Page 103 of Lessons In Grey
He thrusted up, unable to control himself as he neared his end, his cock slamming into the very back of my throat over and over again as he met each of my thrusts with one of his own, tearsfilling my eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabbed onto the hair at the crown of my head, slamming into me one more time before he exploded down my throat.
I coughed, tears streaming down my face, his semen sliding up my nose, sliding down my throat. Fuck, he tasted so good. He tasted sweet and salty and sofuckinggood.
When he released my head, I pulled myself off of him, gasping for air as I sat back on my heels, running my dry hand across my chin.
I licked my lips, smiling, satisfied with my performance. “Do you have any napkins in here?”
He chuckled, gesturing to the glove compartment.
I giggled, pulling my legs out from under me so I could settle better in my seat. I opened the compartment, finding a gun sitting on top of a pile of napkins. I carefully pulled the napkins out, shutting it, wiping my face and handing him a few. “Sorry,” I apologized, cleaning up my hand.
“Emily, I will gladly wear your spit on my pants like a fucking trophy if it means you’ll do that again.”
My cheeks burned bright red as I buckled back up, Grey wiping himself down. I chewed on my lip as my eyes found the road. We were nearing the campus. Grey would park in his assigned spot, and we would be seen getting out of the car together.
My smile fell as the nerves settled over me. The rumors about me acting like a damsel just to get into his pants would ignite again, and who knew what was circulating now after I moved out. I was a Glass, there would always be rumors about me.
“Why did you call me Rags this morning?”
I chewed on my lip, pulling comfort from the taste of him there. “It made me feel safe,” I answered quietly. “Comforted in the uncertainty. My own Raggedy Man.”
“I’m happy about that, that you found comfort in me.”
“Always,” I mumbled, my nerves growing. Azrael had been terrifying, but was it wrong for me to think that he was less terrifying than the potential of what could happen at this school?
“Emily,” Grey started, his voice soft.
I swallowed, tugging at my sleeves, my eyes falling to my hands. “I’m not good enough for you,” I said, watching the people in the parking lot as we pulled in. Many of them were turning around to stare, probably knowing this was his car. A lot of girls were adjusting their stances, not all of them, but enough, to look ‘hotter’ just to be seen by him. They all put so much effort into impressing him and I was just…this. Oversized sweaters, makeup only to cover the bruises, gothic wannabe, I’ve been called. Yes, I was confident in my body, but I wasn’t confident in my mind.
Before I could have even another second of thought, Grey was whipping into the first space and slamming the car into park. He grabbed my chin, forcing my eyes towards him, his own flaming, serious. “Why would you say that?”
I frowned. “They all believe I’m faking my issues to fuck you. Now I’m arriving at school in your car? People are cruel, Grey. They’re going to be ruthless, and I know I shouldn’t care, but how can I not? We were all bred and brainwashed to care about everything everyone else thinks about us. It’s nearly impossible to stop.”
A smile touched one corner of his lips. “To be fair, I wanted to fuck you the night at the gas station.”
My cheeks burned red, and I was sure my glare didn’t hit the way it was supposed to.
He chuckled, dragging his thumb gently under my bottom lip, his gaze lingering on my lips a little too long before they found my eyes again. “Emily, you are perfect for me. Ignore them. If it helps, just think about the things I’m going to do to you in the East Wing today because I plan on doing a lot.”
I released a breath, rubbing my hands across my thighs, my heart picking up again. I cleared my throat. “For researchpurposes, what are you planning on doing?”
His smile widened as he caught his own lip between his teeth. “Come here,” he mumbled, hitting the button on his buckle.
My breath caught and I quickly hit the release on mine, leaning in until our lips met.
He slid his hand back into my hair, my hand sliding across the console over his thigh as his tongue slid over mine, exploring my mouth in the most sensual way possible.
I couldn’t help but moan, deepening the kiss, wanting nothing more than to crawl over and fuck him again.
Grey broke first, leaning his forehead against mine, both of us panting. “Fuck,” he breathed. “We should just skip today.”
I laughed lightly, leaning back, my cheeks flushed. “Finals are soon, we both have to be here. Shouldn’t you be the responsible one?”
He chuckled. “Not this time, not with you.” He brushed his lips by mine again and leaned back. “You’re mine, Snowflake. I’m yours. End of story.”
“End of story,” I mumbled, glancing to his lips as I leaned back in my seat. I turned back to the school, people looking in as they walked by. We were a few rows from where the teachers parked, but I suppose that didn’t matter too much. I watched as they walked towards the school, the high of the last two days the only thing I had to hang onto. “Why snowflake?” I finally asked, picking up my bag.