Let Me In (9 page)

“Well, I believe you found the perfect solution, Mr. Bishop.” She rests her head against the tile, bucking her hips into my hand. I watch her breaths hitch as my fingers delve deeper into her warm wetness. She’s an amazing sight when she’s about to come. I could be content for the rest of my days just watching her unfold. Her hand grips me harder and stroking me faster. Between seeing her pleasure and feeling her hand around me, I can’t hold off much longer. The wait to have her has been too long.

“Let’s go, baby, come with me,” I plead, and she bucks hard one more time, closing her eyes and screaming in ecstasy at the same time I come all over her hand. “Jessa,” I breathlessly mumble and my forehead falls onto hers.

“Take me to your bed,” she petitions.

“Anytime.”

Jessa

God…he’s good. And big. Does Grant have any faults? As I lie here watching his chest rise and fall slowly while he sleeps, a desire builds in me that I’m not sure I can handle. I want to allow him sleep, but my hands yearn to touch him and for him to touch me, despite the fact that we had sex another two times before eventually collapsing in exhaustion.

Although it’s moving fast, his eyes are telling me something I’ve never seen before. He honestly cares about me, making sure I’m just as pleased as he is. When I went to him tonight, I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I should’ve expected I would end up in his bed. The sexual tension between us has been pretty strong this past month.

I’ll have to thank Trey for his advice that night. Although I’d been done with Rob when I made that phone call, it was still a blow to my ego. Trey told me that some guys just can’t settle down, and that Rob is one of them. He said it has nothing to do with me and that any guy would be lucky to call me his girlfriend. I laughed, saying he sounded like a girl and he laughed, saying he only knew because he’s a slime ball just like Rob. But Trey is nothing like Rob. He’s just scared to commit, whereas Rob doesn’t want to commit.

After that talk, we cuddled up together on the couch, eating potato chips and drinking beer. I tried to get him to watch a chick flick, but he said no way, that it would just make me depressed and that I needed a comedy to get me out of my funk. Promising me he would watch a girl movie once I was happier, he popped in
Super Troopers
. I laughed so hard I cried that night. When I woke up the next morning, I found that Trey had put a blanket over my body after I fell asleep. The beer cans and chips were cleaned up and the television turned off. I really wish I could convince him he is worthy of a relationship.

Grant rolls over. I get up to go to the bathroom, noticing the picture on his desk. It’s him at probably nine years of age with a woman who I assume is his mother. Sadie told me his mother died when he was young, but that’s all she would tell me.

It’s obvious from the picture that Grant got his fairer features from his mom. She was beautiful, and had matching blonde hair and blue eyes. I can’t help but notice that there’s something in Grant’s face, a carefree look, that he never wears anymore. And it’s not just because he was young. Of course everyone is naïve to how harsh the world can become when they’re younger. It’s something more. Even when Grant laughs, he still appears as though he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Except for when he’s on stage. It’s like he’s a totally different person, and for me, it’s a glimpse of him before whatever disastrous events took place in his life.

I’ve never been to a frat house where someone has their own bathroom, but it’s a nice convenience. Perusing Grant’s belongings, I can’t help but think how I wish I would’ve met him sooner. The way his toothbrush is neatly placed in the holder, like it was just taken out of the package. His toothpaste sits precisely next to it. Snooping in his drawers, I’m not surprised to find everything in its designated spot. I hope he’ll be able to handle my disorganization.

After using the bathroom, I climb back into his bed. He rolls over and positions me under his arm, slowly moving his thumb up and down my arm. Placing a kiss on the side of my head, he pulls me closer, confirming that this is exactly where I should be.

Grant

My alarm blares from my phone, waking me up from an amazing dream. I turn it off and roll over, feeling a warm body sharing my bed. She’s curled into a small ball with her back to me so I snuggle close, thankful it wasn’t a dream. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her back and she nuzzles into me.

“Good morning,” I whisper before kissing her temple.

“Not a morning person,” she deadpans and I laugh.

“Well, I am. I’ll be right back with some coffee,” I say and shuffle out of bed, grabbing my jeans.

“Hurry,” she groggily calls out to me before I shut the bedroom door.

Since it’s early, the house is quiet with everyone sleeping off their hangovers. I make my way across the street to the bakery. It’s also empty of college students, although a couple professors occupy the tables.

I pay for my two coffees and some croissants, eager to get back to Jessa. Having no idea what she likes for breakfast, I decide to get a few more pastries so that she has a variety to choose from. The anticipation of finding out all the things she loves courses through me, but panic also arises inside with the thought that I’ll fuck this up. I’ve never experienced what happened last night, not even with Lizzy. The connection between Jessa and I scares the shit out of me. I can’t help but think that, as with everything good that has come into my life, heartache is inevitable.

When we got back from the gym, I was thankful the nightly party didn’t end up at our house. Jessa and I locked ourselves in my bedroom, and I think I am now sore from how many times we had sex. Not that it’ll stop me from taking her again this morning, if she’s willing.

