K. Linde - Take Me for Granted

“Hey, babe,” Grant said as he walked up to me. “What’s that?” The other guys stood around apparently wondering the same thing.

“I, uh…” I began. I hadn’t expected an audience. “I brought you something.”

“The only thing girl’s ever bring Grant is pussy,” Vin said under his breath.

McAvoy smacked him across the back of the head. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Grant took the box from my hands. His smile grew tenfold when he opened it up. “Cupcakes.”

“German chocolate. Your favorite.”

I knew I was blushing hard, but the look on his face was worth it.

“I don’t think you can fuck cupcakes,” Vin said loud enough for me to hear that time.

“Then, I guess you don’t want one,” I snapped right back.

“Wait…” Vin said, trying to correct himself to get a cupcake.

All three guys busted out laughing in unison.

Vin glared at them. “Shut the fuck up, assholes!”

“You walked right into that,” Miller said.

“Who said I was going to share anyway?” Grant asked.

He slid the box under one arm and his other around me. My world spun. He was talking about more than just the cupcakes.

Grant devoured four cupcakes before we even made it to the concert I was taking him to. It wasn’t even a far drive. I didn’t think he’d said anything the whole trip besides mostly moans and groans about how good they were. I guessed the key to a man’s heart really was through his stomach.

When I pulled up to the concert venue, Grant’s eyes narrowed. “You’re taking me to a show?”

I giggled. Oh my God, Grant McDermott makes me giggle. “I thought you would want to see what music I like.”

He hopped out of the car eagerly, and before I could walk two feet, he covered my mouth with his. His hands were on either side of my face while my fingers played with the dog tags that were perpetually around his neck. He broke away first, which was unusual. His eyes searched my face, and then he kissed the tip of my nose.

“What was that for?” I asked a little breathlessly.

“Music speaks to my soul.”

“So do cupcakes apparently.”

He smirked. “I can see how you have an unfair advantage at this date thing. You’re way better at it than me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “No way.”

“You have more practice.” He leaned in really close to me. “I can’t wait to show you the things I have more practice with.”

The concert couldn’t have gone on for a second longer with the heat building between us all evening.

Once we were back at his place, we couldn’t get out of my car and up the stairs fast enough. I’d never felt this blind lust before. It was both terrifying and exciting. I couldn’t decide which feeling was more overpowering. I tried to tell myself to stop overanalyzing every emotion hitting my body and just enjoy being.

Grant had the door to his bedroom closed and me laid out on his bed in a split second. My jeans hit the floor, and my underwear followed. He wasn’t wasting any time. My body shook beneath him. I knew that we’d done this before, but my mind kept skipping several steps ahead. Was I ready for that?

When he started kissing down my stomach, my brain shut off. His breath landed hot on my opening, and he started licking and sucking me in ways that had me writhing beneath him. Damn, he’s good at that.

His fingers slid inside me, and I squeezed my eyes tighter until the pressure lessened. Then, he was moving in and out of me, and my breathing became labored. Everything felt like it was vibrating, like I was unraveling from the inside out, and I didn’t even know what to focus on.

“Ari,” Grant murmured, glancing up at me, “you’re close.”

I grappled with the sheets and tried to hold off the intensity building inside me.

Holy fuck!

“Just let go, babe.”

Let go of what?

Oh my God. His mouth. His fingers. Him.

My body pulsed as I felt something rush through me all at once. My back arched slightly, and I just let go.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Grant groaned.

I gingerly peeled my eyes open and saw he was staring at me. I knew I should reciprocate. I wasn’t sure I could hold off on him having sex with me if I didn’t. I felt incredible, and really he deserved to as well.

“Grant…” I whispered.

“Ari, I know. You’re not going to have sex with me.” He chuckled humorlessly, standing up.

I sat up, reached out, and touched his jeans hesitantly. “I thought, um…that is, if you want…maybe we could try something else.”

Grant’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “What do you have in mind?”

I turned crimson from head to toe. My hand slid up his leg, and over his dick. He looked at me like I’d just offered him the world. Maybe I had?

“Yes, whatever you want, yes.”

I laughed lightly. He was so eager, and I was so hesitant. What a pair.

As if seeing my uncertainty, he stood and stripped out of his jeans and the navy blue boxer briefs that apparently had held him in very tightly. My eyes bugged, and I tried to hide that fact. He was tall, and the correlation between that and size meant something…but damn.

He extended his hand to me and then scooted me off the bed. His lips found mine softly. “Calm down.”

He placed my hand on his dick, and with a breath, I started gliding it up and down the length of him. A groan escaped him at my touch. I couldn’t keep a smile from tugging on my lips.

“Like this,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around my small hand.

I gripped him harder and kept pumping. As I watched him, I couldn’t help licking my lips. He was so unabashedly sexual.

Grant ran a finger against my bottom lip. “You keep licking those lips, Ari, and I’m going to want them around my cock.”

I took a deep breath and then sank to my knees. I thought he stopped breathing. I could do this. I’d done it before. I’d done it at times when I didn’t even want to. But I wanted to do this for Grant.

