Last Call (6 page)

With my lips itching to touch her, I raise her hand and kiss her knuckles. It’s a forward move, but I plan to be much more forward when I get her alone in my office. I’ve been dreaming about fucking this woman for the last seven years, and tonight, I will finally make that dream come true.

M
ariah

I
am trying with all of my effort not to tremble when I place my hand in his. Now that I’m close to him, I can really see him. He is breathtaking. His eyes are as I thought, black orbs of boiling desire tucked behind thick, long eyelashes. His chiseled jaw is covered in a soft, well-groomed beard. He’s very rugged yet sophisticated looking. The black suit hides nothing when it comes to his trim, muscular physique. Immediately, I want to see what is hiding under his black suit jacket. He looks like a man; a tough, confident, take charge kind of man—a real man.

The air in my lungs gets strangled and butterflies start to swarm rapidly inside my stomach. I don’t know what to do, but I know what I
want
to do. What the hell does he want with me? 

As Jason leans down and his lips graze the skin of my knuckles, I’m lost, unaware of what I should be doing. Do I ask him to the bathroom so we can make out? Do I grab his balls and hope he gets the not so subtle message? Why didn’t I ask Shelby? She’s the one who does the random hook-ups, not me. I know nothing about hooking up—well, not anymore. Shit, what the hell am I getting myself into? He’s probably going to get one look at my naked body, find a stretch mark, and run screaming to the first available childless bimbo. I’m doomed. If he runs, then I will never lust after a man again.

When he raises his head, eyes connecting to mine once again, I can feel something inside me heat. The air is electrifying, and I can’t resist him. I can feel this is something I need. Even if it’s for the night, my soul needs to feel the connection I’ve been starved from.

“Come,” Jason whispers as he leans closely to my ear. His voice is deep and rich with a slight southern drawl. I’m a goner. Listening to his voice alone has me begging for whatever he’s got planned. “Let’s go someplace private.”

I can only nod my head as I’m escorted to the staircase behind the bar. He leads me up, ascending the stairs, fingers interlocked.

I look to my left to see Shelby and Giselle. Giselle is bent over, touching her toes, while Shelby is pretending to bone her from behind. God, I love those crazy fucking girls. I smile at them and do my best to suppress a giggle as I get closer and closer to the top of the stairs.

We come to a small hallway with three doors. When Jason pulls a key from his pants, unlocks the door to the left, and opens it, I feel like I’ve been transplanted into a modern James Bond movie. There’s a wall of surveillance TVs, high tech computer equipment, sleek office furniture, and a small bar to the side of the desk. I turn to my left and see the one-way mirror capturing the view of the entire club. Like the royalty he is, he’s above the villagers, staring down at his kingdom.

“Drink?” Jason asks as he passes me a small glass filled with a brown liquid.

I nod my head and take it. I need to speak. I mean, I should say something, right? No words are forming, though. Why aren’t the words forming? Therefore, nothing is coming out of my mouth. My stomach is fluttering with butterflies, and I’m afraid if I do open my mouth, I’m going to puke. I can’t think of another way to end this more quickly than to upchuck all over his thousand-dollar suit, unless I fart. Oh, God, the nervous farts. My stomach is churning from nerves. Sweet Mother of God, don’t let me fart.

While I take deep breaths and make every attempt to clear my mind, he’s leaning against the wood of the bar as I stand opposite him by the one-way mirror. There’s a small smirk on his face as he simply stares at me. I’m unnerved. Then he sets down his glass and connects his eyes with mine again. They’re molten and fueled with desire.

Before I can have a moment to think another thought, he’s standing in front of me, his body so close I’m consumed. Oh, shit.

J
ason

This isn’t unusual for me. I’ve taken many women up to my office for the purpose of my satisfaction. Yet there’s something telling me it’s going to be different this time. There’s something about this moment that will be very different. She’s not like the others, but I don’t think that’s all there is to this feeling. She’s been on my mind for the last seven years, though, and now is my opportunity to take her. Now is my time to make this dream come true.

When I slowly set my glass of whiskey down on the bar and cross the room, she holds her breath. Carnal desire takes over my body as I yank the glass from her and toss it to the floor. Whiskey spills, the glass shattering on impact, while I take her wrists in my hand, slamming them above her head, and pin my hips to hers. My body presses firmly into hers as I push against her again and plant her back to the glass.

I look into her eyes and growl, “Seven fucking years.” Then I press my mouth to hers. I take her over, touching and tasting the woman who’s occupied my dreams for so Goddamn long. She is my enigma, the goddess of my dreams, and I’ve got to have her. I must have this woman now.

She accepts me as she releases a moan from my onslaught of lust. I press deeper against her mouth, sucking the soft skin of her bottom lip, feeling everything inside of me explode. My body is overwhelmed with a heady yearning to feel her from the inside. Like my dream, she is craving me; only this time I will finish the job. I will not wake up feeling ungratified. I will make her mine and maybe this time I will finally be over this mysterious woman.

I let go of her wrists and run my hands down her sides, my fingers connecting with the small tab of her zipper. I slowly drag it down as her breathing becomes hard, her chest rapidly moving, the thump of her heart pounding against my own. My lips have not left hers and she hasn’t spoken a single word. From the moment we’ve touched, something else has taken over, something fueled by desire.

The dress slips down her breathtaking body and the fabric billows around her feet. I take a step back, breaking our kiss to admire her standing in her black bra and panties. She is incredibly beautiful, even more so than in my dreams.

In a swift move, I drag her panties down and allow them to fall, too. My dick can’t stand the wanting, and I leave it to the sex-crazed side of me to take over. I yank her up the glass, pressing her body against it.

