“Buttercup,” I murmur. “It’s me. All me.”
She doesn’t try to wriggle away when I draw closer to her. “But how? This is all so overwhelming.”
“Don’t get overwhelmed, gorgeous.” Nudging my nose against her ice cold one, I shrug. “Too many signs from the universe to ignore, though.” My hands crave to touch every part of her. I settle for leaving them weaved into her silky hair. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, my tone smug.
A small whine, one I remember hearing just last night right before she came, escapes her. “Here? Right now?” she protests, but not too hard. “What if someone sees?”
I smile. “Let them fucking see.”
My lips brush across hers and her breath hitches. I don’t wait for any more permission. Her heaving breathing, parted lips, and death grip on my leather jacket are enough to have me forging ahead. As soon as our tongues touch, she lets out a whimper. So needy and hungry. She tastes like lingering coffee with a mix of peppermint. Her taste reminds me of Christmas. I almost chuckle, realizing that she’d like that analogy.
With a groan, I deepen our kiss. Her kiss, while unsure at first, begins to greedily dance with mine. The shock has worn off and given in to the desire that surely matches mine. Our kiss is wet and noisy and hot as hell. When she moans again and tilts her head back as if to break our kiss, I move on to the shell of her ear. I whisper how beautiful she is before sucking on her ear lobe. She gasps in pleasure. My lips find the soft flesh of her neck and I suckle the sweet skin there. An overwhelming desire to mark her washes over me. I suck a little harder on her and her fingers tangle into my hair. My hands are eager to roam all over her, but I don’t want to scare her away. I simply want to kiss and hold her. For now.
“Oh my God…” she moans, her fingers tugging at my hair. “This is real. You’re real. You’re…”
I nip at her flesh before licking away the sting. “Say it. Say my name again,” I breathe against the vein in her throat that is pumping like mad.
“Ram!”
My hands ignore the desire to remain a gentleman and I slip them around to her backside under her sweater. She has a nice ass hiding in those leggings. I grab on to it and my sweet little thing jumps slightly. Understanding washes over me and I lift her like she wants. Her slender legs hook around my waist. I lift my head from her throat so I can look at her. Those hazel eyes are blazing with lust. When I grind my hardened cock against her soft center, her eyes roll back and she cries out.
“Oh my God,” she whines, her head turns to the side and she darts her gaze for onlookers. “I don’t do this sort of thing. Not with a stranger. Not in public.”
I give her a wolfish grin. “You do now. Besides, I thought you were working on being brave, baby. I call what we’re doing really fuckin’ brave.”
Her smile is shy, but it matches my own. It draws me back to her like a magnet until we’re once again hot and heavy. It’s not enough, though, I crave more of her.
And then I’m rubbing against her in a way that’s too sinful for public and she’s not saying no anymore. She wants this, too. There are probably eyes everywhere and I don’t even care. Apparently, she’s throwing caution to the wind too. I want to make her come right here. Right now. I don’t even care if I come in my own slacks doing it. Anything to hear that soft whine she makes when she loses control.
She jerks her head to the left this time and looks for anyone watching. I murmur in her ear that it’s just us. My hot breath seems to excite her because then our mouths are once again latched.
My cock seems to know exactly how to rub against her because it situates to fit between the lips of her pussy. Each time I grind against her, she makes louder and louder noises as it slides against her clit. The wind whips around us, but I’m not even cold anymore. And judging by the way she’s clawing at my shoulders now and rocking with me, neither is she.
I don’t even try to stop myself when one hand leaves her ass and slips up under her sweater. She moans when I grab her tit through her bra. They’re small, like she says, but so perfect in my hand. I’m just working my thumb under the material to touch her nipple when she lets out one of her telling whines.
“Just us,” I assure her. “You’re so fucking brave, Buttercup.”
And so close. Another few moments and she’ll unravel.
I massage her pebbled nipple while I thrust against her. My mouth steals kisses and occasionally takes little bites of her neck. With a choked murmur of my name, she comes hard. Her entire body quakes and I can’t wait for her to do it when I’m buried deep inside of her. I brush my lips against hers again, kissing her softly.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “I can’t believe I just did that. In public. With a stranger.” Then she lets out a slight giggle. “In front of my ex-boyfriend’s building.”
