His growl of approval is like heaven to me. He doesn’t think I’m skanky or insane for what I’m doing. He’s loving it. I move my hand across my chest to my other breast and offer the same sensual torment. This causes my eyes to shut, my pelvis lifting from the bed, begging to be touched.
“I’m stroking my cock, wishing it were your hand,” he mutters, his voice low and sensual. “Your smooth skin stroking me up and down.”
Oh, God. That visual is almost my undoing. I bet his cock is thick and long and veiny and perfect. I’m willing to bet he knows how to use it too.
“So perfect,” he murmurs.
At his words I pinch my nipple harder, allowing a soft moan to escape my lips. His voice is like an aphrodisiac for me, turning my senses wild. Feeling bolder than I have the past few nights, I release my breast and work my hand back down my stomach to my aching center. I dip through my trimmed hair and, automatically, my fingers are saturated. “Oh God, I’m already so wet,” I tell him, breathless. “My fingers are soaked.”
Another groan from his end. “Fuck, babe, if I were there, I would use my tongue to suck you up and eat your eager pussy. Put your finger inside you. Pretend it’s my finger and tell me how much you want it to be me.”
I moan at his dirty words, but I do as I’m told. I lower my hand using my middle finger to caress my folds, then push one finger inside me.
“Oh yes, that feels so good. So good,” I repeat as I pull out and push back inside. I can hear Ram panting along with me. I know he is just as lost as I am while he works his cock.
“That’s it,” he instructs, his voice a gravelly whisper. “Now I want you to put two fingers inside that tight pussy of yours.”
My sex gushes with arousal at his demand. I do as he says, once again, and work two fingers inside me. The feeling is filling and wonderful. I can’t help but work them in and out as I wait for my release.
That’s what his words do to me.
They make me lose control.
Turn me on.
Make me wild.
“Oh God, Ram, this feels so good. I’m going to come soon.”
I hear his breathing pick up, and I know he’s working himself harder and faster. The thought of me being with him, watching him as I work his cock with my hands and mouth, throws me into a spiral of desire. “Oh God, I’m going to… I’m going to—”
“Three fingers, Buttercup,” he barks out with an animalistic growl. “Fill yourself. I want you to know how it would feel if I was fucking you. I want you to feel stretched and full with my cock.”
It’s then I shove three fingers inside me and explode.
“Any who,” Andie chirps. “We’re going out tonight.”
I shake off the memory, hoping my face isn’t flushed simply from remembering.
Bringing my attention back to my best friend, I let out a sigh. “I don’t know if I can.” I think about how much I look forward to my chats with Ram and our intimate moments. Going out means I’ll miss that.
“Oh, yes we are. You’re coming with me,” she tells me with a sly grin. “We’re going to Bender’s. And I’m going to proposition Brett.”
At that I choke on my gum. I start coughing and it takes Andie to beat on my back for me to cough up the piece of gum. “You what!?”
“Yeah, you heard me. He’s a hot piece of meat and he’s nice to us. He looks like he can toss a girl around too, and I need it. Dani, I am dying here! I need ass. I need to scream a random dude’s name. Well, in this scenario, it will be Brett’s.”
Brett has been nothing but awesome since we started going to Bender’s regularly but, to be honest, he kind of scares me. He’s just so big and biker-ish. “What if he’s into tons of scary stuff? Ties you up and gags you?”
Andie shrugs her shoulders. “At this point, fine by me.”
“Andie!”
“What? I’m serious. And like you’re one to judge. You’re having phone sex with a complete stranger who you’ve never met. At least I know Brett is an actual person.” She arches a blonde eyebrow as if waiting for me to challenge her.
And that’s just the thing. Ram does want to meet. But I keep finding ways to avoid, make excuses, or simply say no.
With each pleading text message, he bargains with something close to unbearable to resist. I remember the first one that came through after our “favorite things” conversation.
Ram: Meet me for a drink. Coffee. Anything. I think it’s time we start doing this in person.
Me: I can’t. I’m really busy. Plus I’m not ready.
