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“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.
