Last Call (4 page)

“Watching you come just about pushed me over. Give me a minute so I can last more than one stroke inside you.” His husky voice rumbled the bed and brought goose bumps to her abdomen. He kissed the inside of each thigh, then the apex between, and she let her head drop back onto the pillows.

Joanne managed another whimper, glad for a chance to refocus. She lay in a limp pool of satisfied woman while he licked each of her fingers clean, then his own, before rolling on a condom.

He leaned over her and spoke against her lips, holding her gaze captive. “Joanne, I’ve wanted inside you since you dropped that damn bubblegum.” He probed her entrance with the head of his cock.

With a smile, she took his lower lip between her teeth and pulled. “Then do it. Let me feel you.”

He slid inside her with a long, smooth stroke. Her toes curled, and she dug all ten fingers into his back. When fully seated, he remained still, his cock throbbing inside her and his breath coming fast against her lips. “Fuck.”

She would agree if she could make any noise but the low moan that rolled out of her mouth. Her walls stretched around him, still reeling from her orgasm and hypersensitive to each pulse from within. She squeezed him, glorying in his girth, which seemed to spur him into action. With his forehead pressed to hers, she couldn’t avoid his eyes. He cradled her face reverently and began a torturously slow rhythm that made her imagine a sensuous jazz bass accompaniment. His hips rotated and pushed against hers, and she arched to meet each thrust.

“You’re beautiful, Josie.”

She allowed her eyes to slide closed, savoring his words. She hadn’t felt beautiful in so long. Refusing to think of the insults thrown at her over the past year in Andrew’s employ—and even as his girlfriend—Joanne relished each stroke inside her and each ego-stroke to her ears.

“Look at me.”

She opened her eyes to meet his, a cool blue, yet simmering with emotion. “You’re beautiful. Sexy…” he continued. “Funny. Smart.” He licked her lips. “And you feel damn good around me. If there’s a man out there who can’t appreciate you for all that I can already see, then he’s a fool that you’re better off without.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to kiss her. She poured all of her frustration and desperation into the kiss. With a swipe of her tongue, she thanked him for his words and another for his actions.

His tempo increased. Long, hard, pumping strokes that moved them both up the sheets. She held on to his tight ass, matching each stroke until her toes tickled with the stirrings of another release.

“Oh God…Eric…” She hooked her ankles around his knees and arched her back as the second wave hit her.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He groaned and threw his head back, his teeth bared, his eyes wild.

Eric’s loss of control filled her with almost as much pride as his complimentary words. When she felt his cock pulsing his orgasm, Joanne smiled.

Rather than collapsing on top of her or rolling over to fall asleep, he kissed her. He didn’t turn on the television. He captured her mouth in a celebratory kiss that almost brought a tear to her eye. The only way she knew to thank him was to kiss him back.

Before he grew soft, he pulled out and disposed of the condom. “How are you feeling?” He ran one long finger along her cheekbones and lips.

She sighed and stretched all four limbs before making herself comfortable against him. “Wonderful.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. “Hang on. I’ve got an idea.” He rolled out of bed, ignoring her protesting whine.

What a body. Thighs and calves that looked like they should be immortalized and carved out of stone, a tight ass, narrow hips and a broad back. He walked through her tiny apartment, totally comfortable with his nudity, which was sexy in itself. He opened a few cupboards until he found the few glasses she’d left out of storage, filled one with water and returned to bed.

The front view was even better. Hair swirled in a mesmerizing pattern from his collarbone to taper off above his abdomen, leaving a trail to his manhood. Joanne smacked her lips.

“Here. Drink this. Might give you a chance at not feeling too shitty in a few hours.”

She sat up and drank dutifully, nurturing the warm fuzzy feeling of being cared for. Even if it was just for one night.

He took the glass back to the sink, and Joanne watched every sinuous move. She couldn’t keep the smile from her face when he returned to the bed.

“Will you stay?” She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him against her, and they flopped together in the middle of the bed.

“Will you have me?”

“I want you.”

“Mm, then I’ll stay.”

