Last Call

by Olivia Brynn

  “One more thing, before this goes any further.”

  She raised an eyebrow.

  “My name isn’t Joe.”

  All that heat left her face. “It’s not?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh. Why did I call you Joe?”

  He shrugged. “I just didn’t correct you. My name is Eric Layton. I’m a firefighter and EMT for district four.”

  Joanne bobbed her eyebrows and took a new look at the man’s physique. “Well, that explains this body.”

  He winked. “And I’m not gay.”

  Joanne laughed, loud enough to wake Linda, but she didn’t care. Linda would understand. “Have five spare minutes?”

  “If we’re gonna do this, it’s going to take longer than five minutes.”

  She stared up at him. The seriousness behind his eyes, the desire. The soft-yet-firm set of his mouth. She licked her lips. “You want to?”

  He breathed a short laugh. “There’s a sexy-as-hell woman offering herself to me. Of course I want to. Especially if it will help rebuild her ego. I’m sworn to serve the citizens of this city, you know.”

  She burrowed back against him, and he wrapped around her in return. “So, Mr. Layton. You didn’t happen to take any Sexual Therapy courses when you trained as an EMT, did you?”

  “That’s part of the ongoing education program. I might need you to sign off on some credits later.”

  “I’ll take good notes.” She looked up at him and was struck by the intensity of his gaze. She stared at her reflection in those blue depths for a moment until he leaned over and kissed her.

  God, yes. His mouth moved over hers with skilled ease. His tongue dipped and tasted, stroked and teased. His whiskers brushed her chin, her cheeks, then her neck as he covered her with his worship.

  He pulled her T-shirt up to her breasts before he leaned back and looked at her seriously. “You’re sure about this?”

  “Yes. I promise.”

  “No regrets?”

  “No regrets. No obligations. Just tonight.”

  Heat flared behind his eyes before he kissed her again. He tasted rich and delicious, and she couldn’t get enough. Her hands gathered his shirt up along his back until she could tug it over his shoulders. He sat up, straddling her legs, and tossed his shirt aside.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, Josie. Warm and soft.” His attention on her breasts only caused her nipples to stiffen beneath her shirt, begging for his hands. His mouth.

  She pulled her shirt off and threw it on top of his. With his eyes on her breasts, she cupped them in her hands and teased each peak with two fingers.

  “Damn, that’s hot.” He dropped back down to cage her beneath him and took one nipple into his mouth, brushing her fingers with a hot swipe of his tongue.

  She held his face as he sucked and teased first one breast, then the other. Coils of desire tightened with each pull of his mouth. She squirmed beneath him, her pussy swollen and aching for contact. Around and around his tongue went, pulling strings of need from her sex to each erect tip. His kisses felt so good on her skin, she traced his lips with one finger, loving the hot, wet slide of his mouth.

  Eric’s hand slid down her side, rubbing the curve of her hip, then taking her underwear down her thighs in a smooth caress. She kicked them free, then struggled with his.

  “Wait.” His head snapped up, and Joanne blinked him into focus. “Tell me you have condoms.”

  “Oh. Yes…desk drawer.” Sad that she and Andrew hadn’t yet reached the level of trust in their relationship where they could forego them, but knowing now that he had a girlfriend on the side, she should be grateful. Eric slipped from the bed and found the condoms right away. He pulled out a whole string of foil packets, and his grin when he held them up was just too damn cute.

  “Think we’ll need all of those?” She laughed.

  “Not sure.” He took in her naked body sprawled on the wrinkled sheets. Joanne tried not to imagine how she looked with her hair a tangled mess. Her eyes were probably bloodshot from alcohol abuse or lack of sleep, and she’d scrubbed her makeup away before bed. Even with all of that, he looked at her as if she was the dessert in a long buffet line. When his attention focused on the blonde thatch of hair screening her pussy, she brought one hand to cover herself.

  “Oh Christ, Josie.” He hopped on one foot, then the other to rid himself of his boxer briefs.

  His attention filled her with lust, and she used her hand to play with her slick core. He grabbed his cock and held it tight, clearly entranced by each flick of her fingers.

  “Open your legs. Let me see it all.”

  She drew her knees up and let them fall, opening herself to a man more than she’d ever done before. Maybe it was the slippery-nipple remnants or the knowledge that he didn’t expect anything from her, but she boldly spread her lips with one hand and slicked up two fingers of the other with her cream. She watched him closely. Each breath he took, every time he licked his lips and stroked his cock, gave her more courage. She took her clit between two fingers and tugged, moaning with the intense tickle that coursed from her pussy to her womb, only to melt into the rest of her humming body.

  He crawled between her knees and licked each finger with a long drag of his tongue. She tried to move her hands, but he stopped her with both hands on her wrists. “Don’t stop. That’s so hot.” His breath washed over her, caressing her as surely as his tongue.

  She tilted her hips, desperate for that tongue on her sex. “Lick me. Please, Eric.”

  He did. God, did he lick her. He ate at her like he was starving for her essence. He licked her fingers, clit and lips, taking his time with each until she was writhing. The room spun wildly, and for a moment, she worried that she would be thrown from the bed with each pass of his tongue.

  He pulled her index finger deep into his mouth, then took her hand in his and pushed both of their fingers inside. Sharing her intimate space with another was a foreign concept, but the erotic move filled her with need. He stroked her finger and her interior walls, answering each of her moves. Joanne curled up, lifting her head and shoulders from the bed, desperate for the release she teetered upon. Her short breaths echoed off the bare walls. She bit her lip to stifle a scream. The way he alternated between licking her clit from beneath her hand and pressing her own palm down on the nub sent her into a slow, draining implosion. Wave after wave of exquisite pulsing washed through her until her legs fell flat and she whimpered. He continued even as she came back down to earth. It took a few minutes for her to regain enough control to look down her body to meet his eye.

  “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 ja
zz 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, ta
king 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.