Last Call

by Kelly, A. S.

  I kiss her slowly, my mouth never growing tired. I’m nowhere near satisfied, still hungry for more, as she pants heavily, her head leaning against the back of the sofa.

  I climb slowly back up her body, and she slowly lifts her head. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glowing.

  She’s not tired yet, either.

  “Okay. I like wearing my glasses,” she says, making me burst into laughter.

  I slide my hands under her arse and lift her up, as she grabs onto my neck.

  “Don’t worry, Headmistress. I’ve got you.”

  I head for her bedroom, my fingers pressing into her flesh, her nails digging into my back.

  “We could’ve stayed on the sofa.”

  “I know how much you love to ride,” I say, teasingly, as she rolls her eyes. “And here,” I say, dropping her onto the mattress, “there’s more space.”

  “I never liked it,” she says, her voice wavering, uncertain.

  “What?” I ask her, sliding on top of her body and stretching her out over the bed.

  “Riding.”

  The awkwardness is palpable.

  “Maybe you never had the right horse,” I say, trying to salvage the situation. I get the impression that this is a much more delicate subject than she’s letting on.

  “Maybe,” she says.

  She strokes my face with both hands, before pulling it down to meet hers. “Maybe there are certain people who bring out the best in us.”

  I smile. I couldn’t agree more.

  “You definitely bring out a lot in me.”

  She laughs, and I press down on her lips.

  “I can’t wait to bring out everything you’re hiding inside.”

  “How do you know I’m hiding anything?” she asks playfully.

  “I don’t know. Just a hunch.”

  I push my knee between her legs. I can feel the heat radiating from inside her through the thick denim of my jeans.

  “Well, in that case…” She lifts herself up, pushing me aside, before sitting on top of me. “I guess you have to find out.”

  Jordan

  I slide my hands under his shirt and slowly trace the shape of his abs, working my way up towards his chest and shoulders. Niall sits himself up on the mattress, helping me undress him. My room is dark, apart from the lamp on my bedside table. I always leave it on in the evenings; and now, the weak glow is just enough to admire the shape of his body, to illuminate that charming smile that knows just how to shut you up.

  “You’re hopeless,” I say, my hands sliding down along the lines of his abs, palms splayed.

  “You can count on it.”

  His hands are on my hips, moving me slowly on top of his erection. It’s pulsing between my legs.

  “You shouldn’t be so arrogant.”

  “I could do worse if you’re the one punishing me.”

  A surge of adrenaline and excitement courses through my body.

  “I can read your thoughts, Headmistress.”

  He leans closer to my mouth.

  “I really wish you could.”

  A nervous giggle escapes me.

  This man hasn’t just brought out the best in me – he’s dug up something I never even knew I had.

  “Now, let’s see… I seem to remember that here,” he says, sliding his hands under my sweatshirt as I hold my breath. “Yep, I was right,” he says, satisfied, wrapping his hand around my naked breast. “No bra.”

  “I feel like I’m sixteen again.”

  “Oh, really? Is this what you did when you were sixteen, Headmistress?”

  “To be honest, no. You, on the other hand…”

  His thumbs press into my nipples, immediately making me fall quiet. I don’t care what he did when he was sixteen; all I care about is what he’s doing right now. He takes my nipples between his fingers and plays with them, enjoying the tortured expression on my face.

  He lifts the sweatshirt over my head, then turns his attention back to my breasts, squeezing them and drawing them into his mouth. His hot breath tickles against my nipples, before his tongue begins to trace the shape of each one. I link my arms around his neck, moving myself on top of him as he torments me with his mouth.

  “You’re so impatient,” he whispers onto my skin.

  He has no idea.

  I push him back onto the mattress and frantically search for the buttons of his jeans. He watches me as I hurriedly undo them, pulling them down his legs. I slip my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, holding my breath at the sight of his erection. I take them off and throw them behind me. I keep my gaze fixed on him as he watches my mouth, my heart hammering madly in my chest, pulsing through every corner of my body. I bend down over him, my hand holding his shaft, and let my mouth close around the tip. Niall exhales heavily as I slide up and down, my hand echoing the movements of my mouth. He’s frozen underneath me, his hands grabbing at fistfuls of the sheets, his eyes deep and dark. His lips are parted. I move up and down his dick, stopping as I reach the tip, moving my tongue slowly. My mouth wraps around him and his eyes burn. I take him again, pushing him deeper into my mouth with my hand. Niall moans, almost as if he’s in pain, and grabs me by the shoulders, stretching me out on the bed. His hands are sliding along my legs, parting them, before making their way up towards my tights; he strokes my flesh, his fingers dipping into my heat, sliding them all the way outside. He watches for my reaction, as he pull them slowly out, before grabbing my butt cheeks and pulling me towards him. He’s kneeling on the mattress as he takes his dick in one hand, playing with it, slowly, as if he’s preparing to be inside me; finally, I feel him push into my body. I grab onto his arms as he fills me completely, waits a few seconds as he pants heavily, then moves his hands onto my backside, grabbing me and moving himself again. His thrusts grow more and more powerful.

