“You know you’ve ruined that movie for me now,” I say, my cheeks still flushed from my orgasm.
He flashes me a wide grin. “Well, you made it for me. It will forever be my favorite movie, no matter the season.”
We’re walking back to his car, the silence falling over us. I don’t want our night to end and I can tell he doesn’t either. Being with Ram has been more than I could have ever expected. Actually, it’s better. He’s perfect in so many ways, and to know that he’s real, and not hiding behind fake messages or lies, causes a flutter of happiness to explode inside me. Ram is the kind of man I have always dreamed about. Kind. Funny. Loyal. Super good looking. A gentleman, yet this beast of a man who takes me to levels I would otherwise be too shy to pursue. The realization hits me in waves. I no longer have any reservations about Ram. And I want him to know that.
“Would you like to come back to my place?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t notice the nervousness in my voice.
I watch his eyes darken and I’m worried I may have read his signals wrong. I open my mouth to apologize for getting the wrong impression when he speaks. “Buttercup, I thought you’d never ask. Get in the car. I plan on driving really fast.”
And he does. I give him my address and with his muscle car weaving through traffic, before I know it, I’m unlocking the door to my apartment. With a shaky hand, I undo the lock and we both enter my tiny apartment. As I flick on the lights, Ram is picking me up, pressing my back to the wall.
“I feel like we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well, do you agree?” he asks, his warm breath smelling like nacho cheese. Some would find it gross, but I find it lovely. He bends down, gently pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“I would say so,” I breathe, my words husky. He approves of my answer, dropping another kiss to my mouth.
“So then you would agree that you find me completely irresistible?” At that I laugh, watching his lips curl into a mischievous smile.
“Full of yourself much?” I smirk, watching his eyes light up.
“Yes, I am full of want for you.” He brings his mouth to mine again, this time kissing me with intent. I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing our bodies smashing together. “You’re perfect, you know that, right?” He nips at my bottom lip, sucking me into his mouth. His words ignite something inside me, as everything he says does, and I put more pressure into our kiss. My lips parting, and our tongues dancing around one another.
“I think you’re quite fantastic, yourself.” I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging at his thick mane. The growl that leaves his throat gives me the courage to tell him what I’ve been dreaming about doing since our first phone call. “I want you, Ram.” His body stiffens, his mouth leaving mine. His eyes are intense, a fireball of emotions.
“Say that again,” he demands, his voice deep with lust.
“I want you. I trust you. And I think we should take this relationship to the next level.” He crashes his lips back on mine and our kiss becomes feral. I feel his hardness against my covered leggings, and the buildup of what I hope is to come excites me.
He pulls us away from the wall, walking us down my short hallway. “Second door,” I breathe between kisses, and he enters my small bedroom.
Not needing any more direction, he walks over to my bed, and with me still cradled in his arms, crawls onto the bed, laying me back on the soft mattress. His body blankets mine as he spreads kisses down my throat to my neckline, pulling my thick sweater down to meet the bare skin of my collarbone. “You have the softest skin.” He kisses along my shoulder. “God, there’s this possessive side of me that wants to mark you everywhere so people will know you’re mine.” His teeth graze my shoulder blade, sending a heated wave of spasms to my core. “I need to see all of you,” he says, leaning up and pushing my sweater up my waist. Our visual connection never falters as he lifts my sweater up and over my head. My tank top, along with my simple lavender bra, are next.
The growl erupting from his chest is enthralling as he takes in my exposed chest. The old part of me would try and cover myself, shy to be so exposed, but with Ram, I feel alive. The way he looks at me. The desire I see pouring from his eyes. “Christ,” he breathes, dropping his mouth to my small breast, taking it fully into his mouth. My head arches back, my eyes shutting. The feeling of his warm breath, hot mouth, his wet tongue sucking on my nipples is almost too much. I moan, wrapping my fingers into his hair.
