Drunk Dial

My heart hammered against his as we stumbled toward my bedroom.

  We barely came up for breath, stopping only so that Landon could rip the T-shirt off of me. With just my underwear on, I was practically naked as he fisted my hair then wound it through his fingers.

  “I love this fucking hair,” he said as he tugged on it to bend my head back so that he could devour my neck. He wove his fingers deeper into my long tresses as the sucking intensified.

  He then lowered his head down to my breasts and took my nipple between his teeth before clamping down on it. He smiled over my skin as I flinched from the pleasurable pain. His rough hand palmed the opposite breast, squeezing my tender skin.

  I loved that he wasn’t going easy on me, that he knew I could handle this. Then again, I really couldn’t picture being with him in any other way. He was a sexual force to be reckoned with.

  My clit was swollen from his teasing my breasts. My panties were soaked. Feeling desperate, I grabbed his chin, leading his mouth back up toward mine so that I could taste him again. Taking his tongue ring between my teeth, I gently pulled on it. He moaned into my mouth and kissed me even harder, this time pressing his erection into me as he whispered into my mouth, “Feel that.”

  Nothing was left to the imagination now. He was massive. I could feel his cock hot and throbbing against me, and it seemed to take up a good portion of his upper thigh. Just the thought of what it would feel like inside of me made me wetter.

  I brazenly pressed my clit up against his jeans and rubbed myself over his cock. He wrapped both of his hands firmly around my ass and guided me as I continued to grind over him through our clothes.

  “I can feel how wet you are through my pants. Holy shit.” He let out a shaky breath into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good but keep that up, and you’re about to get fucked in two seconds.”

  “That’s what I want.”

  When I looked up at him and smiled, I could see the visceral need in his glassy eyes. They were filled with lust and practically fucking me all their own.

  Landon pulled at the side of my underwear then slipped two of his fingers underneath the elastic. I pulsated around him as he slowly sank them inside of me. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt my wet heat for the first time. This made me realize more than ever how badly I needed more. Tightening my muscles, I squeezed against his fingers as he moaned in response.

  He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me before kneeling down. He slid my panties down before tossing them aside but stayed on his knees as he buried his face between my legs. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he unapologetically worked his tongue around my pussy, the coolness of his metal tongue ring enhancing the arousal. Bending my head back, I realized that I could’ve easily come.

  His muffled sounds vibrated through my core as he used his entire face to ensure that my tender clit experienced unprecedented pleasure. At one point, he stopped and looked up at me before slowly standing up and unbuckling his pants. He whipped his belt across the room then lowered his zipper.

  Panting, I watched as his jeans fell to the ground before he kicked them aside. When he slipped his shirt off, I marveled at the sight of his rock-hard, tattooed chest, getting an up close and personal look at it like never before. His body was like a chiseled canvas of fine art, a pure delight for my eyes. I wanted to lick a line down the happy trail of hair dividing his lower ab muscle.

  He was standing before me in nothing but his black boxer briefs. The material did nothing to mask the outline of his package. The tip of his cock was sticking out at the top, and I could see his shiny piercing for the first time in the flesh.

  I licked my lips in anticipation as he placed his hands on his waistband and slowly lowered his briefs, causing his cock to spring forward in all of its glory. That sight brought me to my knees both literally and figuratively.

  Unable to resist, I wrapped my hand around his hot flesh, relishing the silky feel of his shaft. Yearning to lick the small bead of precum surrounding the piercing, I swirled my tongue around his thick crown as if it was slowly dancing around the cock ring. He tasted delicious. I couldn’t say that anything had ever given me more pleasure than this. Unable to stop, I began to take him deeper as he gathered my hair in his hand so that he could watch his cock moving in and out of my mouth.

  He bent his head back. “Fuck. Don’t try to tell me you don’t know what you’re doing. This feels incredible.”

  With his cock still filling my mouth, I smiled up at him. His eyelids tightened as he reluctantly pulled himself away.

  He helped me up then said, “I can’t wait another second. I’m going to fuck you so good, Rana.” Pressing his gloriously hard body against my breasts, he leaned his weight into me until I fell back onto the bed. This was one moment I was grateful to live alone, because I knew this was going to be loud.

  Nudging my legs open, he looked at me intently in a silent warning before he entered me in one hard thrust that made me gasp.

  The bed shook, and my headboard banged against the wall as he fucked me relentlessly. When you waited as long as we did, there was no easing into things. The friction alone from his thick shaft moving in and out of me was like nothing I’d ever felt. Landon fucked like a champ—totally focused and with his entire body.

  The sex I’d had in my teens was just about a means to an end with no regard for my pleasure. For Landon, sex wasn’t about just sticking his dick inside of me and moving it in and out. We were connected in every way possible. His hands were locking mine in place to help me hold on for the ride. His tongue was tasting me with the same synchronicity as the movements of his body. Occasionally, he’d break away to gently bite me, which always felt like he was staking his claim in some way. And his cock penetrated me so deeply that I knew I would be sore tomorrow.

