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Promise You Won’t Fall In Love With Me II

Part 1

He never knew love. He never understood relationships. He never imagined his life after high school or outside of his fame. She was the opposite. She deeply loved her family, she had ambition, intelligence and drive. They were the complete opposite, but together, they wouldn’t know what to do without each other.

Inspired by the movie A Walk To Remember.

Ethan had come over to Y/N’s house the day after getting their roles, her father seeming practically disgusted by him as he sat in the living room awaiting her. Her father stared him down with crossed arms.

“You know Ethan, I know you’ll be spending some time with my daughter because of this play but that doesn’t mean I particularly like it.” Ethan kept his gaze on the ground. “I see you, I hear of you, I watch you at church, you’re not meant for my daughter, so think before you act when you’re around her.”

“Yes sir.” He gulped. He and her father heard footsteps descending down the staircase and both looked away from each other, her father walking away into the kitchen. Y/N gave a slight smile and looked to Ethan.

“Ready?”

The big night, the play’s opening. Everyone had been working so hard to make it a fun filled nostalgic play. Even Ethan surprisingly. He was scared of course, since all of his friends were in the crowd tonight sitting front row with their phones out to video tape his probably horrid performance. He was shaking backstage, holding onto his fake fur around his body and looked like he might even rip it off. His breath hollowed and barely coming out as he stared at the floor. Y/N noticed and shyly walked over in her first costume, the white and blue dress with her hair tied back in a low ponytail. Ethan felt her warmth radiating onto him and looked up, but instead of saying anything, he just took his bottled water and drank half of it.

“It’s always nerve-wrecking before your first show. Totally normal.” She tried to make small talk.

“But you don’t know my friends, they think it’s ‘so hilarious’ that I had to do this as punishment.”

“I’ve seen what you’ve become, don’t be so hard on yourself if things don’t go smoothly tonight.” She patted his shoulder with a thin smile and took her place behind the curtain as the lights dimmed down getting ready to start the show.

Y/N and Ethan had been meeting up with each other at her house after school so much that it became a routine and Y/N expected him to be at her front door at the same time every day. Their relationship became easier somehow, more relaxed and Ethan began to loosen up whenever it was just them two. It almost seemed like a real friendship. They laughed together when one of them messed up, they talked about things other than the play, and sometimes cut practice short and just hung out together in the living room talking about anything that came to mind. Y/N found her stomach getting tense when he rang the doorbell and her cheeks getting flushed when he looked directly into her eyes. She never showed it though, telling herself she couldn’t get attached under any circumstances. It’s not that she didn’t like Ethan or anything, but only if he knew why. He definitely doesn’t deserve to know and would cut her off so quick if he found out.

Ethan too found his palms sweating before she even opened the door and his voice cracking at the beginning of every practice. Was it nerves? Sure. Was he scared of her, someone that has done this before, making fun of him if he messed up? Of course. But was he also acting this way because some part of him liked being here for more reasons than just getting away from his everyday life? …He doesn’t quite know. Y/N had a certain soothing quality to her voice that made it hard for him to leave her house at 7 pm after their practice. He secretly wished she would ask him to stay for dinner, but he knew with confidence her father would never accept it, so he had no choice but to leave. Ethan still practiced at home in his room by himself. In a hushed voice he’d go over songs and scenes he knew he had more lines than others. His views on theatre drastically changed during his times by himself, cursing at how hard it actually was, and all this time he assumed sports were the top tier of pain, but theatre was so different. When he got down even a line or two it made him feel way more accomplished than any sport ever had. He even began focusing on his classes as well, putting more hours into his assignments and papers than anything else, sometimes leaving football practice early to do so. He withheld tests from his friends that pestered him, as they asked how he did on a certain geometry test, saying he got a D, when in fact he got a 90%. Of course, none of his friends could know that. Y/N saw from the other side of the classroom how his face lit up at the white piece of paper, but how it disappeared so quickly as he stuffed it into his backpack. Y/N knew that look all too well, her heart filled with joy for him. She was intrigued as to why he all of a sudden was trying in school but never pried, knowing her place in his life. She was just his leading lady on stage, a fictional role she so wished to fill.

