poison// dolan

dos

☼ Vegas Daniella Marie Quinton ☼
11:23am

I swung my legs over the soft mattress causing last nights guy to groan. I lifted my hand to my face and rubbed my eye lightly. the guy- who's name that is now tattooed into my mind and locked at the back of my throat from last night, hooked his arm around my bare waist and pulled me down into him.

he traced his index finger along my small tattoo of a spade on my hipbone and exhaled an air of relaxation. "who are you?" I asked as he sighed, "you don't remember my name? you were screaming it pretty lo-"

"no, dipshit I know your name but who are you, what's your story?" I interrogated causing him to chuckle.
"ah, I get it."

"well my names Grayson, I'm 21, (a/n Ik he's younger but chill tf out man) I work at a bar. I have a sister and a twin bro-"
"wait you have a twin?"

"stop interrupting me."

"make me," I teased as he shoved his lips on mine. the cherry taste of his toxic lips sent me into overdrive, causing me to drown in memories of last night.

the way he touched me, kissing everywhere, my body being thrown into a patch of butterflies and his addictive taste. much like nicotine, you can't just have it once. your body craves it all the time. the way he groaned, his face deep in concentration and his forehead beading with sweat.

the night before, well.
Grayson held his large hand over my thigh, squeezing it and rubbing it every once in a while. this turned me on plenty. as we pulled into the driveway, my heart rate began to pick up. I sat up in my seat and cleared my throat. this needed to happen.

"my names Grayson, but babygirl ill make you scream it so much you're gonna forget your own."

I roughly opened the car door as he punched a code into his front door and whacked it open. next thing I know, I was pinned against it and a hickey was already being formed on my collarbone.

my sweet spot aching to be touched, I started grinding against him through his jeans, starting a prominent hard-on. he ripped his button-up shirt, that was rolled up to his elbows and threw it somewhere behind him. his arms trailed to the back of my dress, refusing to disconnect our lips.

his index finger dragged down my back following by my dresses zipper. I whimpered impatiently, biting my lip and rubbing him with my hand inside his jeans. this caused him to throw his head back in pleasure. I felt my dress pool beneath me, and my back being pressed against a couch.

Grayson tugged off his pants, leaving him in his Calvin Kleins. my legs wrapped around him to let my hips meet his. this caused friction and a moan from me. he sighed a breath of pleasure and continued kissing down my body.

I tugged at his hair as he got closer and closer to the spot i needed him the most. he kissed my tattoo that lied upon my hip, very close to where he was supposed to be.

"st-stop teasing, please," I whimpered and he chuckled slightly, dragging my panties down my legs with his teeth. with that, he started, driving me insane.

I moaned out crazily, it seemed as if he enjoyed that just as much as i did.

as cliché as it sounds, through the oncoming moans and pleasure, there was something that seemed so wrong but felt so.... right.

Grayson pulled away from my lips and looked me in the eyes, sitting up and running a free hand through his hair, "I don't want this to just be a one time thing," he stated and I nodded.

"can I take you to coffee?"
"coffee is gross."

"aw man, I love it," Grayson started.

he chuckled and sighed, "how about breakfast?"

"sounds good."

lOOKS GOOD FEELS GOOD
first actual chapter of poison yooo
it's chill. I like this book
I didn't get that descriptive with the steamy shit bc I suck at explaining sex lollololllllll- I can write it its just awk bc I know some people irl that would make fun of me if they read it whoops