TAKE ME TO YOUR ROOM
Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, worried that something had happened to Landon.
I didn’t know if it was some kind of post-traumatic stress from the skateboarding accident experience or what.
Maybe this was just the norm when you loved someone, when the love was new, and perhaps, when you felt undeserving. So, you worried that the universe would somehow take it all away from you.
Of course, Landon and I hadn’t told each other we loved each other in so many words yet. I wasn’t sure if that mattered, because when it came to him, I definitely felt the love. The formality never seemed significant.
Still, I had my moments of paranoia and one particular night, it was at full force. Landon hadn’t answered my last few texts that day, and I had to go to work carrying the weight of my worry on my shoulders.
I will never forget that night. Dancing and trying to put on a happy face is not easy when you’re consumed with worry. At the same time, the fear permeating me had forced me to connect even more deeply than usual to the music. All I could allow myself to focus on was the rhythm. If I started to ruminate and overthink things, I wouldn’t have been able to get through the routines.
By the time I got home, I knew it was going to be a sleepless night if Landon didn’t call me back.
Finally, shortly after midnight, my phone chimed. I jumped up to read it.
Landon: I’m sorry, baby. My phone wasn’t receiving texts.
Typing faster than I could think, I wrote back.
Rana: You had me worried. It’s not like you not to respond. I thought maybe you got hurt again or something.
Landon: I didn’t see your message until now.
Rana: Your phone is broken?
Landon: Fuck…I don’t know how to lie to you.
Rana: What? Why do you have to lie to me?
Landon: Because if I tell the truth, I’d have to admit that my phone wasn’t working because I was on a plane. And if I admit that I was on a plane then I have to admit that I caved and did something I promised you I would never do, which is to show up unannounced at your door.
My heartbeat accelerated, and the butterflies in my stomach came alive all at once as I flew out of bed and raced to my door.
Landon’s backpack dropped to the ground before he took me in his arms. It always surprised me how easily I could cry when it came to him. I almost never cried about anything before the past several months. But being in his arms again now, knowing that he’d come all this way, definitely brought out the waterworks.
He spoke into my neck, “I had to see you.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I treasured the warmth of his body and the sandalwood scent of his cologne.
He’s really here.
“I was so worried.”
I raked my fingers along the back of his head before sliding my hands down his back. I’d forgotten how amazing the contours of his muscular body felt. Maybe touching him felt even more amazing this time because there was no part of me holding back anymore, and I was now truly allowing every sensation in that touching him ignited. I could also feel a difference in him, in the way he was holding me. The resistance that existed back in California was no longer. He was allowing himself to fully surrender to the physical attraction between us.
The second he pulled back from our embrace, he wasted no time lowering his lips to mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a desperate need to taste. The familiar, sugary flavor of his breath became the only oxygen I needed. I was completely addicted to it.
His hands were all over me as the kissing intensified. He squeezed my ass, and I could feel my arousal pooling between my legs as my body readied for what it knew damn well was coming.
“Take me to your room,” he growled against my lips, pressing his body farther into me.
This was really happening.
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.