Last Call Page 2

"Didn't I warn you about these drinks?"

  She tossed the cup over her shoulder, grabbed Lucas by the collar, and kissed him as she pressed her breasts against his body. When he finally returned her kiss, his tongue tasted like paradise.

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  A fist hammered the bathroom door. "Anybody in here?"

  Sophie's eyes popped open, dreams of the beach crumbled from the backs of her eyelids. Heat flushed through her chest, and to her surprise, sweet aches tantalized her pussy. She found herself leaned over with her chin propped in her hands and her elbows resting on her bare knees. Words stuck to her dry tongue when she opened her mouth.

  "Nobody's ever in here," somebody muttered. The door squealed inward.

  "Hold on!" Sophie stood up, the cool toilet seat peeling away from her ass. She crashed against the side of the stall, her legs numb and knees wobbling, with panties cuffed about her ankles.

  "Shit, sorry." The door slammed shut. "Bar's closed by the way. So, hurry up in there, alright?"

  Warm needles coursed through her numb legs and stabbed through her soles as she fought for her balance. She braced herself against the stall, peeled the waxy liner off her ass, praying it didn't rip after every loud crinkle. Shame branded her cheeks as she pulled up her panties. She'd never fallen asleep in a public bathroom before and she sure as hell didn't plan on updating her Facebook status with this event. She rolled her eyes at her watch after some sloppy math revealed she'd been sleeping for well over an hour.

  Sophie approached the sink shrouded by the dreary emptiness of sobriety. She washed her hands and briefly examined her makeup in the mirror. The damage was minor, considering she could have smeared her face away in her sleep. There was nothing that couldn't be fixed by a wet dab from her finger. Wilt curled the edges of the red flower falling from her hair, so she tossed it into the trash. Taking advantage of her privacy, she unhooked her garter belt and twisted the bothersome strap back into alignment. She sighed, not wanting to leave, but realizing her dilemma would only worsen if she stayed put. Running past him with her hands covering her face wasn't really an option, or was it?

  She cracked the door enough to peek out. Bright lights exposed cracked floor tiles and lacey looking water stains across the ceiling. Trader Mic's façade perished to reveal the dive it truly was.

  Lucas centered his attention on sweeping trash from a booth. The moment Sophie stepped clear of the bathroom he turned around smiling. "That was you in there? I thought you skipped out on your tab."

  "I'm really sorry. That was one hell of a drink."

  "I warned you, didn't I? What have you been doing in there this whole time? Please warn me now if you barfed. I hate cleaning that shit up."

  "I kind of fell asleep." She shrugged.

  "Well, at least that's better than driving off the road drunk." He balanced the broom against a table.

  "You do have a point there."

  "Are you okay to drive? I can call a cab for you."

  "No, I'm much better now, thanks to my nap. Just let me know how much I owe you, and then I'll get out of your hair"

  "Don't worry about it. I already closed out my register."

  "I'd hate for you to get in trouble. How much do I owe you, really?"

  "Look, I'll tell my boss that I had to throw you out because you couldn't hold your liquor." He winked as he laughed. "Besides, it wouldn't be the first time we tossed somebody out of this fine establishment."

  "Well, thank you" She returned his smile. "I'll be sure to write a good review for you on Yelp."

  "That would be great, thanks." He grabbed the broom and returned to work. "Good night."

  "Good night." Sophie walked toward the red exit sign, passing a row of dusty Tiki masks mounted along the wall. Remorse slowly faltered her steps. How could you be so stupid, she thought. You could have totally had him if you weren't so awkward.

  Pain bolted through her foot and twisted all her toes at once. "Ouch!" Sophie stumbled, losing one shoe. Somehow she caught her balance before falling against the door.

  "Whoa, are you all right?" Lucas dropped the broom and ran to her side.

  "Yeah, it's just a cramp in my foot." She leaned against the wall, raising her leg to rub her foot. She blushed before the words passed through her lips, "My legs fell asleep in the bathroom, and I think they're still kind of numb."

  Lucas quickly swallowed a snicker and offered a warm smiled instead. "Why don't you sit down for a moment and give your legs a chance to wake up?"