Ram: I’m dying over here. Don’t make me beg.
Me: Begging can be a good thing. I’m just not sure about this yet. What if you’re not real? I like us how we are now.
And that message was the truth. What if he wasn’t who he truly seemed to be on the phone? And on our texts? What if this was an act and the second we met he turned into a rude, cheating jerk? I didn’t want to compare him to Daryl. I just couldn’t fully let my guard down, afraid of getting hurt again. He dropped it until the next night, after our second inappropriate phone call ended.
Ram: FaceTime me at least.
Me: No.
Ram: I’ll buy you a pony if you FaceTime me.
Me: No.
Ram: I’ll take you to Silver Dollar City so you can sing Christmas carols and eat taffy.
Me: Super tempting, but no.
Ram: If you FaceTime me, I will spread cheese all over my naked body and you can picture licking it all off me.
At that I laughed, picturing a good soft Brie cheese-spread smeared all over his beautiful chest. And of course the heat spread across my face as I imagined doing what he offered. Me. Licking him clean. One cheesy inch at a time.
“Well, for your information he does want to meet me,” I reply, sticking my chin up.
“And you haven’t? Why? Besides the whole possible could be a serial killer theory.”
I toss a pad of Post-its at her. “He’s not a serial killer. He’s sweet and kind. He’s easy to talk to—”
“And masturbate off to?” Andie chuckles as another pad goes flying her way. “What!? It’s just a question. I mean if he’s giving you all this phone pleasure, then why not test out the real thing? I mean come on… Guys can only hold off for so long. Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to pay the piper.”
My forehead creases as I quickly tie my hair up in a bun before it gets busy. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”
“You know. You continue to talk to him, and you tease him with your sexy phone words and panting, NOT that I know what you sound like, ew, but still… sooner or later, you’re going to have to say yes and meet him or cut ties. Meet him in person and do the real deed or move on. Either way, you’re going to have to choose.”
The conversation is dropped because the morning rush kicks in, breaking up our discussion. But her words eat at me. If I don’t decide, and possibly offer to meet, then he might pull away and assume I’m not worth the trouble. Maybe Andie is right. It might be time to put my big girl pants on and pay that piper.
Bartender My Ass
Me: Why are you so opposed to FaceTime anyway? You could Skype instead on your computer. Just cut off your head if that makes you feel better. At least I’d be able to watch you when you touch yourself…
Smirking, I climb out of my car and trot toward the bank to open my new business account. Wind whips around me and some ice pellets sting my face. The weather is attempting to get shitty the closer it gets to Christmas, but I’m smiling like a dumbass because I know it’ll make Carrie happy. Between the Christmas and the snow, she’ll be thrilled.
She doesn’t respond right away, but I’m not too worried. I push through the bank doors and groan when I see it’s jam packed with people. Luckily, one customer service rep is just thanking a customer who is leaving. I walk over to him and plop down. While he helps me set up the business account with the check Inigo Photog wrote me, I let my mind wander to the past week. Ea
ch night, we’ve pretty much had phone sex. It’s been so fucking hot. I need her in the flesh. What’s been playful banter is barely hiding my raging desire to have her truly naked and beneath me. Unfortunately, she’s not biting. I think she likes our perfect little bubble and is afraid to destroy it. To me, it doesn’t matter what she looks like. I already like her a lot. She doesn’t have to be pretty. She could be missing teeth or have warts on her nose. I don’t care. It’s her soft sighs. Her sweet laughs. Her corny jokes. All of that is what draws me to her. Looks aren’t everything.
“Would you like any other signers on your account?” the customer service rep named Jack asks.
“Probably my brother but I can add him later. We’ll just set it up this way for now,” I instruct.
He taps away and has me sign a few documents. I’ve been loaded down with a folder full of paperwork and a temporary book of checks. When he rises from his seat to deposit the check at the teller line, I hear it.
A voice.
Familiar.
It draws me to it like a moth seeking a flame.
