Y/n POV:
The chilly, October air engulfed the warm car as we both open the doors. I take in the huge breath of fresh air as Grayson's car reeked of puke.
"Well, not my ideal county fair date". I scrunch my nose and laugh. I get out of his car and try to stomp off some pieces of digested hot dog of my shoe.
"Yeah, I guess I should have told you that Ethan's girl has an upset stomach". He giggles and climbs out of the car.
"It would have been helpful for me to know, especially on the Ferris wheel".
"Oh man, it's still crazy how that couple didn't want to hurt her after some puke got on their baby". Grayson laughs. We shut the car doors and make our way in his dark house. I close the door behind us.
"I know. But I feel so bad for her, she felt so humiliated".
"I really don't care cause she's usually a bitch to me". Gray retorts.
"Oh, well then". I laugh nervously, setting my purse on the kitchen floor.
"If you want, just take a shower. Leave your clothes on the bathroom floor and I'll put them in the washing machine. There are towels on the shelf, I'll put some fresh clothes in there for you, too".
"Alright. Thanks". I smile and close the bathroom door.
One hot shower later, I walk to find Grayson wearing only his boxers and with folded clothes in his arms.
"Look, at you all nice and clean". He smiles and lightly brushes his lips against mine. "You change into this while I take a quick shower, too. I'll be right back".
I look away and start looking the at the only piece of clothing on the bed: one of his t-shirts.
"Grayson, you dirty boy". I laugh and slide the shirt over my naked body. After drying my hair as much as I could, I shimmy into his bed and wait for him to get out of the shower.
But as the room was getting colder, the bed was getting comfier, and my eyes were getting heavier, I felt my semi-exhausted body slowly drift to sleep.
"Mmm fff" the sounds that escaped from Grayson's lips woke me up. I was a bit drowsy when I heard more words seep from his mouth. I turn to see my phone: 2:52 am. The curtains were split, allowing a bright blade of moonlight enter and enlighten the entire room.
"Y/n...." he says. I'm more conscious when I see his body squirm and jolt a bit. I was about to shake him awake when I lift up the sheets and find his member stiffen upwards.
I take my lower lip in between my teeth and quietly giggle.
Poor Gray... I thought. I let go of the sheet and shift around to see him, better. I rest my head on his pillow and continue to enjoy the show. He lets out a restricted groan and his eyes shut tighter. His legs become a little shaky; he was just so vulnerable, yet so tense at the same time. I decide to have my fun.
I carefully slide under the thin black sheet and inch my way to the waistband of his boxers. My nimble fingers trace the bold letters of the wide elastic band and then lightly pinched the edge, careful enough to avoid his warm, tan skin. As swiftly as I could, I slid the spandex restraint down to the middle of his tattooed covered thighs. His chest rose, probably feeling the cold sheets blanket over his bare self.
I take my bottom lip in between my teeth again and adjust myself to the open space in between his legs. Although my vision was limited under the sheet, the slightly tented sheet made my view of Grayson clear. His hip begins to jolt and his thighs began to tense. I bring my tongue to the warm, swollen tip, then eventually envelope my mouth around him and bob my head up and down.
His grunts become louder and breaths are slightly shorter. Like he does to me, I held down his moving hips with one hand and using my hand to finish the job.
"Fuck". He groans into the night air. His hand goes to the back of my head and intertwines with my hair. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs, which makes me moan onto him. He makes me take him in more and pushes my head further down. continued until I felt him twitch and slightly shake at my movements.
I remove my mouth, free myself from his grasp, and continue with my hand.
"Mouth...please". He whimpers. I hesitate a bit, acknowledging that this dumbass is awake, but I wanted to fulfill his wish.
My mouth slowly makes its way down his shaft, and continue the movements I did before. His hips kept lifting themselves from the bed, and he kept pushing himself deep inside my mouth.
"Y/n!" he groans and comes in my mouth. I immediately swallow it, trying not to let the bitter taste linger in my mouth any longer. He lifts the black sheet and helps me move up to his chest. He kisses me and hugs me tight.
"What did you dream about?" I ask him. "No one get's so hard from a nightmare... at least I don't think so".
"Oh, well, I uhh was dreaming about you. Remember that time you sent me the hot pic? That's what it was. As if I was there, watching you get undressed and pleasuring yourself. It was so fucking hot". He bites his lower lip.
"You're such a horny guy, you need to control yourself".
"Well, you just helped me quench my thirst, I could go for a round two".
"I don't see a problem with that". I laugh and quickly straddle his lap.
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Woah, I haven't updated in months. That's so terrible of me... but I have the same excuse I always use.
My senior year hasn't been the best, however, my first semester taught me how to get the jist of it and I am absolutely excited to be more interactive with my stories and school
I plan on updating tomorrow as well as updating the story I am currently writing. You guys should read it, btw. it's called Should Have Stayed Where We Were.
Hope you guys have a happy holidays!
I missed you, cinnamon rolls.
--K.
