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Seven Minutes In Heaven (gxb)

CONTENT WARNINGS: rough fucking, pinning, nipple play

          I hate parties. I always have. But Emma gave me those same puppy dog eyes she knows have always worked one me, and she convinced me to taker her.

          Now I'm sitting on the floor, drinking with the other kids from my school, biding my time until I can go home. I look over to my left, searching the crowd for Emma, but my eyes land on Grayson instead. He rakes his hand through his blonde hair as he laughs at something his friend in front of him said. I watch the movement of his fingers, transfixed with him. As if he senses my eyes, he looks over, and I quickly look away, focusing again on the crowd in front of me.

          One of the girls, the host, says, "Let's play a game guys. Everyone get in here!" People move in from other rooms and finally the twenty of us here are sitting in a circle on the floor. We all look excitedly at Rory, the girl who called us in. "We're gonna play seven minutes in heaven. I think you all know the rules. We'll use the closet over there." She points at a small closet at the other side of the room.

          I nervously look over at Emma, but she seems excited, so I say nothing. Secretly I'm hoping I get to do it with Grayson. I noticed him a few months ago in class and was drawn to his charismatic personality. His looks definitely pushed the crush along too.

           "We'll use this bottle to decide who goes together. I'll go first." Rory grabs the bottle, spins it, and it lands on a boy in our English class named Will. She gives him a seductive look and they both stand, walking over to the closet. Seven minutes later they return, their cheeks flushed and Rory's top not all the way on. "Who wants to go next?" She says, looking around at the group.

          Grayson speaks up and Rory hands him the bottle. My heart beat quickens and I quietly wish for it to land on me. He spins the bottle, and I watch it slow, before stopping and pointing at me.

          I look at him in disbelief as he stands, offering me his hand. I take it and he puts his hand on my back, leading me to the closet. When we get there, he shuts the door behind us, and we're left alone together. He traces his eyes up and down my body, hungrily taking it in. He looks up at me, meeting my eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

          I nod quickly and he shoves me against the closet wall, kissing me with a needy fervor. I kiss him back with an equal passion, months of want releasing. My hands are all over him; in his hair, under his shirt, on his neck, and her returns the favor. He lifts my shirt up and pulls down my bra, licking my nipple before taking it fully into his mouth. "Fuckkkk" I groan, tugging his hair, begging him for more, holding back a scream when he bites down lightly.

          "Quiet now sweetheart." he says. I groan as he removes his face from my breast, wanting him to touch me again. He pulls his pants down and lifts my skirt up, pulling down my panties. He takes his cock out, wraps my legs around his waist, and enters me quickly, fucking me hard and fast.

          "Fuck you're so fucking tight" he groans, breathing heavily into my neck. I moan, trying my hardest to match his pace. "We only have a few minutes left sweetheart and I want to feel you come." he says, grabbing my ass to allow him to fuck me harder. He pumps in and out of me quickly and my breathing grows rapid. I can feel every inch of his cock, and he ensures it hits every spot in me on the way out. I grip the shelves above me, trying to drive myself harder against him. I bring my hands back down, touching my clit, pushing me closer and closer to my orgasm. I moan, muffling it in his shoulder, trying to hold myself together to keep this moment going. But it all becomes too much.

My nails come up to rake along his back as I feel myself tighten around him. My orgasm overtakes me suddenly and I come hard, covering my mouth with my hands to muffle my moans. He groans himself, pulling out quickly before coming on my stomach.

          He slowly sets me down and grabs a washcloth from an upper closet shelf, wiping me up. He gives me a soft kiss on the lips, smiling down at me. We both rearrange our clothes before leaving the closet.

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