UNPROVEN Chapter Sixteen "Getting to Know You-In More Ways Than One"

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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

He had not expected her to be a thinker. Even knowing she was academic; there was a difference between abstract and applied intellect and he definitely had had her pegged as the latter; someone who could memorize a textbook to get an A, but otherwise a bit of an airhead. “What made you decide that?” He asked.

She cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. “It’s hard to explain. Mostly it’s in the way you hold yourself apart. Like in the school cafeteria, you’re always sitting up on the radiator with everyone sitting around you rather than at the table itself. You’re an observer, which in some ways is what inspired me to try. But unlike me you’re a master at it, you do it even while you’re talking. And some of the things you say, there’s double meanings. Not that I catch what they are half the time, but I can still tell when you’re doing it.”

He digested her words, turning them around in his mind. As far as he knew there were few who saw any of that about him, which was how he liked it. Maybe he should have been flattered by her level of attention, but he found himself slightly bothered instead.

He smiled at her, though it wasn’t genuine. “That’s a pretty amazing observation, I’m impressed. You weren’t kidding when you said you’ve had a thing for me for years.”

Ary swallowed hard. There was an edge in his tone that told her he was less than happy to know she’d been watching him so closely. Duh Ary, it’s as if you were spying on him, of course he’s uncomfortable with it. She should have stuck to Winnie the Pooh. Her throat burned as she waited for him to say something else, or maybe just slip back out the window.

He forced himself to relax as he watched her fight back tears. She’d taken him off guard, that’s all; So what if she’d had a huge crush on him which had caused her to watch him a great deal? There were several hundred other girls in the same boat, he knew about the whole Facebook fan page. The difference between this girl and the rest of them was that the conclusions she'd drawn were accurate. He scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tipping her chin up to meet her eyes.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you feel bad, you just knocked me off balance with how well you've got me pegged.” He slipped his hand to the back of her head and kissed her to wipe the uncertain look from her eyes then pulled back and smiled, genuinely this time. “I appreciate how open you are. Honesty is a refreshing quality, so don’t start holding back because I had a moment of dickhead okay?”

She smiled a little, “You weren’t a dickhead.”

“Hey, don’t start lying to me now.”

She laughed, “Okay, I could never think of you as a dickhead, is that better?”

“Yeah,” his lip quirked, “but since we’re talking about honesty I’m gonna level with you. I like you Aryanne. I’m interested in making something out of this thing we started.” He put his hand on her leg and rubbed it. “Are you hurting?” he inquired, glancing between her legs.

“Um…, wait, I’m sorry, what do you mean by making something out of this?” She searched his face.

He cocked his head, still rubbing her leg. “I mean dating. I mean exclusivity.”

“You mean girlfriend?” She knew she probably sounded like a moron, but she had to have clarification or she’d be circling the topic all night in her head, driving herself crazy.

He coughed out a laugh, “Yeah.” He moved his hand farther up her leg and slipped it under her shorts. “So are you? Hurting?” He stroked his fingers between her legs and she sucked in a breath. Shit, he thought, he'd intended to leave her alone tonight but he couldn’t get the image of fucking her in this childish setting out of his head.

“It’s- I’m a little sore, but…,” she lost track of her thoughts as his thumb circled her through the thin material of her panties. Her entire focus was being pulled to the sensation and she closed her eyes as her nerve endings began to sing. She felt him shift his weight until he was in front of her and opened her eyes as he gently pushed her back on the bed.

“Do you want me?” He whispered.

“Yes, God yes.”

His eyes flared with lust as he pulled his shirt off. “Take off your clothes,” he said roughly.

The command went straight between her thighs and she did as he asked, watching him do the same. When they were both naked he stretched out on top of her and kissed her breath away, rubbing the thickness of him on the spot his thumb had been teasing. She made a noise of excitement and felt something leaking from her.

“Oh man you’re wet,” he breathed, “fuck that’s hot.”

He put the tip of himself at her entrance and she suddenly said, “Wait!”

He stopped.

“I have condoms in my nightstand,” she started to reach over and he stopped her.

“I can’t Aryanne, I’m allergic to latex.”

She stared at him. “Oh. Wow. That sucks.”

