The Siren (The Chloe Chronicals Book 2)

by Eden Rose

  "Hi, Brit. What are you up to?" I tried to be polite as I drank from my cup. It bothered Grant that Brittany and I didn't get along. Get over it because I wanted to punch her in her teeth. I want to make a remark as to how his finger were in my pussy seven days ago. But I don't.

  About an hour into the party, people were getting drunk and falling all over the bar. I thought it's funny to see these big guys make fools out of themselves trying to bring home girls from these parties. Ethan is over in the corner slamming a beer and when he seen me climb on the bar to dance with my sorority sisters, Elizabeth, Haley and Christine, he came up to where I am standing and started to grope my legs.

  "You look so hot up there," he screamed as his hands ran over my thighs.

  I shook his hands off of me. "And you are drunk!" I screamed back down to him. My friends and I kept dancing along to the music and I ignored Ethan who is trying to pick me up to take me off the bar.

  "Come on, let's go to my room!" Ethan slipped his fingers past my thighs and fingered the hem of my underwear. He lived in the house and there is only a handful of times that I stayed here with him. I hated sleeping over here because the guys were rowdy and would make fun of me as I left the next day. They would scream out the window, "Walk of shame!"

  I used to have a rule that I would enforce. After sex it is time to leave. In the beginning, I would only hook up with Ethan at his place so that I could leave right away. Cuddling led to feelings and feelings weren't what I needed.

  "No, I want to dance!" I said and shook his hands off of my thighs. The girls and I got into a really close line and danced on each other to "I Will Keep You My Dirty Little Secret."

  Ethan grabbed behind my knees and carried me off the bar. When he set me down I faced away from him with my back to him, he grabbed my hips and placed his pelvic bone against my ass. "I want to take this party upstairs." He started to grab more. Grabbing my hips and touching my thighs. This is normal for him when he got drunk and this is why I didn't want to be in a serious relationship with him. He always showed off that we were some type of couple in public.

  He is starting to piss me off, so I jolt out of his hold. As I leave, I bump into someone and I feel cold liquid flood over me. Did someone just spill a drink on me? I spin and look at Ethan who has a smirk. "Did you spill your beer on me?"

  "Yeah, uh..."

  I smell the jack and coke as it soaks into my clothes. "You are drunk! I think you should sleep by yourself tonight," I pushed his hands off of me and walked to the stairs to leave.

  "Hey! I want to go back to your place!" Christine yelled as she followed me up the stairs. We held hands as we stumbled up and walked out the door.

  "Why are you leaving? I swear you always leave," Ethan hissed from the door. While I walked down the sidewalk away from the house, he ran up to me and grabbed my hips. I walked out of his grab and shoved him away.

  "Ethan, stop! You know I hate it when you get drunk!" I flicked him off and walked down the sidewalk to the road. "Fuck, he gets so drunk!"

  Christine laughed and walked into me. "You know he said that he's going to tell you that he loved you tonight."

  I felt that itch when I heard love. Love? That is disgusting. I don't even know why he would say that since all we do is sleep together. Ethan hadn't even taken me out on a real date or anything... Is this even considered a relationship? "That's gross! Why would he ssaaaay that? We are going to different parts of the country to go to school. He is insane. I really don't know why I put up with this shit."

  Christine nudged me and laughed. "Because he's good in bed?"

  I shrugged and then rubbed my nails on my shoulder. That is my attempt at seeming cool. "Thanks for clearing that mess up."

  My friend chuckled and then wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I knew she is about to turn our conversation serious. "Chlo, do you ever see yourself in a relationship?"

  This is the question I avoided with everyone. What would be the point in being with someone when my career is just starting out? But, there is Grant. Something about him that makes me smile and he turns me on to the point where I have to squeeze my thighs together in order to be in the same room as him. On top of all of that, Grant is the only person who I can let the walls down with. I wouldn't doubt it if he knew me better than myself and the fact that he's still around shows that maybe I'm not that messed up.

  So, I do what I do best, deny. "Nope. I'm perfectly happy with my life!" We looped arms and continued our drunk walk back to my place.

  We kept walking down the street and I heard Grant yelling after us. The both of us were swerving along our way. This is what we call the Bob and Weave and we are still careful of cops. Luckily, we are over the legal drinking age so we don't have to worry about a MIP.

  "Wait up!" We stopped in the middle of the road and I shivered from the lack of clothes that I am wearing. When he caught up, he stood in the middle of us and wrapped his arms around our shoulders and then continued our walk home.

  "Are you drunk?" Christine asked as she giggled and wrapped her left arm around his waist. "Where is the bitch at?"

  "Yeah, why isn't Brittany with you?" I hope I sound nonchalant because I really fucking didn't want him to know that I'm jealous of her. Well, especially since I felt his finger against my clit.

  "That could be because she and Ethan are making out. Brittany and I broke up a little while ago and tonight is the night that I ended it for good. She is such a slut."

  "Good!" I beamed and walked into his hold and wrapped my arm over Christine's on his waist. "My clothes smell like jack and Coke. Gross. It's sticky..." I whine as I pull at my top and cringe as it sticks to my skin.