  Sophie couldn't believe she had to think twice about the offer. "That's probably a good idea, thanks." Another spasm bent her toes but she managed to smile through it.

  Lucas sat her at the closest table. "Want some coffee? It's fresh."

  "That would be great, thanks."

  "My pleasure." Lucas jogged behind the bar to where the dented coffee maker hissed in the corner. "This stuff is fantastic. My brother owns a coffee shop up in Portland and roasts it all himself."

  "I've never been to Portland." She smiled, wondering if his brother could possibly be any cuter than he was. "Seems too cold and rainy for me."

  "That's why I never moved there." He set a pair of steaming mugs on the table. "Cream and sugar?"

  "Yes, please." The delicious coffee scent perked open her eyes. "This smells amazing."

  "Wait 'til you taste it." Lucas dropped a pile of creamer and sugar packets in the middle of the table along with a few plastic swizzles. "All we have are the basics, none of those fancy coffee house syrups or crap like that."

  "No, no, this is fine. Thank you." Sophie ripped open a few packets, mixed them into her mug. A quick sip told her she needed more sugar.

  She cringed. Another cramp invaded the moment. This time it felt as if Jesus himself was hammering a spike up through her arch.

  "Damn," Sophie said, grabbing at her foot.

  "You don't wear heels very often, do you?" Lucas set down his drink.

  "Not really, but these seemed to go with the outfit."

  "You look great by the way." He leaned forward, his eyes lingering over her legs. "It's a bit over the top for a place like this, but I liked it. You had every old codger's head following you around, and mine too. I'll admit I was a bit sad when I thought you'd left and I never got your name."

  Sophie managed half a smile before another cramp scowled her red lips.

  "Where does it hurt?" Lucas scooted his chair towards her.

  "Right here." She squeezed her foot, pointing toward the arch with a high-gloss nail.

  He wrapped his hands around her foot, applying firm pressure to the cramp. He massaged the pain away with his thumbs, his touch radiating warmth through her stocking. "Does that feel better?"

  "Yes, that really does." Sophie lost herself amidst his curious gaze. Thumbs traced slow circles over her foot, calming the spasms deep among muscles and bone. Warmness traveled up her leg, tickled her inner thigh, then took her breath hostage. "Could you press a little bit harder," she whispered.

  "Of course." His fingers followed the seam dividing the heel of her stocking. "I could tell you don't wear heels much from the way you walked in here."

  "You did? I thought your back was turned."

  "Every good bartender keeps an eye on the door at all times." His hands floated to her ankle, continuing to work their magic. "Besides, I noticed the shoes right away."

  "Do you have some sort of thing for girl's shoes?" Sophie smirked.

  "Every guy has his thing." Lucas shrugged. "Some guys love tits, others love asses, and I just so happen to adore women with great legs. The shoes only help to compliment them, accentuating each muscle into perfect form, perfect like yours."

  Light twinkled in his eyes, broiled through her chest. "Thank you," she said, suddenly aware of how wet her panties had become.

  "Not a lot of girls go the distance like you, with this retro style I mean. Some of them go bare legged or wear cheap fishnets, but these, with the seams and all, they really define the look." His hand
s drifted along to her calf muscle where his grip firmed. "It really looks good on you."

  Sophie hesitated long enough. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, finally surrendering to the gravity luring her into his orbit. Her eyes drifted, met his for a sweet moment, and when he didn't pull away, she knew she had him right where she needed him. A soft moan parted his lips, his fingers squeezed her leg. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Desire bewitched her eyes. Immersed in the taste of his tongue, she pulled him closer. The cramps once plaguing her foot melted away as if vanquished by magic.

  Her hands glided downward, palms massaging his collarbone. Her fingers traced the contour of his chest beneath his shirt, making note of where each pectoral flexed before her thumbs brushed his nipples. Red nails circled excited skin, inviting him to return the favor.

  Lucas followed her lead. His hands flowed over her blouse and cupped her breasts. Bliss surged through her core, liberating her primal desires. She flowed from her chair to straddle him, pressed her groin over the fever pulsing beneath his jeans.