It was the scene everyone was waiting for, the infamous slow dancing scene with the beautiful fluffy yellow dress that made Ethan swallow hard when he saw her on the other side of the stage from behind the curtain. He tried to snap himself out of it, picturing all of the other much sexier girls he had gotten with, but still nothing compared to how she looked now. Curled hair, the dress that hugged her just perfectly. He didn’t want to admit that he was strongly attracted to her at this moment, but who was he kidding, everyone in the crowd would be too if they were in his shoes.

He heard the music begin and both emerged from backstage looking straight at each other, a genuine smiling upon both of their faces. Y/N acknowledged that Ethan was attractive, for as long as she could remember, but tonight it stood out to her and practically slammed her against the wall without warning. Even as a beast, he was the most handsome guy in the room. However, this was strictly for the play, so she calmed down her thoughts, and did what she had to do; slow dance.

As both started to dance, Ethan’s eyes couldn’t break from hers. Something about the way the stage lighting made her brown eyes seem ever lighter than his hazel ones, even though she had eyes as dark as night, tugged at his heart strings. Her lashes fluttered like Bambi, her lips wore pink that made them look full and plump. They somehow moved closer, and Y/N could feel his breath on her forehead. She didn’t dare look up and get lost in his features, scanning over every perfect crevice he possessed. She picked up on his stare and wondered if it meant more than that. She remembered all the times he picked on her with his friends, made her feel like she was lower class than him and ignored her when she tried to talk to him. Ethan Dolan was a bully and only cared for himself, could he ever actually care for another?

It was a week before opening night, and Y/N thought it would be a good idea to ask Ethan to practice an hour earlier this week to really prepare. She walked over to him and his friends holding a book close to her chest, making direct contact with Ethan.

“Hey Ethan. I was thinking we’d practice for the play earlier today than usual since the play is next week, what do you think?”

They all gave her weird looks, whispering to each other asking why she was even talking to them. She hugged the book closer to his chest in intimidation.

“I think…you should get lost.” He said plainly, only looking up at her for a split second before looking back at his phone uninterested. His friends all laughed with wide mouths at his comment and demeanor, scuffing at her.

Y/N got the hint and simply nodded before scurrying off to her locker. Her cheeks flushed and she felt like she could cry, but every time she felt the need to, she just remembered what her mother use to tell her: they can’t hurt you if you don’t let them.

It had always been that way between the two. Y/N constantly trying to be friends with him, even with the most unlikely people, and them shutting her down. She was never good at it for some reason. She always blamed it on herself rather than the people around her. Even when she says hi to people, they practically tell her nobody wants her here and leave it at that. She believed it partly, but as long as she had her father that’s all she needed. He took care of her once her mom passed away and was her best friend. Family meant way more to her anyway.

Ethan suddenly was flooded with memories of when he’d bump Y/N into lockers for fun, call her trash as he walked by her locker, and even dumped her books and bag into the trashcan during lunch. She never cried or said a word, but he could always tell she was hurting. In the moment, when he was with all of his friends, he didn’t care, the laughter of other students around that praised him mattered. She never did anything wrong to him, she was always nice to him and helped him when he needed it, especially recently. And with the way she looked tonight he couldn’t help but suddenly feel a wave of regret, wanting to somehow make it up to her.

As the music died out and the lights dimmed into a single spotlight on the pair, the audience sat in anticipation. Time stood still, when he quickly leaned in for a soft lingering kiss on her lips. He couldn’t allow himself to go further. He slightly leaning in before pulled away to look at her expression; a look of horror and confusion flowing from her eyes. Her mouth laid agape, instantly freezing up as a kiss was NOT a part of the play. Ethan could feel his friends staring daggers at him on stage, and it didn’t help that Ethan’s ex-fling sat directly in the middle of the front row, crushing her playbill in her hands. For more than a few seconds you could only hear the high buzzing noise in the atmosphere, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Y/N and Ethan didn’t know what to do next other than the lines for the ending of the play, but after that kiss each time either of them spoke they either stuttered or took too long to think of what to say, confused faces on everyone in the theatre, even their teacher.

