Last Hookup

by Luke Steel

  And there’s the knock at the door I’ve been waiting for.

  It’s Sara. She ducks her head, almost shy, when I let her in. She’s still in that dress that knocked me out, the red heels. A little touched up lipstick, which I like.

  “Everybody get to bed?”

  She laughs. “It was like putting drunk six-year-olds to sleep. Everyone needed to go to the bathroom and get bottles of water at the same time.”

  “You did very well tonight.”

  “I try to be a responsible big sister.”

  “Not much fun for you, though. Whiskey?”

  “Yeah, please. I’m off duty now.”

  “You deserve one,” I say, and hand her a tumbler.

  She takes it neat. Our eyes meet when I hand her the glass, but then she skitters away. The sexy confidence she had in the bar is still there, but there’s an underlying nervousness.

  I settle into one of the deep wingback chairs and pour myself another. Sara’s prowling the room, deciding if she wants to stay. I don’t mind—I like the way she moves in the dress. Her legs are a sight in those heels.

  I lean back in the chair and sip the whiskey, feeling the fine burn down my throat. I’m fighting an instinct to go over to her and get things going. But I want to let her decide.

  “You don’t do this very often, do you.”

  She presses her lips together. “I’m that obvious?”

  I’m tracking her as she walks around the suite, trailing her fingers over things. After a while, she stops her circuit and notices me watching her. Quiet and deliberate, she places her purse on the desk, drops back and leans against the edge, watching me now.

  “What usually happens?”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “When you … when you’re out of town and you meet someone.”

  “Like now?” I prompt her.

  “Yeah.”

  “You take your time. Relax. Have fun.”

  “And then you just … do it?” She seems like she’s teasing, but also asking me what to do next.

  I set my glass on the table beside me and stand up. She doesn’t move.

  “Only if you want,” I tell her and start across the floor. “It’s not a done deal.”

  When I get to her, she drops her head back and downs the whiskey. It’s a smooth and sexy move. I take the tumbler from her and lean in close as I set the glass behind us. She grips the edge of the table, but her body is tilted toward me and I catch her scent again. It goes straight to my head, better than liquor.

  I lean in, my arms on either side of her. She doesn’t retreat, just lets me get close. I hover close to her lips, and my cock twitches when I think about the kiss in the bar.

  She’s thinking about it too. “You put on quite a show down there.”

  “Were you really going to watch me kiss all your friends?”

  She brushes her lips against me, looks up through her hair. The tease is light and sweet, not enough to tip things just yet. Her eyes crinkle on a smile. “I think you broke some hearts.”

  “They had plenty of fun for one night. Your turn.”

  She chuckles at that. “My reward for being such a good girl. A night in bed with a handsome stranger?” She makes a show of looking around at the desk. “Well, I suppose we’re not in bed yet.”

  “Yet.” I steal her move and brush her lips with mine this time. She hums a little note, her eyes half-closing. I can feel a little tension still coming from her, deciding. But all the body signs are there. “If that’s what you want.”

  “’What I want,’ she repeats, stretching back, looking up at the ceiling. Her neck is exposed, and if I drop my eyes I get a mouth-watering peek down her dress. Her breasts are lush and high. Playing the game too, I lean in without touching, but close so I know she can feel my breath along her neck, her collar bone. The muscles in my stomach clench. It’s taking every inch of control not to taste her skin.

  She bends her left knee then, pulling it up along my leg, hooking around my hip. Not pulling me into her, but rubbing the inside of her thigh against me. I catch the bend in her knee then, tug her forward on the desk, just enough to inch further between her thighs. Her eyes get wide and dark and she bites her lip.

  I nudge her chin back up, trail along her jawline. “Why don’t I make it easy for you to decide? No last names. No questions. I’ll take care of you tonight and then you can slip out of here in the morning and I won’t tell anyone just how bad a girl you were after all.”

  “Ok,” she says, and smiles. But then she looks down. “There’s something you should know, though.”