  I’m excited. I feel crazy, wild. I feel wanted, like never before; and not just because he’s inside me, but from the way he looks at me. From his hands, wrapped around me. From his heavy breathing, as if he’s always longed to be inside me.

  He stretches out over my body, his fingers intertwining with mine on the bed. His face is bent down to mine, his mouth pressing into me; his dick is pulsing. His thrusts are deep, intense.

  I feel totally free, in my bed with him. I’m at ease, his body moving over mine. I’m at ease with this crazy, unexpected version of myself. I feel excited, desired. I want to let myself go entirely, to take everything that Niall is offering me tonight.

  I wrap my arms behind his neck, and his hands move back down to my arse, lifting me up but keeping me pressed against him.

  “I’ve got you, cowgirl,” he says panting, his expression telling me that he’s not going anywhere, anytime soon.

  I echo the movement of his hips, desire surging from each thrust. I keep myself pressed against him as his fingers dig into my flesh, his breathing growing heavier on my neck. A heat I’ve dreamed of for so long rushes through my body. Niall realises I’m on the edge, my laboured moans and jerking movements leaving no room for doubt. His thrusts grow quicker, only slowing when he hears the orgasm tearing through me, leaving me breathless in his arms. His hips keep moving until he collapses too, against my shoulder.

  We fall back onto the mattress together, his hands on my face. His eyes are exhausted but content, capturing my own. I wish I could say something funny or sarcastic, to downplay everything that’s happened. I wish I could escape from potential disaster before it’s too late, before I risk everything. But his mouth curls into a beaming, beautiful smile, and all I can do is lift my head and meet his lips, feeling him inside me once again, at least for an instant.

  “What do you think, Headmistress?” he asks, pulling away from me and looking me in the eyes. “A little chocolate to get our strength back up? There’s a dessert waiting for you in the living room.”

  “Who said I needed to get my strength back?”

  He gets up onto his knees, and I lift myself up, too, leaning
my elbows on the bed.

  “Let’s just say that you’ll need it for the next round.”

  I look at him, amused.

  “You said all night – remember?”

  Something unwelcome shifts around in my chest.

  “And I fully intend to make the most of every minute.”

  Niall

  I get up and watch her for a few moments, as she stretches herself out across the mattress.

  “What are you looking at?”

  “You know exactly what I’m looking at – don’t pretend you’re all innocent.”

  She rolls her eyes and sits up, pulling her hair into a messy bun on her head and leaving her soft, white neck exposed. I’ll never be able to look at her the same way in those prim, sensible clothes she wears for work; not after knowing what’s underneath.

  “Weren’t you supposed to go and get the desserts?”

  “I’m going, I’m going…” I smile at her. “I like it when you’re bossy.”

  “I’m not bossy.”

  “No?”

  “You promised me chocolate, so I’m waiting for chocolate,” she says, her tone serious, lifting one eyebrow.

  Under her gaze, I feel a stirring in my crotch. I watch as she tries not to laugh, before biting her lip; my dick has leaped fully back to attention.

  It had disappeared for nine months; now, all it takes is one look from her, and it’s back, in all its glory.

  I’m not just fucked: I’m swimming in a whole sea of shit.

  I walk out of the room backwards, my eyes never leaving her, before turning and heading into the living room. Our desserts are still sitting obediently on the coffee table. I pick them up, padding into the kitchen in search of something to drink. As I open the fridge, Caramel appears at my feet, weaving around my ankles. I grab the milk and pour some into her bowl, then pull out a bottle of wine, taking everything through to the bedroom.

  Jordan knows exactly what my intentions are the second she sees me.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

  Maybe a little, even though I prefer it when she’s fully aware of everything that’s happening between us. It stops her from regretting it the next day.

  “I just thought a glass of wine would go well with the chocolate.”

  I pass her the dessert, and she immediately plunges her fork into it, scooping up a generous portion and bringing it to her mouth. She closes her eyes in pleasure, my erection growing even bigger.

  “Let me try…” I lean towards her and lick at the chocolate around her lips. “I need to re-evaluate it.”

  “I think you should think about it.”

  She sticks her fork back into her dessert then looks around. “I don’t see any glasses.”

  “Not a problem.” I take a few sips straight from the bottle, then move towards her lips again, waiting. Jordan places the dessert on her bedside table, leaving her hands free to frame my face. She presses her mouth firmly against mine, parting her lips; my tongue slips into her, the taste of wine and chocolate melding together. Her gentle moans and her hot breath cause a stir between my legs. I push her back onto the bed, my firm dick pressing against her clit. I hold myself over her, my palms against the mattress, moving slowly against her.

  “How much longer are you going to keep torturing me with this little game?”

  I laugh. “You’re so impatient, Headmistress.”

  “You barely know me, Mr Kerry.”

  I press my dick against her again, making her sigh.

  “You know my favourite part of all this?”

  “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

  “The way you look at me after I’ve given you what you want. The way your eyes tell me that you still want more.” I start to push inside her, and her breath catches in her throat. “The way you’re always waiting for me.” I move inside her completely, and Jordan relaxes underneath me. “The way you let yourself go when you’re in my arms,” I say, straightening up into a kneeling position, my hands roaming across her body. “The way you want my touch.” Her mouth falls open as my fingers play with her clitoris.

