Not A Peep: A Forbidden, Bully, Dark College Romance, page 27
My cheeks burn. Why do I suddenly wish I had kept my mouth shut? I admitted that I was seeing three guys but still, this situation is so precarious, and it could go bad fast. Instead of letting me answer, I hear Pianna chuckle before saying,
“Wow, so you really are hooking up with three friends. I thought you were just exaggerating the other day. That’s so unlike you! How is the sex?”
“Pianna—”
“Don’t ‘Pianna’ me. I tell you about my sex life. Now that you have one again, you need to share the details. Like how does it work with three guys?”
I laugh, “I wouldn’t know since I haven’t been with all three at one time, but two at a time? It was… good.”
“Just good?”
“It was great, damn it! It was fucking great, ok?” I hiss, playfully pretending to be annoyed at her prying. Pianna’s shriek of delight is loud enough that I have to pull a headphone out of my ear.
“Oh god, I’m so jealous! I wonder if I could talk Miguel into a threesome?” Pianna sighs wistfully. “So you stayed the night at their place? I thought this was a causal thing. Sleeping over two nights in a row doesn’t really scream casual, Bri.”
I wince. How do I explain that I didn’t have a choice in that matter? My amusement fades as I think about this entire situation. Up until last night, I was sure I was just a plaything to them. Somehow though, there’s been a shift between me, Trip, and Jason. They were nice and sweet. And when Grant came home, again I felt like something was different.
“Yeah, well, it is.”
“Why’d you pause so long? Do you have feelings for these guys?” Pianna gasps. “Wait, do you like all of them?”
“It’s not like that Pianna. They’re just having some fun and I—” My throat convulses painfully. “It’s not a sustainable situation.”
Pianna hums. “Well, be careful, ok? I know you and sex is hardly ever casual. You catch feelings when you let your guard down enough to let guys in that close. Just keep yourself safe, ok?”
Before I can respond, one of my earbuds is pulled out of my ear. I turn around to find Grant standing behind me. He shoots me an unreadable expression before he shoves the earbud into his ear.
“Good morning, is this Pianna by any chance?”
“Grant!” I snap, stepping away from the stove with my hand outstretched in front of me. “Give it back!”
“My name is Grant Gipson,” he replies, ignoring me as he listens to something that Pianna says. “Our Bri talks about you quite fondly. I was wondering when she would allow us to talk.”
I gape at him when he flashes me a grin. Our Bri?
“Understood. We’ll play nice,” he promises, his tone almost serious as he listens to my best friend give him the shakedown that she gives every guy I’ve ever been with. “I completely understand. I hope we’ll get to meet sometime in the near future. We’re about to have breakfast, can Bri call you back later?” He hums thoughtfully and then chuckles. “Duly noted.”
With that he pulls the earbud out of his ear and hands it back to me.
“What the hell, Grant?”
He raises a brow. “What? I can’t talk to your friend?”
“No! Do not bring Pianna into this in any way,” I hiss before turning around to make sure I don’t burn the pieces of toast cooking in the large pan on the stove. “She doesn’t deserve to be yanked into this madness. She’s gone through enough.”
Grant comes up right behind me, his hands landing on my hips.
“Your friend is safe from our scheming, I promise,” he says seriously. The stiffness in my shoulders ebbs away and I let out a heavy sigh of relief. His mouth is suddenly on my neck as I flip the pieces of toast over. “I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like a protective momma bear,” he murmurs into my ear, his breath hitting the shell. I shiver.
“She’s my everything.”
“You’d do anything for her?” he asks curiously.
I nod. “And she’d do anything for me.”
Grant says nothing to this, but he doesn’t step away or let go of me. His hands slide under the hem of my shirt and his palms slide over my soft stomach, up to my breasts. A hard shiver rocks through me. With Grant pressed against my back, he couldn’t have failed to notice it.
His lips find my neck again. The kisses he plants are gentle. His fingers tease my tightened buds, and slowly, I start to lean back into him. I try not to think too hard about how good it feels to be in his arms, or that his touch is turning me on. I won’t overthink this. This is what they want from me. Sex. Nothing more. I can do this, and I’ll enjoy what I can get from it too because, well, why not?
