NESSA

"These rooms are soundproof, Nessa. Let me hear you."

A loud moan clawed out of my throat at his demand.

Grayson Everett was touching me. His fingers had dipped into my underwear, stroking between my legs. Slowly. Like he was savoring the feel of me. Teasing me. Taunting me. Circling my opening until he suddenly thrust his fingers deeper, a wolfish grin on his face as he watched the pleasure on mine.

And now he was inside me. And kissing me, capturing my lips with deep, core-clenching kisses.

Which was probably why he chuckled darkly against my mouth and breathed, "Goddamn, Adler. You've got a hot little pussy."

His thumb brushed against my clit, making me squirm in his lap, and then a second later, he curled his fingers deeper within me, and a sharp burst of heat shocked my system. Never in my life have I felt anything that intense, and I tossed my head back, riding on his fingers. Because I needed more.

"What—" I gasped. "What is that?"

His free hand cupped my face, tilting it down until I was looking at him. He smirked as he stroked me again, and I moaned.

"That's your g-spot, darling."

"Fuck."

A breathy laugh.

"Laugh all you want Grayson, but you better not fucking stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," he murmured over my lips before kissing me again.

He was very attached to my mouth. And I was very attached to his fingers. The combination: sinfully good.

His tongue was doing truly magical things between my lips while his thumb slipped into place over my clit, rubbing gently. The pleasure was suffocating, but I didn't need to breathe if it meant feeling like this. Hot pressure built up until I was clawing at the back of Grayson's neck, trying to grab his hair even though it wasn't quite long enough.

He wrenched his mouth off of mine, leaning back in his chair and looking up at me. Steely eyes danced. He didn't say anything. He didn't smile. He simply watched me.

"Why are you staring at me?" I gasped.

"Because I know you're about to come, and I want to see it."

Oh, goddamnit. Why did he always have to be right? My muscles began to tighten, painfully sweet, and I leaned into him.

"How about you feel it?" I whispered before kissing him hard and letting my climax take over. Grayson eagerly absorbed it, parting my lips so he could feel my orgasm pour into his throat, our tongues flicking and stroking.

I broke away first, gasping. Panting, I looked down at him. At his bright eyes, swollen lips, tousled hair. Shit, he was so hot.

Especially when he smiled knowingly as he slipped his fingers out of my underwear, and I had to bite my lip not to make a throaty sound.

"Is that what you wanted?" he asked after a minute. "You know, when you asked me to touch you."

I rolled my eyes. "You know it is."

He shrugged. "I know a lot of things about you, Nessa. But that doesn't mean I don't like it when you actually admit they're true."

My ears rang as I absorbed his words. The silence was deafening in this small room, with its soundproof walls and minimalist design. Staring down at Grayson, I licked my lips before kissing him softly. His eyelids fluttered closed.

"That's what I wanted," I admitted in a whisper.

I felt him smile. "Good."

Reluctantly, I slid off Grayson's lap, tugging my skirt down until it covered my ass again. Clearing my throat, I looked around awkwardly as I tried to figure out what happened next. I hadn't thought this far when I'd stormed down here. All I'd thought about was kissing him.

Grayson stood, too. But awkward had never been used to describe Grayson Everett. So he casually tucked a hair behind my ear, an easy smile on his face. "To be clear, that wasn't a one-time thing."

It wasn't a question. I'd opened the gate, and he was walking through it. Which was fine with me.

I looked up at him beneath my lashes. "It wasn't a one-time thing."

Satisfied, he nodded. "The deal is done, Adler."

"The deal is done, Wilder," I whispered.

A giddiness spread through me as I said it. A relief so pure that I could barely stand straight. I wanted this. I wanted him. I trusted him. And that grin of his spread so wide, so wicked that I'd kill to know what he was thinking.

He clapped his hands together, rubbing them.

"Get ready to hear all my dirty thoughts." He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. Well, I was pretty sure he meant for it to be quick, but the minute his lips brushed against mine, I grabbed onto his neck, and he deepened it until we were both moaning.

"Even when you don't say a word, your dirty thoughts are loud and clear, Grayson," I murmured.

He chuckled at that, pulling back. "I promise you it doesn't compare."

