gray is back in jersey and i don’t know how to act. like imagine waking up to that mans, he’s lacking a tshirt even though it’s only 15 degrees, because he hates the feel of it when he sleeps. somehow, someway, he’s halfway on top of your body when you open your eyes. the sun has yet to rise, but you can tell it’s morning from the soft glow outside the window. you feel grayson little breaths puffing against your neck, you can still smell the traces of alcohol he consumed the night prior. you had gone outside with a few others last night, sitting around a fire ethan somehow managed to light, and passed around a few bottles of who knows what. you honestly couldn’t remember. it was casual though, nothing too serious or like a party. it was fun. you loved being with grayson in jersey. loved exploring the back wooded area, riding on the back of the four wheeler, going into small, local markets and shops, coming home and cooking dinner with him and ethan, sipping coffee with his mom in the afternoon as she tells you stories about the picture frames decorating their walls. you think over all these things, running your fingers through his knotted yet soft tufts of hair. you feel him stretch against you and the sound of a soft, raspy groan rumble through his bare chest. slowly, he raises himself on his elbows to look at you. his eyes are barely open, the eyelids threatening to slide back down and carry him back into a deep sleep. he’s still not used to the eastern time. “morning sleepy head.” you smile, pressing a quick peck to his nose. “so glad you made me drink that water bottle last night.” he sighs, rolling off of you and onto his back. you turn on your side, draping your leg over his lower abdomen and resting your palm on his pec, “good thing i wasn’t nearly as tipsy as you were.” grayson was probably way beyond the boundaries of “tipsy” last night, you could always tell when he was drunk, or at least getting there, because suddenly his hands would have a mind of their own and his words would become jumbled and quiet, whispering the dirstiest shit in your ear. good thing as soon as you got him into his bed he passed out, you honestly weren’t that much in the mood to deal with his horny ass. “hmm,” he nods, his hand coming to rest on the back of your pajama pant (stolen from grays drawer) covered thigh, “what time is it?” slowly, light was beginning to spill in the room, illuminating everything with a cool tint. you shift to move on top of him and peer at the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. “15 minutes till 7,” you say, settling on top of him, “6:45.”
he licks his lips and you can feel him against you. his eyes that once held a sleep deprived look, now were heavy with lust and need. you can’t help but grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. you feel his large hands rub up and down your back, you can imaging the smirk his wears on his scruffy face. “can do a lot in 15 minutes.” he states, his cold hand slipping beneath the back of your shirt, causing your skin break out into goosebumps. “yep,” you breathe out, slowly moving to press your forehead to his, “what do you want to do?” his eyebrows raise slightly, flickering over your face, “well, i was wondering what you wanted to do.” you breathe in deeply, inhaling his scent, which smelled of the smoke from the fire last evening, his cologne and sweat. the feeling between your thighs grows stronger, almost like a pulse. a throb. “can i,” you whisper, almost shy to say the words, “can i ride you?” he wants to close his eyes and moan at the words that leave your lips so innocently. you were so quiet and sweet, it turned him on even more. “if that’s what you wanna do, baby.” he says, not breaking eye contact with you, “is that what you wanna do?” you nod your head, moving to straddle his hips, sitting lightly on his cock separated from you between layers of clothes. you can’t help but move back and forth on it slowly, teasing him by grinding against it. he smiles as he bites his lip, looking you up and down slowly. he could feel himself getting harder by the second and the wet patch against the material of his boxers growing.
