter around me. “Can't wait to sink my cock into this pretty pussy.”
“Grayson,” she moans, making the sexiest fucking noises I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing.
I flick her nipple with my tongue, then suck on the soft skin. She whimpers my name, gasping in pleasure. When I press my thumb against her clit, tracing slow circles, she moves her hips faster.
“You going to ride my cock just like this?”
Her blush deepens and I know she’s close.
“Would you like that, princess?” I grit out, enjoying the way her whimpers echo in the room.
“Yes,” she chants, her body trembling. I pump faster. “Grayson, I... I’m—” Her back arches and her pussy tightens as she comes all over my hand. “Oh god...that feels...” she’s blushing and breathless, incoherent words tumbling from her lips.
Mesmerized, I watch her. How she grinds on my fingers, how she draws out her orgasm, how pleasure dances across her pretty face. She’s the most beautiful sight...
When her body slows and stills, Selena hits me with the most adorably languid smile. Something unknots inside my chest.
“How do you do that?” she asks, sounding dazed as she collapses into my arms. “Why did that feel so good?”
I can’t stop smiling as I’m kissing her cheeks and her forehead and the tip of her nose.
“Don’t look so smug,” she grumbles, burying her face in my neck.
I smile anyway, wanting to hold her, kiss her, and lay here cuddling for days. But I also want to ravish her and taste her and make her forget her own name.
“On my face, princess.” A low growl rumbles through my chest.
She lifts her head. A stunned expression in her green eyes.
“You’re not—”
“Fuck yeah I’m serious.”