I plate the perfectly cooked French toast and put more into the pan. One of Grant’s hands slides back down my body, faintly skimming over the pooch of my stomach before sliding under the hem of my panties. With a loud gulp, I part my legs and allow him to slide his fingers through my folds.
“So wet, dollface,” he murmurs into my ear before planting a kiss just below it.
His long fingers slide through the slick arousal that’s gathered there, and he uses it to coat my clit. I suck in a sharp breath. Two fingers begin circling my clit, in no hurry to bring me to a release anytime soon. It’s hard to cook this way, with lips on my neck, a hand fondling my breast and one between my legs, but I certainly don’t mind it.
My hand shakes as the pleasure mounts lazily through my body. The piece of French toast on my spatula shakes with my hand, but it makes it to the plate before I quickly reach forward and turn off the stove.
“I-I need to make eggs and sausage,” I whisper breathlessly.
Grant hums again. “No, this will be good for us, dollface.”
Suddenly, his hands and mouth disappear. I bite back a whine as he takes a step back, away from me. I turn with the plated food to watch him reach up and grab a stack of plates and syrup from the cabinets. We both walk over to the table and place our items down. My heart is fluttering anxiously as my body aches for release.
“Coffee?” he asks me as if he doesn’t know how needy I feel.
I shake my head as I grab utensils from the drawer. When I turn around, Grant is already seated at the head of the table, his chair pushed out abnormally far from it. He watches me as I walk over and place the forks and knives on the table.
“On your knees, dollface,” he orders as I reach for a chair.
My stomach sinks. Oh, we’re back to this are we? The disappointment must be on my face because Grant smirks.
“Behave and I’ll give you what you want.”
As I sink to my knees, disappointment cools the heat in my veins. Grant points to under the table in front of him.
“You can hang out here.”
I drop my gaze away from his as I crawl on my hands and knees to my designated spot. I sit up on my knees as he scoots forward. Facing his crotch, I watch as one hand slips into the slat in the front of his boxers and he pulls out his erection.
“Wrap your pretty lips around me, dollface. Don’t suck. If you can do this, I’ll allow you to sit up here and eat your breakfast,” Grant says.
Without a word, I place my hands on his thighs and lean forward. How could I have ever, even for the briefest time, thought that something had changed between us? Exhaustion and their gentleness with me last night must have clouded my mind for a moment. Or maybe Pianna was right. Sex leads to feelings for me and those feelings must’ve warped this whole arrangement.
My lips wrap around Grant’s dick. Instinctually, my tongue teases the tip, causing Grant to grunt and jerk forward a little. Slowly, I lower my head, taking his cock into my mouth. Above me, Grant sighs heavily. The sound, full of something akin to distress, kindles the warmth back into my veins. Not enough to bring me back to a shaking bundle of nerves, but enough to make me smile a little.
I can hear the scraping of utensils above me as Grant begins to eat. As I lean heavily on his thighs, his dick in my mouth, I allow saliva to drip past my lips and slide down his shaft. When it gets to be too much, I swallow, sucking Grant gently as I do. He grunts, his whole body stilling for a moment before he starts eating again. I press my tongue flat against his shaft, hoping that will slow the saliva from gathering again. It doesn’t. I swallow again, harder this time, trying to keep my mouth dry. This time, his hips jerk, and he lets out a breathy moan.
Movement somewhere in the apartment causes me to stiffen.
“Hey, what’s that smell?” Jason’s voice drifts over to us as the padding of bare feet on tile grows near.
“French toast,” Grant says easily. “It just got done, so it’s still warm.”
“You cooked? That’s… weird.”
Grant chuckles, his cock twitching in my mouth as he does. “No, I didn’t. Our doll did.”
“Oh, she’s still here? I could’ve sworn…” his voice trails off for a moment before he clears his throat and asks, “Where is she?”
“Keeping my dick warm.”