you lean down, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. it was quick and messy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting. you moan sweetly into his mouth, biting his bottom lip before pulling away. you sit back on your knees, running your fingers down his bare, toned chest. they stop just at the waistband of his pajama pants and boxers. your eyes flicker up his face, tracing the skin above his waistband. he stares at your finger, the muscles in his abdomen flexing at the touch. you scoot down even further to press a wet kiss right above the waistband. you hear him suck in a breath through his teeth and smile softly to yourself. you sit back up and decide not to stall any longer. your pointer fingers hook into his bottoms and pull them down his thighs slowly. his cock springs up, the head red and swollen, precum leaking from it. you can’t help but lean down and lick a stripe up the underside and suck off the tip. “fuck, baby.” he sighs, covering his eyes with his forearm. awkwardly, you go to stand and kick off your pajama pants, but are too impatient to take off all your clothes. you move your panties to the side, hovering right above him. his hands rest on the outsides of your thighs, eyes glancing at the shine from your arousal on the insides of your thighs. you reach and line him up with your entrance, biting your lip and looking up at him. slowly, you sink down on him, taking him inch by inch. your eyes flutter closed and your mouth opens wide in a silent moan, feeling him fill you up and stretch you out. his nails dig into the skin of your thighs as he tries to keep his moans quiet. you take a breather when he reaches the hilt, your hands squeezing the hem of your tshirt. gray takes your hands in his and and lets you squeeze them instead. you softly laugh, looking up at him and breaking the silence, “your just so fucking big.” he cocks up an eyebrow and grins with pride, “really now?” you knew he was just joking, but you couldn’t help but clench around him and wipe that shit eating grin off his face. he almost chokes on the air he was breathing in at the feeling of you tightening around him unexpectedly. you smirk at him cocking your own eyebrow at him. he seats at your ass before grabbing your panties and moving them further to the side. “go on now, ride it baby.” he purrs leaning back against the pillows and waiting for you to start.
slowly, you start your pace by moving back and forth, swiveling your hips every so often. you were just building it up, not trying to break a sweat just yet. you let go of his hands and bring your hands up under your shift to play with your tits. you sigh, closing your eyes and massaging them while moving at a pace grayson through was painstakingly slowl. god, he loved it, don’t get him wrong. but he was quite the impatient type. he feels himself twitch at the look on your face as you squeeze your boobs hidden underneath your cropped shirt. his mouth was practically watering at the scene of you in front of him. he wanted so much to ruin you. flip you beneath him and ravage you, fuck your pretty pussy until you were crying. he felt like an animal, thinking of these crazy thoughts, but couldn’t help it. he knew though, that this is what you wanted to do. you wanted to do this and he said he would let you. so, he continues to lean back for the ride and enjoy his view. “damn, your so fucking sexy, y/n.” gray says, spanking your ass and making you whine at the feeling. your hands drop from beneath your shirt and coming to rest on his lower abs. you cry out in response, eyes screwed shut and moving quicker over him. he grins spanking you again before rubbing over the sensitive skin. he was so deep in you, you could swear he was in your guts. you loved it. you move up and down on him, moaning out loud at the feeling. he grunts, shifting his legs and rubbing a hand over his face from the pleasure, “oh yeah, there you go. that’s a good girl.” you swallow thickly, loving the praise, sitting up proud of yourself. you rub your hands all over your body, sighing out, “i’m your good girl.” “yeah you are,” he nods, letting his mouth hang open as he pants, “my good girl. your so goddamn good. perfect.” he thrusts himself up into as he talks, reveling in the sound of your tiny “uh’s” when you move on him.
your noise grow louder and higher in pitch. he knew you were close, the way your thighs started to shake and you almost collapsed on his chest. he licks his lips, brings his thumb to his tongue to wet it and then press it right on your clit. “oh! fuck...” you moan, stuttering your movements when he circles your nub. “oh my god, gray.” he clicks his tongue, grabbing your hip with his to help encourage you to keep moving, “keep going sweetheart, your almost here right?” you cry out, resting your hands on his chest and nodding frantically. you were so close, it was almost to much. “atta girl,” he mumbles, his eyes watching you with a hard gaze, his thumb on your clit not slowing, murmuring softly, “your gonna cum. come on, cum on this cock. you love it, don’t you? show me how pretty you look when you do it. yeah?” you gasp, twitching slightly, “i-i-“ you don’t finish your sentence before groaning and reaching your climax. you feel it everywhere. your toes and fingers going numb as you squeeze your eyes shut and let your jaw go slack. you start to come back when you hear gray huff out, “shit, that’s it.” gently, he flips you onto your back before moving inside you. even in your sensitive state, you let him finish, moving your fingers over the features of his face before cupping his face in your hands. he pants through his nose as he turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand. you hook your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back. your pussy squeezes him softly as you encourage him to cum. “fill me up, gray.” you sigh, your body rocking back and forth as his pounds into you, “give me it, grayson.” his hips stutter and his head hangs as he pushes himself all the away in you. he lets out a long groan, emptying all of himself into you. you him in satisfaction, feeling the warmth of him filling you. slowly, he pulls out of you before sliding your panties off of you. then, he lowers himself to lay on top of you. you realize your back in the position your two were in when you wake up, and can’t help but press a soft kiss to his temple. “morning sleepy head.” you whisper.
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