“Mine.”
Thrust.
“Made me want to take you in front of everyone and let them know your body belongs to me.”
My legs shake, his words and movements pushing me close to the edge. He’s never been like this with me—so possessive in a way that doesn’t anger me but makes me melt for him. It’s the dirty talk I like, and he somehow knows it.
“Yes, baby. Take it.”
Thrust.
“Fucking take it.” His filthy mouth, along with the friction onmy nipples, brings me close, and he can feel it. Grayson’s shaking behind me when he says, “Oh fuck. Come, Emma.” My clit throbs, and I let out a muffled scream, trembling from head to toe, having the best orgasm of my life. Grayson continues to cover my mouth as I come on his dick, feeling my own wetness drip down my leg, making a filthy mess. “Shit. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.” As soon as he starts to fuck me relentlessly, I feel my legs shake again, and I rub my clit, knowing I have one more orgasm in me from how turned on I am when more voices filter nearby.
“Holy fuck.That’s right, come with me. Keep squeezing what’s yours, Emma.”
What’s mine.This time, my orgasm makes my vision go blurry, and I let out longer, louder, muffled moans. My legs almost give out when Grayson buries his face into the crook of my neck again, and with one more thrust, his entire body is trembling. He continues to grunt in my ear and then whimpers.
He fuckingwhimpersfor me.
Grayson pulls his hand away from my mouth, and I take a deep breath, savoring the cold air, a streak of wetness still running down my thigh. He pulls himself out, but keeps a hand around my stomach, aware of how weak I can get after climaxing. I feel my heartbeat in my pussy as he leans down, drags two fingers up my inner thigh where my wetness has dripped, inserts his fingers inside me to mix his cum with mine, and takes them out.
He spins me around and presses my back against the wall. Our eyes lock, filled with unadulterated lust.
“Open.” Grayson sticks his fingers that are covered in both of our orgasms in front of my face, and I do as he says. His eyebrows crease inward as I wrap my tongue around his index and middle fingers, sucking and licking every drop of our arousal. If I weren’t so spent, I’d have another orgasm from this alone.
A groan leaves him as he finally snatches them back and puts his dick back into his pants.
“My body is yours for as long as you want me, Emma.”
I pull my dress down and dip my chin, still feeling shaky and knowing my body is his for now, too, but not my heart. Not yet…maybe not ever.
He looks at me with a tight smile. “Now tell me again how you don’t want me.”
When my cheeks heat, and I don’t respond, he smirks, hands me my phone and jacket, then walks away, leaving me in the dark as I text my friends that I’m heading home.
Seems like I missed Levi and Stevie’s duet.
Chapter Thirty
EMMA
My long coat sways as I sip on a matcha latte, heading to the newsroom. My last class of the day just let out, and although I thought I was done with the paper this week, it turns out Oliver wants me to double-check one more fact I may have gotten wrong. Oliver might not really like me, but I refuse to let him ruin my good mood.
Next week will be my last in Grayson’s lectures and labs. I’ve already finished my first draft of the profile piece and just need a few details from my next soup kitchen visit. I’ve never been prouder of an article in my life. It still needs work, but it’s been nearly two months of everything coming together.
Memories of the first time I saw Grayson at Driscoll come flooding back, and so much has happened since then—in less than two months. I can’t believe this is my life.
I’m sleeping with a professor I was only making out with two days ago, like we were teens meeting under the bleachers over lunch. I’m planning to run for editor in chief at theDriscoll Wolf Weekly, my friends and I are spending more time together, and I’m doing well in all my classes, even though I usually get only five hours of sleep most days.
I’m happy…I think. No, I am. I’m so happy that I’m carrying a box of three dozen donut holes to cheer people up at the office.
The heater blasts air at the entrance of the building, making my hair a mess, but it’s so cold outside that I don’t pay it any mind. In two minutes, I’m in the hectic newsroom, putting down the box and removing my gloves before opening it.
“I brought some donut holes for anyone who?—”
I’m cut short when reporters and photographers rush to the center table to get one. I quickly step out of the way to avoid being stomped on. I really need to remember to go to my desk before making the announcement. The colder it gets, the grumpier everyone is. I’m sure it’s because we’re not too far from the holidays and everyone is eager to go home, including me. As much as I love spending time with my friends and seeing Grayson, I miss my parents.
“Emma!” Oliver yells as I set my purse on my desk. I quickly grab the papers I printed earlier and head his way. “Did you fact-check what I sent you?”
