by Lane Hart
Prom. Also known as the night Adalyn was most likely conceived.
“Go soothe our daughter, and then hear me out. I want back in your life and hers, and he’s the reason I was in prison when I should have been here,” Grant says, pointing at Hunter whose jaw is clenched tight in anger.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Grant
THE PAST
I shouldn’t be here.
That’s the story of my life, right?
I couldn’t ask Sam to miss her one and only prom because I’m a jealous asshole. Nor could I tell her not to go with her so-called BFF because he’s obviously trying to get in her panties. So, we texted each other all day, and I assured her that she should go and have fun.
Then, about an hour ago, as the sun began to set, Sam sent me a photo of her looking gorgeous in her long red dress. That’s when I remembered what I did at my prom. Not that I remember much of it, but there was definitely drinking and fucking. Actually, that’s all I do remember. So, concerned for Sam’s well-being, I put on the tuxedo I wore to Ben’s wedding and got in my car, driving myself to a high school prom.
Not that I’m crashing it or anything.
I was invited, as were all school faculty and support personnel.
If that wasn’t a dick slap in the face reminding me exactly why I shouldn’t be standing here against the wall, watching the seniors slow dancing in the dark ballroom, then I don’t know what is.
Yet, here I am, barely capable of restraining myself from marching over and extracting Sam from that asshole’s arms. She’s nothing short of stunningly gorgeous with her golden-brown hair spiraling down the open back of her long gown, even if she is dancing with a slight limp thanks to her still healing ankle.
How could she not notice Hunter’s pathetic attempts at trying to make her see him as more than a friend? His arms are unnecessarily tight around her waist as he whispers something in her ear. Can he not see the fallen expression on her face? She’s not happy, and she never will be with him.
Since I can’t exactly cause a scene without drawing attention to the fact that I’m in love with a high school girl, I hold my position against the wall for two more songs, waiting, watching, and not caring if I’m acting like some psychotic stalker. Sam is mine and only mine to love and protect from young, naïve jerks who can’t buy a clue.
And then the asshole makes a monumental mistake.
He leans forward and kisses Sam, or at least he tries to before she’s smacking both of her palms against his chest to push him away. She shakes her head while saying something to him; and then she hurries away as fast as her limp will let her, leaving the idiot stunned and confused on the dance floor.
Seizing the opportunity to finally get her alone, I follow her down a long narrow hallway, assuming she’s heading to a women’s bathroom where she knows her BFF can’t follow. Instead, she veers off toward the glass doors that lead to a back patio. Thankfully, it’s dark, and the chairs and benches are sparsely lit, but I keep my head down anyway, hoping that none of the couples sitting around making out will notice or recognize me.
As I turn the corner of the brick building, I find Sam standing with her head thrown back against it.
“Can we please just pretend that didn’t happen and go back to being best friends?” she asks the stars in the sky without glancing over at me, apparently thinking that I’m Hunter.
“I could never pretend to be anything but in love with you,” I tell her honestly.
With a gasp of surprise, Sam pushes off the wall and turns toward me.
“Grant? What are you doing here?” she asks, her green eyes wide in surprise and probably concern.
“I didn’t want you to end up drunk on prom night,” I explain. “Or have you sleep with the wrong person.”
Snorting, she leans her bare shoulder against the bricks and crosses her arms over her chest that looks divine pushed up in the tight, jeweled cups of her dress. “Right, because I’ve slept with so many guys.”
“Well, you may not have any plans of sleeping with them, but I’m pretty sure several admirers feel differently.”
“You saw Hunter...?” she asks with a wince.
“I did,” I answer, closing the distance between us until I’m close enough to kiss her. “And I saw you push him away.”
Hanging her head, she shakes her long curls when she says, “I had no idea he was gonna do that.”
“I’ve told you, Sam. You’re a beautiful girl, even more so tonight in that sexy dress. It’s no surprise boys want you.”
“So, you’re here to protect my virtue from boys?” she looks up at me and asks with a grin.
“Yes,” I answer, reaching out to run my knuckle over the swell of her right breast and dipping it down into her cleavage. “But there’s no one here to protect your virtue from me.”
“Good,” Sam replies on a shaky breath.
Needing to remove any memories of that asshole’s lips on hers, I lean forward and grab Sam’s face with both hands, kissing her hard and desperately, not the least bit hesitant because I know she wants me.
Sam presses herself even closer to me and winds her arms around my neck to kiss me back with an enthusiasm that rivals my own.
Whether it’s my jealousy or desperation for her now that I know how good it feels to be inside her, I need her and can’t wait any longer. It’s been too long since we were together two weeks ago. I know it’s not smart, but nothing matters except being with her right now.
Hoisting Sam up by the back of her thighs so that she can wrap her legs around my waist, I carry her further into the darkness until I find a secluded bench behind a tall row of shrubbery.
Laying her down along the seat, I climb on top of her, wedging myself between her raised thighs while kissing her and frantically undoing my pants to free my swollen cock.