  “Yes?” Uh oh.

  “You’re my first …” she drags the last word out for a bit, and alarm bells go off in my head.

  “… tourist.”

  “Excuse me?”

  She grins. “I’m from New Orleans. I’ve seen my share of one-nighters go down in this city. I’ve managed to abstain this long. You’re going to break my streak.”

  It takes a second for me to realize she’s fucking with me.

  I go for her ribs first. She fends off the tickling until I get to a spot on the inside of her knee. “Uncle uncle!”

  “Ok, smartass.” I take her ass in my hands then, and pull her the rest of the way forward on the desk, so she can feel the full hardness of my erection nudge her pussy. She cries out at the contact, a short quick sound. “I’m about to break your streak to little tiny quivering bits.”

  She laughs. “Oooh. Cocky, you are. I like it.”

  “You will.”

  “And then I really just crawl out of your bed in the morning without a goodbye? I won’t even know your last name?”

  I take her head in my hands, look her in the eye. “You’ll remember me in other ways.”

  Her eyes spark with new challenge. “Ok then.”

  That’s the yes I’ve been waiting for.

  I start at her cheek because she’s not expecting it, this time making contact as I slide my lips along her jaw to her ear and neck. Her breath hitches and she cuddles closer, even though her hands still grip the table. I don’t mind. I take advantage of the position and press my cock into her again.

  Her head drops back as I keep going, her legs planting on either side of me as she lets me have my way. I slide my hands up her body on both sides, crushing her to my chest as I burrow into the soft spot between her shoulder and neck. She makes a mewling sound in the back of her throat, her thighs closing on either side of me. We’re both breathing harder now.

  One strap of her dress falls off her shoulder. I take advantage and press my face into her cleavage. She lifts one hand up off the desk and slides it into my hair to pull me closer. It’s all the encouragement I need to keep rubbing, pushing her dress down until the fabric is low enough to see the aureole of her breasts. I lick and suck at her skin while she urges me on.

  I still haven’t kissed her lips, but I feel and hear her breath at my ear as she curls up and around me. She slides her legs back up, locking around my hips this time. My erection notches perfectly between her legs and I can feel her heat even through the fabric of my slacks. She urges me to her breasts, pulling me into her, grinding through our clothes.

  I take one of her nipples into my mouth and she jolts like something goes off inside her. Her grip is bordering on pain now. I like it. Something inside me is switching on, too, answering the aggression. Her nipples are hard and sensitive.

  Sara’s grip gets tighter and she pulls at me until I lift my face to hers—our lips at last align. I kiss her and I can taste the whiskey on her mouth, the silky flutter of her tongue. Then I drop back to her left breast. I can feel the spike heel dig into the back of my pants leg. The dress slides high on her thighs and when I pull back to look down her body, I can see the flash of silk red panties.

  Open like this, she’s both dirty and completely delicious with her tits popped up and over the top of the slinky black dress, while the hem rides high on her creamy smooth thighs. I’m trying to decide wh
at I want to rip off her first when she drops a hand between us and strokes my cock through my pants.

  Her eyebrows lift as she strokes the full length. She’s not the first woman to have that reaction—not trying to be arrogant, but I’m not a small guy. She leans up and runs her tongue along my bottom lip, still stroking me. “Is all this for me?”

  “If you want it, I’m more than happy to oblige.” My erection is fully hard, bordering on pain as she palms the length, and in my head I’m planning on fucking her until she screams. For now, I’ll bide my time. Not an easy feat when she slides her hand further down and cups my balls, then slides her palm all the way back up.

  Turnabout is fair play, so I put my hand between her thighs, brush my fingertips over her mound through her panties. She gives a small, tight gasp and goes completely still when I tease her there. I can feel how wet her pussy is through the fabric.