“Well, I’m not a stranger anymore, Dani.” I like her name on my tongue. I especially like her on my tongue. I chuckle. “Believe it, though. We’re going to do more of it later, too. Next time in private.” I pull back so I can stare at her stunning flushed face. Her legs are still locked around my waist and my dick is aching for release, but I remain still as I regard her. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Buttercup.”
Her eyes light up and she beams at me just as someone yells.
“I called the cops, Dani!” Mr. Winston bellows. “I knew you were losing your damn mind! You’re outta control!”
The growl rumbling from me is fierce. I set her on her feet and reluctantly peel myself away from her. When I stalk over to the goofy-looking asshole, he stumbles away from me. I clutch his tie and yank him so I can get right in his face.
“Talk to my girlfriend one more time in that tone and I’ll shove my fist up your ass. Comprende, motherfucker?” My teeth are clenched as I glower at him.
“Uh…uh…” he stammers, fear glimmering in his eyes. “I understand.”
With a snarl, I shove him away from me. “And I suggest you give my woman her money back as she asks or I’ll be forced to come extract it from you.”
He backs away shaking his head. “I’ll get her the money. Jesus!”
Turning away from him, I trot back over to Dani. She’s staring at me as if I’m some mystical creature…and she hasn’t even seen my cock yet.
“Come on,” I tell her, grabbing her hand. “Let’s get you out of this cold. When I pick you up after work, you better wear something warmer.”
She laughs as I all but stuff her back into her car. Before I close the door, I lean in and steal another sweet kiss. “Who says we’re going to see each other after work?” she questions, her lips curving into a breathtaking smile.
“I do. I’m taking you on a date. We have to make up for lost time,” I tell her with a smirk.
Fear flashes in her eyes briefly as if her mind just worked out the fact that we’ve finally met. Her stranger is a stranger no more.
“Turn off that mind of yours,” I growl and lean forward into her car. “This is a good thing,” I assure her. “Let it happen.” I kiss her again.
She still seems unconvinced, so I convince her. My palm finds her thigh and I slip my fingers over her pussy through her leggings. I know she’s still sensitive from her recent orgasm. She jolts from the touch and lets out a pleased moan.
“I’ll give you more of those after I feed your sexy little ass,” I vow. “You’re going to need your appetite, Buttercup. We’re about to work it up for sure.”
Pulling away, ignoring her grumble when my hand leaves her warm thigh, I wink at her. I close the car door and watch with an ache in my chest as she composes herself and then puts the car in reverse.
I don’t second-guess my actions at all, though, the moment she passes me to leave the parking lot. Her smile is bright and her eyes are twinkling. She waves like a little kid. Everything about her tugs at my insides.
Mr. Sorenson was right.
I’d be lucky to marry a girl like that. They don’t come any sweeter and they certainly don
’t come any prettier.
Get ready, Buttercup. I’m playing for keeps.
It’s Go-Time
“OH MY GOD!” ANDIE SHRIEKS. “What happened? You’ve been gone forever. Did you do it? Harold was looking for you. Gah, speak!”
I walk back into the bank from my lunch break in a daze, a quirky smile on my face. I have absolutely no idea where to start on what just happened.
“Oh hell no. You’re smiling. You didn’t. He didn’t. Did you get back together with him!?” Andie yelps, scaring a customer waiting in line.
“Shhh! What’s your problem!?”
“You!” She points at me. “You have that look. Why? Ew, did he give you a parting orgasm?”
My eyes widen in shock, then embarrassment, and as I pick my jaw up off the ground, I tackle Andie. I jump at her, throwing my hands over her mouth. It’s clear that everyone in the bank is staring at us as we cause a scene. “Shush… Shush it right now,” I say, close to her face. Her eyes bore into mine, until she calms after finding humor reflecting back at her.
“Why war you miling?” she asks, her words muffled behind my hand. I wait until I know she is ready to listen and stop yelling, then release my hand from her mouth.
