Rude - Grayson Dolan

33 - "come to Daddy"

WARNING: sex, sexual reference, strong language

Angela

Grayson does what you least expect, like fall undeniably and madly in love with you. It was unexpected and surprised me greatly however I cannot deny, I feel the same way.

My heart deeply thumped behind my rib cage, his rough fingertips feeling soft against my smooth skin as they trailed up my thick thigh.

I had been touched in such a way two other times however this time was different. Despite my insecurities, he didn't seem to be phased at a single flaw that I possessed. His fingertips delicately gliding across my transparent stretch marks that I have spent so long covering in shame. His palms cupped my hips, the odd curves that I despised and prodded at when I stared in the mirror. I seemed so flawed next to a man who seemed so flawless.

Grayson's fingers rub eagerly through my hair as his feet stepped toward me, his feet stepping between mine before we fell onto his sinking bed that felt so dreamlike. His legs straddled my sides as he impatiently held my hands up above my head.

He kissed me, his lips feeling more gentle than they ever were. He was being gentle with me, trying to remember every single moment, every single touch, sound and feeling. It only made me want to kiss him harder, not wanting to feel like I was finally going to let him go despite it being the last thing I had wanted to do.

His hips harshly grind into my own as I raise them from the white sheets, needing him so desperately as though my core at grown a pulse, a mind of its own that was taking over my every need, lust and desire. I couldn't stand the thought of knowing we had layers the were achingly dividing us - his white button down shirt, layer one, his black dress pants, layer two, his boxers, layer three, my thin dress, layer four, my underwear, layer five.

My fingers hurriedly begin to undo his outrageously expensive shirt as he still kisses onto me with a passion that I knew would never die. As I finish unbuttoning the last button, he hastily removes the fabric from his body to expose his muscled chest that I desperately wanted to devour. My eyes move to the black ink that covers part of his hips, remembering when I had first saw the taboo art in Christina's kitchen as he pranced into the room only wearing a towel hung upon his lower half. Simpler times.

Before I could reach to touch it, Grayson began to unzip his dress pants and my mind focused back on the moment.

"Take your dress off, baby." He tells me, my stomach flipping at the nickname that I have become to adore as I step onto the carpet, off of the bed.

I do as he says, my fingers swiftly removing the dress from my body as I pull it over my head and I only stand in my laced underwear that hang from my hip bones, Grayson standing in his boxers. When I lift my head to look at him, his eyes that are full of revere are already on me, trailing my body, all of its curves and all of its blemishes. I hated being stared at and he made me feel nervous like I could vomit however I liked it in a way that I can't explain.

"Now, come to Daddy." Grayson jokingly smirks, his fingers motioning me to come over as he steps onto the floor and I love this man for not making me feel so insecure, for saying a joke to take my mind off of the thoughts that haunted my mind. "Good girl."

I shyly stepped toward him, my arms crossed over my stomach and I teasingly looked into his eyes, feeling like a child next to his height. Without hesitation, he reassuringly placed his hands on my hips, my hands falling to my sides.