  “Right here, baby.” I press the pad of my thumb just over her clit, still rubbing through the satin She gives another little cry. “That’s what you like.” Her lips part when I slip back down to her nipples, tonguing one and then the other. I match the rhythm of my fingers with the flick of my tongue on her nipples, and I’m rewarded with the first bite of her fingernails in my shoulders. She watches my mouth at her breasts the whole time, her pupils dark and dazed. Her breath is coming hard now, and I’m fascinated watching and feeling her body react to just the teasing of my mouth and fingertips. There’s another warm pulse under my fingers, an answering hum when I move to her other nipple.

  Everything so far has been more or less over our clothes. I break the seal when I slip one finger, then two, past her panties into a honey pot of silky wet heat. She jerks hard then and I push my tongue into her mouth while I stroke her pussy as she whimpers and clings to me.

  I feel her nails digging into my shoulders, gripping. The kiss is getting wild as she responds to the light stroke on her clit. But when my fingers sink deep into her pussy, her eyes finally drop closed and her mouth drops to a perfect little ‘o’. I feel the pulse around my fingers— instinct tells me she must be close to coming. Her response is incredible. The way she’s going wild with just my fingers inside her, I’m so turned on I want to fuck her right here. I stroke deeper, a little faster, when suddenly she breaks the kiss.

  “Stop.” She says the word on a hard breath.

  I do, instantly. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no … you didn’t.” She’s breathing hard, hiding her eyes from me.

  I move one hand back up to her hip and stroke her hair out of her face with the other, trying to see her. “Why did we stop?”

  “I don’t know. It’s so much. I need a sec.”

  “It’s ok.” It’s killing me to do it, but I pull away a little to give her space. “Do you need me to let go?”

  “No.” She says the word fast, hanging on. She leans in to kiss me, fast and starved, her tongue tangling with mine. In less than a second I’m responding to her again, tugging her head back by her hair so I can drag my tongue up her neck. Her reaction, the strength in her grip, is the sexiest response I’ve ever felt in a woman. When her hands drop back down to my dick and she strokes the length again like she’s hungry for it, it’s all I can do to keep from dragging her to the floor.

  We need a little more room to work, I think, and lift her up into my arms, kissing her all the way to the bed.

  Getting her clothes off, and mine, is a game of distraction: a piece comes off and one of us is distracted. I leave the lights low and on because I want to see her, a decision that does not disappoint. Her tits bounce in the most delicious way when she falls back on the bed, and she smiles and drapes a leg over my shoulder as I pull those fuck me pumps off her pretty feet. She’s fucking gorgeous.

  I follow her down on the bed and she curls up into me immediately, palming my cock. A drop of pre-cum beads at the tip, and she takes it onto her fingertip and licks it off in front of me. That almost sets me off right there, and she doesn’t make it easier when she puts her hand back and starts stroking. I push into her grip, and she rolls the flat of her thumb over the head. Her palm clicks as she expertly grips and slides over me.

  “Not fair you get to touch and I don’t,” I say, and dip my hand between her thighs. She’s dripping wet, and my mouth waters. Her hand stills on my cock when I touch her and there’s a quick surge on my chest. Again, I’m in awe of how responsive she is, how much she clearly seems to enjoy everything I’m doing to her.

  She lies back when my fingers sink into her again, and she’s so wet, I have to taste her. Have to.

  Her legs come up and try to close around my head but I’m too quick, my mouth is on her fast. Ambrosia. She’s so wet, she tastes like sweet syrup. And her reaction is immediate and intense: she calls out in surprise and then moans hard, grinding up against my mouth, holding the back of my head to her. I nuzzle between the soft, puffy lips and then drag the flat of my tongue up the center of her pink slit, dipping into the wet heat of her pussy, then up to drive her clit, testing different strokes and rhythms, trying to learn what she likes. She responds to all of it, gripping my hair, calling out. The answering flick of her hips when I start to play at her clit is a clue. I know I have her right where I want her when I close my lips around the sensitive bud and lightly suck while I drive her with the tip of my tongue. She bucks, harder than before. I use my body leverage to hold her thighs open and down, and her fingers clench in my hair. I press her down, holding her legs open for my tongue. And then I feel it again, the pulses starting to build in her.