Joanne pulled the sheet over their entwined bodies and snuggled back against him. The man had the perfect body to make her feel safe and desired. Broad shoulders, a hard chest and thick arms that she could snuggle against and not even miss her fluffy pillow.

She’d promised him no regrets, but if she was honest with herself, she’d admit that tomorrow night she was going to miss falling asleep just…

like…

this.

Chapter Three

Not a smart move, Layton.

Eric woke a few hours later with Joanne attached to his chest and his arm numb from lack of circulation. Although he couldn’t help smiling, his brain and emotions were at odds. He’d never been a big fan of one-night stands, especially sex with a stranger. Hell, who would be in this day and age? His last no-strings-attached encounter had occurred two years ago, and it left such a bad taste, he’d never wanted to try it again.

Now here he was, watching this woman sleep, and dreading the impending morning-after regrets. He discarded the notion of sneaking out as quickly as it entered his mind. With what she’d gone through the day before, waking up alone would be the kicker.

The funny thing was, he didn’t want to go. He wanted to know more about her. What kind of job did she lose yesterday? Did she grow up in the area? He almost chuckled out loud when he pictured her with skinned knees and pigtails. He wanted to meet her brother and find out how they remained so close over the years. He wanted to meet her mother and find out why Joanne wanted to hide her wild side.

Holy shit. He wanted to meet her mother? He shook his head to clear it.
Where the hell did that come from?
Ten hours ago, he’d fallen asleep in his own bed. Alone. And this morning, he had a sexy-as-hell woman tangled up with him. In more ways than one.

Not the best way to begin a relationship. And what would she think? She’d agreed to a carefree encounter. No regrets. Dare he ruin that by suggesting more?

Just a phone number even. He laughed quietly. He already had her phone number, and whether she knew it or not, she had his as well. He kissed the top of her head. He’d have to remind her to charge her phone.

Climbing into her bed last night might not have been his smartest move, but it just might work out okay.

As if his thoughts roused her, she curled her hand, twining her fingers through his chest hair, then moved south. He held his breath.

His cock anticipated her actions and went from morning wood to armed and dangerous in two seconds. Her palm rubbed from head to balls, then she wrapped her fingers around him.

“It wasn’t a dream?”

He grinned. “Not in a literal sense.”

“You’re still here.”

Which made him feel like shit for thinking about leaving. “Yep. How do you feel?”

“I feel…” She gave him one long stroke before groaning hungrily. “I feel excellent.”

“God yes, you do. Keep feeling, Josie.” He forced his hips to stay steady, though he wanted to pump into her dainty hand until he found release.

He felt her smile against his chest. “I’ve always wanted a nickname.”

“You can keep it. No charge.”

That husky laugh was back, and as if he wasn’t hard enough, that sound made his cock jerk in her hand.

“Oh, but I really should compensate you somehow.”

Eric forgot what they’d been talking about for a moment. “You…uh…do what you feel you have to.”

“Mm, what I feel, huh?” She released his cock only to lick her hand and return.

“Fuck.”

She ran her thumb along the ridge, swirling a delicious pattern down the top of his cock, then pushed her hand down his length with just enough friction to make him clench his ass cheeks.

“God, that feels good. I love your hands.”

Slowly, fluidly, she moved up over him and threw one leg over his shoulder until she ended up facing his groin and straddling his chest. She slid her legs under his arms until she was crouched over his dick and breathing hot air into his pubes. “You smell like me.”

With her ass high and pussy hovering right over his chin, he could inhale that musky scent of sex himself. “Mm, I love that smell.” He braced his hands on her ass cheeks and spread her glistening sex open.

He urged her closer, and just as he lifted his head to smother himself with her juices, she took his cock into her mouth. This time he couldn’t help but buck his hips, shoving farther into her hot mouth.

Joanne rumbled a deep voice in her throat, sending a low vibration down his cock to his balls. He answered with a hum, his tongue against her clit. Her body jerked, but he held tight. She stroked, and he pushed both thumbs inside her, taking advantage of her body’s movements.

