Life of the Party // GD

eight

LUCIA'S POV

He shuts the bedroom door behind us, not breaking contact with me as he pushes my body up against the wall. Grayson's hands roam over me and I tug at his shirt, signalling for him to take it off. He obliges, only jumping right back into our kiss, deepening it so that our breaths intertwine that much more.

My fingers run over his toned chest and back, pulling him roughly against me. Grayson lets out a groan and I sigh against his lips in response. 

"Let's see what you brought for me," Grayson breathes, his words sending chills down my spine as his calloused hands remove my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He pauses, slack-jawed and staring at me hungrily before resuming our kiss. While my lips distract him I unzip my skirt and drop it to the ground.

He notices.

"Fuck, Lucia," Grayson grunts, lifting me up out of my shoes and skirt and hoisting me against the wall with his hips. 

Guess the lingerie was a good idea.

I wrap my legs around his waist, their tight hold at odds against the delicate touch of my hands on his chest. His hands travel all over my body, from my hips and below to my chest, gently playing with the red lace that covers me so lightly.

"Gray," I moan into the kiss. One of his hands holds me close to him by the spot where my neck connects to my jaw. The other is intertwined with the hair at the back of my head, pulling softly.

He just feels so good, and I don't know if going through with this will help anything, but I have to try. It'll at least make me feel better - and it's definitely the kind of release I've been needing.

I run my fingers down his torso to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling at them until he gets the hint and pushes them to his ankles with one hand. His lips brush along my jawline to my neck, grazing my sweet spot almost instantly with his teeth, and I can't help but moan and pull him closer.

He bites at me gently but enough to leave a mark. It may hurt a bit but it feels so much better than you'd think; it's like I'm putting my life in his hands with this, and sometimes it can feel so good to just give in.

Don't forget yourself, Lucia. You're here for a reason.

I snake my head down to catch his lips with mine and they interlock, the steady rhythm seeming to pump through our veins in total sync. Before I know it he's lifting me off the wall and I fall closer into him, the dark room enveloping us so that it's like he's all I have left in the world.

But he's not. I can't let him know that, though.

Grayson lays me down on the bed, hovering over me for a moment before kissing my neck. Catching him off guard I flip myself around him so that I'm on top, straddling the boy and dragging my lips across his collarbone. I can feel him through what little clothes we have left on, and as I begin to grind on him I know this is gonna be way better than I ever could have expected.

"Babe, I- fuck," Grayson moans, letting his head fall back for a moment before rejoining his lips with mine. His fingers find the clasp of my bra, undoing it at the first try and casting it aside. He leaves kisses all over and I run my hands through his hair with a sigh.

I let my hands trail down his body to his boxers and, lifting myself up slightly, palm him through the fabric. I can feel his length and it's a safe bet that he is definitely quite the man. His eyes roll back for a moment and I place a hard kiss on his neck, catching the skin between my teeth to ensure I leave a mark.

Grayson grabs my ass, restlessly pulling on the lace panties that remain as my last barrier between the person I was earlier and the person I'm about to become. He flips us over smoothly, returning to his original place of dominance as the one on top. I stay laying back on the bed and he removes his boxers, proving me right - he's fucking hung.