Never Got Over You

“Kate?” It was Grant. “Kate, are you still in there? Your mom sent me to talk to you for a second.”

I sighed.

James pressed a finger against his lips and stepped into the closet.

“Kate?” He called again.

“Yeah, I’m in here.”

The door opened and Grant shut himself inside the room.

“Well,” he said, letting out a breath. “That was probably the worst performance I’ve ever seen from you. Like, I’m pretty sure that I can play the violin better than that.”

“I play the cello.”

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s really not.” I was irritated. “What did she send you in here to say?”

“The usual.” He stepped close, a little too close. “Tell you that I’m your friend and I’ll always be here for you, even when you do stupid shit like that. So, as your friend, you should know that I’m willing to help you fix this.”

He trailed his finger against my exposed collarbone, and I flinched at his touch.

“Did you hear that?” He jerked his hand away and looked behind me. “That grunting sound?”

“No.” I swallowed. I definitely heard James let out a pissed groan from the closet.

“Well, anyway.” He tugged at one of the feathers on my dress. “We both know that your parents will hold a grudge against you for this for God knows how long, so I’m willing to help you out.”

“I don’t want any of your help, Grant.”

“I’ll tell your mom that me and you have been dating and that you played terribly to spite me, not her. Then you’ll give me what I asked you for in my car several weeks ago—at least five times.” He paused. “Okay, I know you heard that. Where the hell is that growling coming from?”

“I don’t hear anything…”

“Maybe it’s me, then.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I’ll let you think on my offer for a little while longer. I’ll be right outside that door, so feel free to come get me when it’s a yes.”

“It’s going to be a hell no.”

“We’ll see.” He winked at me before stepping out and slamming the door.

“What offer is he talking about?” James stepped out the closet, pulling me into his arms.

“It’s nothing.” I shrugged. “It’s just Grant being Grant.”

“Well, I don’t know Grant at all, so tell me.”

“It’s…He wants me to give him a blowjob.”

“What?”

“He wants me to do that in exchange for all of his car rides.”

“I see…” He clenched his jaw. “When exactly did he first ask you for that?”

“The night I saw you at the fair, but I haven’t gotten in his car since.”

“Do you plan on ever getting in it again?”

“No.”

“Good.” He clasped my hand and walked me over to the door. “In that case, I think we should let him hear your final answer loud and clear.”

“What do you mean?”

He pressed his lips against mine in response, kissing me long and hard as he pinned me against the door with his hips.

“Keep your eyes open,” he whispered, staring at me. “I want to see what you look like when you come.” He briefly tore away from my mouth and slid his hand under my dress.

Finding his way to the band of my panties, he yanked them off and stuffed them into his back pocket. Then he slipped two fingers deep inside of me—using his thumb to strum my swelling clit.

“Unbuckle my pants,” he commanded softly.

I obliged, unfastening the button as quickly as I could.

Wanting to gain some control, I started to push the band of his briefs down—stopping when I felt saw the size of his cock. My eyes went wide.

Oh. My. God…

“Take it out,” he said, a smile in his voice.

I pushed his briefs down a bit further and slowly pulled all of him out.

“Good girl,” he said, tilting my chin up and kissing me. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was still stunned by the size of his cock, and all I could do was mindlessly kiss him.

Unsatisfied with my silence, he bit down on my bottom lip—hard, and held it between his teeth for several seconds as he put on a condom. When he finally released it, he lifted my leg around his waist and slid his cock inside of me all the way, not giving me a chance to adjust to his long, thick length.

I cried out in pleasure and couldn’t help to shut my eyes as he moved in and out of me, as he mercilessly pounded into me and kept my ass pressed against the door.

“Ahhhhh…” He squeezed my ass again as he fucked me harder, and I couldn’t help but moan even louder.

“Kate?” Grant knocked on the door. “Are you alright in there?”

James stared into my eyes, and I didn’t dare answer Grant.

I was focused on James and only James.

“Oh goddd…” I felt waves of pleasure building inside of me, felt like I was seconds away from losing all control. “Godddd…”