The Trouble With Two Seasons

Chapter 4 : Crushed

Continued...

A thin slender girl with ginger dyed hair slid into the available space beside Grayer on the couch.

She muttered something Grayer wasn't able to make out, probably because of the loud party music.

Then,he momentarily pulled his eyes from Summer and Asher's not so discreet flirting a few metres in front of him and turned it to the girl who stared eagerly up at him.

"Huh?" He asked to clarify if he was the one being spoken to.

The red head's eyes lit up in admiration as she scanned Grayer's features, something similar to a pup waiting for its master's command.

Suddenly as if triggered by some unknown adrenaline rush, she slowly grabbed Grayer's shirt collar tugging him closer.

Her red painted lips softly brushed against Grayer's ear as she whispered, "I couldn't help but notice you from across the room,you look like someone with great taste.Want to prove me right upstairs?"

A smirk crept up his handsome face.

"That's a tempting offer, but I'm good here." Grayer whispered back, placing his hand on the small of her back.

She squirmed under his touch and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Why did girls cower when he made physical contact with them?

For crying out loud he'd made physical contact with Summer numerous times over the years but she never reacted that way.

Scratch! Summer wasn't like the rest of them.

Grayer slowly licked the bottom of his lower lip, his tongue moistening the soft flesh.

It sent the red head staring longingly at his lips.

She was probably from one of their classes at school. Chemistry? Advanced Maths?

Grayer shrugged it off, she'd volunteered her self to sate his ungodly pleasures. His teenage whims weren't exactly something he had control over.

The girl seductively lifted herself up from the couch space beside Grayer and settled on his laps.Her bare thighs scraped against his trousers in the movement as her dark blue dress had rode up her thighs.

Grayer shifted a little on the seat to allow her space.His eyes followed her like a hawks', waiting to hunt its prey down.

She noticed this and smiled coyly, pulling her hair into a quick bun and leaning in closer towards his chest.

It gave Grayer a view of her up close and his gaze shifted to her chest which clearly revealed her cleavage.

Damn, those tits...

Grayer leaned in, capturing her lips in a lip lock. She kissed him back, her mouth devouring his, hungry and demanding.
She found the hem of Grayer's shirt and thrust her hands in, savoring the feel of his rock hard abs.

The makeout session became intense as she deftly moved her hands towards the buckle of his belt.

"Whoa," Grayer laughed breaking away from the kiss. He grabbed the   girl's hands which was trying to unbuckle his belt and pushed it away .

"Let's go upstairs." She mumbled breathlessly.

Grayer tactfully avoided the question by slowly trailing  kisses up her neck. She softly moaned in delight, her hands roughly tugging at the roots of his hair.

She intensified it by placing her lips back on his, seductively tugging at his lower lip.Grayer took over, kissing her back harder.

Then, she suddenly drew back, as if remembering that she was supposed to be mad at him, for refusing her earlier proposal to move upstairs.