Scale of Sense Part VIII:
Summary: *cough, cough*
Warning: 18+ explicit. first time writing smut lol so i don't even know if it's that good.
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Grayson pulls away from our kiss to lay me down on the couch.
I wasn’t expecting the couch, but I mean, if we do this, it’s something I can take off my bucket list.
“Grayson,”
“Shh, darling.” Grayson’s hands are on my waist again and he leans down to kiss me.
His kiss is rough. Hungry. Meant to be mine. Something that I’ll take any day. His hands slip under my shirt, leaving shivers in its wake.
This is surreal.
Grayson is positioned between my legs and I lift my hips, trying to create some friction between our bodies. His hands around my waist tightens and he pulls away from the kiss. I’m breathless, and I’m waiting for Grayson to take this a step further.
My hands go up to his face, and I force his eyes to mine. His eyes search mine, and I’m doing everything physically possible to let him know that I want this. That I’m ready, because I really, really want this.
But why is there still a bit of uncertainty inside of me?
Grayson suddenly sits up. I watch with big eyes as he strips down to his undershirt and pants.
How does this man not die from being too hot?
The shirt hugs his body perfectly and all I want to do is touch him.
And to be touched by him.
Grayson leans in for a kiss again, his hands dipping under my shirt. His hands are rough against my skin and I whimper into his mouth. He pulls at my shirt and I lift my arms, breaking the kiss and allowing him to pull my shirt off.
He pecks my lips before pulling back to admire my body. His fingers graze my waist and they move up and up until they reach my bra. I gulp.
Not yet.
I grab Grayson by the shirt and I pull him into a kiss. His tongue meets mine and the kiss becomes sloppy when Grayson’s hips dip down to meet mine. I pull back with a moan and I wish we can move this faster, but at the same time I want this to last as long as possible.
Grayson’s hand plays with my bra buckle and I gulp.
Why do I feel so uncertain about this?
Grayson leans his forehead against mine before he speaks with a hoarse voice. “May I?”
My heart skips a beat when I hear his voice. That’s because of me.
Or is it? How do I know that this isn’t something he’s done plenty of times before? How do I know that he’s not just using me to satisfy his needs?
Maybe this is the only reason he invited me to come here with him.
But then again, I never heard any rumors about him sleeping around.
“Yes,” My voice is also gone.
He loosens my bra and I slip it off. We’re still for a moment where Grayson stares at my chest. At first I’m worried that he doesn’t like what he sees, but he groans and bites his lip.
His head falls into the crook of my neck, and we stay like that for a few seconds.
“It’s unfair that you have to hide something like this.” Grayson’s voice praises softly in my ear. I grin.
“You know it’s not my fault, right? Blame society.” This pulls a chuckle out of Grayson.
He places a soft kiss on my shoulder, and on instinct my body tries to jerk away.
Grayson sits up suddenly. “What?” He stares at me with big eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”
A blush takes over my face. “No.”
“What happened?”
“Your hair tickled my neck.”
I try to bury my face in the couch from embarrassment. Grayson gives a soft chuckle again. His hand leads my face to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, Darling. You’re adorable.” My blush deepens.
Grayson’s lips peck mine before moving down my jaw and down to the crook of my neck where his teeth come out to play. I let out a breathy moan when he softly bites my skin.
He moves down again and when he gets to my chest, his hands move up to play with my breasts, grazing my nipples every few seconds. And everytime, it sends a jolt down my body, leaving it numb and ecstatic at the same time. I lift my hips again, asking Grayson for more.
His mouth moves down to my stomach and he brings his teeth out again. My hands find their way through his hair and I’m trying to keep in the little whimpers that escape my mouth. With every touch, I feel the goosebumps on my skin getting more and more prominent, until shivers run up and down my spine, leaving me breathless, leaving me wanting more, needing more.
I pull slightly at Grayson’s hair when he softly bites down on my stomach. Sensational. Freeing. Enticing.
His hands leave my breasts to pull at the belt loops of my jeans. I give a protesting whimper at the loss of pleasure. Grayson grins and looks up at me. “You’re not much of a patient person are you?” His voice is teasing and it sends a blush over my entire body. “Can I take them off?” He tugs at the loop.
I swallow, unsure, but I nod my head anyway. “Words, Sweetheart. Use your words.”
Butterflies erupt in all the right places at his words. “Y-yes. Take them off.”
“There we go.”
Grayson unbuttons my pants and he pulls them off, leaving me in my lingerie. I watch as he leans down to plant a kiss on my clit. My walls clench involuntarily. A million thoughts of Grayson flash through my head. A soft breath leaves my mouth and I push my hips up to try and gain some pleasure from his mouth.
