Player (Grayson Dolan)

4 - I'm Enjoying It

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Emily
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We walked inside the house, people dancing everywhere and shouting coming from different rooms.

Malia grabbed my hand and pulled me through the large house that was beautifully decorated.

"Hey guys!" A bunch of people greeted us as we walked around, and walked into the kitchen.

"I'm surprised you're here, you guys haven't come to a party for a while." One of Grayson's friends said as he poured us some jungle juice.

"Yeah, it's been a while, I wanted to have fun." I said shrugging and then taking a drink of the fruity liquid.

"She wants to bone Grayson." Malia said, nudging me with her elbow and laughing.

"I don't, but nice try." I rolled my eyes and walked over to the beer pong table.

"Hey, Em." Andrea said as she watched the guys toss the glow in the dark ball into the red solo cups.

"Hey, you having fun?" I asked, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, hers going around my waist.

"Yeah, you haven't by chance seen Grayson?" She looked around us and I smirked at her desperate eyes scanning every inch of the people filled room.

"No, if I do I'll let him know you're looking for him." I rolled my eyes and walked away from her, going to everyone dancing to the loud music.

Malia glared at me and walked up to me. "I hate you." She said and her perfectly shaped lips held onto the rim of the cup, letting the cold drink fall down her throat.

"Let's dance." I yelled over the music and soon our bodies were grinding against random guys to the beat of the electronic music. Hormones and sweat filling the air as I got lost in dancing, only hearing muffled beats and feeling hands on my waist, although I didn't care whose, as I was dancing like it'd be the last time.

"You're not good at sticking to your word." A deep raspy voice rung in my ear, sending chills down my spine once I realized who it came from.

"What are you doing here?" I stopped dancing and faced the blond who I had just been grinding against.

"Grayson invited me, something about pissing you off." I rolled my eyes and walked away from the large guy who's always towered over me.

I found myself walking upstairs, my cup no longer in my hand and looking desperately for the bathroom.

I opened a door that looked like it could be a bathroom and saw two people scurrying to get their clothes back on.

Once I realized who it was, I smirked and crossed my arms, amazed at the sight in front of me.

"Em, maybe you really did want to see me. We were just finished, you can join for round two if you want." He buttoned up his light blue jeans and stood in the doorway, his muscular arm leaning against the white frame as I watched Andrea put on her last bit of clothing and walk out of the room.

"Doesn't look like Andrea enjoyed it that much if she was so quick to leave." I laughed at him and stepped inside the large room and turning the light on.

"Trust me, every girl does." He slid his shirt over his muscular upper body and put his belt in between the few loops on his jeans.

"Where's your bathroom?" I asked, not caring to take the conversation further.

"Why? You want shower sex? I'm up for anything." He walked out of the room and further down the hallway, opening the door to the bathroom.

"Actually no. I just have to pee, but I'm sure another desperate girl here wouldn't mind, just make sure not to give her an std while you're at it." I tried walking in the bathroom, but his arm blocked me, keeping me in the dimly lit hallway.

"Did you see my little gift downstairs for you, called Bryce?"

"Yeah, I saw. Thanks for that. I'll be sure to keep it in mind when you want me to come to another party of yours." I tried walking in the bathroom again, but he used his body as a wall, keeping me from my peace.

"So, what about Gavin? You gonna fuck him like the little slut you are?" I clenched my jaw at his horrible choice of words, staring him in his soulless eyes.

"Actually, no. I wasn't going to in the first place. But nice to know you're jealous." I turned around, heading for the stairs before he pulled me by my arm, and pinned me against the wall by grabbing onto my wrists, and holding them above my head.

"I'll never be jealous of guys hooking up with you, when I have plenty other girls willing to complete the task for me." His warm breath ran down my neck and his deep voice made me want to punch him.

"Then why are you pushing me against the wall if you can have so many other girls?" My breathing was heavy as he stared at the movement of my lips.

"Because I enjoy getting your attention." His lips moved closer to mine, just centimeters away and I could smell the chapstick on his lips, as if he'd just put it on.

"I hate you." I stopped looking at him, finding anything in the hallway to put my attention on so he'd leave me alone.

"No you don't." He slightly moved away, but I still felt like I could panic at any second.

"Yes I do." I closed my eyes shut tightly and nodded my head, hoping he'd get the hint.

"You don't hate me... do you?" One of his hands let go of mine, and moved to my waist, making a burning sensation bubble on my skin.

I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at me in guilt as he let my other hand go, bringing his to my face. "No matter how much I've wanted to hate you, I never could. I know you're secretly a good person."

His eyes stared at my lips again, then back to my eyes making me want to run away, but also stay just to see what happens.

I watched him lick his lips and then felt his thumb run against a tear that fell down my cheek. "Why have you tormented me for so long?"

Emotions from the past rendered in and more tears started falling, when I didn't even know I was crying in the first place.

He sighed and grabbed my wrist, slowly pulling me into the room he previously was in, then gently pushed me against the door, cupping my face and then kiss me.

Our lips moving together as if they were meant to meet, and pleasure arising just from the kiss. I'm enjoying it.