My lips wrapped around the head, and then I slowly took more of him into my mouth. Grant pushed farther in, and I gagged as he hit the back of my throat. My eye instantly watered, and I closed them to blink the tears away as I quickly retreated. Yeah, I pretty much feel like an idiot.

“Sorry,” he grunted. “You just feel so fucking good.”

I started again, drawing him in and sucking him back to the head in a slow rhythm. My knees were already killing me, and dear Lord, my jaw was on fire. I wasn’t going to be able to open my mouth in the morning. He’d probably like it that way.

I pulled back too fast and felt my teeth nick him. Ugh!

“Fuck!” Grant stopped me entirely and wrenched me to my feet. “No teeth.”

“S-sorry,” I stammered.

He breathed out heavily. “It’s okay,” he said through gritted teeth. “Just get on the bed.”

Oh man, am I that bad?

“Hey,” he said. “You’re going to get my dick nice and wet, and then wrap your lips around him. The faster you go, the faster I go. Focus on the tip, and we’re golden. No teeth.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

He kissed me solidly on the lips before lying back on the bed. I guessed I hadn’t sucked that bad if he wanted me to keep going.

I did exactly what he’d said. I didn’t care that my jaw was locking up or that I was pretty embarrassed by the entire interaction. Grant was moaning and groaning enough encouragement to keep me working him over until he was done. He started thrusting up into my mouth, and I tried not to fight him, but he was so big. I could tell that he was getting close before he even warned me.

“Oh fuck, Ari,” he cried out as he hit the climax.

I pulled back and felt his warmth run down my hand where I was still gripping him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck.”

Date Ten

This thing with Ari—I didn’t even have words for it. It was just fucking good.

I wanted to fuck her more and more every single fucking day, but now that she was handing out blow jobs, I didn’t feel like I was going to explode every time I saw her. I had my standard that the girl either sucked or fucked, and I’d been amazed at how truly bad she was to start out with. For a split second, I’d thought about fucking her mouth until I finished or throwing her on the bed and having her prove to me that she fucked better than that.

But she had looked so damn concerned when I stopped her that I just wanted to show her. I’d never fucking done that before. And fuck, once I’d told her what to do, she was a quick study. I’d be okay if she was studying all the time like this.

The strangest part of all was that as much as I wanted to push for more, I was having such a good time with her—dating her, laughing with her—that I wouldn’t. Each time I thought she was going to turn me aside for asking for too much, she would give just a little bit more of herself. Like the cupcakes. She had fucking baked me cupcakes. And the concert. I hadn’t been sure what I was in for when we walked into the venue, but not only was the show surprisingly good, Ari was also totally into it, which just made it that much better.

I’d been planning to take her out dancing on Halloween, but at the last minute, Miller had gotten news that ContraBand was being plugged in at the exact party I had been planning to attend with Ari.

We were scheduled for the eleven o’clock slot right before the club would switch to some techno DJ for the rest of the night. Ari and her friends showed up about fifteen minutes before our set. She was in a fitted white dress with long gloves, and she was holding an elaborate mask in her hand. I could see her from backstage, and it was fun to watch her search for me in the crowd.

“Bro,” Vin said as he took the spot next to me. “Halloween is the best fucking night of the year. So many chicks, so little clothing. I think I want a French maid, a Playboy Bunny, and a nurse all tonight.”

“Good luck with that,” I said.

“What are you going to take home? I saw a really hot referee.”

When Ari couldn’t find me, she secured her mask back in place and turned to talk to her friends.

“I’m thinking a masked angel.”

“That one?” Vin asked, pointing Ari out.

“Yeah.”

“Good choice. I’d bang her.”

“No chance in hell.”

The production manager popped his head backstage. “You guys are up.”

It was our first show in weeks, but we got right back into our rhythm without a hitch. I played the crowd the best way I knew how. Drunken girls in lingerie were throwing themselves toward the stage, and I even heard a few screaming for me to take my clothes off. I obliged them by shrugging out of the jacket of the military fatigues I’d worn for the occasion. The fans screamed even louder when I tugged up my shirt to expose my abs beneath. I laughed softly into the microphone, pulled the shirt back down, and continued on with the chorus.

“This is our last song, and I know that you’ll all be so sad to see us go. This one’s called ‘Letting You.’ Come out to our last show of the semester at The Ivy League on the Saturday after Thanksgiving.”

The crowd cheered.

I found Ari swaying and dancing all by herself in the second row. Her friends were grinding against guys who they’d found in the crowd, but she only had eyes for me. Right as we moved into the instrumental break, I pointed her out to the crowd and motioned for her to come onstage.

Her mouth dropped open, and she shook her head. I could see her mouthing, No, over and over, but the crowd roared and pushed her forward. I had the masses on my side, and soon, she was up the stairs and walking straight toward me. When I reached her, I swung her around into a dip and kissed her in front of the sea of people.

To everyone in attendance, this was nothing more than the band putting some random girl on display for the drunken Halloween crowd. But for me, this was new territory. I hadn’t picked Ari at random. It felt more like…I was claiming my girl.

Date Eleven