“Oh yes,” I breathe. This is nothing like how I imagined it would be. It is so much more. My body is beginning to shake, the need for more becoming unbearable. The pulse in my sex begging for him to be inside me. “I need more of you, Ram. I need you inside me.” My brazen words shock me, but I don’t think too much of it. He brings out this side I never knew existed. And ever since he fell into my life, he has woken this person inside me.
Releasing my right breast and working his magic on the other, he hums into my skin. “I’ve wanted you since day one. Ever since your dirty comment about how well you sucked cock.” I smack him in his head, feeling the vibrations of his soft chuckle against my skin. He releases my nipple with a pop and sits forward, locking his vision with mine. “You could have told me you hated cock and I would still have found you perfect. I’ve wanted you for you.” He leans forward, tapping gently on my head, and then on my heart. I fight to not start crying because it’s been way too long that someone has appreciated me for me.
“I think we’ve done enough talking, Ram,” I choke out, fighting my own emotions. He leans down, pressing his lips to mine before sitting back up.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Never been surer,” I reply.
“You swear? Because once I get started with you, there is no stopping me.”
I smile, hoping he keeps that vow. “Pinky promise.”
“All right then, Buttercup, looks like it’s go time.”
The remainder of our clothes are discarded faster than humanly possible. My eyes grow large in size at his giant man part. As he rolls the condom down his long shaft he catches eyes with me and smirks. “You keep looking all hungry like that and I’m going to have to for real test out your cock sucking theory.” My cheeks flare, not in embarrassment, but with the fact that I want to do that to him. And really badly, actually. Ram chuckles again. “We have all night, Buttercup.”
I reach my hand out, stopping him from rolling the remainder of the condom on his dick. “Wait.” He pauses, his eyes questioning. “Take it off. I want to feel you now.” I watch his eyes light up. His hand grips his cock as it twitches at my request.
“You sure? You don’t have—”
“Don’t tell me what I have and don’t have to do. I want your cock in my mouth. Now let me.” Who’s this person who just said all that? I think we both look shocked at my filthy mouth. But Ram quickly snaps out of it and jumps off me, lying next to me on the bed. Placing his hands behind his head, he watches as I sit up and position myself down the bed and over his engorged cock.
“You can stop when you want, you don’t have to—”
I shut him up when I bring my lips to the top of his impressive length, my tongue licking the salty bead of pre-cum on his tip. Finding my boldness, I wrap my tiny hands around his shaft and put him fully into my mouth. My jaw aches, almost painfully, at stretching my mouth so wide around his girth. Daryl’s dick was nothing in comparison to Ram’s. This one is powerful and thick and delicious and mine.
His moan is instant as he spears his long fingers into my hair. It gives me the courage to pull out and bring my mouth back down, this time taking him deeper. “Fuck Dani, this feels amazing.” I take my praise and work his shaft faster, bobbing up and down. His dick is large, so it’s hard to fit him fully in my mouth. When I take my free hand and gently massage his balls, his restraint snaps and he takes control of my movements, lifting his hips, working himself harder and faster in my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so sweet… fuck…” he grunts with each thrust. I’m t
rying to relax my jaw but gag a few times. He tries to let up but I push on him, fighting the restriction.
“Baby, I’m gonna come, fuck… I’m going to…”
I take him deeper, letting him know I want him to come in my mouth. This is something new to me, and I’m unsure what to expect. Ram grunts, the feel of him getting thicker—if possible—is followed by the release of his seed down my throat.
Before I’m able to suck him completely dry, he’s pulling me off him, flipping me on the bed. “Your turn.” His smile is simply devilish. He doesn’t allow me any time to comprehend his next move, and before I know it, his tongue is licking at my center.
“Oh my God,” I moan, the feeling of his tongue is exhilarating on my pulsating lips. He takes no mercy on me as he laps up my juices, biting at my lips and working me in record speed to orgasm. Unable to control my body movements, I begin thrashing in his hold. His touch, his hot breath sucking me, it’s all too much. “I can’t…” I moan, needing him to stop, needing so much more.