The world around him could have gone up in flames and he wouldn’t know it. With her pussy on his face and his dick in her mouth, he was overwhelmed by each movement. She’d go down, and he’d press in. Back up and he was tickling her clit with flicks of his tongue. He matched her speed, and when she moaned in pleasure, he echoed that too.

When her rhythm turned erratic, he knew she was close. Ignoring the sweet suction on his cock, he focused on her needs. Thrusting, licking, nipping, he desperately wanted this close-up view of her orgasm. He spread her lips with both thumbs, and licked a long path along her opening, tilting the tip of his tongue on her clit on his way past. Back and forth he licked, then pushed his tongue deep, loving the hot clamp around it.

With a shriek, she arched her back, letting his cock slip free to cool in the air just as a ray of morning sun shone in a skewed rectangle on her shoulders. He watched every squirming move she made, loving the way her hips ground onto his face and the way her hair swayed, reflecting the rising sun.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back until he could rest his head on the pillow. He brought both hands around her thighs, opened her lips and rubbed her clit.

She’d braced one hand on his chest and hovered over him, moving her hole over his mouth, grinding her clit into his hands. He continued eating her, thinking he might be able to do this for hours on end. Then she stilled, suspended over his face until her walls squeezed around his tongue, and he covered her with his open mouth so that he wouldn’t miss a thing. He stroked her through each wave, drinking down her orgasm as if it were a precious treat.

Her release was silent and still, but it rocked his world. A thick drop of pre-come oozed from his cock to pool on his stomach. He was so hard he hurt.

“Condoms?”

Somewhere in the tangle of sheets lay the rest of the strip of condoms. He patted down as far as he could reach, and she fumbled with the rest, finally coming up triumphant. He rubbed her back as she rolled one on, and he thought he’d pass out when she rose up to her knees, crawled down his body, and took him inside, leaving him with the view of her smooth back and luscious ass.

Christ, she was hot. Soft and hot and tight. She surrounded him. Choking the life out of his cock. He took her hips in his hands and guided her up, pulling out to her opening, then shoved back in. Each stroke was a struggle. He wanted desperately inside her, only to pull out from the intense pleasure.

Again.

And again. With measured, choppy strokes, she impaled herself on him, only to rise and drop again. Even though he couldn’t see her breasts or watch her face, her ass was so perfectly round and feminine as she moved with a fluid grace, each gyration looked as good as it felt.

His body seemed to swell. From the tips of his earlobes to the ends of his toenails there was a pulsing energy swirling, racing toward his center.

“Josie…baby.” He reached around to her clit to rub and pull along with her movements.

She reached up to cup her breasts and continued her ride.

He groaned. “So fucking beautiful.”

“It is. Please don’t stop.”

He’d go on forever if he could, but his end was rushing toward him. He used the middle fingers of one hand to bring her with him. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he surged up into her and pressed her onto his pelvis.

He was a little surprised that the force of his release didn’t shoot the condom to bits. His whole body pulsed in ecstasy. When his head stopped buzzing, and she’d dropped forward to brace her hands on his knees, he resumed his plea.

“Come for me, Josie. Let me feel you.”

“Mmmm.”

He took his time. Uncaring if his cock softened inside her, as semen dripped out of the rubber and down between his legs, he continued. “Lie back. Relax…enjoy.” He guided her down, until she lay on his chest. Her neck arched over his shoulder, and his cock slipped from her sheath.

“Tell me what you like,” he whispered into her ear. His right hand covered her breast, and his left hand teased her nub.

“That. Yes…don’t stop that.”

“What else? Tell me so I can know you.”

“With your hand. Do the…ah…yeah, do that circling move.”

He followed her instructions, using her slick cream to slide over her entrance. “How about your breasts? Do you like them caressed? Pulled? Pinched?” He nibbled her ear and tried all three.

“Roll my nipple like you’re…oh, like that.”

Her nipples were already stiff, and he ached to taste them. To pull them into his mouth and suck until she screamed.

“Show me.” He took both her hands in his and used them as extensions of his own. “Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

“Please don’t stop. I’m so close.” She panted.

“Then come for me. Teach me your favorite move.”