I slowly open my door to see that the bed is empty and her clothes are gone. “Fuck,” I say to myself. Sitting down on the bed, I place the coffees on the end table with the bag of breakfast pastries. I rest my elbows on my knees and tear off my baseball hat, throwing it across the room. The thud signifies the lid hit the sole picture frame on my desk.

I’m such a moron. How did I ever think this would work? I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, and like always, the silence kills me. I’m so sick of being alone, sick of everyone leaving me.

The turn of the knob at my bedroom door surprises me, and I raise my head to find Jessa dressed in her work-out clothes from last night. Her make-up might be a little smeared, but she looks breathtaking to me.

“Oh, I thought I would beat you back,” she says, walking into the room nonchalantly.

As though I didn’t just think the worst, I ask, “Where did you go?” I walk over to the desk and pick up my hat, situating the picture frame back on top.

“I had to go get something.” She has a bag behind her and my curiosity is piqued. Slowly she makes her way to where I’m standing by the dresser.

“What is that?” I ask in a sing-song voice.

“Well, yesterday was Valentine’s Day and I didn’t get you anything,” she says, inching closer. “Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left at the store so we’ll have to be creative.”

“Alright…” I patiently wait for her to finish.

“See, I like to draw,” she says and takes out something that looks like frosting. “And trace,” she continues, taking out another tube. “But most of all, I love desserts,” she states, holding up white, brown and black plastic-filled tubes. “Do you want to be my canvas? I promise to lick you clean when I’m done.”

Shit, I think I just became fully erect. Calm yourself down, two minutes ago you thought she left you, I tell myself. Then my irrational side says, fuck that.

“I’ll be your canvas anytime,” I say aloud. “But I’ll warn you, I’m not an artist, but I love my desserts, too. And if you lick me, I lick you.” I grab her arms and pull her to me, capturing her lips.

“No, buddy, we do this my way this time.” She pushes back from me and then takes the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up over my body. I quiver as her hands skim gently over my chest. Then her fingers hit the waistband of my pants and her lips brush lightly across my pecs. I’m already so hard that she puts her hand on my pants and gently unsnaps and unzips them until my cock breaks free through my boxers.

“Let’s move over to the bed,” she says and backs me up. Just as my legs touch the mattress, she pushes me down onto the bed. “Perfect.”

“No, not perfect. Take off your clothes,” I request, and she automatically sheds her shirt and pants, exposing her exquisite black bra and lack of panties.

“Better?” she asks and I nod my head, unable to speak. I do manage to scoot my way up on the bed before she straddles me.

“Hmm…decisions. Which do I prefer the most, white chocolate, caramel, or hot fudge?” She contemplates the tubes in her hand and meanwhile, the anticipation of her pouring any of the above over me and licking me clean has me at the brink already. “I think I’m going to go with hot fudge,” she says, popping the top off and drawing a small line between my nipples before putting drops on each one. “Let’s mix some flavors,” she smirks down at me and I grab her hips firmly, silently telling her I can’t take much more.

Grabbing the caramel, she puts some on her thumb and rubs it across my lips. “I’ll give you a taste,” she remarks, moving down so her lips touch mine. She licks each lip and then inserts her tongue, the sticky sweetness combines as our mouths join together. My hands reach around and undo her bra, throwing it on the floor, and her body crashes on top of mine.

Rolling us over, I straddle her and see the smeared hot fudge all over her tits. Holding her hands to her sides, I take her left tit into my mouth, biting lightly on her peaked nipple. She wiggles and arches her back to try and get free, pushing it further into my mouth.

Discreetly, I grab the tube of white chocolate and bring it to her stomach, squeezing a line from her breasts down her stomach to her pussy. I slowly lick her stomach clean and make my way down to her neatly trimmed sex. Inserting my tongue between her folds, I grab her clit with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth. “More, Grant,” she gasps. I relinquish her hands and they fly to the back of my head, holding it against her as she bucks into my face. Her pleasure increases and her moans become louder and more frequent. I’m so turned on from the sounds of pleasing her that I want to touch myself just to relieve the pressure.

In all my previous experiences, I’ve never had a girl like Jessa. She takes what she wants and isn’t embarrassed to explore and experiment. It’s sexy as hell how unashamed of her sexuality she is. One more thrust into my face and she holds still, finding her release.

I try to make my way back up to her, but she quickly rolls me back over. “My turn now,” she says with a wicked flicker in her gorgeous eyes, and I think to myself,
Can this girl get any hotter?
“Scoot to the edge.” She nudges my ass to the end of the bed and rests herself on her knees between my legs. After taking a sip of the coffee on the nightstand, she pours the caramel over my cock and encases her lips over it. The warmth of her mouth from the coffee instantly makes me thrust, and my hands move down to massage her short hair. She doesn’t stop, working my dick like a lollipop, licking and sucking non-stop. The moans escaping her mouth match mine, and the fact that she’s enjoying sucking me off has me grabbing the comforter in tight fistfuls.