“You can. Is this what it feels like to fuck you with three fingers, Buttercup?” And with that, he pushes three thick fingers into me. I explode, white lights exploding behind my eyelids. My throat locks, unable to scream.
Working me through my spasms, my legs finally unclench, releasing the strangling hold I have on his head. He crawls up my body, covering me with his strong form. He rolls a new condom down his length, giving me a mischievous look, like he’s wondering if I’ll stop him this time. I smile back, taking a peek at his thick cock, and lick my lips. Pushing my legs apart with his knees, Ram places himself at the center of my sex. “Ready?” he asks, his voice thick.
“Set, go,” I reply. And with that quirky smile I love so much, he thrusts into me.
There is no way to explain the feeling of him being so deep inside me. He pulls out slowly, then works himself back inside. My juices are coating his thick length, making it slick for him as he pumps in and out of me.
“I forgot to add one more thing to my favorite things list,” he pants, pulling out before slamming back home. “You. I like you.” He drops his mouth to mine, kissing me with a ferocity unlike any other time we’ve kissed.
Our bodies are slamming into one another, a slick layer of sweat building. “This… This is almost as wonderful as Christmas carols and cheese,” I moan, just as his hand squeezes my nipple. I feel his chuckle in my mouth and my lips curl into a smile. It doesn’t stop him from ravaging my mouth. All while working my body into a frenzied mess.
“Tis the season to fuck the most beautiful woman, fra, ra ra ra rahhhh…” he trails off as my hands grab his butt cheeks and I squeeze my nails, possibly breaking skin. Playtime is suddenly over and Ram takes control. Or loses it. He starts pounding into me as if he needs to get deeper, farther inside me. I’m a wild mess scraping, pulling, and grabbing all of him, until his grunted hiss matches my heavy moan as we both come.
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“YOU GOT ‘RAMMED,’” I tell her, a smug grin painting my face as I clean her with a warm rag.
“Oh my God,” she groans. “Your corny jokes are worse than mine!”
I laugh as I climb off the bed and start dressing. It’s been a week since we ran into each other at her ex’s office and we’ve been attached at the hip ever since. Each day, I pick her up at her place after work. We go have dinner or do something fun. And then we end up in her bed, where I make her scream my name until she’s hoarse. She’s yet to ask me to stay over, but I don’t even care. Because by morning, she texts me right when she wakes and it turns into a full day of sexual banter.
“You better hurry and get dressed,” I tell her as I drop the used condom into the trash and pull on a pair of black boxer briefs.
She’s still sprawled out on the bed, her pale skin slightly reddened everywhere I kissed her from the stubble on my face. Her dark hair is in a wild mess on the pillow and her pouty lip is jutted out. My dick responds to her sexy little mouth.
“Keep looking at me like that with your gorgeous lips looking wet and tempting, and we’ll never make it to the restaurant in time,” I tell her with a wicked grin. “Besides, we need to celebrate. That idiot finally gave you your money back and you are free.”
At this, she smiles. “He looked scared. And his stupid neighbor girlfriend wisely sat in the car.”
I pull on my jeans and toss her the black inside-out leggings she was wearing earlier. “Well, you were holding a container of bologna like it was a bomb about to detonate. I’m not sure he knew what you planned to do with it, but he wasn’t taking any chances.”
Her giggles warm me as she slides out of the bed. I crave to bite her cute little ass but before I have a chance, she’s slipping on a pair of pink lacy panties. “I gave him the stink-eye, huh? He was scared of me,” she tells me in a smug voice.
I toss her sweater at her and then look for my black thermal shirt. By the time I’m fully dressed, she’s nearly clothed as well.
“I’m sorry but why you ever dated that washed up loser is beyond me. It was like you had an uncle fetish and you settled on him to fulfill said fetish,” I tell her, wagging my eyebrows.
