On a Tuesday (One Week 1)

“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.

“Are you still sure?” he asked again, softly palming my breasts from behind.

“Yes...”

He took his time trailing kisses in a line across my shoulders; then he reached around my waist to unzip my jeans. Bending down to push them past my thighs, he gently bit my ass. “Step out of your pants.”

I hesitated, temporarily distracted by the feel of his hands moving up my body. He was caressing my nipples, and I could feel his cock hardening against my cheeks. I heard him laughing softly, and before I knew it, he was picking me up and carrying me over to his chair.

Rubbing his hands up and down my legs, he got on his knees and slid a finger through the lace of my panties, pulling them down to my ankles. He pressed a hand against my thighs, looking up at me when he noticed I was shaking.

He cupped my face and brought my head down to his, kissing me deeply—using the soft rhythm of his tongue to say, “It’s okay.” He didn’t let go of my mouth until I was entirely breathless, and before I could catch my breath, he slid his hands under my thighs and lifted me up—moving me to his bed.

My heart was beating so hard and loud against my chest that I was certain he could hear it.

I watched as he took off his shirt in one smooth motion and untied his sweatpants before climbing on top of me. He blew warm kisses against me, leaving a wet trail all the way down my body.

My legs shook as he softly blew against my clit and slipped a thick finger inside of me. I grabbed the sheets as he teased me relentlessly, as he pressed his other hand against my stomach to keep me still.

Unwrapping a condom, he kept his eyes on mine as he put it on. He grabbed my hand and placed it against him, making me touch his length as he spread my legs apart. Positioning himself over me, he pressed his mouth against mine once more, and he pushed his cock inside of me, inch by inch, making me tense at the unfamiliar pain.

When he was halfway inside of me, I dug my nails into his arm.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, not pushing himself any further.

I didn’t answer.

“Charlotte?” He kissed me. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No...”

He stared at me for a few seconds, as if to make sure, and then he entwined his fingers with mine and thrust his cock deeper, completely filling me.

“Ahh...” I cried out, and he bit my bottom lip. I shut my eyes, and he whispered, “Don’t do that. Look at me.”