The world goes on below us, and I’m about to fuck this woman as they dance and drink, oblivious to the carnal passions above them.

M
ariah

I’m still floating from the invitation to Jason Cain’s office when he comes charging at me. My half glass of whiskey is haphazardly tossed to the floor, shattering the moment it connects with the wood. Before I can utter a single word, his mouth is on mine. I’m consumed.

He pushes me against the mirrored wall, pinning my body to the glass, and I can feel his hardness against my stomach. My wrists are bound by one of his strong hands and something unbelievable takes over. My dormant sex drive is soon revved up and ready for a race. When he releases my wrists, I yearn to touch him, to explore the wonder that is this Jason Cain. His face close to mine, I cup his cheeks with my palms. The soft hairs of his beard tickle my hands, but it’s those lips that draw me in, full and soft. I pull him into me and feel his lips on mine. With only a kiss, he takes me to a place I will never recover from. My body is naked and wrapped around his, but it’s this kiss that will leave me ill, drunk with only something he can provide.

I run my hands down his chest, and just as I’ve suspected, he’s an Adonis. I’m addicted, full of need and longing.

Something snaps inside of me. I am overwhelmed with it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I want to have. I want to devour. The sleeping vixen inside me awakens, and for the first time in years, I allow her to control me. I don’t think about the consequences of my actions. I live in the moment and make it totally mine.

With my hands resting on his chest, I tuck my fingers inside the small opening of his button down shirt. Grabbing the fabric, I jerk my arms back, popping the buttons and tearing the soft material. Jason looks to me with a look of prideful lust as a faint smile peaks at the corner of his mouth. I don’t break my gaze as I pull the last of his shirt from his waistband and rip it open. I tighten my legs around his waist and press my back firmly into the glass mirror then run my hands over his hot, tantalizing skin, over the muscles of his chest and shoulders. I drag my nails along his body and then pull the fabric down, removing it.

His biceps are large, though not too big. I look at the tattoo covering his right arm. As far as I can see, it’s the only mark on his flawless skin and the ink is captivating. The black ink is of a woman with dark hair kneeling on a billowing wave. Long wings ascend from her back with the feathers so intricate I itch to run my fingers along them to see if they’re real. Resisting the temptation, I move my hands down his chiseled abdomen and make my way to the buckle of his pants. With a jerking motion, I pull the belt loose and quickly unfasten his pants.

Jason yanks my hands from his waistline and once again pins them above my head. Using his free hand, he then reaches into his pocket and produces a condom and allows his pants to fall to the floor. Using his teeth and free hand, Jason rips the package open and expertly rolls the condom over his now freed erection.

His talent momentarily amazes me, but the thought completely slips my mind when he pushes inside of me. I shudder. Then I fall weak. Oh, yeah, I’m wrecked.

J
ason

Control—I demand control from the women I fuck. Although, when my enigma rips my shirt open, I can only stand, amazed. The siren inside of her wails out and is calling for me. She couldn’t give me a more lascivious signal. Her thighs are tightly latched around my waist, holding her up. Then, when she yanks my belt loose, there is no more stopping me. I’ve lost all my self-control and have to have her now. Right fucking now!

I snatch her wrists again to gain back my control then pull the condom from my pocket. She looks impressed when I roll the bad boy on with one hand. I look at her as if to say,
Yeah, baby, I’ve been doing this for years.
And, before another thought comes into my mind, I push my dick inside of her.

She feels… incredible. The heat. Ahhh! The connection. Ahhh! The warmth. Ahhh! The touch. Holy fuck! This woman has pulled me in, and I’m about to lose my footing. Being inside of her, feeling her body pressed against mine, is literally a dream come true, and for the first time ever in my life, I’m overwhelmed with a single touch.

It’s no surprise to me when a woman loses herself in my touch. I only seek out what I can do to them. I’ve never considered whether a woman could do it back to me. I didn’t know that, with a single touch, a man could be weak in the knees. Oh, no, not just that, but from there’s an undeniable connection to my core. I didn’t know a man could feel a woman from the inside and feel like he would completely crumble. Yet that’s exactly what I am doing. I’m crumbling around her. She holds the control as my dick yearns to never leave, but my body is dying to hang on for one more minute.

Being who I am, I fight the urge to release this demon until I make her shatter alongside me. I pump my hips and press them tightly to hers, my hands gripping her shoulders as I pull her body down onto me. I pull back then ram her hard and slow again. She cries out almost instantly, so I do it again, and again, and again.. Each time, she wails, cries, and pleads for me to make her come.

With one final thrust, she explodes around me, her body tightening. Her head falls back against the mirror, her muscles quaking. And now, it’s my turn. I move fast and hard. My body is triggered from her orgasm and won’t take long to fall apart with her. She is whimpering from her onslaught of ecstasy while I keep myself moving. The sweat forms on my brow and my groin heats, the delicious pleasure building throughout my abdomen, groin, and thighs. Then, with unimaginable force, I come. I can hardly stand as my body lets go and succumbs to hers. I tuck my head into her neck and growl with pleasure.

The wave finally subsides while I hold her, my enigma, in my arms. As we finally connect eyes, she looks breathtaking. Her pale skin is flushed and her brow is moist. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and it ignites me. So sexy, so innocent, and so perfect, like I knew she would be. This woman is perfect, my fantasy finally come true.

I move forward and press my lips to hers; kissing her deeply, then pull that delicious bottom lip into my mouth. With our panting breaths and post orgasmic bliss, I decide it’s time to finally introduce myself.