  I couldn’t wait for him to come, to feel that explosion of his desire inside of me.

  “You thought you’d be too wet for me, huh? I love your come all over my dick, baby. Feels better than anything.”

  My toes were curling from the intensity of his thrusts. I loved the feel and sound of his balls slapping against my ass.

  This was what it was like to be truly fucked.

  His hips moved in a circular motion as he slowed himself down. “I have to slow down, or I’ll explode.”

  “I’m ready,” I whispered.

  He challenged me. “Yeah?”

  I gripped his ass. “Yeah.”

  He began to pound into me even harder than before as he shot his load. As soon as I felt the warmth of his cum, my muscles tensed around him in climax. And then I finally understood what he meant when he explained what it feels like when he comes, that his mind goes blank. That was exactly what happened to me. All of the worries in the world just disappeared into him for a moment.

  He stayed over me, his dick remaining hard and hot inside of me. Our foreheads were touching, and our breathing was still heavy. I didn’t know how I had lived so long without experiencing this.

  I tried to thwart my mind’s attempts to think about the women he’d been with. Now that I’d experienced being with him, I was even more jealous of anyone who had come before me and hoped that none had experienced exactly what I just did. Because it felt like so much more than sex.

  When he finally moved off of me, I didn’t like it. I wanted to stay connected in his warmth.

  “I have a confession,” he said as he slipped a sheet over us and drew me into him. Once again, my body was happy.

  “What?”

  “Don’t kill me.”

  “What did you do, Landon?”

  “I saw you dance tonight.”

  “How?”

  “I selfishly wanted to see you in action without you knowing that I was watching you. I sat in the corner of the restaurant so you couldn’t see me.”

  “Oh, my God.” I straightened up. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were there.”

  “I had my hat pulled down over my face. I figured if you noticed me, I
would go with it and reveal myself. But since you didn’t, I just decided to enjoy watching you like everyone else.”

  My cheeks felt flush. “What did you think?”

  “It was more than I ever envisioned. You were amazing. Every movement was in step with the music perfectly. Everyone in that room just wanted a piece of your spirit, of your beauty. I can’t believe I don’t get to experience watching you all of the time. I’d be front and center every damn night if I could. I’d do nothing else. I didn’t expect to feel so damn proud of you. It was hard not to run onto the dance floor. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so fucking magical.”

  “Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t know you were there because there is no way I could’ve focused. How did you get there from the airport?”

  “I rented a car. So no more bus for a few days.”

  I was starting to ruminate a bit.

  He examined my face. “What are you thinking right now?”

  “I feel like I have so many thoughts and feelings at the tip of my tongue, but nothing is coming out, and I am just gonna burst.”

  “If you can’t find the words, you can use that tongue any other way you want. And I can definitely relate to the feeling of needing to burst. It’s why I flew all this way. In all seriousness, Rana, whatever you’re worried about right now, just get it the fuck out of your mind, okay?”

  “Okay,” I whispered.

  “I didn’t come here to force you into talking about any heavy stuff or anything. A man doesn’t randomly shut down his business in the middle of the lunch hour and run home to book a plane ticket to fly across country because he wants to make trouble. I came for two things.”

  My heart was ready to explode. “Yeah?”

  “The first is obvious. But the second and most important is to tell you in person that I am totally in love with you, Rana Saloomi. Because that just doesn’t seem like something you say over the phone. I fucking love you.”

  He cradled my face in his hands and planted a long kiss on my lips. I broke away prematurely because I needed to reciprocate his sentiments.

  “I love you, too. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” The words couldn’t come out of my mouth fast enough. All I’d been waiting for was for him to say it first, but I’d felt it for a very long time.

  “Well, I’ll take that and run with it.” He held me tight. “You know, I really liked you when we were kids. You entertained me, and I thought you were probably the coolest girl I had ever met. But I’m not gonna lie and say I’ve always loved you. I haven’t loved you until recently. I fell in love hard with the flawed girl who drunk dialed me and makes me laugh. I think I realized it the night I confessed my past to you in L.A. Because I’d never been more scared of losing someone in my life.”

  I wiped a tear from my eye. “Thank you for liking me then but especially for loving me now—even with all of my crazy.”

  “I couldn’t imagine you without your crazy. It’s my crazy now.” He snapped his finger. “I forgot I brought you a present.”

  I gawked at his naked, muscular ass as he walked over to his jacket and took something out.

  He returned to the bed. “I bought this for you out in California. I wanted to get you something. And this totally reminded me of you.”

  It was a white box that said Pandora in gold lettering on it, so I knew that brand was pretty pricey. Inside was a silver bangle bracelet with two blue-colored, round beads.

  “It’s beautiful, Landon!”

  He opened the clasp and placed it around my wrist. “I figured we could build upon it over time, kind of like our relationship as a whole. But I started with these two beads because they reminded me a lot of us thus far. Any guesses why I chose them?”

  Then it hit me.

  Two blue balls.

  NO MORE SECRETS

  “I’m doing it! I’m really doing it!” I shouted as we made our way around the circular path for the umpteenth time.