  We all walked into the building and into our apartment while laughing at how drunk we are. The three of us kept running into each other and I almost fell twice. Each time, Grant helped me up.

  In my drunken state, it seems as if my plan had worked.

  "I am going to get changed and then let's keep this going!" I hollered as I walked into my room. My phone is buzzing to tell me that I had a text message.

  I pulled out my phone and there were pictures of Ethan and Brittany going at it on his bed. Since I knew this is going to happen eventually, I just told the Elizabeth to tell Ethan that he can suck himself off tonight.

  After I stripped out of the cheer leading uniform, I put on some sleep shorts and a tank top. I also grabbed some clothes for Christine to wear. Christine staying at my place is common because she doesn't like how loud the house is on weekends. I don't blame her and that's part of the many reasons why I opted to not live there.

  Grant being the main one.

  I walked into the living room, and Grant is mixing drinks at the counter and is deep in conversation with Christine. They were talking so loud and fast that I think they were talking about Ethan and Brittany. Well, it's possible.

  "Did you get a text?" I asked as I picked up my cup. After taking a long gulp, I looked at my friends and I knew they were having a serious conversation. That strange feeling that you get when you walk into a room and everyone stops talking because they were talking about you, over came me. "Did I interrupt something?"

  Both are silent and it's unnerving. Christine winked at me and took her glass to walk over to the stereo. Oh, yeah, that's discreet.

  "Seriously, what were you talking about?"

  "Nothing, Chloe. Come on, let's play 'Hey Fuck!"' Christine said as she put on an Usher CD.

  They always do this to me... it's so frustrating. "I hate when you guys do that," I pouted and sat down on the couch. Grant sat next to me and rubbed my leg.

  "We were talking about how much I am going to miss you," he whispered in my ear. My body fought against the shivers.

  I smiled huge and participated in the game.

  About two hours later, Christine passed out on the couch with her drink empty and a smile on her face. I love how she is such a bad drunk. Almost instantly, she falls asleep after a certain amount of shots.


  Grant and I were playing a card game and laughed at how much I suck at it.

  "Let's play strip blackjack!" I suggested as I took the cards and shuffled them. The whole stripping part sounded amazing if he's the one to lose. I have been wanting to touch him and feel him on me. Even though it is just one finger, it felt better than any dick I have felt.

  "Deal. I get to deal though!"

  I lost the first two rounds and I'm now sitting in the living room in a bra and a thong but at least they are a good set. Nothing like wearing some ugly undies under these circumstances. My bra and thong match and are black lace. If you look close enough, both pieces are see through.

  "This isn't fair! I lose two rounds and now I'm naked! You need to take some clothes off." His body is hot hot hot! Of course, I did catch glimpses of it when he walked around but there is one part of his body that I just wanted to run my tongue down.

  Grant stood up and danced like he were a stripper in front of me. I hollered and he took his shirt off. His chest has ridges and valleys of muscle and my mouth watered. There is no hair on his chest and I know he waxes during swimming season. I wonder if he has everything waxed.

  Yeah, so what? I did a pecker check.

  "Get that sexy ass over here!" He screamed at me. I stood up and started to dance on him with my ass grinding into his pelvic region. With a slight switch of my hips, he let out a low moan in his chest and I am more empowered by this. I grabbed his hand and laid it on my stomach and traced my fingers down it. "Chloe..." I ignored his unease and kept on trying to tease him. Maybe tonight will be the night where we see where this can go. I brought my other arm around and looped it around his neck so my elbow is sticking out. He grabbed onto my sides and pushed me closer to him. I laughed as I felt his boner hit my thigh. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry."

  I danced further into him and grabbed his hands to hold me tighter. "Don't be sorry. I'm flattered. I thought you didn't know I am a girl all of this time we lived together." The amount of alcohol that I drank tonight is more than a dose of truth serum. I am dangerously close to admitting that I wanted to jump him. Instead of backing out of this, I continued my flirting by sticking one of my hands out to backwards hold his neck. This put his mouth down to my ear and I loved how his breath gave me goose bumps.

  He laughed nervously and dropped his hands. I stood up and turned to face him. He smiled and then grabbed my shoulders. "Chloe, you have no idea how hard it is to live with you and try to not climb in your bed."

  I let out my breath and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. "Why did you stop?" I am yelling at myself to keep everything quiet. I'm drunk after all... but is that really an excuse? My sorority sister always said "Drunk words are sober thoughts."

  "Because I didn't think you were interested," he looked in my eyes and the corner of his mouth twitched in a sexy way that screamed lick me!

  Truth time. Wish me luck.

  I pulled him closer down to my level. "I have been interested for a while." I looked down and tried to form some words that could rebuff a rejection. Nope, my mouth opened and said: "Especially when you touched me last week."

  Grant smiled big and it lit up his eyes. "I jacked off as I smelled you on my hand."