The play ended and many people came up to the prince of the night, for taking on this character so seriously and delivering a great performance. His mom, brother and sister were among the last to see him since he was bombarded by people after the show.

“Honey! You did so great, what a transformation.” His mother burst with pride.

“Yea bro, not bad, I was thoroughly impressed.” His sister gave him a side hug and playful asked him to sign her playbill. Grayson, even though just as mean as Ethan, gave his brother a bro-handshake, congratulating him and saying he actually liked the play as a whole, even though it was the ONLY play he had ever attended at school. They all waved goodbye to him, going home for a late dinner. Ethan said he would see them at home but said he had to do something before leaving. He was going to find her, explain to her his sudden choice to kiss her and find out how she felt. But about 30 minutes later, after surfing through a sea of people to find his Belle, he realized she had left as soon as the curtain closed.

The next day at school wasn’t all that much better. Ethan’s friends constantly mocked him and some of the lines he said that made them laugh. He didn’t pay any mind to it, as his mind was stuck on finding her. He had finally stumbled upon her during lunch, sat at her usually table all by herself by the back window, reading a book they were assigned in English class. Ethan strolled up to her and sat down with a slight smile directed at her. She, however, was too preoccupied with ignoring him that she huffed at his presence then took a sip of her drink.

“Hey Y/N, uhm…what are you reading?” He asked shyly, the roles becoming reversed.

“Is this your way of small talk Dolan?” She spat.

“I’m just trying to be nice for once to you Y/N, you didn’t deserve my bullying, you were always so nice and helpful.” He pleaded with her.

“The play is over, okay? You don’t have to kiss my ass anymore, literally.” She whispered the last part, eyes still not daring to look up at him.

“Look, over these past few months I’ve done so much more good than bad, and it was all because of you. You’ve helped change me Y/N. I like you, okay?”

“I think that’s a bunch of bull.” Her eyes quickly darted to his, giving him a look of ‘go the fuck away now’.

“Which part of all that?” He said angrily.

“All of it!”

“But it’s not!” Some people sitting around them looked up, practically puking at the fact that the schools most loved senior was talking, let alone sitting, with the garbage that was Y/N.

“Then prove it.” She said calmly, picking up her school bag and walking out entirely.

Ethan called out for her until they reached the front steps of the school, fast walking to keep up with her and shouting her name.

“Y/N! C’mon Y/N please hear me out!”

“Ethan what did I tell you! I told you not to like me!” She nearly cried out, smashing her fists onto his chest in frustration.

“You know what? I’ve figured you out. Now I know why you told me that 3 months ago.” He said, getting into her face.

“Oh yea and why’s that?” She cocked her head.

“Because you’re scared someone might actually like you for you and want to be with you. Then, you wouldn’t be able to hide away behind your books, your church choir or your clothing choices.” She stood there still, a comeback not in her grasp as she knew he was right. She hid behind the non-constricting dresses and sweaters she wore, behind the books that gave her a new reality, and her church choir; where even though she had solos all of the time, she stood in the back behind a guy just a few inches taller than her. Y/N tried to free herself from Ethan before he tugged back on her to look at him.

“No, you want to know the real reason you’re scared? It’s because you want to be with me too.” She quietly gasped, was it obvious? Was it seen in plain sight that Y/N was head over heels for the once bad boy that made her cry? Without another word she gets into her car and slams the door, laying her head on her steering wheel keeping her from crying as Ethan watched. He told himself to give her space and time, maybe it was all too much for her to take in. He was the first to kiss her, the first to confess his feelings to her. If only he had told her before how he had always liked her secretly deep down inside, how things could’ve been so different. If only he could tell her he knew more about her than he led on and loved every little part. But they come from different edges, pointing in different directions. And Ethan didn’t know where to start when it came to telling her just how strongly he felt for her.

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grayson-dolans-dangly-earring · 5 years

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Killer Kings (E.D. & G.D.) PART ONE

DISCLAIMER: this fic is violent and graphic and could be triggering so pls don’t read it if you’re squeamish about blood and murder and sex!!!

THIS IS SIMPLY AN AU AND I WOULD NEVER THINK THE TWINS WOULD DO THINGS OR ANYTHING LIKE THEM I JUST WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND HERE IT IS.

