Rosalie
Yes.
Finally.
Grayson flips me so I’m laying on the bed. “You do?” I ask him.
He nods. “Do you still want to?”
More than anything. “Yes,” I husk out.
I reach down to take off my heels, but he stops me. “Leave them on. They’re so sexy,” he says, running his hand up my calf.
I smile, laying down on my back, looking up at him. My eyes drift to his chest, which is scattered with tattoos. He has a few on his chest and a few on his arms. He’s not completely covered in them, but there’s also not a lot of bare skin showing. I love them, and they look so hot on him. I never thought I’d like tattoos, but my god, I do.
He reaches for the hem of my panties and pulls them down my legs until I’m completely naked, wearing nothing but my heels. He steps back, his eyes roaming my naked body. “You look…” He shakes his head, “like heaven.”
I light up at every compliment that leaves his lips. I try not to let it affect me a lot. I think he noticed the last time I looked at him like I was dying to now. The way he asked if I was going to fall for him made me tense up because I knew I was already on the verge. I’ve caught feelings for Grayson, of course, I have. How could I not?
But I knew if I told him that, he would stop this. I thought I could do this with Grayson and not catch feelings, but I was so wrong. I miss him all the time, I want to see him every day, but he obviously doesn’t feel the same.
He doesn’t even believe in love, and I think it would be so easy to fall in love with him, if only he let me. We don’t see each other as much as I’d like to, so he obviously has no feelings for me.
I thought he might. He said he missed me. He buys me flowers and looks at me like I’m the only person in the room. But the way he frowned when he asked me if I was falling for him made his feelings on the matter crystal clear.
I’m probably going to get my heart broken when this ends, but for now, I’m enjoying it. I’m enjoying the feel of his hands all over my body, I’m enjoying the compliments and praise he gives me. I’m enjoying him.
He gets on his knees, spreads my legs farther apart, and stares at the spot between my legs.
“You’re so wet, angel,” he murmurs, running his fingers over my thighs, getting closer to my center. “You’re so pretty down here.” I let out a moan. I love when he says that. I love the compliments from him, they never get old.
“Can I lick you?” he asks. “I’m dying to taste you again.”
I nod, letting out a whimper as a reply. I’m too dizzy to speak any real words.
He dips his head, the tip of his tongue licking my clit, making my hips buck at the contact.
His tongue works me, licking me completely dry. He sucks my clit and leaves open-mouth kisses all over my lower lips. I can feel myself get wetter the more he eats me until my hips buck against his face, feeling the pressure increase inside my core.
“Grayson.” I moan, throwing my head back as one hand clutches his hair and the other fists the sheets.
He dips down, lapping at my entrance, licking up the arousal dripping out of me before coming back up to my clit and sucking it hard. That’s all it takes. I clamp my legs around his head as my hips move, and he sucks me until I come so hard, shaking as the orgasm drips out of me.
Grayson doesn’t stop. His tongue stays on my clit softly as two of his fingers find their way to my entrance. He slowly slides them both in, it feels slightly uncomfortable, but I’m so wet they slide effortlessly. He groans when he’s knuckles deep, and I feel so full. I want to feel him.
“Grayson. Please.” I pant, breathless from the orgasm I just had, and the feel of another brewing as he plays with my clit and his fingers are stuffed inside of me.
“What do you want, Rosie?”
“You. I want you inside of me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.” I whimper. “I’m ready. I want you.”
His fingers pull out of me, and he stands up above me. “Fuck, Rosie,” he husks out, holding my head in his hands. “I want you too.”
Not in the way I want you.
He pulls off his jeans and boxers. His cock springs free, and it’s right there in front of me.
“Wow.” I gasp, staring at his dick. It makes my mouth water, wanting him in my mouth again.
He chuckles as he reaches his dresser for a condom. I gulp. This is it. I’m about to lose my virginity. He rolls the condom on his length slowly, and it makes me throb. I want him so badly.
He walks toward me until he is stretched out on top of me. His lips find mine. He kisses me softly and gently, and I moan into his kiss. I love his lips on mine.
He pulls back and spreads my legs with one hand while the other strokes his dick in languid moves.
“Scoot back for me, angel,” he rasps. ‘Lift your knees.’
I scoot back onto the bed, making room for him to join me, and lift my knees until I’m spread out open for him.
