Intoxicated // Grayson Dolan

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Grayson's P.O.V

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"Okay, we need to stop messing around like this," a distinct girl hurled behind me.

I grabbed her wrists pulling her closer to my body, she smelled like fresh roses, "why? I mean you obviously enjoy this as much as I do."

"Grayson," she groaned, making me smirk slightly, "I was Ethan's ex, what will he think if he finds out you've been fucking with me for the past two weeks?"

"Who cares what he thinks, I just want to make you mine," I smiled tracing a finger down her beautiful face, "you are making me seem like the bad guy in the situation."

She moved her hand up to position herself to slap me but my massive hands clasped on hers before she could make a move, "don't try baby," I said gritting my teeth.

"Grayson why do you have to be so fucking hot," she pleaded, "I wish giving you up could be easier."

A faint smile creased onto my lips as I planted my hands down to feel her perfect curves. I turned around to hug her from behind, moving her beautiful curls to give her a small treat. Her hands tensed up as I sucked on her baby soft skin around her neck, she tasted sweet, a buttermilk sweet.

I glanced up at the clock, it was 4 pm sharp and Ethan usually didn't come home until 9 on Saturdays, which indicated plenty of time.

"Celine, you make me think too dirty," I hissed in her ear to lure her in.

"Grayson," she sighed, "I can't do this anymore, every time you lay your lips on me I can't help but think of your brother, it's just all wrong."

She turned around, wanting to leave my room, "fuck Celine, don't make me show you how bad I want you," I said jerking her hips with rage infuriating my every nerve.

She groaned, "I don't know, Grayson." I could feel myself getting hard so I pressed up against her knowing that would make her stay, "please stay, and I'm not the only one who's begging," I said referencing my dick.

She turned around straining my neck with her hands, "you make it so hard for me to leave," she said as her lips came crashing on mine.

She tasted like strawberries, "my favorite," I moaned in her mouth. I could feel her hands on the outlines of my abs as I slipped my hand up her shirt creasing her soft body,

"I really love this feeling, can we fuck, Ethan won't be home for a couple hours," I joked.

"No, omg, I'm done Gray, I'm leaving I can't keep having sex with you, me and Ethan broke up a week ago and ever since then we have been having sex," she complained.

I silently listened before I exploded with laughter, "you're saying it like it wasn't a good feeling."

"That isn't my point, all I'm saying is that I can't keep hiding, we can't keep this 'thing' for much longer," she huffed taking a seat on my mattress.

"That's what makes it better," I said with a cocky attitude taking my shirt off, "we are doing this secretly."

"No, Gray," she pleaded, "I just can't-."

"No, Celine, don't tell me what to do, okay," I snapped cutting her off and cuffing her onto my bed.

I played with her buttons before I undid them, "black and all lacy, babygirl surely knows what to wear for daddy," I hissed placing my lips on her exposed breasts.

She was stiff as fuck but as my lips curled around her she became softer. She exposed her legs around me letting a deep moan out.

My left hand dangled to her soft thighs, "do you want me to you know?" I asked with stern eyes.

She looked afraid almost like a puppy who was getting preyed.

"Grayson," she moaned, "do whatever you want."

I motioned my hands up her black shorts to fit my fingers outside her panties, rubbing at the soft cotton she was wearing, "fuck," I groaned.

"What's wrong?" She asked with confusion.

"Nothing," I hissed, "it's just that your just so- fuck wet, here let me see your hands I want you to do something for me," I said grabbing her hands.

She obeyed me silently enjoying every moment she had with me, I was obviously better at giving her pleasure than Ethan.

I unbuttoned her cute shorts, "do you want me to take it all off?"

She grabbed my back, without responding, and continued kissing my neck.

"Two or one?" I asked as my hands glided her inner thighs, "how about three?" she grunted.

"How about no, I don't want to leave you sore," I teased.

"Shut up Gray," she exhorted punching at my chest.

I laughed as my lips touched hers, "you have no idea what we are getting ourselves into," she giggled.

My eyes shot her body top to bottom, the scary thing was she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

"Grayson, I don't want to be your fucktoy, okay?" she finally decided to spill.

My eyes dug into her face,  I didn't love her, I couldn't, because love meant nothing to me it was pathetic and there was nothing to love in this world anyways, all the pleasure that I created for myself involved hurting other people, "yeah, I love you, do you think you can do me a favor," I lied just so we could have sex again.