Chapter 3 Greyson

V ivian's soft hands slide over mine as she presses her back against my chest and guides my hands over her hips, swaying to the sultry music playing around us.

I don't know who the hell this girl is or where she came from, but she is fucking alluring. She rolls her body, the curves of her ass molding against me like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together.

My hands tighten on her sides, and I don't hesitate to pull her harder into me. I want to feel more of her, all of her.

"Fuck." The groan slips past my lips as she looks backward up into my eyes and hooks her hand around my neck. "You are perfect, but you already know that, don't you?"

She smirks and grinds against the front of my joggers, and I can feel every slight movement, my dick throbbing from her touch.

Something about her makes me oddly comfortable, like I've known her forever, even though we just met. And it's making me do things I typically wouldn't have the confidence for.

Skating my hand across the lace of her corset top, I guide my fingers up the center, between her full breasts, and higher until my fingers gently wrap around the soft skin of her neck, her pulse pounding against my grip.

Her eyes darken as she holds my stare and leans into my hand, tightening the pressure on her throat. I take the hint, tightening my grip and pinning her to my chest. Her ass grinds into me harder. Fuck, she's addicting.

I don't know what it is about this girl. This is the craziest shit I've ever done. But that's kind of the point. To take risks and push myself from my comfort zone. Maybe she just found me on the perfect night when I've thrown caution to the wind, ready to embrace adventure with my arms wide open.

In sync, we move like water, flowing to the music as we become one beneath the flashing lights, our breathing syncing together as it shallows out.

My heart is racing, beating in my chest like a bat out of hell. God, I haven't felt this alive in years. And that's sad when all I'm doing is dancing with a beautiful woman.

The song begins to come to an end, but I don't care. You would have to drag me away from her right now.

Especially after today. I need this. I need her. I need whatever distraction from my shitty life she is willing to give me. I'd be honored to be a blip in her day for her to be everything in mine.

Another song thrums in the air, sensual and palpable, matching the passion growing between us, sparking like the fuse on a bomb.

Licking my lips, I lean down, fighting the urge to finally find out what those pretty red lips taste like.

Her lust-blown pupils lock onto mine as she smirks. "You don't need to ask, pretty boy. Kiss me already."

Her words are the undoing of my restraint, and in one swift movement, I spin her around in my arms, slide my hand around her jaw into her hair, tilt her head up, and seal my lips against hers, breathing her in like it's the last breath I'll ever take.

Oh fuck. She tastes like tempting sin and sweet salvation, and I'm torn between kissing her like an angel or a devil. Her tongue sweeps out, parting my lips, greedy to delve into my mouth, and I have my answer.

Her fingers fist my sweatshirt, pulling me tighter against her, and the fever in her kiss makes me feral. My tongue swipes hers, and vodka hits my taste buds. I swear it's the only time it's ever tasted this good; I want to get drunk on her kiss.

Pulling away, she quickly licks my lips, my cock twitching against her lower stomach, and she smiles in response.

She holds my stare, and I'm incapable of looking away as her fingers trail down my abs and hook into the waistband of my sweats. I don't care that we're in the middle of the dance floor right now, surrounded by a hundred people. The only thing I can focus on is how fucking good her fingers feel as they skirt against the now exposed sliver of skin as she lifts my hoodie up ever so slightly.

She leans up on her tiptoes, and her words are a ghost on my lips. "Do you want to fuck me tonight?"

That's forward as hell, knocking me off my axis for a moment before I recenter myself, knowing exactly what my answer is going to be. I've had a handful of one-night stands, but that was a few years ago when I first started college. Since then, I've kept to myself, not wanting to waste someone's time and give them a glimmer of hope for something more. But if that's what she's offering for tonight, then I'll happily take it.

She makes me feel fearless, like she unlocked a side of me I have always kept hidden. A side that doesn't question what he wants; he just takes it because he can.

"All I've been able to think about is how perfect you are going to look while you stretch out for me. All flushed and out of breath. Fuck. I bet the image in my mind pales in comparison to what's under this." I tug at the tight red top with flowy long sleeves.