“I just met Ram.” I smile at how strangely exciting that sentence just sounded out of my—
“Oh my God, was Ram, Daryl? Wait… I thought you went to see Daryl? OH MY GOD, was he catfishing you!?”
Dear Lord, this girl. My hand goes back over her mouth. “Control yourself,” I bark.
“I can’t. I’m so confused. And you’re not making much sense.”
“It’s because I have said one sentence. Now calm down. Let me finish.”
She stares at me for a final second, then nods. “Fine,” she says, and I step back. I signal for her to meet me in the break room and snap at Frank to cover our absence. Andie busts out laughing at my bold demand and crudely slaps Frank on the butt while walking past him. Once we are out of earshot of the customers, she tells me to spill.
“Okay, so first off, I did go and see Daryl. It was horrible…”
My mind flits to earlier and my mouth blabs every detail without missing a beat.
Scenarios are so much easier to discuss and practice in your head than in person. Ram had convinced me that I had to stand up for myself and get my money back. And as I agreed, I just didn’t know how. He had coached me on how to get all “gangsta,” but he said I couldn’t say please or sorry while threatening to put a cap in his ass. By the end of the night I was pumped up and after our phone call turned frantic with need, he gave me the encouragement I needed to go through with it.
Daryl had texted me earlier in the day for his key. Demanding it actually. There was no, Hey, by the way I’m sorry for cheating, jerking you over, and taking all your savings. Just…I want my key back. Feeling brave, I’d texted him back that I would come to his office on my lunch and drop it off. Be there, I’d ordered. I giggled at the ‘be there’ comment. So bossy. Well, for me anyway.
I had gone in to work and told Andie my plan. She screamed and started giving me the ‘just say no’ pep talk again. I was feeling good. Confident. Daryl was done walking all over me, and I was done taking it. I’d explained to Andie how Ram had given me some advice and after I told her what he suggested I do, she’d finally admitted he didn’t sound like a bad guy after all. Suggesting I key his couch, though, was still a serial killer trigger she thought. I’d just shook my head and went about my day. Andie was all smiles. She had clearly been way more excited than I was about my lunch plans.
When lunchtime hit, I drove over to Daryl’s office. I’d received a strange look from his secretary, who as instructed, I flipped off, which I wasn’t sure why that was necessary, but Andie said it was for effect. I’d banged on his door, sucked in a gust of air, and when I walked in, I went off.
Or at least I tried.
I’d done my best to replay the lines I’d practiced with Ram. The facial expressions I’d practiced with Andie that said I meant business. And I’d held the key in my hand, just like Andie showed me, and attempted to key Daryl’s leather couch, like Ram instructed. It’s a shame, though. I’m a complete wimp and leather is actually very durable. So I’d settled for knocking over an expensive vase and kicking his plant.
Andie and Ram would have been so proud of me and my theatrical show. Or at least my attempt. But sadly, Daryl wasn’t. He didn’t take any of my threats seriously. He’d still seen me as the pushover who would end up walking out of his office with no money, and no pride.
But then the craziest thing happened. I had given up and stormed out of Daryl’s office. I couldn’t take any more of his cruelty. He wasn’t taking me serious and I had to get out of there before I broke down. My whole superwoman cape was fluttering to the ground and I’d needed to take cover, fast. But when I threw open his door and stepped over the threshold, I fell into the arms of someone warm and strong. The scent of cologne filling my nostrils, his minty breath teasing my senses.
Daryl came barreling behind me, catching me in the arms of this stranger, making accusations and calling me horrible names. But this stranger…
He held me tight to his chest, and as I raised my eyes to meet his, it clicked. It was him.
The guy from the bar. The bank.
But then he spoke.
And I knew.
It was him.
Ram.
Everything else after that happened so fast. The kiss, our hasty exit. Our inappropriate, yet exhilarating—
“HOLY SHITBUCKETS! You let him hump you on the street?” Andie blurts, interrupting my unbelievable recount of the day.
I roll my eyes, knowing I wouldn’t get through my whole story, without her freaking out. “Andie, it wasn’t like that—”
“Public fornication. Holy shit, I can’t believe you let him… He did that to… You came in public!” she finishes on a holler.
