“We would have to be in an actual relationship to break up.”
He ignored my comment and dropped my hands. “I also need you to accept that I’m not going anywhere.” He caressed my thighs. “You’re wasting your time looking for reasons to make me see things differently.”
“Grayson, I’m not trying to—” I lost my train of thought as he suddenly pushed my panties to the side and tapped his finger against my pussy.
“I’m not trying to finish this conversation right now either.” He smirked. “We can address it once I get done with you.” He moved from the chair and slid down to the floor, looking up at me. “Put your pussy on my face.”
“What?” I blushed.
“You heard me.” He caressed my right thigh. “Put your pussy on my face.”
I remained still, completely frozen.
Letting out a low laugh, he gently lifted my left foot and placed it on the chair. Then he gripped my thighs to hold me steady.
Without any warning, he sucked my swollen clit into his mouth—forcing me to fist his hair. I bit my lip as he flicked his tongue against my pussy repeatedly, as he rendered me powerless.
Kissing my pussy like he was kissing my mouth, he darted his tongue deeper and deeper, not giving me a chance to control the tempo.
“Ahh...” I moaned as he used his thumb to rub my clit, as he tortured me with a soft, sensuous rhythm. “Oh god...”
He groaned as he slipped a finger inside of me, never pulling his mouth away. The music outside his door began to shake the walls, and my screams came out muffled against the loud chants in the living room.
“Grayson...” My legs shook as he palmed my ass, and I struggled to keep my balance. “Grayson, I can’t um...I...”
He didn’t pay me any attention. He continued taking his time with his tongue, letting my pussy throb against his mouth. I felt unfamiliar waves of pleasure building inside of me, felt tremors making their way up and down my spine.
Crying out, I shut my eyes and fell forward against the chair as an orgasm wrecked its way through my body. I lost all control of my muscles, feeling boneless and limp.
He stood up and kissed the back of my neck, then he lifted me up and carried me over to his bed. He blew one final kiss against my pussy and then he disappeared into his bathroom.
I heard the soft sound of water running and opened my eyes. I was unable to do anything but stare at the ceiling.
Grayson returned to the room minutes later and massaged my legs before helping me sit up. He pulled my phone from his pocket, tapped a few things on the screen, and returned it to me.
“Like I was saying,” he said, “I need you to stop looking for excuses to break up with me. I want to be with you and only you, and even though you want to deny it, I know you feel the same way.” He smoothed my hair. “If anyone else comes to you with any other lies, let me know so I can put them to rest. Although, I think we can both agree that after tonight, no one will ever say that I’m incapable of being in a public relationship anymore.”
I looked down at my phone and saw that he’d tagged me to his latest Facebook status:
Grayson Connors is in a relationship with Charlotte Taylor.
“So, now we don’t have any issues with each other.” He pulled me up from the bed and walked me to the door. “Right?”
I nodded. I was still trying to process what he’d done to me.
“Glad we could finally get on the same page,” he said. “Now, since you still owe me two hours at this party, meet me back in my room in forty-five minutes so I can eat your pussy again.”
GRAYSON: THEN
Seven years ago
Pittsburgh
DEAR GRAYSON CONNORS,
My name is Anna Paige and I’m the CEO and lead agent of Paige & Simon, Associates. I wanted to congratulate you on your historic season thus far at The University of Pittsburgh. (#GoPanthersGo)
I’m sure several agents are contacting you with interest in representing you, but as the owner of the top sports agency in the country, I wanted to send you a personal letter and a few reasons why I think you should consider my firm for representation if you choose to pursue a professional career in the National Football League.
My top three reasons are below, but my more detailed reasons (as well as things you should know about our firm will be sent to you via express mail later this afternoon.)
1) We’re the best.
2) We’re the best.
3) See numbers 1 & 2
My team and I will be rooting for you during the final games of your season, and we have no doubt that you’ll make history in the post-season.
Hail to Pitt!
Anna Paige
CHARLOTTE: THEN
Seven years ago
Pittsburgh
PITT’S FINAL RECORD for the regular season stood at an impressive 12-0. The last win came after a seven-point nail-biter over Penn State, and it ignited a night of wild parties and recklessness on campus. Cars and dumpsters burned, blue and white fireworks lit up the sky, and glittering gold confetti sparkled on the cathedral’s lawn.
To celebrate, I was supposed to accompany Grayson to a slew of parties. He wanted me to dance with him at each one and remind him to say, “Thank you for your support” to as many people as possible.
However, we’d been to six parties so far, and we hadn’t danced to a single song. Instead, he’d pulled me into any available corner and kissed me as if no one else was watching. And when we left one party to go to the next, he stopped and kissed me in front of everyone just because he knew they were watching.
By the time we reached our seventh location of the night—an abandoned warehouse off campus, my body was on edge. My lips were swollen from his kisses, and I knew without even looking that he’d left claiming red marks on my neck.
The smell of alcohol and marijuana clung to the warehouse walls, and the music was so loud I could barely hear my thoughts.
“How many more parties do you have to go to?” I shouted over the music to Grayson.
“What?”
“How many more parties do you have to go to?”
He looked at me in confusion and clasped my hand, pulling me across the room to a makeshift bar. “Did you say you’re ready to leave?”
“No, I just wanted to know how many parties you had left tonight.”
“This is the last one.” He handed me a drink. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” He pulled his car keys from his pocket. “I can take you home.”
“I’m not ready to go home,” I said.
He looked confused. “You just said you were.”
“I meant that I want to go back to your place.”
“Okay. Well, just so we’re clear, I’m not watching another Friends marathon with you,” he said, smiling. “Three episodes was more than enough.”
“That’s not what I wanted to do either...”
He raised his eyebrow and stared at me.
“I said I was ready...” My voice was a whisper. “I meant it.”
“Okay.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me against his side as we made our way through the crowded dance floor. When we stepped outside, he didn’t walk me to his car. Instead, he led me through the streets of upper campus, making us take the long way to his apartment.
When we arrived, the lights were dim, and Kyle was steering his car out of the driveway.
Walking me into his room, Grayson helped me out of my coat and locked the door. “I was kidding about Friends,” he said. “I’ll watch that with you if you want.”
“That’s not what I want.”
He trailed his finger against my collarbone. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“I need you to say it.”
“Yes.” I looked into his eyes. “I’m sure.”
He pressed a quick kiss on my lips, and then he slowly pulled the elastic band from my ponytail, forcing my hair to fall across my shoulders. Looking me up and down, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head.
“Turn around,” he whispered, and I obliged.
Blowing soft kisses against the back of my neck, he unclasped my bra and pushed the straps down my shoulders one at a time.