Rude - Grayson Dolan

21 - "rough kisses"

WARNING: SMUT/DIRTY & unedited bc I'm a lazy hoe

Angela

Grayson's heartbeat felt fast, as though he had been running and was out of breath and I traced my fingers softly over his chest where his heart was thudding. It was a peaceful beat and I felt my own beating at the same time as his as I felt my heartbeat pounding throughout my whole body.

My body leant into his, my head pressing against his shoulder as his arm was snaked around my back to hold me closer to him. Grayson's lips grazed across my head after having leaning his chin on my and he leaves a simple kiss upon my forehead as my eyelids became heavier.

Grayson's finger traced circles on the condensed window as the taxi driver drove to our hotel and I began to feel sleepy, my eyes slowing closing. Occasionally I could hear time squeak of Grayson's finger against the glass and I shy smile raises on my lips at the thought the richest buissness man doodling on a condensed window.

When we arrive at the hotel I am awoken as I am swiftly moved, Grayson's arms hooked beneath me and he holds me bridal style out of the car, careful that I don't hurt myself. His cologne sweeped into my nose and I moved closer into him before wrapping my arms around his waist as he makes soft grunting noises to close the car door.

"Good evening, Mr Dolan." The doorman smiles to Grayson as we approach the door after he had walked along the red carpet. "Miss Downing." He nods to me, his auburn hair sticking out from underneath his top hat as he opens the door.

Grayon only ignored him as he twists his body to the side so we can slip inside and I give the doorman a grin, knowing I will most likely always have to make up for Grayson's rude attitude. Facing the streets again, the taxi is still parked into the curb and my eyes wonder to the window in which Grayson had been doodling. My breathe hitches in my throat as I make out the simple letters, the simple drawing and my heart fills as I stare at the letters that stand out so much to my widened eyes.

"I'll take you to my room." Grayson tells me, thinking I'm half asleep however my mind is now fully awake.

I peered up at him cautiously, making sure he didn't know I was looking at him admiring his beauty and his grace that is so effortless. The dark stubble on his chin seemed so rough how I wanted to feel it against my smooth chin as we kiss, our lips melting against eachother and I wanted him to completely take over my body. I wanted to stare into his dark yet empty eyes forever, taking in the various other colours however they were not just a colour to me, I wanted to get lost in them. I found myself becoming addicted to him, madly and utterly addicted and I was to dependant on him to not have him. I can admit, I love him and it is destroying me but I simply don't care.

Closing my eyes, I pretend to be asleep as though I was a child who wanted to be carried to bed by their mother or father. When we had gotten to his hotel room, he had somehow unlocked the door as he held my body with one hand and he pushed it open, my eyes still shut as I pressed into him.

I assumed the room was dark as he bumped into the wall, letting out a laugh in pain and I bit my cheeks to stop myself from laughing with him as he still thought I was asleep. However, before I could ask if he was ok, my body was gently placed upon the crisp, clean sheets and I felt my body relax as I sank into the mattress, my shoes taken from my feet leaving them bare.

"Grayson." I whisper, holding my hand out across the bed as he lifts my body to get the duvet cover from underneath before placing it over me.

"Hm?" He replies, his hand covering mine before squeezing tight and I can hear him softly walk around to the other side of the bed.