"My dad was a pro dodgeball player back in the day, it's kind of where I get my athletic build from."
A giggle flew past your lips the more you listened to him speak through the noise of the party. God, he was such a douchebag and he hadn't changed since high school. Fortunately for you, you were both attending the same college now and he was the host of the party. You had to admit, he did have a wonderful built - and he was trying his very hardest to get with you ever since he laid eyes on you, but you could not give in. Not one bit. No matter how good he looked in that denim jacket, no matter how much his smile was melting you, you just had to resist because you were stronger than that. "You are such a tool, Grayson Dolan."
He smirked. "Is that a good thing?"
You pretended to think. "Hmm. Well, the more you talk, the more I'd like for you to shut up."
"I can definitely shut up if you want me to, princess, but it's gonna cost you," he said, eyes eating you up like the second he saw you walk in wearing high-waisted shorts and a simple band t-shirt. Your legs were just begging to be held by him, and he couldn't imagine what you had hidden underneath that shirt.
Rolling your eyes, you made your move to turn around, when he gripped at your wrist gently.
"Hey, how about I show you something in my room?"
You didn't want to get excited, but you were. Fuck sake, don't give in. He was a tool, you weren't just saying that to say that. "Dolan–"
"I'm not gonna try anything, I just got these lights set up around my bed and–"
You giggled yet again and decided to mock him. "Really? Lights? How aesthetic."
That fucking smile of his, and the glint in his eyes. Your legs were forming into jelly. "Come on," he said, and for some reason, the way he said it made you throb due to how deep and husky it sounded. It was so hard not to be attracted to him when he had the face and the voice and as he'd mentioned; the built.
You let him guide you down the hall, between the sea of people, until you were at a specific door that he had to lock up so no one would get in. Once inside, you nodded to yourself at seeing how nice it was. Especially his bed. It was wide, cozy, and perfect for the two of you to fit on and–
Grayson closed the door and reached for his remote, surprising you by turning on the lights surrounding his bed that illuminated the room in such a heavenly yet sinful way. You had to admit to yourself again, but they were nice... however, kinky definitely flew past your thoughts. There was no way he was doing this for it to just look nice.
"Nice, right?" he still asked.
"Mhm..." You said, feeling his large body behind you.
"I was actually thinking... red, it's the color of sin," he mentioned, clicking the buttons to show red. It had to be your favorite. "And I want nothing more than to pound you as hard as I can into that mattress." Another click. "Green, a little calmer, softer, but I'd be going deep inside that pussy." Oh my God, he was really going there. You gulped. "Blue, you'd just have to feel me in there without me moving an inch." Shit, shit, shit, he couldn't be doing this to you. He just couldn't. "Whatever. How does that sound?"
Fucking devine.
You shifted on your feet a little, feeling yourself dripping. You were sweating, nearly drooling, and your legs were giving out underneath you.
"Boring."
Grayson chuckled, and your whole body shivered when you heard it.
"Don't act like you aren't wet, princess, I know you are."
