Last Call (3 page)

"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 hands 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.