  He broke their kiss, his lips trailing soft kisses down her neck to her cleavage. His hands found her hips and pulled her closer against his lap so he could writhe in unison against her.

  Sophie loosened the top button of his shirt. Lucas paused, doubt raising his brow. "Are we really doing this?"

  "Are you seeing anybody?"

  "No, but that's not-"

  Sophie kissed him, her tongue severed his speech. She spoke, her lips brushing over his, "I'm totally down for this if you are." She slid off her top and cast it to the floor, revealing a black lace bra that accentuated her generous bust line.

  "I don't want to cause any regrets." His eyes fell captive to her hands rubbing her breasts, peeling back a lace edge to reveal an excited nipple.

  "My only regret would be not doing this." Sophie kissed his neck, licked his flesh, whispered past his ear, "I wanted you from the moment I first saw you."

  Her confession lifted invisible weight from her shoulders. Sophie ran her fingers through his hair, grappling his head toward her. His mouth explored her soft flesh; his tongue lapped away nervous sweat. Fingers softly twisted her nipples before steering them toward his eager mouth. His slick tongue traced every contour of excited flesh, every gentle lick ferried excitement through her spirit. Heat poured through her pussy, dampened her panties further, as anticipation haunted her clit.

  Lucas caressed her soft inner thigh. His fingers followed a garter beneath her skirt. Her mouth found his earlobe, lingered to nibble its flesh before following his jaw to greet his lips. Their tongues circled and danced, leaving neither's inner cheek unexplored. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her panties, slowly stroked the moist, swollen lips to her pussy. Desire raised every fine hair along her neck one after the other.

  Lucas slid a finger further, pausing to caress circles just inside her. Eagerness dripped down his knuckles, inviting deeper exploration. Moments later his middle finger discovered the rippled flesh defining her G-spot. His thumb hovered over her panties, bared against her stiffed clitoris. She rocked her hips forward to align his grip into perfection.

  Sophie unlatched her bra, then dropped it on the floor. She squeezed her breasts together, offering them for his consumption. She reached down, traced his cock beneath his jeans, pausing for a firm squeeze until she forced his moan. He laid his head back against the chair. She kissed along his neck, then brought up her arms to continue unbuttoning his shirt. The garment soon landed beside hers. Tribal flames running up Lucas's arm flowed down over his firm pectoral where they spiraled into extinction around his nipple. Her hands grazed his chest, savoring flesh raised over captured ink, and trailed down the thin path of dark hair leading under his waist band.

  Pleasure surged up through her body, soft moans escaped her. Delight glimmered in his eyes as he finally figured out the proper combination to gratify her with uncontrollable tremors.

  It had been far too long since a man had touched her as if he had known her since the beginning of time. His fingers melted into her, bringing forth early waves of climax. She wanted to release, to come so badly at his touch, but she fought the urge by squeezing her pussy around his fingers. "Not yet," a whisper slipped past her lips.

  Sophie softly pulled his hand away from her pussy, and brought it to her lips to suckle her own juices from each finger. She slid to her knees between his legs while never breaking her stare into his eyes. Her hands started at his knees, massaged their way up his thighs until they convened at the bulge beneath his zipper. Lucas rocked his hips up, making it easier for her to pull off his jeans. She was surprised to see he wasn't wearing any underwear, and if her instincts were right, he probably never did.

  She paused, taking in the sight of his hard cock rising up, twitching a bit from every heartbeat coursing through it. Sophie reached out, grabbed the base of his shaft with one hand and cupped his neatly shaved balls with the other. She savored the heat from his body, slowly stroking along his smooth skin. Lucas stared down her, softly chewing his lip. His cock bulged and flexed at her mercy. Sophie smiled not at him, but at his magnificent cock, which she could already imagine slipping inside her. She raised herself on her knees, ignored the cold flooring biting in, then leaned forward to kiss his cock.

  Sophie slid him inside her mouth, gradually accepting his length down her throat to the point which almost made her gag. Almost. She curbed the urge, pulling her head back until the head of his cock filled her mouth. Her tongue explored every contour and reveled in the lust searing from him. His moans made her wetter, his taste drove her mad. She refused to look up at his face, relying instead on memories of her dream along a painted beach. Softly she kissed each firm ball, sucking them one by one into her mouth to roll around with her tongue while she stroked his erection against her smooth cheek.