I looked swiftly to the ground to try to hide my eagerness and the flush working its way up my neck to my face. Grayson laughed again before bending down to gather his things together. I peeked, watching as he shuffled sheet music into his backpack, and my eyes widened at all the black across the page.

"Are those all thirty-second notes?" I asked, whipping my head up. "How do you even play that fast?"

"It's called double-tonguing Adler." His signature smirk appeared. "I'll do it between your legs later."

****

He was right. It didn't compare. The dirty thoughts I imagined he had floating around in his head didn't compare to the ones he actually said the rest of the night.

The minute we walked in the door to Grayson's room, he pushed me back onto his bed. My skirt flew up, and he didn't waste a second before peeling my underwear off and throwing them to the floor.

"Not gonna need those," he rasped.

And then he was on top of me. Hot, delicious weight was on top of me. Kissing me. Touching me. Hands cupping my face, my breasts, my hips. For two perfect, amazing minutes, my body screamed in pleasure from the attention he was giving it.

But then Grayson hopped off the bed, backing away with heaving breaths.

"It's so hard to control myself around you. You make me so fucking wild, Nessa."

I wanted to smack him. How many times did I have to confess that I didn't want him to control himself anymore?

"I'm telling you, Grayson. You don't have to."

He swallowed hard, nodding. His eyes met mine, and I felt my heart swell in my chest.

"But I want to."

And then a grin split onto his face, cocking to the side.

"Well, within reason." Walking back to the bed, he kneeled at the bottom of the mattress and whipped his shirt off, leaving him in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Goddamn. "Because I'm not done with you tonight."

My breath hitched as I watched him push my skirt up. I was bare before him, and even though I had been before, this felt different. Last time, I knew he wouldn't touch me. And this time, I absolutely knew he would.

I squirmed beneath his hot gaze. But Grayson didn't even notice. His attention was focused between my legs.

"God, Nessa," he groaned. "You have no idea how badly I wanted to bury my face in this pussy that night in the showers. I bet you would have been so wet."

Tingles down my spine. "I am now."

He smirked, looking up. "Trust me, I know."

He kept his eyes on my face while trailing a finger between my legs. I bucked my hips anxiously as he teased my clit.

Grayson cocked his head to the side. "What do you taste like, Adler?"

His finger sank into me slowly.

"I don't know," I gasped, rocking up to match his stroking. I needed more.

He raised a brow and pulled his finger out to wrap his lips around it, sucking. And groaning. And then bending down to kiss me hard so I could have a salty, sweet taste myself. Christ.

"Well, now we both know." His voice was husky, and it tangled my stomach into knots. "Can I have more?" he asked between kisses, and I managed a breathy yes.

That was all Grayson needed to hear before disappearing between my legs, firm hands splayed on my thighs as he spread me out for him.

"God, I've imagined you like this so many times," he murmured.

"Grayson," I whined.

He was enjoying himself far too much. Urgency was the only thing I felt, something Grayson clearly didn't understand. Because he took his damn time leaning down and nipping along my inner thigh until I was bucking beneath him.

"Tell me what you want, Nessa."

"You," I gasped.

"Oh no, darling." He chuckled, glancing up beneath long eyelashes. "I've known that you've wanted me for a really long time. I need to know more than that."

I let loose an annoyed groan. "God, I hate you."

"No, you don't."

He smiled, but I wasn't giving in.

"Yes, I do. I really do."

Grayson shook his head, grin growing. "I'll even make it easy for you, Adler."

He flicked his tongue along the ridge of my parted lips. I felt the heat of his mouth so close to my clit, and I lifted my hips, hoping he would lick between those lips instead.

"All you need to do is repeat after me," he said.

"Okay." I would agree to just about anything at this point.

"Say...Fuck me with your mouth, Wilder."

I groaned, partly in irritation. Partly in anticipation.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone dark and desperate.

Almost as desperate as me.

"Goddamn you, Wilder. Fuck me with your mouth."

He considered that. "Wasn't quite right, but I'll give it to you."

And then he leaned down, sweeping that tongue of his over my clit, and I jolted off the bed, whimpering. Finally.

