I like you better with no clothes on | g.d + e.d

Getting What You Deserve

So he wanted to play like that? Fine, I'll let him. "Whatever." I said flatly. His faced dropped from his cheeky grin to a state of shock and confusion. I untied the towel from around my body, letting it drop to the floor to show my naked body. His breath hitched, obviously turned on by the sight. I picked up the lace underwear and slipped it on, grabbing the towel and chucking it in his laundry basket in the corner of his room. My hair had dried, leaving my long, curly hair lying right up to my back dimples. He bit his lip, stopping himself from saying anything. Good, this was what he deserved. I stepped around him, uninterested in wanting to get my phone back and headed for the door. I didn't feel like putting on the shorts and tank top. As I reached the door, I turned around to see Grayson still holding my phone, eyeing me carefully. "I don't feel like your playing your game, so I'll just fuck Ethan instea- Oh, did I say fuck? I meant talk to Ethan instead." I teased, smiling before turning for the stairs. I ran downstairs before he could say anything else, pacing to the kitchen. Ethan was facing the other way, pouring cereal into a bowl on the counter. As I neared, he began speaking. "Did you want cere-" he stopped as he turned his, facing me. "What's wrong?" I laughed, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He fully turned around, leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed. 

"You really know how to get to me don't you?" he said in a low voice. I could tell that his eyes were drifting and it made me shiver. "Hmm oh really? How bad do I get to you?" I pressed. I wanted to see how long he could last for. He exhaled, closing his eyes and running a hand in his hair. Stepping forwards towards me, his head lowered to my ear. "Enough to make me want to take you right here. Right now." He pulled his head away, looking down at me in want. I licked my lips, tempted to let it happen. Before I could say anything else, his hand travelled to my waist, his palm following my curves. I laughed, turning around to face the counter. He stepped closely behind me, his head by my neck. I arched it slightly, inviting him to mark me. "Guess what." he said. "Really? You're not going to do anything? You really are something Ethan." I laughed. He put his hands on my waist, rocking me slightly as he laughed with me. As I was about to make the next move, Grayson came in. He was looking at his phone, obviously texting one of his girls. I knew he was there but I carried on. If he wanted to do that in front of me, I could do this in front of him. I pulled his lips to mine, letting out a loud moan to catch his attention. 

"Helena, what the hell are you doing?" Grayson asked, shocked. I deepened the kiss and Ethan ignored him too, obviously more concentrated on this. I pulled away, craning my neck over my shoulder. "Hmm? Did you say something?" I asked, acting oblivious. "You just kissed my fucking brother. Are you crazy?!" "Of course I'm not crazy, what's so wrong with that? We're friends with benefits right? So why would it matter?" I said. That shut him up. Ethan chuckled under his breath, making me laugh lightly. I think I could make this worse. I put my hands on Ethan shoulders, indicating I wanted to jump into his arms. He bent slightly, lifting me. I latched my legs around his waist and began kissing him strong and passionately. My hands ran to his hair as he moved me to the wall, leaning me against it. I let out a gasp as his mouth moved to my neck, sucking harshly at a spot that Grayson had previously marked. I leant my head back, moaning his name softly. As I moved my head forwards, I opened my eyes, to see Grayson staring, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them before. I smirked devilishly at him, purposely letting out Ethan's name again and again. His hand was holding a glass of water that he was clenching onto so hard that made it look like it was about to break. 

"Can you NOT. do this here." Grayson said sternly, making Ethan stop. I dropped out of his hold, putting my hands on my hips. "Helena, we need to talk. NOW." Grayson said. I could tell he was not playing around, so I didn't question him. I walked up to him and he slammed his water down, heading for the small laundry room. I followed, entering the room and closing it behind me. As I was about to start the conversation, Grayson backed me up on the door, one arm on the door beside my head. "I am not having this." he said, his voice lowered and wavered. "Oh really? If you don't want that to happen then let me take every single fucking girl you sleep around with and get them out of your life. You think you're the only one who's hurting Grayson." I say sharply but whispered, making him flinch. "I know. I've never felt that sort of anger before. You moaning his name is something I never want to hear again." he said. "What if that's what I prefer?" I tested. "Well I'm just going to have to show you that I'm the only one that will make you scream over and over, no matter how hard you try to stop it."