“Here you go, Mr. Sorenson. Extra sugar because you’re so bitter,” the sweet voice chirps.
An old man chuckles behind me. “You’d think as an investor at this bank, I’d get special treatment. Not from you, Miss Danielle.”
The woman giggles and it’s so fucking cute I have to turn around. I’ve got to put a face to the voice.
“You did get special treatment,” she admonishes, her tone playful. “Look at that line. I stepped away from the teller line to get your spoiled tail some coffee.”
Their backs are turned to me and the white-headed old man pats the tiny woman on the back. Her dark brown hair has been piled into a messy bun. She wears an oversized cream sweater that seems to swallow her tiny frame. And brown leggings hug her slender thighs. She wears a pair of heeled knee-high boots and shifts her weight back and forth on them. It makes me wonder what her ass looks like hiding under her sweater.
“I really need to get back before they fire me,” she urges, a chuckle in her voice.
The old man has a gentle grip on her elbow. “You tell those old coots if they fire you, I’ll fire them. I’ll take my money and give it to whichever bank you end up at.”
They both laugh and I feel awkward eavesdropping. But not awkward enough that I don’t get up and take several steps over to them. Careful not to be too obvious, I walk in front of them over to the coffee machine. Glittering hazel eyes meet mine for a brief moment. Recognition flickers in her eyes.
It’s Dani.
The girl Roman knocked over at the bar the other day.
My heart skips a couple of beats as I greedily drink her in. Her pouty pink lips are curved into a shy smile that has my dick reacting against my wishes. God, this girl is hot. And seeing her twice within a week is not a coincidence.
I should ask her out.
But as soon as the thought enters my brain, I squash it. I couldn’t do that to Carrie. We’re basically having sex, even if we haven’t physically done the deed, and I owe it to her to see how it plays out.
When Dani’s cheeks redden, I wink at her. I can’t help it. She’s too fucking cute. And when she turns impossibly more crimson, I grin at her, flashing her my panty-melting smile I know works on just about any chick.
She turns away and shakes her head as if to get me out of her mind.
“Mr. Holloway,” Jack says as he hands me a receipt. “You’re all good. Thanks for opening your business account with us. Please call if you have any questions or concerns.”
I give him a nod and steal another glance at Dani.
“Go home, Mr. Sorenson,” Dani chides the old man. “Don’t make me call your wife.”
His laughter bellows, but I’m frozen in spot. That voice. I knew I recognized it. She waves to the old man and starts back over to the teller line where people are standing around impatiently. I just gape after her.
No fucking way.
“She’s a real catch,” the old man tells me, pointing at Dani. “If I was fifty years younger…” He whistles and waggles his white eyebrows at me. “But a young chap like yourself? You’d be lucky to marry a girl like that. They don’t come any sweeter and they certainly don’t come any prettier.”
When she gets back to her window, she begins working quickly, never losing her perfect smile. I take a deep breath and hurry out of the building before I do something stupid like crawl over the countertop and kiss her like mad in front of the entire lobby. Instead, I trot out to my car and plop down in my seat.
Bartender my ass.
I pull out my phone. She hasn’t responded to my last text and it’s clear to see why. She’s busy and it isn’t slinging drinks.
Me: Have dinner with me. I’d say lunch but I have a meeting with a potential new client. Please. I just need to see you again.
With a chuckle, I toss my phone down and put the car in drive. She’ll probably think it was a typo. There’s no way she put together me as the same guy from the bar. No more hiding. I’m smiling as I drive deeper into the city. This whole time I imagined “Carrie’s” face to be that of Dani. Each time I jerked off with her sweet voice in my ear. Each time I fantasized about her lying naked next to me in bed. And now, I realize it’s true. They are one in the same. The thought is exhilarating.
I swing by the house for a bit to change into something more professional and to gather some printed off material for the new potential client. During that time, I take a call from Roman. He checks in on how everything is going with my business. I find it odd he’s so interested in the day-to-day operations. When I get a minute, I’m going to shake him down and figure out what’s going on with him. Two hours later, and I’m sitting in a chair outside Mr. Winston’s office.