He licks his lips when he comes back up. “Wow, Y/N.”
I feel my face flush. This is embarrassing. “I haven’t even done much.”
“You should take it as a compliment.”
“Why now?”
“Because no other man has ever been able to do that.”
Grayson hums in response. He plants another kiss on my soaked underwear before kissing his way back up to my mouth. His hands move down to unbuckle his pants and he takes them off.
His fingers slip into my underwear and I flinch when they graze my clit. His finger slides between my folds and my hips jerk. “Grayson,” My voice is soft, breathy, almost unheard.
His finger covers my entrance, but he doesn’t quite push it in yet. My hips jerk again, trying to get his finger to slip in, but it doesn’t work. “Grayson,” My voice is edging on a whimper and tears.
“It’s okay, darling, we’re almost there.”
He finally pulls my underwear off, and when he does, my legs open. My breaths are deep and ragged and I wait for Grayson to take the next step. To kiss me, touch me, fuck me, just any sort of pleasurable contact.
It’s only now that I notice that Grayson got rid of his underwear. I stare at his length and that’s when reality decided to hit. He leans down to kiss me but I push my hands gently onto his chest. “Grayson.”
I hate pushing him away.
Grayson buries his face in my shoulder. “You’re not ready.” His voice is soft, assuring, and that makes it all the more arousing.
“I just- I’ve never done this.” My voice is quick and frantic.
Grayson lifts his head and he lays his hand on my cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” His eyes are understanding.
He’s not mad.
“And if I’m being honest,” He pauses. “This is a lot for me too. It’s also my first time.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“How?”
Grayson chuckles. “What can I say? I was saving myself for somebody very special.” He plants a kiss on my nose.
I try to avoid eye contact because of the blush overtaking my body.
“So, do you want me to stop? Because if you do, I’d understand.”
I think hard.
If I say no, I don’t know when we would get an opportunity like this again, but if I say yes…I’d be giving him something I’m never going to be able to get back.
Am I willing to take that risk?
To give something this big to somebody who could leave in two days?
“I don’t know.” I look away. I feel guilty for leading him on and then telling him that I want to stop. That’s not right. It’s not fair to him.
“It’s okay. We still have a lot of time.” Grayson gets up. He grabs his clothes and goes for the door.
“Grayson, wait.” I get up and grab his arm. “Wait.” I take his clothes from his hands and I drop it on the ground. “Fuck it.” Before he can say anything, I smash my lips onto his. This time, I’m the one leading him to the couch.
Grayson’s legs hit the couch and he sits down. I push him to lay down and I situate myself between his legs. I feel his dick pressing into my thigh as I lay my lips on his again. A soft moan breaks through his lips.
I pull his shirt off. I kiss down to his v-line and from there I lick back up until I reach his lips. I feel his hips jerk against me, and I get the taste of how he felt being on top of me. Or at least some taste.
I push my thigh against his hard-on and a breathy moan falls from his wide-open mouth. “Y/N.”
I bite my lip.
Should I?
“What is it, Grayson?”
“Don’t.”
And when did I decide that it was a good idea to try and dominate when one word from his mouth can push me over the edge?
I lift my thigh, allowing space for my hand to work. “Tell me when it feels good.”
I grab onto his length and I start giving slow, soft pumps. I still don’t have any idea what I’m doing. I don’t know how fast to go, or how hard to squeeze. “You can go a bit faster, Y/N.”
“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ve never done this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Grayson sits up so that he can lean against the armrest of the couch. “It’s okay.” My hand is still around his dick but I’m not on top of him anymore. “Here,” He wraps his hand around mine, and he helps me to adjust the pressure. “Let me.” He starts moving his hand and I move mine too.
I try to concentrate on what Grayson is trying to show me, but my eyes keep running up and down his body. He’s sweating in all the right places. His face holds a look of pure ecstasy, pure pleasure. And it wakes something up inside of me.
I pull my hand away from his dick and I make my way onto his body again. “Y/N, what-” I cut him off with a kiss. This time it’s my turn to moan. The kiss is wet and sloppy and it’s nowhere near perfect, but it means so much to me in this moment.
Grayson flips us and he deepens the kiss when he’s on top of me. His hand goes down to my wetness again and he lets his finger slip between my folds. He moves his finger up and over my clit before resting it at my entrance again. “May I?”
“Yes.”
His finger enters me. “Grayson.”
He starts to slowly move his finger in and out. I don’t know how this is supposed to feel, but I’m pretty sure that it can’t get any better than this.
Not long after, Grayson adds another finger and my breath hitches. It can get better.