  Lucas gently lifted her head towards his, engaging her in a heated kiss. He stood, forcing her to stand as well, sliding off both her skirt and panties all at once. She started to unlatch a garter when he held her hand in his. "Please leave them on."

  She moved her hand away, kissing him instead of replying, and massaged his cock against her stomach. She turned slowly, stroking his cock past her thigh, then over her ass. Sophie bent over the bar table, caressing her ass while spreading her stance. Lucas dropped to his knees, shoved his mouth against her pussy, and sucked her clit between his lips. His tongue ran up through her slit, then found her asshole where it hovered before his mouth enveloped the puckered flesh. His fingers slipped inside again, stroking her in all the right places.

  Delightful stars danced through Sophie's vision. She grabbed a hold of the table to prevent an embarrassing spill onto the floor. Strong hands kneaded her ass as his tongue swirled inside her. No longer able to control her legs, Sophie fell against the cool table, her breath stolen away to the night.

  Lucas stood, pressed his swollen cock tip inside her, and robbed her of breathing again. Steadily he slid every thick inch inside until his hips pressed up against her ass. He fucked her slowly at first, like the perfect gentleman. She reached back to rub her clit and squeezed her pussy lips along his shaft.

  Lucas held her by the hips to press her as close against him as possible. His fervor escalated, every thrust pushed harder while his tempo escalated. Her head bobbed from impacts, numbness flushed all lingering pain from her toes. She imagined the gulls overhead, her feet sinking into sand, surf crashing against the shore, its mist cooling her.

  The zenith broke past her senses, quivering her lips between moans. Pleasure hastened, its trance captivated her with steady pressure until her orgasm broke free of her self-inflicted chains. Wave after wave of sweet release drenched her pussy, and dripped down her thighs.

  Sophie lay over the table panting, sharp edges were digging along her stomach but she barely noticed. Lucas took her hand, guided her toward the bar. When they were close enough he boosted her onto the counter.

  "Lay back." He smiled, his
voice relaxed.

  Trusting his every intent, she laid back on the cool, smooth surface, her dark hair spilling around her. Promise tingled her clit. He leaned to kiss her, his hands delighting her body. His kisses descended along her neck, over her collar bones, and hovered around her breasts sucking each nipple firm. His lips traveled down past her navel to her hips, sending soft thrills through her as they kissed their way over her garter strap, then followed the lacy dark border of her stocking toward her inner thigh.

  Sophie squirmed, every kiss across her upper-mid thigh tickling with more torture than pleasure. She clamped her mouth shut with both hands until she could no longer stand it, and she burst out giggling.

  "Too much?" He kissed slower, firmer.

  "Maybe a bit."

  "You're pretty ticklish?"

  "Maybe a bit." She stroked his hair, gently pressed his scalp, granting permission to continue.

  He kissed his way down her leg, clutched her by the foot. His thumbs kneaded thin silk against her foot; bit by bit friction radiated deeper through her leg, until it reached her slick pussy.

  "That's…amazing." Sophie sighed, rubbing her pussy in rhythm with his touch.

  Lucas massaged her other foot before climbing up onto the bar to be with her. He went down on her, his mouth amply making up for the delay to fuck her again. She came again before she knew what hit her, clawing at the bar, and nearly falling off the narrow edge.

  Lost in the moment she stared upward, a string of fairy lights twinkled between her and the ceiling. Her pussy had barely recovered when Lucas parted her legs. He slid into her deftly, taking advantage of the cum pouring from her to fuck her hard against the bar.

  She wrapped her legs tight around him, holding him close so she could feel every slap of his balls against her. He grabbed her ankles, lifted and spread her legs into the air. Every inch of him filled her to her maximum depth, completing her as no other person had before. She rubbed her pussy, slipped her fingers around their juncture to explore his exact point of entry. She rested her feet on his shoulders, marveling at the way he could kiss her insole and never skip a beat. He pressed her feet to his lips, kissed them from their heels to the tips of their toes, where he paused to inhale.