puck you

volume three

"What?"

"Fuck you, Dolan."

"I don't mind, let's go," he simply responded, face as serious as ever.

Your breathing hitched when he went to take off his Nike shirt, showing you just what you had missed oh so dearly. His muscles, every single one of them, were perfect. The dips of his shoulders were kissable. Then there was the color of his toned skin. He looked strong enough to just fuck you right in the air...

"I'm not fucking you," you managed to say, despite your thoughts screaming back at you.

"Because he did it so well, princess. Didn't you have to fake orgasms for him?" You stared at him in confusion next, and Gray knew you what you were about to question him about. "Don't worry, I left the house every time he'd come over. As if I'd want to see that shit. But you accidentally called me once. Fucking..." The reminder made Grayson clench his jaw. "I had to hear you two, that's why I was so pissed off that one time."

"You're always pissed off."

"Yeah, but this was different."

"Whatever, G."

"Actually. Didn't you... ask me to help you out, but then you decided to be a good person and not cheat?"

You couldn't deny that one. You briefly remembered it happening at a party, where you had a fight with your ex through the phone and Grayson was kind enough to take you up to his bedroom so that you could sleep there. During that, you saw a lot more to the popular hockey jock; he was so sweet that night, helping you with feeling sick, with taking off your clothes to be comfortable, and so on - even as you threw yourself at him. So him saying what he just did completely threw you off. "Okay, asshole, I was drunk."

"Which is why I didn't go along with it." You kept your lips shut then as Grayson stood to his full tall length, towering over you intimidatingly. "And I know for a fact that you faked every goddamn orgasm because I watched you rub that pussy of yours from across my bedroom until you came for real."

You blushed and nearly choked on a gasp, heart picking up as your mind took you back to the times during midnight when your parents would be away. You often liked to leave your blinds open to let the moonlight in, so that must've slipped your mind a few times and Grayson saw everything. From you getting fully naked to run your free hand over your tits, to you rubbing at your clit, fingering yourself, and even tasting yourself when it was over - all at the thought of him. Maybe he was on your mind so much that you forgot he was actually supposed to be there, merely feet away.

He'd try not to look, but since you were so distracted, he'd go ahead and pleasure himself just the same. He'd sit on his bed facing your window, take his cock out, and think about being at the end of your bed, on his knees and eating you out. Then he'd think about fucking you until your cheeks would be a blushed red and until you'd be passing out from the overstimulation he'd be giving you.

"And with the thought of me, too..."

Now you were shocked, your lips parting and heart rate picking up so much that you thought Grayson was able to hear throughout the quiet room. Was he able to read your mind or something, too? You had no idea how your face looked, so you clearly gave yourself away with that reaction.

Slowly, Grayson smirked. "I was kidding, babe, but by the look on your face, I guess it's true. You think of me when you touch yourself?"

"Please," you scoffed, failing to hide your lies.
"I do not."

Grayson ignored that and looked you over. "What do you think about? Riding my cock? Me fucking you from behind, going so fucking deep inside of you–"

"None of it, actually, Grayson." Fuck, were you getting so wet by his words.
Grayson leaned in even closer. "So you wouldn't want me to be the one touching your pussy? Fingering it? You wouldn't want me to eat you out right here, right on this bench? Or fuck you as hard as I can against the lockers?" Fuck, you almost let out, along with a whimper as he walked even closer, staring down at your petite body with his loopy eyes. "I'm offering it all, sweetheart. Glad to do it until your legs are fucking shaking and you're squirting all over me."

He was so good with his words that your legs were already giving out and he hadn't even done anything. Your eyes trailed down to see his bulge getting bigger as his thoughts went off. He was large, definitely, so your voice nearly broke at the thought of what it could do.

"You seem to be the only one getting turned on here."
Grayson and that beautiful, teasing smile.

"Prove to me you're not as affected."
You playfully rolled your eyes, and almost said something sassy back, but decided to go along with it. He wanted to play around, then so were you.

So with your hands going down to your shorts, you slowly unbuttoned it and moved your hips from side to side to shimmy out of them.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to do it, I was just playing around." He was not playing around, but he respected your decisions, and that made your heart melt.

"So now you want me to stop?"

"I'd only continue if you really want me to."

With that, you smiled devilishly, and turned around. Grayson's eyes trailing down to your ass, his hands itching to grab and squeeze at it, but he decided to enjoy the show as you finished taking them off to show your simple black panties that were such a smooth material, they'd probably rip off from his hands at a single touch. Your ass looked perfect and round, and it was a great sight, even if he'd already stolen glances of it before.