Take Me with You (Take Me #2)(57)

I wanted to be able to make something of myself, to prove that I was good enough and talented enough for someone like Ari, who was so smart, beautiful, and wealthy. It didn’t matter that I knew she didn’t care about that shit. I did. I cared.

“Killed it out there tonight,” Ridley said as he passed us backstage after the show.

“Thanks, man.”

“We have a night here in a real f*cking hotel before we have to leave again tomorrow. You want to go out and party with us?”

I knew how hard The Drift partied, and for once, the thought of a soft bed beckoned to me more than some booze and watching my friends get some ass.

“I’m gonna pass.”

We fist-bumped.

“Just going to crash tonight.”

When I got back into the hotel room, I bolted the lock just in case and then called up Ari. She had told me that my dad had tried to reach out to her again sometime last week, but there had been no contact since then.

I always called her every night to hear her voice and make sure she was okay. But tonight, all I could think about was her wet * and the feel of it sliding around my dick.

“Hey, Princess,” I murmured into the phone.

“Grant, I miss you.”

“I miss you, too.”

“How was the show?”

“Good as always. Singing about sex with you to people all over the country makes me want to come home and f*ck you.”

She laughed throatily. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that.”

“What would you want me to do?” I asked.

“Um…have sex with me?”

It was my turn to laugh. “I know. I mean, if I were there right now, tell me exactly what you’d want me to do.”

I’d tried to initiate phone sex in the past to no avail. She would get too embarrassed, and I wasn’t there to smile and coax the slutty nature out of her. Just hearing her mention sex made my dick throb.

“I…I don’t know, Grant. Kiss me.”

Well, that was further than I’d gotten before.

“Where?” I encouraged.

“Oh my God, Cheyenne asked me about phone sex earlier. I can’t believe you’re trying this.”

“Humor me, Princess. Cheyenne clearly knows the benefits. Now, I want you to go into your room, shut the door, turn off all the lights, and lie in bed.”

I waited a minute until she hesitantly told me that she had done it.

“Now, I’m not just kissing you. I’m running my stubbly jaw down the inside of your legs, kissing a soft trail downward. My hands are gripping the inside of your thighs. I’m squeezing your soft muscles and opening your legs before me, so I can see that soft wet *.”

She whimpered at my words. “Grant…”

“Feel what I did to you,” I encouraged.

I was sure as hell feeling it. I’d slipped my jeans and boxers on the floor. My dick was in my hand, and I was stroking it upward. Her whimper alone could almost make me pretend she was here, doing this for me.

“Are you wet?”

After a short pause, she answered, “Yes.”

“God, that’s hot. Are you swirling it around your clit? Imagining me doing it?”

She sighed heavily into the phone, and I pumped faster.

“I’m…I’m imagining you using your tongue. You’re so good at that.”

“Licking and sucking on you. Pressing my fingers up inside you. Curling my fingers against you until you’re bucking underneath me.”

“Yes,” she purred.

She still sounded hesitant, but I f*cking wasn’t.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, um…let me finish before hovering over me and rubbing yourself against me.”

“Oh God,” I groaned, leaning over the bed.

I could just imagine it now—her touching herself in the dark, thinking about me sliding my dick across the opening to her *. I picked up the pace as the image flooded my mind.

“Then, you don’t hold back. You just shove into me. Take me.”

“I sure f*cking do. I pump into you over and over again. Hard and rough just like you like it.”

“Mmm…” she moaned.

I was getting close to orgasm already at the sound of her voice and the skill of my hand. If only she were here to finish me off…

“You flip me over,” she said quietly.

“So, I can f*ck you from behind,” I said in admiration.

“My face is…is buried in the pillows.”

“Ass up in the air as I drive into you. I feel you tightening around my cock.”

“And then I…” She trailed off.

“Oh God, Ari. Come. Say come.”

She made some soft mewling sounds that sounded as if she was close, and I could barely hold on.

“Come,” she finally said. “You make me come.”

Hot cum squirted out of me as I did just that.

Fuck!

It ran down my hand as I emptied myself at the sound of her voice. It was so sexy, hearing her talk to me like that. My whole body shook as I imagined her coming with me. I f*cking hoped she was getting off on the other line.

When I finally finished, I lay back in the bed, spent and dying to feel her beside me. “I wish you were here for this,” I told her.