@nostalgicbailey @joeyskinnyleg @notanotherdolantwinsblog @dandydolans

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Ethan was always a beautiful sight to behold. He was always gorgeous, no matter what he was doing. But he looked almost ethereal when he was covered in blood, tan skin slick with it and glistening in the sun. He knew how I felt about him so he wasn’t exactly shocked that I was leaning on the doorway admiring him as he used a hammer to repeatedly bash the skull of his latest victim. Watching him attempt to drown her in our bathtub earlier was quite a production but she just wouldn’t die and we couldn’t have that, now could we? As he moved along with his dismemberment process, the sickening cracks of bones breaking echoed in the room, sending a shiver up my spine. I bit my lip trying to contain a moan as he moved on from the hammer and began cutting away at the girl’s chest cavity. “C’mere sweetheart.” Ethan called to me from where he was kneeling on the floor.

I hurried over to him and sank to my knees at his side. His big hands slid into the gash he made in her chest and got a good hold on where he had split her sternum. He yanked his hands apart in opposite directions, effectively opening her rib cage and exposing her heart and lungs. “Knife.” He murmured. I rummaged around in the tool box next to me, retrieving the big kabar knife and placing it in his palm. I watched, enraptured as Ethan carefully cut the poor girl’s heart out. He gingerly tugged it out of the gaping hole in her chest and turned towards me. He placed the still warm heart in my hands and touched his bloody fingers to my cheek. “She’ll never bother you again sweetheart. You’ll never have to worry about her flirting with me at work anymore. I told you I’d prove to you she isn’t important to me. Everything is okay now. I did good right? You’re happy? I just want you to be happy, baby.” He asked, eyes wide and glittering. I turned my head and sucked his thumb into my mouth. He groaned as I licked the blood from his finger and pulled off with a pop. I leaned into his touch, melting against him. “I’m always happy with you baby. I promise. You did good. You did what I asked. That makes me happy.” I said smiling softly. He sighed and his eyes fluttered shut before he leaned forward and rested his forehead on mine. “I love you sweetheart.” Ethan mumbled. “I love you too darling.” I answered.

Ethan stood up and started peeling off his clothes, discarding them on top of the body until he stood naked before me. He towered over me as he stood beside me. His hands, arms, and face were splattered in blood but the rest of him was untouched. He turned his face towards the window and the sunlight spilled over his face, highlighting his angular features. I ran my hands up his thighs and let my fingers trace the tattoos that littered his thighs. My mouth watered at the idea of sucking him off and as if he could read my mind, he smiled down at me. “No no sweetheart. Not yet. Later, I promise. Now strip. I have to roll everything up in the plastic sheet and bury her.” He said, extending a hand to help me stand up. I took his hand and stood, quickly stripping off my now bloodied clothes. Ethan’s eyes scanned my body and I didn’t have to look to know he was hard. “Alright get back in the house before I fuck you raw right here on top of Karen’s dead body. And you know I mean it.” He said, smacking my ass as I made my way out of the shed. “And put that that dress I like on! We’re going out tonight!” He shouted from the shed. I smiled as I leisurely strolled across the yard and into the house.

A few years back, I met Ethan in a pretty seedy S&M sex club. We got to talking and quickly came to realize that we both had rather...unconventional interests. I found out he was already living out his dreams of cold blooded murder with his equally beautiful twin brother Grayson. But one night Grayson had gotten too angry too quickly and attacked a man in an alleyway, killing him where he stood. He stuck around too long to relish in the kill and the police nabbed him. He had been in prison ever since. I went along with Ethan for his visits and me and Gray got along swimmingly. I spoke to him on the phone often when he would call the house looking for Ethan and we had become very close which i knew pleased Ethan to no end. Although I hadn’t gotten to know Grayson outside of the visitor’s room of the prison and on the phone, I knew we had to bring him home with us when he got out. I had grown to love him almost as much as I loved Ethan and I know Ethan wanted Grayson at home with us more than anything. After Ethan and I had the idea of bringing Gray home to live with us eventually, we bought a house in the middle of nowhere and we also purchased the surrounding land. No one wants nosey neighbors when you’re into what me and the twins are into.