A little longer
, I keep telling myself, but I can’t hold off. Then her hand fondles my balls and it’s all over. Peeking up at me, her eyes meet mine as she patiently waits for me to finish coming before she swallows. Jessa slowly removes her lips from the crown of my dick, licking it clean, and I wonder if I’ll ever come down.

“Well…that was the best Valentine’s Day ever,” I compliment her, bringing her to my lap.

“I agree,” she says, kissing my cheek. “Now, I need my coffee.” She grabs one of the cups and hands it to me before getting her own.

“I bought you some other stuff. Not sure what you like.” I pick up the bag, pulling out the chocolate croissant.

“My favorite,” she exclaims. “Did you call Sadie or something?” She takes the croissant out of my hand and takes a bite. “Here, have some,” she offers, shoving it in my face.

I take a small bite and moan in delight.

“I know, it’s so good.” She rests against my headboard and it’s the best vision I’ve seen in all my life. Her naked in my bed, eating something I picked out and drinking the coffee I got her. All of this right after we just explored one another’s bodies.

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“Did you want more?” she asks, interrupting my appraisal of her naked body.

“No, I have more in the bag,” I say.

“Oh, you’re heaven sent. Let me see.” She snags the bag from my hand and I chuckle. The childlike behavior she’s exhibiting is adorable.

We sit on the bed, drinking our coffee and eating the Danishes while we talk about last night, when my phone rings.

“Shit!” I yell. I pick up the phone remembering what I forgot. “Sorry, man, I’ll be there in fifteen.” I hang up. “Practice,” I tell Jessa.

“Oh yeah,” she says and stands up, starting to get dressed.

“No, take those off,” I demand as she’s about to pull her panties up. She gives me a quizzical look. “I’ll clean you first,” I inform her and wait for her to follow me into the shower.

The warm shower is entirely too short, but we have to go. Jessa puts her clothes back on, shoving her bra and underwear in her purse. By the time we get to the house, I already hear the instruments downstairs.

“I have to change.” She stops me at the bottom of the stairs.

“Okay, you coming down after?”

“Of course.” Jessa kisses me chastely and I pull her into me, wrapping my arm around her waist. My tongue explores her mouth while her fingers entwine in my hair. As much as I don’t want to tear myself away from her, the guys are waiting on me.

“Hurry.” I give her one more kiss before descending the steps.

“Man, Bishop, who did you fuck last night?” Trey jokes when I get downstairs.

“Yeah, you look like a happy shit,” Dex adds.

“Whatever,” I say, attempting to nonchalantly shrug it off. I’m not sure how Jessa wants to handle this, so I attempt to keep it quiet until we have that conversation.

“Oh, you’re one of those that doesn’t kiss and tell,” Dex states as he tunes his bass.

“She must be awfully good. I wish I could look like that,” Trey says, sitting contentedly behind his drum set, twirling a stick in his hand.

“So the bar didn’t pan out for you guys?” I laugh, thankful I didn’t go with them last night.

“I didn’t say that. We got what we were looking for.” Dex strums his strings a couple times, and I take out my guitar.

“Where the hell is Brady?” I ask. “He just called me.”

“Upstairs with Sadie, of course. Promise you won’t end up that whipped,” Trey jokes, smiling wider when he notices Brady coming down the stairs.

“I heard that, dipshit,” Brady calls out from the other room.

“He’s not whipped, guys. He likes to do things for me,” Sadie chimes in, lying on the couch. “Hey, does anyone know where Jessa is? She never came home last night.”

I keep my head down, unable to face anyone and certain that if they see my face, they’ll know the reason for my chipper mood this morning.
After everyone answers that they don’t know, Trey turns to me and instantly notices my beet-red face. I should have expected him of all people to put two and two together.

“No…really?” he knowingly questions me and I lift my head, staying silent. “Well, it’s about fucking time.”

His response sets me back a little; I thought Rob was his friend.

As Dex and Brady stare my way in disbelief, Sadie smiles behind them, obviously pleased with the outcome. I hear Jessa bustling down the stairs before she appears in the doorway. She stops, looks at all the faces, and then surprises the hell out of me. “Yes everyone, Grant and I are a couple. Rob and I are finished. We all know what an asshole he was to me. If anyone has a problem with it, keep it to yourself because I don’t give a shit.” She smiles over at me and I laugh, shaking my head at her ‘take no prisoners’ attitude.

“No problem.” Dex lets his bass hang from his neck and holds his hands up in defense.

“I love it,” Trey adds, winking her way.

“I only have one word, Jessa.” Sadie walks over to her and wraps her arm around her neck. Jessa looks at her from the corner of her eye in apprehension. “Awesome.” Sadie leads her to the couch, where I’m sure she’s expecting to hear all of the sordid details.

Brady remains quiet and I wonder if he’s not happy with the revelation. “Hey man, you okay?” I walk over to him while he gets his guitar.

“Yeah, he’s my friend, but you and Jessa are too. He has always treated her with little respect and probably already cheated on her a zillion times while on tour, but he wasn’t always like that. Bottom line though is that you’re good for her and I think she’ll be good for you.” He gives me a small smile and the hesitation in his voice tells me he’s holding something back.