Laughter erupted from the dining room as you sat with the Dolan family, cracking jokes and telling stories about high school and childhood. Grayson's mom had made spaghetti for dinner, and you were almost done.
Once you finished your plate, you took it to the kitchen and rinsed it off. Grayson came in the kitchen after you. You were still standing at the sink and Grayson came up behind you. You were intimidated by his height, and you knew he was trying to intimidate you by standing only a few inches away from you. You turned around, and your eyes met his. They were brownish green with a splash of yellow, a detail you had never noticed before.
He smirked, "'Scuse me," he muttered, a stern tone in his voice. He seemed to look right through you. You stepped to the side and scoffed. He quickly washed off his plate and walked past you without looking at you. Anger rose in your chest. He'd known you for years and had always been nice to you. Why all of a sudden was he acting like such a dick?
You walked out into the living room where everyone was, still angry about what had just occured in the kitchen. You plopped down in the only spot left on the couch which was beside Grayson. He had his arms crossed, his large biceps bulging out of his black t-shirt. You looked up at the tv. A movie you had never seen before was playing on cable.
You looked over at Grayson. He was focused on the movie. He was perfect. His nose curved at just the right places and his lips were bright pink and plump. At that moment, you had forgotten about what happened in the kitchen. Grayson was hot. Like REALLY hot. And for some reason you were just now noticing. You looked back up at the TV.
Time passed and the movie finished. It was dark outside by this point, and you really didn't feel like driving all the way back home. So you called your mom and asked her if you could stay at the Dolans' over night. She said yes because she trusted you and the boys. You trusted yourself. You didn't think that anything would happen, especially after what happened with Grayson earlier that night.
Grayson's mom laid out 2 pillows and a blanket on the couch for you. You went into the bathroom that was right next to Grayson's room. You opened the medicine cabinent and grabbed the toothbrush that you kept there, as well as the toothpaste. Putting the toothpaste on your toothbrush, you stuck the plastic stick in your mouth.
As you bent down to spit, you felt a large mass behind you. You knew it was Grayson trying to intimidate you. You quickly turned around to face him. He was very tall so you had to look up at him. He looked down at you, a daunting look in his eye. He reached behind you, opened the medicine cabinent and grabbed his toothbrush, then reached to grab the toothpaste on the sink.
You grabbed his arm just before he grabbed the bottle, "WHY are you acting like such a fucking asshole, Grayson?" He smirked and reached behind you to set his toothbrush down on the sink. He crossed his arms in front of his large chest.
A sensation of anger rushed through your body. "You're not being cute you're just pissing me off." He chuckled and leaned one hand on the sink behind you, his face inches from yours, "I know that it makes you mad, but it also gets you wet, huh? I see the way you look at me, all drooling and shit. I know that you think about me when you touch your pretty little pink pussy and that you moan my name when you cum a big, filthy mess." He reached his finger up to your lip and pulled it down.
Your pussy began to throb at Grayson's touch. "G-g-g-gray I-" He moved his finger up, shushing you. "Shut up. I'm not finished. I did it just to tease you because I know how it makes you feel. I know that you want me. I know that you NEED me."
At this point, you were leaning on the sink with your whole body weight. He leaned in to kiss you. His lips were soft and despite the fact that he was so big, his kiss was so gentle. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands becoming tangled up in his soft brown hair. Grayson's hands found their way to your hips and he wrapped his big arms around your waist.
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