I slipped into a nice white lingerie set and then the dress Ethan wanted me to wear and waited for him to come back to the house. He entered our bedroom a short while later and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. When he emerged he pulled a nice grey button up out of the closet along with black dress pants. He quickly dressed himself and began to explain the plans for the evening. “I want to play tonight. I want to go back to the club we met at and find someone. A boy, a girl. Doesn’t matter. I want you to seduce them, and I want to bring them home. Then, I want you to kill them. And I want to watch you.” He said, weaving a fairytale with his word. I shivered with anticipation and my body was tingling. I nodded furiously letting him know I was more than ready for that plan.

When we got to the club I immediately spotted a boy who looked so new to what was going on. I watched him from the bar as his eyes moved rapidly, watching the couple on front of him absolutely ravage each other on the floor. He was so pretty and probably much younger than most of the people there. “Him. I want him.” I whispered to Ethan. “Then let’s go get him.” Ethan responded with a wicked grin. We moved through the crowd to the bench where the boy was sitting. Ethan sat on his right and I sat on his left. He looked shocked and when I touched his shoulder he was trembling. “Hello baby boy. I’m y/n and this is my boyfriend Ethan. What’s your name?” I purred into his ear. “M-my name is Zeke.” He stuttered. “First time huh?” Ethan said, placing his hand on Zeke’s thigh. He nodded, wide eyed and nervous. “Don’t worry. We can show you the ropes.” I said with a smile. I used my index finger to turn his head towards me and leaned it, planting a gentle kiss to his lips. Zeke’s eyes fluttered shut. We kissed for another minute or so until Zeke’s head fell back and a moan spilled from his lips. I looked over and watched as Ethan sucked a deep purple mark into Zeke’s neck. I clenched my thighs together trying to alleviate the throbbing in my core. I watched intently as Ethan’s tongue swept over the young boy’s skin and his teeth grazed Zeke’s earlobe. “Do you want to get out of here baby boy?” I whispered to him. Zeke nodded and said he needed to use the bathroom and would meet us outside.

We made our way out to the parking lot to wait for Zeke. “Y/N I don’t think I can wait anymore. We have to do this now.” Ethan said, furiously scratching the back of his neck. “Ethan you need to relax. We do this at home or we don’t do it at all, got it?” I hissed. “YOU DON’T GET IT! I NEED THIS!” Ethan shouted. Before he could register what was happening, I cocked my hand back and struck him right across the face. He stumbled back into the brick wall of the building and I got up in his face. “Ethan Grant you shut your fucking mouth. Don’t you EVER speak to me like that again or YOU will be the one wrapped in a plastic tarp and buried in a field. You’re being irrational. THIS behavior is what got Grayson locked up. You two couldn’t control your fucking tempers and you got sloppy. You let him fuck everything up and now he’s behind bars so unless you plan on being his cellmate any time soon, you’re going to shut the fuck up, get Zeke back to the house, and then you can have your fun.” I growled. He stood there, a look of shock frozen on his face. “For gods sake, do I have to do everything around here?! GO!” I hissed at him and he hurried off to get the car.

Zeke came out of the club and spotted me and made his way towards me while Ethan went to get the car. Zeke seemed more at ease and sure of himself as he slipped his arms around my waist. “Hey beautiful where’d your boyfriend go?” He asked. “He went to get the car baby boy. We’ll be home soon enough I promise.” I said looking up at him. “Mmm good. You better be careful, I might steal him away from you.” Zeke joked. But I didn’t laugh. I got angry. Even though i subconsciously knew he wasn’t, the jealous monster in my brain started to view Zeke as a threat. I pushed down the bubbling anger and forced a smile. “Oh honey let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” I said, faking a laugh. Just then, Ethan pulled up with the car. I leaned up on my toes and planted a kiss on Zeke’s lips. “Come on baby. Let’s have some fun.” I said pulling him to the car.

The ride home was more than exciting. I rode in the backseat with Zeke while Ethan drove. Zeke was all over me, kissing and licking and sucking all over my neck and chest. It was getting hot in the car but I couldn’t care less. My eyes flickered up to the rear view mirror and my eyes locked with Ethan’s. He was biting his lip and watching us in the backseat. Zeke’s teeth grazed my neck and I moaned. Ethan revved the engine and took off the second the light we were at, turned green.