Dani still hasn’t replied back. I’m staring at my phone when I hear screaming. The receptionist makes eye contact with me and rolls her eyes.
“Trouble follows him,” she tells me in a bored tone.
My anxiety causes my chest to tighten. I was hoping for a good client. Not an asshole.
“You are the worst person ever!” a woman shrieks.
I lean to the side to have a better listen through the door.
“Give it to me. Give me the key,” a man says.
“GIVE ME MY TEN GRAND, YOU PRICK!”
“You lent it to me!” he roars back.
Something about the way he talks to the woman has my hackles rising. I’m already on my feet, starting toward the door.
“Oh, mister,” she bites out, her voice losing some of its fire. “I’m about to give you your stupid key.”
I hear her grunting through the door.
“Why won’t it cut?” she hollers.
“It’s real leather, dingbat,” the man snaps back. “You can’t cut it with a key.”
I smirk when I hear the key hit what sounds like a glass surface with a clang. Then I hear glass crashing.
“But I can break that stupid vase by throwing it to the floor!” she hollers in triumph. “And this plant,” she cackles. “Dead!” Another crash.
“You’ve lost your mind,” he bellows. “This isn’t like you!”
She lets out a choked sound, and for a moment, I wonder if she’s going to cry. “You made me this way,” she bites out in a cold tone. “Call me when you have my money. You have one week or I’ll do something worse. Way worse. Like…I’ll put bologna on your car! Ha!” the woman threatens.
Bologna?
“Listen…” he gripes out. “Just fucking listen.”
“No, buddy,” she snips. “You listen to me. Money. One week. Bye.”
I’m caught eavesdropping when the door slings open and the woman slams right into my chest. The first thing I notice is the sweet scent of a perfume I don’t recognize. I inhale it because I like how it smells. My eyes find my client’s. He’s an older guy with a receding hairline and a slight belly. How he got this cute tiny little thing is beyond me.
“Is that y
our new boyfriend?” Mr. Winston hisses. “You sure moved on quick. So unlike you, Dani.”
Dani.
Holy fuck.
A shit-eating grin stretches across my face and my chest momentarily tightens.
The woman—who I now realize is Dani—attempts to peel herself away from me. I didn’t realize I’d naturally locked my arms around her. Her head tilts up and she regards me with those hazel eyes that are now red and teary. A possessive growl rumbles in my throat.
This isn’t just a coincidence. This is something way damn bigger. Sure, our town isn’t that huge, but seeing her twice in one day is unfuckingbelievable. Each of our paths have led to the same place. Exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Upon realizing this asshole just spouted some nasty shit to my girl, my smile falls and I glare at him. “She dated down for you, dude,” I snap, not caring that I’ll lose this client. I don’t want to do business with his fucking cheating ass anyway. “Clearly, you let something perfect slip right out of your hands. Don’t worry, asshole,” I growl. “I’m going to take real good care of her.”
She stiffens in my arms but stops trying to escape my grip. I wave my middle finger at the loser before tucking her under my arm and stalking out of the office. Once we’re outside, the wind attempts to blow us away. It’s cold as fuck out here. Dani lets me guide her over to where, apparently, our two cars are the only ones parked in the lot. I push her hips back until her ass meets the side door of her car.
“Dani.” All I say is her name and she’s looking up at me in awe. Her pink lips are parted in surprise. The same pink lips I’ve fantasized sucking on my cock. God, she’s so beautiful.
“Y-You—” she chatters out, confusion marring her perfect features. “It’s really you? The guy from the bar? From the bank? You’re Ram? My stranger-danger Ram. I can’t believe this.”
I beam at her, mostly because she called me her Ram, and I rub my hands up and down the sides of her arms. The sweater isn’t warm enough for this weather. I attempt to block the wind from her and press my hard body against her soft one. Sliding my fingers into her messy hair, I tilt her face up so I can inspect every part of her. She does the same, her hazel eyes darting all over me but lingering on my mouth.
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