“I need you,” I tell Sam against her lips; and after she nods her agreement, I start pushing the bottom of her dress up so that I can tug her panties down her legs and off. When I slip a finger inside of her to see if she’s ready for me, I remember how damn tight she is and know I need to warm her up a little more before I take her.
“What are you doing?” Sam asks when I start sliding down her body. In response, I show her with my tongue against her clit.
“Oh my God, Grant,” she moans. “What…what if someone sees us?” she asks.
I slip my hands under her ass to lift her pussy to my mouth and lick her from one end to the other before fucking her with my tongue.
“Do you want me to stop?” I pause only long enough to ask.
“No! Please don’t stop,” she replies just as I expected, so I lower my mouth to suck on her clit while penetrating her with two fingers to stretch her for me.
“Yes! Yes! Ahhh!” she cries out with her release, too loud, so I move up her body to slap my palm over her mouth while my other hand feeds my cock into her still clenching pussy.
“Fuck, Sam. You feel so good,” I tell her as I start slamming my hips into her while my palm keeps her moans muffled. She’s tight and wet and oh so right that it doesn’t take long before I’m coming so hard I nearly black out.
“You okay?” I ask, removing my hand from her mouth.
“Yes. I’ve missed you,” she says between gasps.
“I’ve missed you too,” I tell her. “Come home with me tonight.”
“Okay,” she says. “But I have to be home by two.”
“Deal,” I tell her.
Once we both have a little more time to recover, I climb off of her and zip up before helping her to her feet.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Um, I should probably tell Hunter–” she starts.
“Tell Hunter what? That you’re not gonna fuck him tonight because you’re gonna be fucking me?” I ask sarcastically. “Forget him, Sam. Let’s just go before someone sees us. My car is parked right over there,” I tell her, pointing to the lot in front of the building.
“Fine,” sh
e says. “But I at least need to send him a text to let him know I’m leaving.” I start to argue with her, but Sam looks around us and says, “Shit. My phone’s in my purse that I left in his car.”
“Then you can get it tomorrow,” I tell her.
“Can I use your phone just to tell him I left?” she asks.
Groaning, I finally agree, pulling my phone from my pocket and handing it to her just so we can leave. Sam types out a quick message and hands it back so I, of course, read what she sent.
“I’m sorry, but I need some time to think. See you tomorrow.”
“Don’t lead the poor boy on, Sam. He’s only going to end up getting hurt even worse,” I tell her.
“Just let me handle it,” she says. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she answers softly, so I grab her hand and lead the way to my car.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sam
I feel guilty about leaving Hunter at prom, but I still don’t want to see or talk to him after he kissed me and told me he was in love with me.
Where the hell did that come from?
He’s supposed to be my best friend that I can count on to always be there, and now he’s gone and screwed it all up.
It’s not like I could tell him about Grant, not for at least a few more weeks until we graduate.
Maybe by then Hunter will laugh and tell me he was joking and things can go back to normal.
He’ll always be my friend, but I’ll never love him the way I love Grant. I was certain of that before and after he kissed me. Unlike with Grant, there were no butterflies in my stomach with Hunter or the urge to beg him for more.
On the ride back to Grant’s house, I decide that tonight I’m finally ready to let him try what I know he wants to do to me. Really, it’s what I want him to do after all these weeks of thinking about it.
“Will you tie me up tonight?” I ask Grant, breaking the silence in the dark car. I laugh when the car swerves between the lines on the thankfully empty road.
“You sure?” He quickly glances over and asks before his eyes return forward.
“I’m sure I want to try it,” I tell him.
“Thank you, for wanting to try,” he says. “I think you’ll like it too; but if not, just say so. We’ll start with just your hands, okay?”
“I trust you,” I tell Grant.
“I know, and I won’t take advantage of that trust,” he replies, reaching over to grab my hand before he suddenly curses.
“What?” I ask.
“I didn’t use a condom,” he says. “How did I not even think about something that important until now? I promise it won’t happen again, baby. I’m certain that I’m clean and I know you are too, but tomorrow we’ll need to get you one of the morning-after pills to be safe, okay?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it will be fine,” I tell him absently as we pull up in his driveway. The butterflies in my stomach suddenly feel like they’re doing backflips anticipating what’s to come.
We climb out of his car and walk up to the front sidewalk together where Grant quickly unlocks the door to let us in.
“You’re gorgeous in this dress, by the way,” he says as he shuts the door and then advances on me. “But I’m really looking forward to taking it off of you. Turn around.”
I do as he asks and hold my hair off my back so he can get to the zipper. Once it’s down, Grant slowly slips each spaghetti strap off my shoulder and helps lower the satin gown to the floor. Thanks to the bustier type shape, I didn’t have to wear a bra with it, and my panties are long gone from earlier, so I’m left standing in the middle of the floor naked with just my red strappy heels on.
“Stunning,” Grant says, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder and causing a blush to spread hot over my cheeks and down my chest. “Now go lay down in the center of my bed. Keep the shoes on. I’m gonna walk behind you so I can watch your perfect ass.”
His naughty words make me feel a little self-conscious about my naked body but also sexy, which is a rather new experience. Grant doesn’t see me or treat me as the tomboy I’ve always been. He’s only ever seen me as a woman he wants.