When we got home Zeke and I tumbled out of the back seat and Ethan followed us into the house. I led Zeke up to the spare bedroom and pushed him down on to the bed and Ethan sat down in the chair near the bed. I bit my lip as I watched him spread his legs. He took out his phone and started playing some music on the bluetooth speaker. I focused my attention on Zeke. I wanted nothing more than to sink a blade into him but not until I got my man nice and worked up from a good show. I straddled Zeke’s lap and pulled my dress off, revealing my white lingerie. I heard Ethan groan across the room. “Sweetheart you know I love that set. Those crotchless panties are my favorite.” He grumbled from the chair. I grinned over my shoulder at him. I turned back to Zeke and leaned down to kiss him roughly. I ground down against his erection and his eyes slammed shut. “Fuck that feels good.” He moaned. “Wait till you get inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “Get him undressed and ride him baby.” Ethan commanded from the chair. I made quick work of Zeke’s clothes, and without warning I positioned him at my entrance and sank down on his cock. A moan spilled from his lips and he bucked his hips up into me. “That’s it sweetheart. Show him what you can do.” Ethan directed. I was moving frantically, eager to get to the real fun. “Ya know, I thought it was funny earlier.” I said. “Huh?” Zeke said, disoriented. I continued bouncing up and down on him. “Oh you remember, silly. Outside the club? When you said I should “be careful” because you might “take Ethan away from me”. Remember that?” I asked, rage fueling my movements. “I uh, I guess so? It was just a joke.” Zeke said, confused by my words. I slid my hand under the pillow near me,my finger curling around the handle of my knife. “Yeah? Well, I wasn’t laughing.” I growled. I quickly pulled the knife out and with slashed Zeke’s throat. Blood sprayed all over me and the bed, staining the sheets and my lingerie. He was gurgling and making feeble attempts to shove me away. “Oh sweetie do you think you’re gonna make it out of here alive?” I asked, lower lip poking out in a fake pout. I slammed the blade into his chest, still moving up and down on his dick. “Fuck! This adrenaline high has really got me goin’!” I screamed, slashing at any of Zeke’s exposed skin. “Yes baby! That’s my girl!” Ethan bellowed, making his way to the bed. “Alright that’s enough. Up. Get off his dick. You cum for me only, you know that.” Ethan ordered and I did as I was told. Zeke was still coherent, gasping for air and choking on blood, weeping like a baby. Ethan leaned over him and laid his hand on Zeke’s cheek. “Sorry honey. It’s time to go.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Zeke’s forehead before harshly twisting his head and effectively snapping his neck.

I rolled over on my hands and knees and wiggled my ass in Ethan’s direction. “You wanna fuck me Daddy? C’mon, I know you want me.” I called to him over my shoulder with a grin. Ethan landed a hard slap to my ass before he responded. “You know Daddy wants to fuck you. You did so good for me baby. You know I love when you put on a show for me.” He rumbled. I could hear his clothes hitting the floor and seconds later he was behind me, lining up, and slamming his cock into me. “Ah! Yes! Right there! Fuck that feels so good!” I cried beneath him. “Oh my god. Your pussy is so tight sweetheart I might not last too long if you keep tightening up like that. Fuck, it’s so goddamn wet.” Ethan growled as he continued to slam in and out of me, hands gripping my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises. I felt like I was floating. My body was singing with pleasure and the rush of the kill was still coursing through me. Ethan’s thrusts were so rough and punishing that the bed started moving, causing Zeke’s corpse to slide off the bed and hit the ground with a sick thud. This prompted Ethan to speed up and my eyes rolled back. His hand slid up the back of my neck and into my hair where he grabbed a thick section and cranked my head back. A guttural moan tore from his throat as my walls clamped around him when I came. “Yeah that’s right baby. Come on. Give it to me. You want me to come inside you? Huh? Is that what you want?” He growled, still slamming into my slick channel. “Yes! Give it all to me! Cum inside me please!” I whined and I could feel him pulse inside me. Ethan’s thrusts began to falter the closer he got to his orgasm. After a few my strokes I felt him release inside me, hot and sticky and thick. He rolled off me and his chest heaved as he breathed. My knees gave out from under me and I swallowed thickly, mouth dry from all the physical activity.