He kneels on the bed above me and brings the head of his cock to my entrance. I gasp when I feel it there, and he stills. “You ready?”
I nod, and he pushes inside, slowly stretching me. I let out a breath, feeling him fill me. “Oh fuck.” He groans as he fills me deeper.
I wince at the small intrusion of my insides stretching, and he stops. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
“It’s okay.” I husk out. “Just keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Grayson. I want to feel you.”
He groans, tipping his head back. “You drive me crazy, Rosie.” His hand is wrapped around his cock, and the other reaches down to rub my clit while he continues to push inside of me.
Once he bottoms out, he lets out a curse and groans, closing his eyes. I squeeze my eyes shut too. The feel of him inside me is so intense, I feel so full and stretched, and then he starts moving. He slowly pulls out and pushes in again, and the pain starts to subside as pleasure takes over.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says, speeding up his movements a little. He bends down to kiss me while he moves in and out of me. His pelvis hits my clit, and I moan into his mouth.
His hips thrust, fucking me as he kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper until he’s so deep he groans. His eyes are focused on mine, and I look up at them as he keeps moving in and out of me.
He smirks, a slight smile forms on his face as he looks down at me while moving inside of me. “Hi,” he whispers.
I let out a laugh. “Hi,” I whisper back, smiling up at his dark eyes. His face is so close to me. We’re looking into each other’s eyes. This feels way too intimate, and I love it. Damn it, Grayson. I snap my eyes closed, trying to differentiate between sex and feelings. If Grayson can do it, so can I. I think.
He lifts up onto his knees again and grabs my hips, pulling them to meet his thrusts. I keep my eyes closed, focusing on the immense pleasure building as the room fills with his grunts and my breathless whimpers.
My hand drifts down, and I touch myself, rubbing my clit like I love Grayson doing to me. I rub in slow circles, teasing myself as Grayson fucks me.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He grunts. “Touch yourself, that’s it, baby.”
I moan, unable to contain the pleasure of his words. He called me baby. He’s never done that before.
“I need more,” I say breathlessly.
“What do you need?” he asks me, slowing his thrusts.
I shake my head. That’s the opposite of what I want. “More. Faster. Harder.” I gasp.
“There’s a difference between faster and harder, Rosie. Which one?” He asks, still thrusting slowly inside of me.
I need him to speed up. I feel the orgasm cresting inside of me. “Faster,” I tell him again.
“You’re dripping all over my cock.” Grayson grunts, thrusting faster into me, making me throw my head back as he hits a spot inside me that I can feel in my throat.
A gasp gets caught in my throat as he speeds up. “Open your eyes for me, Rosie,” he says.
I open my eyes and look up at him, and I’m met with his hooded eyes filled with lust. The sight of him makes my walls squeeze around him, which he must have felt because his eyes drift closed for a minute, and he throws his head back with a groan.
When he opens his eyes, they find mine, and he speeds up his thrusts for a few seconds and then slows down again. I cry out again, and he laughs. “You’re close,” he says. “I can feel it.” One of his hands leaves my hips and drifts to where my finger is on my clit. He places his own on top of mine, adding pressure to it. “Keep touching yourself. I want to feel you come all over my dick.”
I nod, quickening my movements, and his hand grabs my hips again. “You want fast?” He asks.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes.” I moan.
He grins. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says, and then he finally speeds up enough to make me cry. He holds my hips in place while he fucks me fast and deep until I fall back onto the bed and cry out in pleasure as I reach my peak.
I feel myself clench around him, tightening the hold of his dick inside of me, which must make him lose control because not even seconds later, he stills and groans as he comes inside of me, spilling into the condom.
He crashes onto the bed beside me as we breathe through the orgasm we both had. He disposes of the condom as I lie on his bed, out of breath but satisfied.
He joins me a minute later and lies beside me on the bed, twisting my head to face him with his thumb on my chin. “How was that?”
I smile. I smile because it was perfect. I smile because it was him. I smile because I never want to do this with anyone but him. I smile because I can’t ever tell him that. I smile because I can’t cry. “Perfect,” I tell him.
He tucks me into his chest, and I bite my lip to keep the tears down. I know without a doubt in my heart that I’m way too deep in this. I know that I’m falling for Grayson, I’m already halfway there.
Unfortunately, he will never feel the same.
What have you done, Rosie?
