Can’t Wait
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- This is the response to several different Grayson prompt requests I received: tipsy kiss, post-drinking silliness, “I broke my rules for you” and laughing during sex. This is set sometime after Lexi returns form the prism zone and is very much established relationship.
Pairing- Grayson/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Grayson and Lexi enjoy some fun after a night at The Grand.
Words- 886
“Dance with me,” I whispered, tugging Grayson up out of the booth. It was just the two of us tonight, in the VIP booth, and while I’d enjoyed stealing kisses, while tucked out of sight, I was ready to dance. Maybe it was the cocktails I’d had or maybe it was just happiness from being with this man, but I was in a really, happy carefree mood.
From Grayson’s slight wince, I might have pulled a bit too hard. I blushed, “sorry, sometimes I forget my own strength.”
He laughed. “I know, but you’re cute, so I’ll forgive you.”
It was my turn to laugh as we headed towards the dance floor. We moved in time, our bodies pressing close. Closer than Grayson would have been comfortable with a few months earlier, though not close enough to attract any unwanted attention.
The song ended and Grayson started to lead me back to our booth, but I shook my head. “I want to be alone with you.” The dancing had made me very aware of him and how much I wanted him.
“I’ll call us a car,” Grayson began.
I shook my head again, tugging his hand. “You have an office.”
Grayson paused and then he went with it, letting me pull him away from the dance floor and into his private office.
Grayson locked the door, shaking his head as he did so. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he commented.
“It’s not the first time,” I reminded him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He smiled down at me adoringly. “True. I break all my rules for you.” He lowered his lips to mine then, his strong arms wrapping around me and pressing me against his body.
“I keep you on your toes,” I countered, tugging impatiently at his suit jacket.
“You do,” Grayson agreed, his hands working quickly to undo the zipper of my dress. It wasn’t long before our clothes were discarded and we were back in each other’s arms, kissing desperately as we made our way across the room.
Suddenly, Grayson tripped on something and we both lost our balance, with me landing on top of him.
“This wasn’t quite the position I had in mind,” he teased, his hands reaching out to caress my bare back.
“I’m not complaining,” I told him with a happy laugh, pressing my lips to his, “in fact, I quite like this.”
“The floor will kill my back,” Grayson pointed out with a laugh of his own.
I pouted, sitting up so I was straddling his legs, cupping his hard length in my hand. He groaned under my touch. “Lexi…” He said, his hands gripping my waist. I smirked and continued to massage him, lowering my head so that I was teasing his tip with my tongue causing him to dig his fingers into my waist.
“See this position is fun,” I commented as I pulled back, but then I rose to my feet.
Grayson got to his quickly and then before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off the ground and into his arms making the short distance to the couch and then settling me down gentle before kneeling between my legs.
“It’s time for me to have my own fun,” he commented, his hands caressing my thighs. I sighed into his touch, my hands running through his short blonde hair as he lowered his mouth to me.
“Oh Grayson,” I whimpered as he teased me with his tongue, lapping at me for plunging his tongue inside and making me gasp. His hands gripped my hips to get better leverage as they impatiently thrust towards him. I felt the orgasm wash over me, crying out his name over and over.
Grayson pulled back and then grinned at me. “I was right, that was fun.” He shifted our positions so that he was hovering over me, “but not as much as what comes next.”
“Promises, promises,” I teased, gazing up at him.
“I always keep my promises,” Grayson reminded me, entering me slowly, giving me a moment to adjust before he began to move.
I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies moving in perfect unison, mouths meeting in warm, lazy kisses, hands caressing. Soon though the movements became less synchronized and more sloppy, the kisses deeper, the caresses more heated as we both approached our peak.
“Lexi,” Grayson groaned as he gave one more powerful thrust, spilling himself inside of me, just as I crashed over the edge, my nails digging into his back.
Grayson rested against me for a long moment, our bodies still joined.
“That was intense,” I said with a smile, gazing up at him.
“Isn’t it always?” He asked me, gently brushing my hair out of my face. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly before pulling away. He handed me my clothes and then started pulling on his own. I dressed quickly and it wasn’t long before I was taking the hand Grayson offered.
“Now are you ready to go home,” he teased, pulling me into his side.
“Yes,” I told him with a laugh, still feeling the pleasant buzz both the alcohol I’d had earlier and for what had just happened between Grayson and me, “and when we get home, we can go for round two.”
- End