She gulps hard, her eyes widening with excitement and surprise, like she didn't expect me to go along. "I want you right now."

Huffing as a smirk tips one side of my lips up, I brush the pad of my thumb across her plump bottom and lip meet her challenging stare. "Here in front of everyone?"

A speckle of pink dances across her cheeks as she grins and slowly shakes her head. Without a word, she takes my hand in hers and starts walking backward, pulling me along with her, a dangerous gleam in her eyes, reminding me of a warning sign. But it's too late—I'm past the point of no return.

She faces forward, and I let her drag me wherever the hell she's going. I think I'd follow her off a cliff right now if she led me over the edge.

We maneuver through the crowd and approach the very back, where black curtains hang down from the ceiling to the hard floor. She turns her head enough to flash me a stark white smile before slipping behind them, guiding me along with her, the crushed velvet fabric brushing against me as I pass through them. They sway closed behind us, and the air seems to electrify in our separate little world.

Dragging my fingers up her stomach, I push her gently at the waist, guiding her back until her back hits the wall, trapped between my arms, with my forehead hovering above hers and our breath a mix of unspoken desires.

I need to feel her. Every single inch she's willing to give me, I will greedily take.

"You want me to fuck you right here behind this curtain with a room full of people on the other side?" I whisper into her parted lips, and she nods with the most devious grin as music thumps, vibrating in the floor beneath our feet. "How did I get so lucky tonight?"

She wraps her right hand around my biceps, her fingers trailing down my arm until her hand overlaps with mine.With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she slides my palm down over her breasts, past her stomach, and between the part of her legs, lifting my hand just enough to slip beneath her black skirt.

Her breath quickens, and she pulls her hand away, leaving me in charge. My firm fingers drag up her inner thigh until I reach the lace of her panties hidden under pantyhose.

Her eyes flutter shut, but with my other hand, I catch her jaw and tilt her head back, forcing her gaze to lock onto mine. I hold them with my stare, wanting to look into those swirling hazel eyes while I touch her sweet pussy for the first time.

"Do you care about these?" I ask, tugging on the pantyhose pressed tightly against her center.

She shakes her head, biting harshly on her bottom lip.

"Good," I answer, dropping my other hand between us and tearing the pantyhose apart at the seam that runs between her legs.

Sliding my finger along the edge of the lace, I lift them from her delicate core, pulling them to the side and securing them in place with my other hand as a shiver dances through her body.

Running my fingers through her center, I can't help the filthy smile that tugs at my lips. "Already this soaking wet for me, huh? Fuck , I really am a lucky man tonight."

She inches forward, sliding her arms around my neck. "This night is just getting started," she whimpers against my parted lips.

As I circle my thumb over her clit, her mouth forms the most perfect O. Gently, I ease my finger into her, watching her mouth fall further open and her eyebrows lift as I slide in a second one. Her eyes darken, and from the little light shining behind these curtains, I can see just how badly she wants this, wants me .

Resting my thumb against her clit, I draw my fingers back before gently hooking them inside her and thrusting them back in her pretty little pussy, rubbing circles with my thumb until she becomes a sexy mess in my arms.

"Oh, shit ," she groans into my mouth as her fists tighten, my tan sweatshirt clenched between her knuckles.

My cock throbs, twitching hard against my boxers as I finger fuck her incessantly while showing her clit the attention it deserves.

" Oh my god , Greyson, you're actually going to make me—" she gasps as her back arches, her core tightening around my fingers as her first orgasm of the night rocks through her in pulsing waves.

Her face lifts, those perfect lips parting in a delicious O, begging to be kissed as her eyes struggle to stay open.

Memorizing every detail of her as she comes apart on my fingers, I can't help but praise her. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you're so pretty when you come."

As her breathing slows, she throws her arms around my neck and crashes her lips into mine, a new level of passion igniting between us, and I'm never going to get enough of it.

Her body melts against mine, reminding me just how good we fit together as my hands find her waist and my fingertips dig into her skin.

"You still want more?" I ask her, praying to anyone and anything that will listen for her to say yes.