“Walk faster,” he says when I’m halfway down the hallway before he slaps my ass cheek with his palm, startling me. It didn’t hurt; it was just…unexpected. And I like having his hands on me, in any shape or form.
In his bedroom, I start climbing up on his mattress while Grant turns on a bedside lamp. Opening the top drawer, he pulls out a few condoms and tosses them on the bed. Then he brings out a long, narrow piece of black satin material, and I realize that’s what he plans to tie me up with. Liquid warmth floods me between my legs in anticipation. I start to lie down on my back, but Grant stops me.
“I think I want you from behind first,” he says. “Get on your knees with your hands on the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, waiting and watching as Grant starts to take off his tux and dress shirt and then finally his undershirt and boxers so that he’s standing next to the bed naked. After he crawls on the bed, he sits back on his knees next to me and threads the satin through the slats in the headboard.
“Hands?” he asks, so I hold them out to him. He winds the soft fabric tightly around and in between my wrists in sort of a figure eight pattern before pulling it through the headboard again, which forces me to scoot forward on my knees despite the slack he left in the restraints.
“You can hold on to the headboard,” he says. And when I do, he leans forward and kisses me. I want to reach for Grant, but I know that if I do, I’ll just fall forward, so I just let him kiss me until he moves around behind me.
“Your ankle okay?” he asks, and I nod. “Good. Now spread your legs wider for me.” He grabs my thighs and helps me along, opening me up like he wants. “You’re so fucking hot like this,” he says, squeezing both of my ass cheeks in his palms and spreading them so that his hard cock can rest in between them. “One day I’m gonna take this ass,” he promises. “But only when you’re ready and had days to prep for it.”
I relax a little, glad that he doesn’t plan to do that tonight.
“For now,” he starts, slipping his hand between my legs until he’s cupping my pussy from behind. “Let’s just get your pussy ready again.”
“Oh my God,” I moan as he starts fucking me with his fingers, not nearly as gently as the previous times. When I’m unable to hold myself up thanks to an impending orgasm, I close my eyes and rest my cheek on my restrained hands that are still clutching the headboard.
“Feel good?” Grant asks unnecessarily.
“Mmm,” is my only response before my body trembles with my release. Over the sounds of my panting, I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then Grant is slamming inside me with a grunt.
“Fuck yes,” he mutters from behind me, his fingers digging into my hips to keep me in place as he starts fucking me hard and fast.
The angle is so different from missionary, much deeper, and his hard shaft rubs against a new, sensitive place inside me that I really like. Grant’s damp lips kiss my shoulder, and then he bites down on a growl while our bodies slap together frantically. The sex is not sweet or nice, but I love it and never want it to end.
When Grant’s fingers reach around the front of my body and find my clit, I shatter apart screaming his name. He fucks me even harder when my pussy clamps down around his cock.
“Ohh!” I moan when he slams deep inside me one last time.
“Did I…did I hurt you?” Grant asks from behind me as we both gasp for breath.
I shake my head until I can force my dry mouth to respond. “No.”
“Good,” he says before he pulls out, leaving me empty. “Now I’m gonna let you relax while I get a shower.” Grabbing my waist, he spins me around so that I’m resting on my back and releases enough slack in the satin so that I can lay my head on a pillow despite having my arms still hanging against the headboard.
“You’re gonna
leave me like this?” I ask him when he crawls off the bed.
“Yeah, so you can think about what I might do to you next,” Grant says with a grin, then leans down to kiss me. “That was amazing, Sam. Thank you for coming home with me tonight. I’ll be right back.”
Grant strolls unhurriedly into the bathroom where I hear the shower turn on and then steam billows out and into the bedroom.
I would’ve liked a shower too; but other than my hands falling asleep, I don’t mind being restrained. And the anticipation of what’s to come is so freaking exciting I feel like I may explode.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Grant
After I take a quick shower, I dry off with a towel and toss it to the ground to return to Sam. Seeing her tied up naked on my bed, her sepia hair tousled, cheeks and chest red with arousal is like a fantasy come true. I know that she’s not very comfortable; and after I fuck her again, I’ll untie her. But first…
I climb up her body until my knees are straddling her chest and my semi-hard cock is dangling obscenely right in front of her face. “Suck me hard so I can fuck you again,” I tell her. “Then I’ll let you sleep.”
It doesn’t take any further prompting to get Sam to open her eager little mouth for me after she licks her lips in preparation.
“Relax your throat, sweetheart,” I encourage her before I thrust deeper and pull out again. “Can you take more?” I ask, and she nods, so I give it to her. Her mouth suctions hard around my dick as I pull back, so good that it doesn’t take long to get me as hard as steel again.
Not in as big of a rush to fuck her this time, I take a few minutes to kiss her lips, her neck, to nuzzle her tits and suck on her nipples. Finally, when Sam’s squirming with need, I roll on another condom and guide my cock inside of her still dripping wet pussy. When I’m as far as I can go, I lift her long, beautiful legs to my shoulders and start moving in and out of her.