“You’re cleaning this up.” I mumbled. “No I’m not! You killed him you clean it!” Ethan griped, propping himself up on his elbows. “Umm if I recall correctly, this was your idea Dolan so you can clean it. I’m gonna go take a long hot shower.” I said with a grin as I crawled off the bed and sauntering to the bathroom throwing him a grin over my shoulder.

Ethan leapt off the bed and quickly made his was to me, shoving me up against the bathroom door. “Mmm baby help me clean up and I’ll take that shower with you.” He muttered into my skin as his lips peppered my neck with wet kisses. “I don’t know...I don’t think that’s an enticing enough offer.” I moaned as my eyes slipped shut. “I’ll do that thing you like with the pulsating shower head,” my knees grew weak at that. “And then I’ll carry you to our bedroom and rub you down with that black cherry vanilla lotion you love.” Ethan said biting down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder. I shivered and moaned out a yes and he pulled away from me. “Alright sweetheart lets clean this up.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the guest room.

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of the house phone ringing downstairs. Not wanting to wake Ethan, I slipped out of bed and rushed down the stairs to answer it. I clicked the button and was greeted with an automated message notifying me that I was receiving a collect call. I agreed knowing exactly who it was and waited. “Hello.” a gruff voice sounded from the other line. “Hello Grayson. How are you?” I replied flopping on to the couch with a grin. “Hey peach. I’m surprised you’re up this early.” Grayson said and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Mmm I got a lot of rest last night after your brother wore me out.” I flirted, biting my lip. “Oh yeah? He doin’ ya good? He fuckin’ you right peach?” He groaned. “Only every day.” I said back. “Good. I taught him everything he knows.” He said with a chuckle. “Oh yeah? ‘Cause he’s good. He’s real good.” I said, sliding my hand down my torso. “He’s not as good as his teacher.” Grayson mumbled into the receiver. “Hmm...I don’t know if I believe you...Daddy. You’ll have to show me sometime.” I moaned as my fingers slipped under the elastic band of my panties. “You want a free trial peach? ‘Cause I’ll give it to you.” Grayson growled. “Y-yes please.” I whimpered.

“Slip your fingers into your panties. Run two of them through your folds and swirl them around your entrance to get it wet.” Grayson instructed. You did as he said, moans falling from your lips. “Good girl. Now take those two fingers and rub your clit in tight little circles. Just like I would.” His voice was even but you knew he was straining to keep it together. “Mmm feels so good Daddy. I need more.” I keened.

“Alright peach. Take those two fingers and put them inside you. Thrust them in and out.” He could hear the wet sucking sounds from his end and continued. “Good. Faster. Thrust them faster...add another finger.” You did as he said and a loud sound ripped from your mouth. “Yes. Keep those fingers inside and rub your g-spot.” He said. “I-I can’t. I’m too sensitive!” I whined. “Yes you can. And you’ll do what I say or you won’t cum. Understood?” He growled. You began to follow his instructions again and your head flew back into the fluffy arm of the couch. “Now thrust them again, in and out...good...faster...does that feel good? Yeah? Imagine its my cock. Fuck. I’d be tearing that pussy up if I was there.” Grayson’s voice was working you up and you were so close to the edge. “Please! Can I cum? Please let me cum!” I cried into the phone, limbs shaking with the effort to keep my orgasm at bay until he told me I could let go.

“Go ahead baby. Cum for Daddy. Lemme hear you.” He coaxed. “Fuck! Grayson oh my god!” I shouted as I came all over my fingers, body falling limp against the couch. “Thanks Gray.” I said with a chuckle, lightheaded from my orgasm. “Yeah. You can thank me by sucking my cock the next time you see me. Tell Ethan to pick me up from this hell hole at three p.m. next Thursday. I’m comin’ home peach.” My jaw dropped open as the line went dead. A smile appeared on my face as I heard Ethan’s footsteps coming down the stairs.

Grayson was coming home.

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