Let Me In (The Invisibles #2)

by Lynn, Michelle

  “Lean back and enjoy the ride,” she insists and I happily hold onto her hips, following her pace. Her handful tits sway every direction as she takes me in and out of her tight sex. I wish I had more hands to touch her everywhere at once. “Touch me, Grant. I’m so close. Release me.” I move my thumb over her clit, massaging it, while thrusting my cock up into her. She rests her hands on the bar above my head as she moves up and down and harder and faster with each thrust. A scream escapes her when she finds her relief, and I instantly find mine after feeling her clinch around me.

  She collapses on top of my chest and I wrap my arms around her, kissing her shoulder. “I wasn’t expecting that to happen today.”

  “Me either, although…I hoped,” she admits and picks up her head to look at me. I capture her lips in a soft, loving kiss. Now that I’ve come back to my senses, I begin to worry that our first time was too fast and harsh. Jesus, I should’ve taken my time with her. What was I thinking?

  Obviously I wasn’t. “Shit, Jessa!” I push us up off the bench. “We didn’t use anything!” I say in a panic. The thought of having a little Bishop frightens me to no end.

  “I have an IUD,” she tells me calmly. “And I’m clean. Rob and I always used something. I never told him I had it, so he was religious with the condoms. Not to mention, I just got tested after he left for the tour.” Man, she covers all the bases. Thank God, that’s the last thing I need in my life.

  “I’m clean too, but I think in the future we should use a condom. Just as a precaution,” I say. “Now, let’s go.” I pick her up and start walking away from the bench, leaving our clothes where they fell.

  “Where are we going?” she giggles. I love the way her small frame wraps perfectly around me, almost as if we were built to fit together like a puzzle. The thought that I found my final puzzle piece to make me whole, alarms me to no end.

  “I’m going to clean you up.” I take her into the women’s locker room because I know it’ll be cleaner than the men’s. Turning on the shower, I check the temperature before placing her under the stream of warm water. After her feet touch the floor, I push her up against the wall, encasing her between my arms and kissing her passionately like she deserves. I let my fingers trace over her body, cherishing every inch and relishing the goose bumps that scatter across her with every touch.

  I pick up the wash cloth I brought in with us and gently move it between her legs. She shifts and grabs my biceps when I wipe her clean, obviously still sensitive to touch. “Thank you,” she softly says in my ear.

  “You’re welcome. Happy Valentine’s Day,” I reply in return. Bending down, I capture her lips, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth as my teeth nibble it. “Come home with me tonight?” I request.

  “Okay,” she instantly murmurs. The fact that she didn’t even think about it for a second has my heart doing flip-flops. “But first I think we have a problem to solve,” she jokes and her hand travels down, grabbing my cock and stroking it.

  “Do you have a solution?” I rest my forearms against the tile wall above her head, relishing her hands on me.

  “I think I do,” she smirks, continuing to stroke me up and down.

  “That only solves one problem.” I reach between her legs, slowly circling her clit with my thumb as my finger moves in and out, bringing her wetness around her folds.

  “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.

  Chapter 8

  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.

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

  “No, I have more in th
e 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.