She pulls away and looks me dead in the eyes, fire burning in her stare as she groans, "I need it."

Her hands drift to my pants, and her delicate fingers dip beneath the waistband, sliding down my rock-hard length.

" Shit . I really need it now," she whimpers, licking her lips as she runs her hand up and down, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Fuckkkk," I groan as she slips her fingers beneath my boxers and wraps her hand around me, lifting my dick from my pants and pumping me from base to tip.

"Shit," Vivian mutters harshly, definitely not in the tone I want to hear right now, and she releases me from her tantalizing grasp.

My eyes fly open, and I rush to cover myself and her, pressing her into the wall while looking around to see if we've been busted. But there's no one there.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, trying to read her face, which has morphed from delicious pleasure to annoyance and anger.

She grabs my chin and quickly kisses my lips. "Oh, Greyson. I wish we had more time tonight. But I have to go. I'm so, so sorry. Trust me , I would much rather have you fucking me against this wall than be leaving. But I don't have a choice."

Tucking myself back into my pants, I sigh. I'm so fucking confused. "Wait—what? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

She shakes her head, genuine sadness sinking into her eyes. "Not at all. You were perfect. Goodbye, Greyson."

She looks to her right, and I turn to see what she's looking at, but again…there's no one there.

"I don't understand. Is everything oka—" My words fall to the wayside as I turn back to face her, but she's somehow already gone, or rather… vanished .

Focusing has never been an issue of mine…until right this moment when I'm trying to study for class, and all I can possibly think about is the girl from the club last night. Thank god I agreed to go with them, or I never would have met her.

Vivian .

I've said her name so many times in my mind that I swear I see the outline of those six letters when I close my eyes.

Regardless of what did and didn't happen with her, nothing's going to be the same. She may never realize it, and I may never see her again, but she changed something in me last night, cutting a leash I wasn't even aware I was tied to. She set me free. From my own boundaries and reservations.

I've got to find her, or at least try. I've got to do something. Even if the only thing I can do is thank her.

"No, it's like an entire room full of like the richest people. I'm totally doing it." Some girl's voice pulls me from my thoughts as I incessantly tap my pen against my notebook, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"You basically just have to be a butler for a rich person for two weeks, and you leave with a life-changing kind of money. There's no way I'm passing this up. I'll scrub their floors with a toothbrush if they ask. I just want the cash."

"Okay, okay, fine. I'm in. When is it?" her friend asks, and I sit up a little straighter in my chair.

Most of my life, I have scrounged up enough money to survive but never thrive. I've dreamed of a life where you buy what you want because you already have what you need. The comfort of not checking your bank account before buying a candy bar in a gas station.

I'll wait hand and foot on some snob for a couple of weeks if it means the rest of my life will forever change.

Listening more intently, I ready my pen and paper for her next answer.

"It's tonight. So you need to make up your mind, like now. We've got to be there no later than 8:00 p.m. Shit, don't let me forget the code word. It's a foreign language, I think. Mordere me ." I jot down every word she says, desperate to hear her mention where it's going to be at.

"Sarah, that's crazy, girl." She hesitates for less than a second. " Fuck it , I'm in."

Sarah squeals with excitement at her friend's response. "Thank god. I didn't want to go through this by myself."

They giggle together and whisper something inaudible.

"Yeah, we better hurry, or we're going to be late for the movie," Sarah mutters, and I hear their chairs squeak against the hardwood floor as they're pushed back.

They begin walking away, and I turn to face them, but they don't even acknowledge me and keep on walking. Shit. What should I say? Hi, I listened to your entire conversation and want to know everything, please.

They'd call me a creep and run off.

Shit .

My gaze falls to my lap as I sigh in defeat. It was a bit of a pipe dream anyway.

Something catches the corner of my eye, and I turn my head in time to watch a slip of paper float to the ground.

"Hey, you dropped something," I say, rushing to my feet, walking over to the paper on the ground and picking it up. "Excuse me," I say, trying to catch them, but they continue forward like they don't even hear me.

Glancing down at the tattered paper, I see an address, scribbled beneath one word written in large letters— Culling .