  Landon had decided that his first order of business in Michigan was to teach me how to drive. He was totally amused that I was having so much fun. Granted, with no other cars around, there really wasn’t anything to be scared of.

  “Slow down a bit, baby. The turns don’t need to be that sharp.”

  Landon had taken me to the nearly empty parking lot of the mall we used to frequent growing up. The shopping center had closed down years ago, and they never rebuilt. The area was like a ghost town, and some of the old store signs were still intact even though the building was boarded up. But he was intent on running my driving lesson at this exact place.

  I turned another corner. “Woohoo!”

  “Go a little easier on the gas.”

  “I think I might be ready to try the street.”

  Landon seemed skeptical. “Let’s stick with step one today. Once you really get the hang of it and ease up on the lead foot, we’ll take you out on the road. We might not get to do that before I leave, but I promise to finish what I started.”

  Screeching to a halt, I put the car in park before turning off the ignition. “How long are you here? You never said.”

  “A few days. I couldn’t leave the truck for much longer than that on such short notice. My coming out here was really impulsive, and I didn’t take care of everything I needed to before I left.”

  Turning my body toward him, I took his hand. “Long-distance relationships don’t have a very good track record, do they?”

  “Well, I’m counting on this not being forever.” He looked down at his phone and grimaced.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “My mother just texted me to confirm tonight. I sort of told my parents I’d go visit them.”

  Disappointed at the prospect of not spending time with him later, I frowned. “Oh.”

  “I want you to come with me. I want them to know about us.”

  A rush of panic hit me. “You do?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t know how they’ll react to me.”

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  “What do they know about your…” I hesitated. “Life in California?”

  “If you’re asking whether they know about the escort stuff, they don’t. I never had the nerve to tell them, and I really don’t think anyone benefits from them knowing. My mother would be devastated. My relationship with my parents has been strained pretty much from the moment I decided that I wanted to move out west in search of Beverly. They’re good people, and I know they love me and mean well, but I’ve sort of unintentionally distanced myself from them since moving. I do regret that and figured the least I could do is visit them while I’m out here.”

  “When was the last time you saw them?”

  “About a year ago, they came out for a visit over Christmas. But before that, it had been a couple of years.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah. I need to work on being a better son.” Landon squeezed my hand. “So, you’ll come with me, right?”

  Sucking up my insecurity, I smiled. “Yeah…sure.”

  I let out a deep breath as we stood in front of his parents’ house. It was emotional for me to be back at the place where it all started with Landon so many years ago.

  He rubbed my back. “Don’t be nervous. It’ll be fine.”

  “They’re gonna freak out when they realize who I am.”

  “Well, then, that’s their problem if they do.”

  Marjorie Roderick answered the door and immediately pulled Landon into a hug. “Landon...honey, welcome home. It’s so good to see you, son.”

  “You, too, Mom.”

  With short, blonde hair, Landon’s mother had a very all-American look. She really hadn’t changed all that much. She had to have been in her late fifties or early sixties now.

  She looked at me. “I didn’t realize you were bringing a friend.”

  “Yes. She’s the reason I’m in Michigan.” Landon smiled at me reassuringly and paused. “It’s Rana, Mom. You
remember her…”

  She squinted, examining my face. “Rana? Rana…Saloomi?”

  Grinning nervously, I shrugged. “Yes, it’s me.” My jitters caused words to stumble out. “I’ve…had a nose job.”

  I probably shouldn’t have just come out and said that. But I was so nervous and figured I would just address it head-on.

  Marjorie leaned in to hug me. “Oh, my. You look so…”

  “Different, yes,” I said.

  “I was going to say beautiful. But you always were, honey.”

  “Well, thank you.”

  Marjorie looked at her son. “But admittedly, I’m confused…”

  “I can understand that,” I said.

  Landon finally offered the explanation she was waiting for. “We reconnected this past year, started talking on the phone. And then Rana came out to visit me in Cali. The rest is history. Now, she’s my girlfriend.”

  It warmed me to hear Landon call me that. Even though he’d told me he loved me, it was the first time he’d labeled me his girlfriend.

  As expected, she seemed genuinely shocked. “Wow. This is just so unexpected, but honestly…anything that brings Landon back to Michigan for a visit is a great thing in my book.”

  Landon’s father, Jim, entered the room.

  “Son!”

  Landon and he embraced and patted each other firmly on the back.

  “Hey, Dad. Missed you.”

  Marjorie introduced me. “Jim, you remember Rana Saloomi, don’t you…from years back?”

  Jim looked stunned. “Well, I’ll be damned. You look completely different.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  “Landon and Rana have reconnected. They’re dating.”

  I felt the need to immediately address the elephant in the room with Landon’s dad. “I’m very sorry for what happened years ago, the way my parents left the apartment.”

  Jim lifted his hand up to stop me from going on about it any further “You don’t need to apologize for that. It wasn’t your fault.”

  Marjorie added, “You were always very respectful. We never blamed you. I actually remember feeling sad for Landon because he’d lost a friend when you left.”