25 | teasing

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I can't stop thinking of Grayson's face as he came into my hand

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I can't stop thinking of Grayson's face as he came into my hand. It replays in my mind on loop and every time I think back to that moment, my body becomes flustered and I heat up inside. Oh fuck, I'm getting hot now.

My head pushes into my pillow and I whine, twisting and turning in my sheets until they're all bunched up and coming off the corners of the mattress. But it's early and I've woken up at a God awful time, the sun peeks through my bolted shut windows.

And yet I cannot stop thinking of Grayson.

A pressure builds between my legs and I squeeze them together, whimpering into my pillow. I'm desperate to touch myself but every time I do, it's nothing like the time Grayson touched me. He took every last breath inside my body away and I've never felt like that in my life.

My fingers don't have anything on his and as much as I want a release from this pent up desire, I tell myself no. I'm sure Grayson would relieve me if I told him how I was feeling, how sticky and hot everything gets down there.

I roll over to the left side of bed and glance up at the clock. Eight. Eight in the morning and I am wide awake. My hands tug at the duvet and I throw it from my body, rubbing a hand over my face.

There is a soft knock at my door and I stand from the bed, not being bothered to grab my dressing gown. I push down on the handle and swing open the door, Grayson standing on the other side looking as handsome and refreshed as ever.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 | 𝟏𝟖+Where stories live. Discover now