“Gross,” she says and pretends to gag. “He does kind of look like someone’s uncle, though.”
After we’re both dressed, I snag her wrist and pull her to me. The air still smells like sex, and I fucking love it. I’ve never been so damned happy in all my life. Back when I dated Chelsea, I thought I was happy. Little did I realize, I wasn’t even close.
With Dani, I smile non-stop. She makes me laugh and appreciate the smallest things, like her tiny sighs and whispered apologies. I like listening to her throaty voice chatting about her day after I’ve made love to her. I like how her fingernails—now a nude polish but still chipped—run through my hair as she scratches my scalp when we’re just lying in bed together. She soothes parts of me I didn’t know were upset. Her presence warms parts of me that I didn’t realize where cold and bitter.
We’re all flirting and laughter as we drive to the restaurant where we’re meeting Roman and Andie. Dani thought it would be fun for us all to get together. But as soon as we trot up to the restaurant with Dani tucked against my side and under my arm, I can’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea.
Roman is scowling with his arms crossed.
Andie glares at him as if he shit in her food.
I mean, the first and only time they “met” was when Roman knocked Dani down while he was shitfaced. I can see why there might be bad blood between them.
“Why the long faces?” Dani questions, her voice strained.
Roman lets out a growl. “Your friend thinks it’s funny to kick people she doesn’t like.”
Andie scoffs and flips him off. “You were on your phone. Not paying attention. And wham!” She claps her leather-gloved hands together for effect. “Slammed right into me. Now my ass is wet from falling in the snow!”
He glowers at her. “And when I offered my hand to help you back up,” he snaps through clenched teeth, “you fucking kicked me. Again.”
Andie smirks and shrugs. “You deserved it. Payback from last time.”
“But you also kicked me last time. When does it end, woman?” he roars.
Dani tenses in my arms. Things are escalating quickly. I need to get them to chill the fuck out. “All right, you two. Into the restaurant. Both of you need a drink. We can all be friends here. No phones,” I order to my brother. Then I make eye contact with Andie. “And no kicking. Let’s be friends.”
They both huff and stomp into the restaurant.
Dani looks up at me with a frown on her face. “Gah, I don’t like that they hate each other.”
My brows furrow and I dust some falling snow off her cheek. “It’s just one dinner. If they get too bad, I’ll send Roman home.”
She seems satisfied with my answer and we head inside, hand in hand. The restaurant is also a bar. It’s swanky and dark. The lights are low and candles are o
n each table. With the dark mahogany of the furniture, it’s easy to feel like you’re in some cave or something. We settle into the booth where Andie and Roman are sitting an exaggerated distance apart on the same side. Dani and I slide in across from them, and she practically sits in my lap with her leg draped over my thigh.
“You guys look so happy,” Andie says in a sugary sweet voice. “Dani did well. You’re a thoughtful gentleman.” Her eyes cut over to my brother. “Unlike some assholes around here.”
Roman growls, but she isn’t awarded his answer because a waitress shows up.
“What can I get you all?” she questions, chomping noisily on her gum.
Dani pipes up. “Shots of tequila all around. This group needs it. Then bring two vodka tonics for the ladies.” Andie raises her eyebrows in surprise at Dani ordering for them. I squeeze Dani’s leg supportively because she looks so cute when she gets all confident and takes charge.
“I’ll take a Jack and Coke,” I tell the server.
“Same,” Roman grumbles. “Make mine a double.”
The woman bounces off and Andie rolls her eyes. “Here we go.”
Before they have another shouting match, I shove menus in front of them. “Find something to eat, and for the love of God, don’t talk to each other.”
Dani laughs and thus begins our night.
Two hours later, a belly full of food, and more alcohol than four adults should consume, things are much lighter. Instead of being hateful, Andie and Roman have taken to slinging hilarious insults at each other that have the four of us laughing. It’s progress.
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