The ease with which Grant can speak with his dick deep in my mouth simply won’t do. I pull my head up just a little so I can tease the slit where precum is gathering, and then I take him swiftly to the back of my throat. My tonsils squeeze around him, and I give a hard suck. He grunts loudly while his hips jerk forward. There’s a loud thump on the tabletop.
“I said hold it there, not suck it, dollface,” he snaps.
I hum around him, knowing what it will do. There’s a sharp intake of breath above me, and Jason laughs.
“This should be interesting,” Jason declares, still chuckling. “Thanks for breakfast, dollie.”
I listen to Jason move around the kitchen. When he pulls his chair out, out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of his face as he bends down to check out the situation below the table. Jason chuckles and sits down.
“She looks good down there.”
“Sure does,” Grant agrees, his voice a little strained this time. Pleased I’ve managed to get under his skin, I suck again. There’s more precum now, gathering quickly. “We need to leave in an hour. Think you can be ready by then?”
They’re leaving? Are they planning to leave me here? If so, maybe I could go home and—Wait, shit, I forgot. My apartment’s been vandalized. I can’t go back there. Not yet at least. My heart drops further. This day is already turning out to be shit. Well, maybe after the guys leave, I can make some calls to see if I can get a cleaning crew out there in the next week. Then afterward, I’ll stay at my place until I can find another apartment.
“Yeah, I just need to take a shower. Trip’s waking up now. The diva is probably going to steal the shower first.”
“There’s a second one,” Grant reminds him with a pant as I suck his dick, stroking it with my tongue as I do. Fuck it, if I don’t eat at the table, fine. It’s not like that would make them treat me any more like a person.
“And you, dollface? Hum if you need more time.”
Grant’s question surprises me. What’s this? They want me to come with them? Why? Where? And at what cost?
“I’ll take that as a no,” Jason says after a moment.
“Good.” Grant sighs and adds, “I’m done, dollface. You can come up here.”
I give him one more hard suck, dragging a gasp from my tormentor, before I let go of his dick. He shoves away from the table and looks down at me. There’s some pink in his cheeks and his chest is heaving. Between his legs, his dick is red and throbbing.
“Come here,” he orders, his voice deepening as our eyes meet.
I take my time rising up off the hard floor. When I’m standing right in front of him, he looks up at me with heat burning in the depths of his eyes. Without warning, he moves. Grant rises from his seat, his hands latching on to my hips, and he lifts me up. As I yelp in surprise, he sits me down on the edge of the table and steps between my legs.
“You are terribly bratty,” he murmurs. He reaches up and takes my chin in his hand to tilt my head further up. “But you behaved well enough to keep me wanting. So I’ll overlook your bratty behavior.”
Grant surprises me by leaning down and claiming my lips with his own. I tremble at the hunger behind the kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth and I greet it tentatively. He tastes sweet. The maple syrup that’s lingered behind after his meal makes the kiss delicious, and I sink into it. Grant’s hands fall on my knees then pull them apart. When he breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily.
Without a word, he sinks to one knee between my legs. His fingers reach forward to yank on the waistband of my panties. Excitement returns, and my heart leaps up from where it’s dropped, thrilled at Grant’s attention. I help him by lifting my hips up so he can pull them down and off. He tosses them away as his eyes drop from my face to my pussy.
“Christ, dollface, your body is dripping. Is this all for me? If I knew how desperately you wanted to feed me, I might’ve skipped the first round of breakfast,” Grant says, his voice oddly strained.
Under his gaze, I’m a shaking mess. I want him to touch me so badly that I’m close to begging. I have to bite my bottom lip to keep the words behind my lips.
“Feed her, Jay, while I reward her,” Grant orders as he leans forward.
His tongue slowly slides through me, causing me to gasp. My legs try to snap together at the incredible sensation. Instead of letting them close, Grant heaves both legs over his shoulders before really diving into me. I cry out in surprise at the fervor in his mission. Before I can think too much of it, a fork hovers in front of my face. My eyes slide from it to Jason, who’s standing beside me, watching intensely. His lips are slightly parted and he’s breathing heavily.
