Chapter Five.

Amelia’s POV.

I stood, frozen in shock at the sight before me. Greyson was touching himself, his eyes closed and his breath coming in gasps. I could hear him muttering something, but the sound was muffled and indistinct. 

His body was toned and muscular, and as I watched, he groaned, a look of pleasure crossing his face. The size of his dick was impressive, and I felt my mouth go dry as I stared. I licked my lips, my heart pounding as I watched, unable to look away.

Just then, his eyes flew open, and his gaze met mine. The shock in his eyes was evident, and I could see the moment he realized that I had been watching him. My heart was racing, and I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. But then he lunged forward, trying to close the gap.

 I turned and ran, my feet pounding against the floor as I raced away. My breath was coming in gasps, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I ran as fast as I could.

I finally made it to my room, fumbling with the key as I locked the door behind me. I was breathing hard, my heart still racing, and my body trembling. I pressed my eyes shut, trying to block out the image of Greyson that was seared into my brain. 

I was a fool, and I had disobeyed his warning. I groaned, covering my face with my hands. How could I have been so stupid? I could hear footsteps outside my door, getting closer and closer. I knew that Greyson was coming to confront me, and I could only imagine the shouting that was about to come. I braced myself, waiting for the inevitable knock. 

But then, There was a soft, gentle tapping on the door. I opened my eyes, confused. Maybe I was wrong, and it wasn't Greyson after all. I stood still, waiting for what would happen next. The tapping continued, and I realized that it wasn't a loud, angry knocking. It was almost hesitant, as if whoever was on the other side of the door was afraid to be too forceful.

I slowly opened the door, bracing myself for what I would find. But to my relief, it wasn't Greyson at all. It was Jayden, his eyes red and bleary from crying.

 “What's wrong, my dear?” I asked, kneeling to be at his level. He rubbed his eyes, still looking up at me with a pout on his face.

 “I can't sleep,” he said, his voice small and tired. I reached out, gently stroking his hair, trying to soothe him. 

“What's keeping you up?” I asked, knowing that I needed to get to the bottom of what was bothering him.

“Bad dreams,” he said, hugging his toy close to his chest.

I looked at him, feeling a surge of sympathy for the little boy who had been so frightened by his dreams. He was so small and vulnerable, and I wanted to make him feel safe and loved. I gently picked him up, holding him close to my chest.

 I wanted to take him to his room, but I was scared that I might run into Greyson if I went there. So instead, I carried him over to the bed, whispering soothing words in his ear. I laid him down, tucking him in and rubbing his back.

I started to sing him a lullaby, my voice quiet and soothing. As I sang, I could feel him relax in my arms, his breathing slowing down. I continued to pat his back, gently rocking him until his eyes closed, and he drifted off to sleep.

 As I stood up, I felt a tug on my shirt. I looked down and saw that he had been clutching onto it in his sleep. I carefully unclenched his fingers, and as I did, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.

 I walked into the bathroom, stripping off my clothes. As I turned on the shower, images of Greyson's body flashed through my mind. 

I saw him standing in front of me, shirtless, his hand wrapped around his dick.  I shook my head, trying to clear the image from my mind. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me, trying to wash away the memories and the feelings that came with them. 

I tried to push the thoughts away, but they kept coming back. Before I knew it, my mind had wandered back to that day. I started to imagine that it was Greyson's hands on me, his touch gentle but firm. 

BI felt my hand drift to my breast. My heart started to race as I began to imagine that it was Greyson's hand on me. I pinched my nipple gently, a soft moan escaping my lips.

Slowly, I trailed my right hand over my pussy and gathered the wetness around my cunt and put one of my fingers inside my needy cunt. I started pumping my fingers in and out, imagining it was Greyson’s fingers that were assaulting me.

Eventually, I added another finger inside of me, my other hand pleasuring my swollen nipples. I took my hands out of my pussy and put my fingers inside my mouth, sucking them, as if it was Greyson’s dick.

Looking around, I found some markers and decided to put them over my hole. Slowly, I started sinking into them. I began to moan his name as if it were a holy chant. 

I pumped it fast, my breath in gasps, I could feel my orgasm coming. I leaned all the walls for support. I slowed down, and then my cums filled the marker and I pulled it out.

I washed my cums from the marker and dropped it. I stepped into the shower, the hot water hitting my skin and washing away the remnants of my cum. But despite my efforts, my mind kept wandering back to Grayson, wishing he would touch me.