Chrysalis

Chapter 8 - Angry Boys

Chapter 8 - Angry Boys

"Fuck you," I murmered into his shirt, playing with the buttons. I felt far too drunk to take them off properly. I hoped they'd fall apart in my favour.

"Fuck you," he smiled, running his hands along my sides. I shivered. My legs felt weak at his teasing touch.

"Fuck you more..." I inhaled his scent. Warm, strong, masculine... His chest was exposed from the few buttons I had gotten undone. It was pale the moon, but his skin was warm like my bed sheets. I couldn't read his tattoos. My mind was too focused on other things to make sense of any of the words or symbols.

"Fuck you even more..." he kissed under my ear, down my neck, down my chest, until he was on hi knees, lifting the edges of my skirt. His touch was hypersensitive to me. I couldn't wrap my mind around how I was so easily ready for him to take me. I felt the way I did in the middle of sex, before any of our clothes had even come off.

His cold breath tickled my panties, and I felt myself clench internally and drip into the fabric.

"Fuck me..." I said.

"Okay."

He lifted me and threw me against the bed. My head hit the headboard but it felt like bouncing on a cloud somehow. Before I could blink, he was on top of me with his shirt off, taking off my skirt and bringing my panties with it. I didn't feel exposed. I felt so comfortable and relaxed and needy.

He ran a finger over my soft spot and I almost came undone right there. It wasn't long before he had his pants undone and he was ready to please.

Spontaneously he flipped me over and pinned my hands to the top of the headrest with his own. He used his knees to separate my legs and and slowly entered into me. Slowly he would move forward, and quickly he would pull back again. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he moved faster. My hands stayed in place but his moved to grab my sides. He dug his nails into me and it hurt beautifully.

I couldn't feel my legs or my tongue or my anything. All I could feel was him hitting my walls like a wrecking ball and my heart beating in ecstasy.

He flipped me over again and took off my shirt, still thrusting in and out of me.

"Fuck, I love when you don't wear a bra." he bit down, bringing another sensation to my body. My toes curled and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper.

"Greg..." I moaned out. "Is your snake ready to slither?"

"My pocket rocket is ready for blast off..."

I was in my own bed. Sweaty, panting, and reeling from the crazy ass dream I had, I collected my thoughts.

Had I just... I did. I had a sex dream about Greg. "FUCK," I whisper-yelled to myself. Fuck because I liked it... soooooo much... Other than the weird ass ending.

I pulled my phone out to clear my mind, but it was only used again with more Greg.

Message request from ClarkClarkson. He had stalked down my Instagram and sent me messages, nine of them, at 3am.

Clark: Why did you say that. Why did you do that. Where did you go after, I didn't see you. Did you get home okay? Dammit it fools gold, what the fuck was all that about? Ooops sorry, I gotta get used to not calling you Fools Gold. Answer. There's no way you're asleep this early, it's a Friday night. Hope you didn't die, not that I care that much but it would be awkward.

All messages sent by him. All made my heart deceive me as it raced. I couldn't let myself catch feelings for another piece of shit. But maybe I could bang him and get the curiosity over with...

No. I couldn't. Because I did that with Darren and I can't do it again. I let my guard down to easy.

I left Greg on read and scrolled my timeline.

Clark: Leaving me on read? Wow. At least that means you're alive.

I groaned and decided to mollify him.

Virvanna: Why you so obsessed with me? Boy, I wanna know!

He replied quickly.

Clark: I'm not. I just feel bad. Let's kiss and make up.

I shivered.

Virvanna: I prefer to keep it to the latter. I try not to hold grudges. You're forgiven. Let me sleep, Gregory ;)

Clark: I should be pissed and trying to figure out how you know my real name, but I think I'll be stuck on that winky face for the rest of the night. Goodnight, V.

Holy fuck. Lying low was no longer an option here. I was flying high far up in the sky. So what was I to do? Greg was a problem. Maybe I didn't have feelings for him but I was definitely attracted to him far beyond what I could control.

Maybe all I needed was to create a collection of terrible things about him that would decrease his attractiveness indefinitely. His personality should have been enough. Every day he just makes me so... angry.