“Eat, dollie,” he orders softly.
Keeping my eyes locked on him, I open my mouth and allow him to feed me. Holy hell… Grant’s tongue caresses every part of me, making sure to lap up every drop of arousal. It’s hard to focus on chewing the bites of food Jason feeds me as Grant tongue fucks me.
I lean back, propping my body up with one hand braced behind me, while my other hand grabs a handful of Grant’s hair. My breathing becomes shallow. Swallowing becomes impossible. My thighs lock around Grant’s head, and when his tongue dives deep into my core, I cum with a scream. My legs tremble hard around his face. As I wail with pleasure, I close my eyes and throw my head back, savoring the moment as best I can.
Lips crash down on me as I gasp for air. Immediately, I know they belong to Jason. I’d know these lips anywhere. I moan into his mouth as Grant continues to eat me out, prolonging my orgasm.
When we all break away from one another, I feel as light as a feather and as happy as a clam. Jason and I stare at each other for a moment before I look down at Grant. Our eyes lock. With a deliberate slowness, he turns his head and leaves a kiss on my inner left and then right, thigh. When he’s through, he rises. Grant leans over me, his expression demanding. I meet him halfway, knowing what he wants. In a rare moment of tenderness, Grant kisses me, slow and soft. My heart shudders and my earlier resentment towards him eases.
“I think I can safely say this is quite sustainable,” he muses out loud as he straightens and holds my stare.
Oh shit, he heard that? My cheeks burn with mortification. “Grant, I—”
“Remember, we leave in an hour,” he interrupts before leaving both Jason and I behind.
Jason makes a choking sound, drawing my attention back to him. I find him staring after his friend, a frown clinging to his lips.
“What is it?” I ask before I can stop myself. I shouldn’t care, but for whatever reason, his expression concerns me.
Jason turns back to look at me, a smile flipping his frown the other way. “Nothing. It’s just, I’ve never seen Grant so rattled.”
Rattled? Grant was rattled? Could’ve fooled me.
“Come on, let’s finish getting you fed. Then we’ll need to go.”
Twenty-Eight
“Can I be honest with you three?” I ask as we drive to an undisclosed location.
While I’ve not been told where we’re headed, judging by the way they’ve all decided to wear nice button ups, suits, and are doused in fancy cologne, I can tell it’s somewhere important.
“I’d be pissed if I ever found out you were lying,” Trip replies from beside me as he stares out his window.
I look over to him and consider his statement carefully before replying. “I’ll admit to omitting things.”
I flash him a defiant grin when he turns to glare at me.
“Cut it out.”
I certainly will not. But I don’t say that out loud. Instead, I tell them, “Ever since you guys started blackmailing me, my life has gotten a lot more interesting. I never know what’s about to happen next. And honestly, I don’t always hate it. But, right now, not knowing where we’re going is killing me. So, does anyone want to share before I start having a panic attack?”
Jason and Trip chuckle darkly. Clearly, they enjoy my discomfort. Grant, however, remains silent. I don’t miss the way his grip tightens on the steering wheel.
“Does it matter where we’re going?” Jason asks, turning around in the passenger seat to stare at me.
“Kind of.”
“Why?” The way he tilts his head to the side with the quizzical look on his face reminds me of a puppy who’s just heard a new and interesting sound.
“Because I need to know if it’s somewhere super populated. I don’t want to run into a coworker or anything.”
Jason rolls his eyes and turns around while Trip snorts.
“Why does that matter?” Grant asks.
As if he doesn’t already know. I realize they enjoy these mind games, but for me, it’s getting to be a drag. “I really don’t want to get fired.”
“You’ll get fired for just hanging out with us?” Trip asks curiously.
“No.” I run my hands over my dress. Thank goodness whoever ramshackled my place didn’t destroy as much clothing as they could’ve. “But I don’t want people to ask questions or assume anything.”
“You won’t run into anyone you know this morning,” Grant states.
