The Art of Pretending

Chapter Twelve

Blair POV.
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I stare at the boy in front of me. I look in his eyes and still see heartbreak. Heartbreak from whatever happened between him and Ashlyn.

He slowly starts to lean in, and I meet him halfway. He kissed me slowly and sad. It suddenly grows heated and I'm now on my back, him hovering above me kissing me roughly.

His kiss tasted like pure sadness, sadness from his heartbreak. Mine probably tasted the same way. I thought it was a good idea though, letting him use me. Use me to forget about her, the one he actually wanted. But little did he know, I was using him too.

Kissing him to numb the sad thoughts that lived in my fucked up head.

   My hands grab his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. I lift my hips earning a moan from him. He flips us over so I'm now on top. It's now him who grinds his crotch against me earning a moan from me.

   I lower myself unbuckling his pants, this time he doesn't stop me. I lower his jeans and now underwear, revealing his dick. My breath hitches when I see the size. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect everything. 

   He flinches when my lips touch his cock. "Fuck" he moans and I smile. I start to slowly move my mouth up and down. He grabs my hair, guiding my head and the speed. The speed picks up and starts trusting his cock in my mouth. I let out a small gag, but thankfully get used to it. "God Ashlyn." He moans.

   My heart drops at the name, but I don't stop. I don't think he even noticed what he said because he keeps going. He goes to pull out of my mouth. "I'm about to come" he pants.

   "It's fine" I say putting my mouth back on his dick. I use my hands to help finish the job. Warm liquid hits the back of my throat. Believe me, I'm not a swallower but there's a first time for everything.

   I quickly swallow the liquid and look up. He takes his hand a reaches the corner of my lip. He wipes off the excess liquid with his thumb, then puts it in my mouth. I slowly suck his finger.

"God you're so hot" he groans. I can already feel his cock getting harder and my eyes widen with shock. Before I could say anything Emma yells from downstairs.

"Blair? Grayson?" She yells. Fuck.

"Coming" he yells back. He quickly pulls up and buttons his pants. I go to walk out before he grabs my wrist. "Hold on" he mumbles. He then proceeds to pat down my hair, trying to fix the mess. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

His eyes scan by body and then freeze over my chest. "Is that my jacket?" He asks.

"No" I mutter.

"That definitely is. Where did you get it?"

"I asked Emma to borrow and jacket and she gave me this one." He looks and me again and gives me a weird smirk.

   "Keep it."

We walk downstairs into the kitchen where Charlotte, Emma, and a boy are all staring at us with raised eyebrows.

"Did you guys have sex?" The boy asks.

"Mom!" Grayson complains.

"Luke, you can not ask that." She scolds

"What? They were gone like forever" he shrugs. My face grows hot and turns a light shade of pink.

"No, she just came in when I was doing calculus homework, we have class together. I asked her to help me on some of it." He did sound very convincing.