When I’m adjusted to his fingers, I start to move my hips in pace with his hands. With every jerk of my hips a soft moan escapes my lips. “That’s it, baby. Does that feel good?” I nod my head and Grayson fastens the movements of his hand. I can feel myself slowly crumbling with every in and out.
My hand goes down to rub my clit, but Grayson beats me to it. “No, no. You just enjoy it.”
“Grayson.” His name falls so easily from my mouth and I’m afraid that I won’t ever be able to say his name again without thinking about this moment. His movements are perfectly paced and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Gray-,” I moan. “Grayson, I think- I’m close.”
“That’s good, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
After a few more thrust of my hips, complete ecstasy fills my vision, and I feel my walls clench around Grayson’s fingers. “That’s it, my darling. There you go.”
I ride out my orgasm on his fingers, but Grayson continues to rub my clit, and with every rub, my body jerks with painful pleasure. “Grayson,” His name slips from my mouth again. He continues to rub and I want to release again, but somehow, I find the strength in me to grab his hand. “Wait.”
His movements stop almost instantly. We stare into each other’s eyes as the moment plays out again and again in my mind.
Will I ever be able to forget that look in his eyes?
I manuever us so that I’m on top of Grayson again.
“I want to,” I find it hard to say the words. Grayson grabs my hands.
“It’s okay.” How can a man of such stature be so patient with something as ridiculous as this?
He moves his hands to my waist and he lifts me slightly. I help by slightly standing on my knees. One of his hands leave my waist to line himself up with me. When his tip is lined with my entrance, he lowers me a bit so that his tip just merely entered. Again, it’s enough to send me over the edge, but I hold back.
When both of his hands are on my waist again, he gently leads me by pushing me down slowly. For the first inch or two, I’m fine, but the further down I went, the more it started to hurt. Grayson noticed this and he stopped to give me time to adjust.
When his full length was finally in, we stayed like that for a few seconds.
I can feel him inside of me. It’s so weird. “Are you okay?” Grayson’s voice breaks the sweet silence that fell over us. His voice cracks and I can tell that he’s holding himself back.
“Yeah, great.”
“Good.”
Grayson slightly pulls my hips toward his face and I gasp. I thought I was going up again. He repeats the motion a few more times until he hears a moan coming from my mouth. That’s when he starts to lift me again.
His hips seem to chase mine as I’m being lifted from his dick. Grayson grunts, and I grin, knowing that he’s enjoying this.
I grab ahold of both of Graysons’ hands and I drop myself onto his full length again. We both hissed. Me in slight pain and Grayson in pleasure. “Be careful, Sweetheart. Don’t hurt yourself.” Oh boy, he’s breathless.
“I’m okay.”
I moan when I lift myself again. When I go back down, I repeat the action that Grayson did earlier. I move my hips until I get to the spot that feels just right. I roll my hips, basically screaming Grayson’s name with every roll. He tightens his grip on my waist and he forces me to go faster.
I lay my head on his chest and our bodies rock with every thrust, every moan, every encouraging word Grayson throws my way.
I’m in heaven. And I never want to leave.
But I can’t stay either.
“Uhgg, Y/N, I’m-” I interrupt Grayson with another moan. “I’m close. Should I pul-”
“No. No. Inside.”
The choice was made in the moment. And probably stupidly, but I need to feel his release inside of me.
“S-sure?”
“Yeah.”
After a few more thrusts, I feel myself squirting all over Grayson’s dick. He yells my name when that happens and he holds out as long as physically possible.
I scream his name when he ejaculates inside of me. “Grayson. Grayson,” My nails leave half moons on his shoulders as I come down from my high.
I lick my lips and I don’t pay mind to the salty taste it leaves in my mouth. We lay like that for a few more seconds before Grayson lifts my hips to pull himself out. Our bodies are sweaty against each other and neither of us say anything. We listen to each other’s breathing. Nobody told me that sex is so exhausting.
I hope I made him feel good.
God, I hope he doesn’t leave.
It will tear me apart if he does. I’ll be ruined. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep with another guy again.
“Holy shit.” I hoist myself up on my hand.
“What?” Grayson’s voice is soft, content. His hands are rubbing circles on the small of my back.
“I just had sex with you.”
Grayson smirks. “Indeed you did.”
I lie my chin on his chest. “I just had sex with Grayson Hawthorne.”
I just had sex with Grayson fucking Hawthorne.
Just wait until Blake hears about this.
Grayson places a soft kiss on my forehead and I crawl up his body so that I can lay my head on his shoulder.
We fall asleep like that, and I can’t promise waking up anytime soon.
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