Brielle

seventeen

BRIELLE

I stare at Grayson stood above me, two hands on my waist as he slowly moves my hips from side to side.

It's been at least three minutes since he said that he wanted to kiss my lips, and my neck and I'm counting the seconds.

And since then, I've just been staring at him to find some kind of humor in his eyes. But I don't, he's being deadly serious.

"Is that the alcohol talking or just you?" I ask while allowing my hips to sway against his.

It's definitely obvious how he's feeling at the moment, definitely obvious.

"Bit of both," Graybear says, not looking down once as he stares around the room, eyes flicking on the different dressed up people.

I glance at the half drunk beer to the side. Leaning out of his grip, I grab the bottle placing it to my lips as I down the rest of the alcohol.

He smirks as his watches me gasp after feeling the drink slide down my throat, I hate beer.

I know I shouldn't be drinking, but half a beer won't hurt right? It won't do anything, I hope.

I push a finger on his chest, wrapping my finger in the gap between the buttons touching his skin lightly.

"Let's do it."

The smirk grows as his hand drops to mine, locking our fingers together. Grayson leads me out the kitchen, keeping me close behind.

I don't think he has a clue where he's going seeing as we've been walking around for minutes.

Kenzie's house is huge.

We've walked past at least five bedrooms so far, and seven bathrooms. And Graybear has skipped past all of them.

Where is he going?

I think we've been going in loops now, because we're back at the bathroom I originally found the blood kisses in.

He pulls me inside, closing the door behind me with his foot before flicking the lock.

Shits about to get serious- enough.

"This is so bad," I whisper as he nods in response, putting two hands on my waist again.

"Your brother would kill me," He whispers back, resting his forehead on mine.

"Well, fuck him right," I shrug, wrapping an arm around his neck as he smirks.

"Nuh-uh," He shakes his head against mine, "Fuck me."

My eyes bulge out of their sockets as my cheeks heat up instantly. Grayson only smirks before wasting no time in pressing his lips against mine.

At the start it was gentle and slow, but now our lips are moving fast and roughly as he bites down on the bottom of my lip for permission.

I sigh, nodding my head eagerly as his tongue slides into my mouth.

His hands stay on my lower waist as I walk backwards, wrapping my other hand around his neck as I deepen the kiss.

My hand rests on the base of his hair as I run my hands through his brown waves, he groans in my mouth.

That sound.

He smirks against my lips, "Jump."

I do as he says, jumping as his arms wrap underneath my ass as he carries me to the counter, placing me down lightly.