Coming Down [G-Eazy]

Chapter II

A/N: Okay, so there's a little bit of sexual content in this chapter (I cut a majority of it out which is why there's an awkward break in the chapter, and also why it's so short lol). Not sure if there's really many people reading this, but vote/comment if you liked it. x

After a whole lot of stumbling, we finally made it up to his hotel room. The second we got in the door his lips were on mine and he was tugging at the bottom of my shirt.

"Bit eager?" I chuckled as he pulled the shirt over my head.

"That's an understatement," G quipped back, his lips moving to my neck.

Pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders, I groaned slightly.

I felt him chuckle against my skin in response to my reaction, sinking his teeth in just above my collarbone. When he was sure he had left a mark, he made his way back up to my lips, kissing me hard, his hands cupping my face. I felt his tongue flicker against my lips, and I parted them, allowing him to slide his tongue into my mouth.

He backed up toward the bed, my legs hitting the edge as he pushed me down onto it. I was picking up pretty fast that he was one who enjoyed being in control, which in most cases I didn't particularly like but at this point I just didn't care. Expertly, in a way that almost seemed mechanical, he reached behind my back, unclasping my bra. I gasped as his hands moved from my face to my breasts, his lips never leaving mine as he laughed yet again at my reaction. Within a few moments, his hands moved further down, unbuttoning my jeans. I grabbed his wrist before he could pull them off.

"Hang on," I breathed, breaking the kiss momentarily.

"Am I moving too fast for you?" G asked me in an almost cocky tone that made me want to slap the shit out of him.

I rolled my eyes instead, sliding my hand under his shirt, dragging it upward. "It's just not fair that I'm more naked than you are." 

He smirked at me, pulling the shirt over his head. "There. Happy?"

My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him. I wasn't even sure why—  it wasn't like he had an extraordinary body, really— but something about him just did it for me.

I simply nodded in response and he proceeded to pull off my jeans, leaving me in just a pair of black lace underwear. Soon enough, he slid those off as well, making me feel vulnerable as he was still half clothed. He placed one kiss on my lips before continuing to trail kisses down my body in an almost painfully slow manner. He kissed up my thigh, and I moved my hands to his head, threading my fingers through his hair. He stopped about an inch away before lifting his head back up.

"Maybe later. Right now I just wanna fuck you," he said nonchalantly as he unbuckled his belt, quickly removing his pants. His blatant arrogance pissed me off, but the amount that I was turned on overruled my annoyance.

I bit my lip, and my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. Never have I been so riled up by a guy before, and it was odd feeling this way. Had I been turned on before? Obviously, but this just seemed... Different.

I reached out to help slide off the last article of his clothing, and he leaned down close to me, brushing his lips against mine.

"Who's the eager one now?" he whispered, a smirk forming on his lips. This guy was a fucking asshole, but instead of making me angry, it just really turned me on for some reason.

I just ignored his comment, however, watching as he removed his boxers.

"Shit," I breathed, reaching out and wrapping my hand around him. Just the thought of having him inside me was causing my mind to reel.

G inhaled sharply as he felt my hand on him, and I smirked at the slight upper hand I had gained on him. I moved up and down slowly before gradually picking up the pace, motivated by the confidence I had gained from the sound of his groans.

"Stop," he grabbed my wrist abruptly, taking me by surprise. I looked up at him and his eyes were dark. "I need you."

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"Holy shit," he groaned, collapsing beside me. "You're good."

"Likewise," I spoke breathlessly, trying to regain a normal breathing rate. I grabbed the sheets, sliding underneath them. "I'm staying here, okay? I'm too drunk to go anywhere."

He shrugged, propping himself up on his elbow so he could look down at me. "Alright."

"What?" I asked incredulously, not liking the way he was staring at me.

He shrugged for a second time, turning to go underneath the covers as well.

"Okay, whatever, then," I muttered, rolling over to face the wall.

"Goodnight, Lena," I heard him mumble.

I must have passed out because I couldn't remember anything that happened after that.