  “Kerry…” she says, almost breathless.

  “The way you say my name.”

  I press against her and start to rub her clitoris, slowly pushing as deeply inside her as I can.

  “The way you’re about to enjoy this again.”

  This time, we really did finish our desserts, sprawled out across bed. She drank the wine straight from the bottle, just as I did. I like seeing her so relaxed around me; and I like the fact that, tomorrow, everything will go back to the way it was. I’ll see her in her tight skirt and her sensible shirt, buttoned up to the collar; she’ll have her hair tied back, her glasses on her nose, her serious, professional expression. I know it’s not normal for me to look forward to that, but I like that she has two personalities: one which is just for me. And yes, the thought does shock me a little, but I’m trying to ignore my own fear for now. Mainly because Jordan is currently lying on her stomach, and her arse looks incredible from this angle.

  I want to ask her something, to find out what really happened between her and that dickhead, Steven Hill. I want to know how any man could ever cheat on a woman like her with someone who is basically still a teenager – but I realise I shouldn’t be thinking about that. It’s not the best thing to bring up right now: not when we have a whole, crazy night ahead of us. Well, I guess technically we’ve had two crazy nights by now…but that’s beside the point. Tomorrow I’ll have to sign another stupid contract: not because I agree with it, but because I like it when she tells me what to do, when she shows me who’s the boss.

  I know, I told you: I’m not normal.

  Maybe the real problem is that, until today, I’ve only ever been with women who are completely different to her. Firstly, they were younger; I’m finally starting to realise the huge mistake I’ve been making. There’s no comparison between a twenty-something-year-old with no inhibitions and a mature woman with her head firmly placed on her shoulders. Secondly, women usually chased after me. And if I happened to be the one doing the chasing, I usually called the shots, too: I decided when to stop seeing them, which was normally after only the second or third time. With Jordan, I’m already on the second time – and I don’t seem to want to give her up just yet. Maybe that’s because, until Headmistress Hill laid her deep, warm eyes on me, my dick didn’t want to see the light of day. Or maybe it’s just this place, this whole situation: the fact that, now, I’m just like everybody else. Apart from my huge Intersport poster.

  “Are you staring at my arse?”

  I shake myself from my daydream. “Yeah, I guess so. And since when have you used language like that?”

  She sits up, leaning her back against the headboard.

  “You think you know so much about me, don’t you?”

  “As much as you think you know about me.”

  She nods, smiling. “That might be true.”

  I move closer to her and sit next to her, then turn to face her. “What if we tried something a little different?”

  She glances at me, concerned. I laugh.

  “I don’t mean sexually. Although we could—”

  “Don’t get side-tracked, please.”

  “Okay,” I say, lifting my hands. I suddenly fall serious. “What if we tried to be who we are now?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “No past, no preconceptions, no pretences. Just us.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know, I just feel like it would be a good idea.”

  “We’ve talked about this, Niall. You know why we can’t do that. This can’t happen again.”

  “It’s already happened twice.”

  “Exactly. And that’s more than enough.”

  I lean in to her, running my hand through her hair.

  “So you don’t want more?”

  Her lip begins to tremble. “That’s irrelevant.”

  I nod slowly, moving in to her lips.<
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  “N-Niall…” Her breath tickles my mouth, and I press against her. Jordan doesn’t resist, despite the bullshit she just came out with. Her hands move up to my hair, her tongue fighting hopelessly against mine.

  I don’t know what this is between us, Headmistress, and I’m not sure that I want to find out. But all my questions and doubts tumble away when I see how much you want me. I can’t listen to reason when my body is calling for you, and you only.

  Jordan

  I’m abruptly woken up by a series of noises and loud mews coming from my kitchen. I really didn’t want to get out of bed: it’s Sunday morning, and today is the only day I let myself have a lie-in. I usually have nothing to do but wait for my lunch with Iris. And this time, I was having a nice dream. There was a man in my bed – someone charming and sexy, with a smile that could melt your underwear. He was telling me that he liked the way I…

  Oh, Jesus.

  I jump out of bed and dash into the bathroom, desperately splashing water onto my face. I hurriedly brush my teeth, running my fingers through my unruly hair, and rummage around for something to throw on. I find an extra-large T-shirt and a fresh pair of underwear, because I have no idea where the ones I was wearing last night have disappeared to. I compose myself – or, at least, I try to – before joining him in the kitchen.

  “Good morning.” His beaming smile greets me as I step into the room.

  “Good morning.”

  “I’ve fed Caramel.”

  I glance at her as she winds contentedly around my ankles, after having spent the entire morning glued to his legs.

  Oh, hello you little traitor. Now you remember me?

  “I’ve made eggs. Sorry, I always get up early in the morning. I’d forgotten it was Sunday.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “I’m used to being up early for training, you know.”

  I sink onto a stool at the counter and gratefully take the cup of coffee he hands me. He pours in some milk, then places a plate of eggs in front of me.

  “Thanks.”