  He reached down and pulled my chin up to kiss me. Once his lips were on me, I grabbed him tighter and he held onto me like he wouldn't let go. I have built this kiss up in my mind for a long time. There is no amount of wishing that could beat this kiss. He is playful and sensual with it. Grant isn't trying to attack my mouth but he did kiss me with a purpose. The purpose is to drive me absolutely insane. I wanted him in anyway that I could have him. All of him. Every glorious inch plunging in and out of me.

  "Are you sure?" He asked as I dipped my tongue in his mouth.

  "Only if you are," I broke our kiss to bat my eyes at him.

  "Yes. Yes, I'm sure."

  His mouth claimed mine again and he picked me up by my thighs to carry me into a bedroom. It is frantic during the walk. I had my hands gripped into his neck and I attacked his mouth like my life depended on it. I am so turned on that as I felt his boner graze my thigh I let out a moan of encouragement.

  "Which room?" He asked me against my mouth and I shrugged. "Okay, we will do mine!"

  As Grant carried me into his room, I am dragging my nails down his back. My hands slipped out when my back hit the bed. Grant climbed on me and lifted my bra off of my chest and gently touched my nipples. Gently at first and then he started to tease and lightly pinch causing me to moan as our mouths met again and the kiss changed to desperation to get closer and to feel each other. He got more into it when I arched my back and he rolled his hips against mine.

  "Mm, Grant!" He slipped his hands down my sides and grabbed my knees so I am straddling him from underneath. I felt his boner pulse against my sex and I moaned. "I have waited too long!" The tip of his dick is bobbing right at my clit and I couldn't help but thrust my hips into him.

  "Chloe, are you sure? I don't know if I will be able to stop if we go much farther." He looked at me in my eyes and gripped my legs tighter. I met his gaze and I seen hunger and need in his eyes that burned me. There is fire and lust that is being transferred between us and I wanted him. Bad.

  "Yes. I want you," that is all it took.

  I swear, if asked me one more time if I'm sure, I'm handcuffing him to my bed and I won't let him free until I'm satisfied.

  He dragged his mouth down my lips, past my neck, down my stomach and towards the tip of my thong. I squirmed under him and giggled as his goatee tickled my stomach. Grant unsheathes his teeth to pull down my thong and once they got past my sex, he used his hands to pull them down.

  When his hands came back up from pulling my thong down, he licked and kissed up my thighs. I shivered under his touch and thought to myself, finally! He stuck one of his fingers into me and my body convulsed around him. I couldn't help but jerk my body away from him even though that is not what I am wanting to do. His finger slowly worked a hooking rhythm in me and just as he hit my spot I started to scream.

  "You are so tight. I need to get you ready for me," he whispered against my stomach and then he slid back down. My stomach had goose bumps from his breath and my whole body shivered.

  Grant's tongue licked the outside of my thighs and slipped his tongue through the lips of my sex. My moaning got louder and he's driving me crazy.

  "I have been dying to taste you," he whispered as he slipped his tongue all the way in and licked my clit. I gripped his hair in my hands and my hips took on their own rhythm. "Chloe, stop. I have been waiting too long. Let me do this at my own speed." I looked down at him and he had a smile on his face in between my legs. My knees rested on his shoulders and he dove back in.

  "Grant, that feels so good!" He slipped his finger into me and plunged it in and out to match his tongue. It has been a long time since anyone went down on me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I lost it. He drove me insane as he licked my clit with the flat part of his tongue and then changed it up with a tip lick every few strokes. Grant would change it up every so often by licking in my hole and then fingering my clit. Every time he stopped touching me for just a second, I felt like I am going to fall apart. My body started to shake against his touch and I am fighting my climax. His mouth felt so good on me that I didn't want him to stop. Shit!

  "Chloe, don't hold it back. Come on, baby, let me hear you."

  Baby.

  I screamed as his tongue flicked my clit and a second finger plunged into me. When he called me baby, that is it. My moaning is loud and my nerves were on fire. "I am ... I'm..."

  That's all that came out as my body shuddered and shivered in his mouth. He let me ride the orgasm out before crawling up me again. The only way to describe the release would be waves. Waves of pleasure hit me hard and I couldn't control my movements as my head thrashed on the bed. When my body stilled, he gave me a final lick and then crawled up me all the way.

  "Your turn," I whispered as I sat up and push
ed him off of me to the bed. "I have been wondering for a long time how your dick would feel in my mouth." He laid down and I pulled his pants down. Once he's fully naked, I ran my hands up his legs and gripped his inner thighs that met his balls.

  I stared at his dick and admired how big he was. Probably the biggest I have ever seen. Perfect size, thick enough to make me squeeze myself around him but not too big where it's a waste. His dick shifted as I slipped my hand around his shaft. My hand holds his heated shaft and within a few strokes, he groaned and hissed his protest of my stopping. Grant's dick looked way too good, and I am dying to put it in my mouth. He groaned as I slipped my lips all the way down his shaft. I put my hand at the bottom of his shaft and pumped my mouth up and down. Every once in awhile, I would lick the tip. He watched me as I sucked on his tip and twirled my tongue around it. The inside of my cheeks were hollow while I sucked him all the way in.