He nodded, “I know, but I promise you I’m clean.”

“Okay, it’s okay I trust you.”

“Does this mean you want me to pull out?” He frowned.

Not if it makes you look like that, she thought, and shook her head. “No it’s okay.”

He smiled reassuringly and pressed his tip in once more. Nothing had ever felt as good as she did, if he’d had any further doubts about where he wanted to take this, the feel of her clenching around his engorged head erased them. “Does it feel good?” He breathed.

“God yes,” Ary gasped, and it did, holy Mary it was way better than the last time. She arced her back to take him in deeper and he growled against her throat, liking her effort. She felt something building, something different from when he’d used his tongue, something deeper. “More,” she gritted.

“Oh yeah sweetheart, tell me what you want,” Grayson grabbed the front of her calves and pushed them back, pressing her knees to the sides. He lifted off her just enough to watch himself press into her, the sight of it enough to make him come. But not until she did. He leaned forward again and pressed down on her legs, tilting her at an angle that would give him the deepest penetration, then drove into her repeatedly, his balls slapping hard against her bottom.

“Graysonngoddd,” Ary babbled incoherently as the feeling continued to escalate. The orgasm hit her hard and she cried out and arched off the bed, her inner walls clenching and releasing. He kept pounding into her until the spasms lessened and suddenly she was flipped onto her stomach and pushed up on her knees.

Grayson grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as he entered her from behind, his body shaking with the need to come. He had to have her just like this, had to stare into Pooh Bear’s eyes on the wall and fuck her doggie style. It only took three pumps before he shot his load and he used the hair he’d fisted in his hand to muffle his yell as his entire body went taut. His come poured out so hard his legs shook, and he continued gasping into his fist for what felt like ages.

When the last of it eked out he released her hair, now wet from his saliva, and wrapped his arms around her flipping them onto their sides. She reached back and rubbed her scalp and he winced. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, shit, I didn’t mean to…” She was shaking her head so he stopped talking and gulped in some air. Damn, holy shit, fuck, he was in trouble. He suddenly understood how guys got whipped. He’d been certain he was above it, but now he wondered as his legs still trembled, his ass clenching with aftershocks.

When his breathing smoothed out he turned her in his arms, wanting to really look at her, this girl he was claiming as his. She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling in the corners and he returned it, all the way. “That was incredible,” he told her.

“Yes, it was,” she agreed, her smile widening, “Oh my God you’re so good at it. I almost,” she blushed but forced herself to say it, “came again when you pulled my hair.”

“Really? I would’ve held off for you if I knew.” She liked being handled roughly? Hot, so unbelievably hot. And that blush? He wasn’t sure what turned him on more.

She laughed, “You could do that?”

He grinned, “Hell yes, next time I will.”

“And next time will be tomorrow?”

He stared at her. Her tone had been hopeful. Holy shit he was in fucking love. He nipped her ear then licked it before he breathed, “Tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.”

Ary giggled as he continued nibbling her, her heart so full she thought she might burst into a million happy pieces. Her boyfriend. Grayson Teller was her boyfriend.

He finally pulled away from her, afraid if he didn’t he’d get worked up again, and no matter what she said her body needed a minute. “I’m gonna get going,” he told her. She nodded and he kissed her mouth. “There’s a party at Winter’s beach house tomorrow, so I’ll pick you up around noon, okay?”

Wow, she thought happily. “Okay.”

She held the blanket over her chest as she watched him cover up his stunning body with clothing. Her stunning body, she realized with amazement.

When he finished he looked at her and frowned, but before she could misinterpret he sat back on the bed and yanked the covers from her hand. “Never hide from me,” he scolded playfully. He leaned forward and kissed each nipple and laughed as he watched her face color. “You’re so damn cute,” he said, lightly flicking the end of her nose.

He hopped off the bed and backed toward the window, “Don’t forget to wear your bathing suit. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She watched him disappear through the window and flopped back on her pillow. Another congratulatory dance was in order but her limbs were too tired. She couldn’t believe how drastically her life had changed in a single day, it was as if she’d willed it into being. She wanted to call someone and realized it couldn’t be Andie because she needed someone to be truly happy for her. Sonya, she decided, then reached for her phone.

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