“What in the heavens is going on back here?” I attempt to cover her mouth when the booming voice of our boss, Harold, interrupts us.
“Oh I’m sorry—”
“Mr. Sphincterson,” Andie says, trying not to laugh as she swats me away. I mean, who wouldn’t. His last name has Sphincter in it. “Listen, Dani just got her period really bad all over her pants, and I was just trying to—”
I slap Andie on the shoulder. “I did no—”
“And, as I was saying, she really needs to change her…” Andie stutters for an excuse so I step in.
“I need to leave. I’m a mess. Unless you want me to—”
“No! God no,” he grumbles, his face turning slightly green. “Take your… your woman problems and have the rest of the day off.”
I smile widely, then quickly mask my excitement. I turn to Andie and lean in to hug her. I whisper in her ear, “Thank you.” I pull away and gather my purse, exiting the bank. With a new skip in my step, I head home for my date.
With Ram.
“Where are you taking me?” I squeal, trying to keep up with him, while he grips my hand tightly in his as he maneuvers us through the busy downtown square.
“It’s a surprise.” He beams at me and it warms me down to my toes, even in the brisk December chill. He zig-zags us through crowds of busy shoppers and carolers, which I smile at, hoping to catch a bit of their performance on the way back, and small children giggling and enjoying the seasonal festivities.
We finally halt at the old movie theater, and as we walk up to the ticket booth, Ram pulls out his wallet, and purchases two tickets.
“A Christmas Story?” I ask, my voice filled with humor.
“Oh yeah. All that talk about you loving Christmas turns me on. And I thought you deserved it with the day you had, so A Christmas Story it is.” He smiles, grabbing our tickets from the attendant, then latching his hand back with mine before pulling me into the historical Bedford Cinema.
Ram got everything we ever possibly needed to watch a movie. Popcorn, soda, candy, a Slurpee, nachos, and a pr
etzel. Although I begged him not to waste all that money, he insisted, and before I knew it, we were seated in the back with two laps full of movie theater goodies.
The movie began and the moment the movie filled the screen I was engrossed. I simply love Christmas. I sadly admit that every year I stalk all channels in hopes to find that one special channel that plays A Christmas Story over and over. I would have loved to see it in the theaters, but no one ever wanted to come with me. Every once in a while I turn to Ram, who is smiling, watching me. Here and there, our fingers graze as we both dig for a handful of popcorn. Me, trying to be polite, I always pull my hand away so he can get his scoop. He, on the other hand, always takes his handful and starts feeding me his scoop. It’s just the sweetest, yet simplest thing anyone has ever done for me.
At the part where the dog eats the turkey, Ram slips his hand under the armrest, placing his palm on my hip. His skin on mine is like an inferno. I feel the heat of him instantly, causing me to take a hefty sip of my Slurpee to help bring my temperature down. I turn to him, curious about what he’s up to, and he smiles. “This is the best part. Pay attention.”
My cheeks flush at his words. Because they are filled with intent. He’s up to something. I turn to the screen just as his hand moves closer and cups my sex over my leggings. A small gasp escapes my lips at his bold move. I look around the theater making sure no one is paying attention, which they aren’t.
I’m trying to pretend I’m watching the movie, but over my leggings, he begins stroking my sex. Finding my secret spot and teasing me, he moves his hand higher, causing the armrest to raise. I slightly panic, afraid someone will see what he is doing, but he leans over and says, “Don’t you just love it when the family comes together? So satisfying.” I moan softly, trying to pay attention to the movie. They did come together, finding themselves at a Chinese restaurant at Christmas. My favorite part is when they sing Christmas carols and laugh. Just as they begin to do that, Ram finds the elastic band at the top of my leggings and dips his hand inside, reaching past my saturated panties and into my sex. I moan louder than anticipated, and Ram chuckles next to me. I’m so embarrassed at what’s happening. So afraid someone is watching, but so hot, and aroused. His finger pulls out and dips back into my hot sex, over and over again, in rhythm with the singing on the screen. I’m silently panting, and I find myself cupping his hand for more pressure. Just as they cut into the duck, I explode, coming all over his hand.
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