Grabbing my hips, Grayson held them steady, moving his thumb in little circles on my hip bones as he swirled his tongue over me, as he sucked in just the right places. He filled me with a long finger, finding that spot again and hitting it repeatedly. He buried his face so deep between my legs that I felt his five o'clock shadow scrape my inner thighs as he took me in his mouth. And in an embarrassingly short amount of time, I climaxed, loud and long.

When he collapsed next to me, wiping his mouth, I rolled on top of him without hesitation. Straddling his hips, I wiggled, feeling everything hard and solid beneath me.

"Nessa," he said warningly as I palmed his chest, sliding my hand down the wall of muscles.

And that was as far as he let me get. Bucking me back to the bed, Grayson leaned over me again, pinning my wrists to the mattress.

I glared at him. "I thought you wanted my pretty little hand around your dick."

"Not tonight," he said through heavy breaths. And then groaned, almost like his body had caught up with what his mouth had said—what he'd denied. He rocked his hips into mine, and his erection pressed between my legs. I gasped.

"Tomorrow, then."

I'd spent the last few nights in this guy's bed, knowing that we were both lying awake thinking about the same thing. Knowing that we both wanted to do anything but sleep. And now he wanted to wait?

"Tell me something," he said, ignoring me.

"Anything."

"What made you come find me earlier?"

"I—"I paused, biting my lip and trying not to wither beneath Grayson's intense gaze. It didn't help that he kept grinding against me in a sensual, slow tease while waiting for me to answer. Made it hard to think. I didn't know how to put my feelings into words.

"I guess I just realized...I missed you."

His expression told me he liked that answer.

"We were apart all morning, too. Why didn't you come to find me then?" He paused, smiling. "Would have been hot if you'd barged into my Theory midterm and kissed the shit out of me."

I laughed. And then gasped because Grayson's cock slid against my core in a long, slow stroke. Even through our clothes, I felt his heat.

After swallowing hard, I answered. "Because it was different tonight. The only reason you left in the first place was because of me. Because you were trying to hold back. From me. And so I decided I needed to put an end to that."

"You put an end to it, alright."

Another thrust, another gasp.

"I should have done it sooner."

Grayson shook his head. "No, I wouldn't change a thing."

We fell silent then, even though I wanted to ask why he said that. But I was too distracted. There was neediness growing within me again, a feeling so good that I found myself chasing it. Panting, I strained up against Grayson, wanting to grow acquainted with every inch of his hard body. And based on the way he was moving over me, I assumed it was the same for him.

"Nessa," he choked out, his eyes pleading as he stared down at me.

I'd heard him say my name a million times but never like that. Never like I was his lifeline.

"I'm here, Grayson."

"Oh, fuck." He tucked his head, growling in the crook of my neck as he continued to pump his hips. His gravelly voice in my ear sent heat straight through me. "Adler, I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm going to come. And I can't stop."

He said the words like he was annoyed with himself, but I was thrilled. It was about damn time I got to watch Grayson Everett come apart.

I whispered in his ear. "Are you sure you don't want to come inside me?"

His hands squeezed mine tightly. They were still above our heads, still anchored to the mattress.

"Jesus Christ, Nessa," he swore. "Come here so I can kiss that dirty mouth."

And then he did, kissing me until we were both gasping into each other's mouths. Grayson groaned low and deep, and then his entire body shuddered above me. For a moment, I couldn't believe that he actually was here with me. This annoyingly hot football player wanted me.

He was falling apart because of me.

Grayson broke from my mouth, swearing harshly. But then he nuzzled his lips next to my ear again. "I can't believe—shit. Next time. Next time I come, it will be inside you."

"Okay." A thrill ran through me at the thought.

"But I want you to be sure that you want me. Because I'll be damned if you try to slip away from me again after that."

"Grayson, I—"

"Just something to think about over spring break, Nessa. While you're missing me."

He pulled back with a cocky grin, but I couldn't bring myself to return the smile. All I felt was a little bit of dread sinking in. I forgot that we were leaving tomorrow. That I wouldn't see him for a week. And I wasn't looking forward to it at all.

Because I knew without a doubt that I'd miss him.

And I knew without a doubt that I wanted him.

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i apologize for the cliffhanger before, but I hope the wait was worth it!

xoxo amelie