Emma Brighton.I’m going to have to write under Emma Brighton, my father’s last name, to stay on the paper in order not to be connected to the article anymore.
“Understood.” My voice nearly cracks. “Thank you for calling, Amelia.”
“We’ll talk soon.”
She hangs up, and I cover my eyes, crying quietly over everything that’s happened in the past ten minutes. I got suspended from the paper I worked for an entire semester to get on, and spent the entire fall relying on only three to five hours of sleep a night to get the position I’ve always dreamed of. I’m going to have to use my father’s name, something I’ve never wanted to do, to stay at the paper I love, and I will most likely need to use it later in the workplace.
My phone vibrates again, and I have the sudden urge to throw it on the ground and stomp on it. I need to call Grayson, but first, I have to get to my dorm and away from any prying eyes.
I unlockthe door to my suite and stop mid-step when I see what, or more like who, is waiting for me.
Grayson stands from the couch, giving me a pained look.
Quickly closing the door, I glance at my three best friends scattered around the room.
What is he doing here? I thought he was in Poughkeepsie. Is it a good or bad thing that he’s here?
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I say back.
Kamila cups Jake’s and Levi’s shoulders. “I think it’s time to leave you guys alone.” Grayson and I stare at each other as my friends put on their jackets. “I’ll be staying over at Cam’s if you need me. I’ll see you tomorrow,” my roommate whispers.
I nod absentmindedly, my gaze still fixed on the blue-green eyes framed by brown hair.
My friends leave, and the second the door shuts, I rush over to Grayson and wrap my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips down to mine. He pushes away for a moment, reading my silent plea, and understands that the last thing I want is to talk. I’m all talked out for the day, I just need him.
He kisses me as I take off my coat and let it fall to the floor. Grayson lifts my sweater dress, leaving me in the lingerie I planned to surprise him with later—a lacy black bra, a garter belt holding up my favorite stockings, and the black heels he loves.
He takes a step back, staring at me as he lifts his shirt and quickly takes it off in one swift movement, allowing me to admire his sculpted body. I attack him again, and this time he lifts and carries me to my bedroom, already knowing which one is mine even though it’s his first time here.
Grayson throws me onto my bed, which is much smaller than his but can still accommodate both of us. He hovers over me, spreading my legs apart with his right knee, all the while his tongue battles with mine. My bra snaps open from the front clasp, allowing him to suck on my nipples, only this time he doesn’t bite them, only kisses them and licks them lightly with flicks of his tongue.
With every flick and kiss, I tremble and moan out his name, already growing close, but it’s clear he doesn’t want me to come without him because he sits up, fumbles with his belt, and lowering his pants just enough for his cock to pop out, spreadsmy legs that were closed again—stockings, garter, and thong still in place—and moves my underwear to the side, giving him enough space to thrust himself inside of me, as we both moan loudly.
His eyes close tightly as he hisses, and my pussy clenches around his dick. Grayson groans and looks me in the eye with a brand-new openness and determination as he pumps in and out of me forcefully and slowly, filling me to the brim, both of us louder than ever before without coming.
Grayson grabs my hands and intertwines our fingers, pulling my arms up until most of his weight rests on me, and I welcome it. His movements slow as his groin presses against my clit, causing me to gasp. He stops entirely and looks into my eyes with an intense expression I’ve never seen before. It’s as if he’s saying so many things at once, yet I’m unable to understand ninety-nine percent of them.
But I know what I’m thinking.
Am I imagining the longing look in your eyes?
Is this a final goodbye?
If not, how long will you be gone for?
He opens his mouth to say something, then thinks better of it and picks up his pace. I want to feel him come inside of me, I want to feel every part of him, to consume him whole, but I settle for what I know is going to be an intense orgasm for both of us. I’m so wet that with every thrust, the only sounds in the room are my wetness and our low moans.
Grayson moves his right hand to my clit as my legs begin to shake, feeling the vibration throughout my entire body. We nod silently, signaling that we’re doing this together.
Our mouths open at the same time, no sound coming out of either one of us, eyes wide, as we teeter over the edge together. I cry out with a loud moan, my entire body trembling like never before. Grayson follows with one thrust, moaning and whimpering, our eyes never leaving each other’s. He presses kisses to my neck as he finishes and holds me tightly. My hand threadsthrough his hair, the other resting on his back as we both come down from the high.
Afterward, we kiss for a long time, softly and passionately. We kiss for so long that I’m convinced I’m going to wake up with sore lips. He lies next to me as his calloused fingers draw lazy circles on my shoulder. We both remain quiet, looking up at the ceiling.
I’m overthinking, and so is he, yet we still don’t say a word. There’s so much to be said, and yet nothing at all.
It feels like I’ve only been asleep for twenty minutes when I wake up five hours later to an empty bed and a note where Grayson’s head was lying last night.