  “Stop. Stop.”

  I do, the second she says it, but I’m not certain why.

  “Are you ok?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry. Yes.”

  I pull myself up next to her. “Don’t apologize. Did I do something wrong?”

  She covers her face with her hands. “No, you didn’t. I swear it’s not you.”

  “Shh. Hey. Look at me.” She stays tight to herself, contained, her arms rigid.

  I stroke her hair for a bit. This isn’t something I’m used to doing, really, but the strands are silky soft. I don’t want to make her do anything she doesn’t want to. Not that guy. But at the same time, I don’t think that’s the problem. For one, she’s still lying on the bed, not leaving.

  “I’m going to touch you. Just touch. Is that ok?”

  She nods behind her hands, but doesn’t move them.

  I decide on her hip, her side, stroking. Down the length of her body, I see her pretty toes flex and point. Her body is long and tan, the very lightest, creamy coffee color. Wandering further I stroke down her thigh and her knee rises on the bed, her body moving in a small wave under my hand. After a few more seconds of this, she doesn’t resist when I tug gently at her hands.

  “Let me see you. I want to see your face when I touch you. “

  Her hands come down to her sides now, but her eyes are squinched closed. Her forehead is still creased as though she’s waiting for something to happen. It’s actually so cute, I kiss her forehead, right at that crease. Then the tip of her nose.

  Her eyes flutter open then and she looks up at me, surprised. Her lips part as I lean in to kiss them, opening for me. I feel her hip rise under my palm, and so I stroke her there again, too. I dip my fingers between her silky soft thighs and I feel the tremor in the muscle.

  She’s the one who deepens the kiss, licking, dueling with my tongue. Her breath is fast and I pull back to see those perfect breasts and the raspberry nipples. I stroke one.

  “Was it too much? The sensation?”

  She nods.

  “Were you going to come?”

  She nods again.

  “I want you to.” I nibble the corner of her lips, lick the whorl of her ear. “So fucking gorgeous. The sexiest response I have ever seen. You don’t have to fight it.”

  She shakes her head and burrows closer.

  “Don’t hide. I want you to come for me.”

  Sara sits up sud
denly and throws a leg over, climbs on top of me. And proceeds to try to distract me with kisses.

  “Hey,” I say, breaking the kiss. I try to take her hands in mine. She pulls them free and puts them back on my chest, stroking, trailing lower, her lips back on mine. “Not going to work.”

  She sinks her teeth in my shoulder in response, not hard, but the little aggression is back. I sit up and take one of her nipples into my mouth. She retaliates with a hand back on my cock, expertly stroking, intentionally driving me nuts. She ignores me when I redirect her hands, so I go back to her nipples. I suck one of the little buds deep into my mouth. She counters by straddling me, and I feel her wet, hot heat hovering right over my dick, tantalizing. I move to her other breast and flick her nipple with my tongue, determined not to let her break my concentration. I know I’m winning when she moans and starts to grind down on my cock. She’s still so wet. At some point the head grazes her pussy and we both get completely still.

  Impasse. Holding back is painful. Just a slight shift and I could be pushing up inside her. Condoms are less than a foot away on the night stand, but I have two hands on her ass and I couldn’t let go if you put a gun on me. The moment drags out and the longer I think about it, the more I’m aching to just push into her. Just feeling her start to come on my fingers was hot as hell. Imagining the slide of her bare pussy and feeling her start to go off…

  Regardless of the danger, Sara grinds again. We both moan then, and the only satisfaction I have is knowing she wants it as much as I do.

  “Move like that again, baby, see what happens. If I get inside you, I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Oh yeah?” Sara pulls back, a hot look on her face. And despite my warning, I feel her pussy lips and the wet slide between them as she grinds down one more time.

  “I told you …”

  I’m pretty strong, so it’s easy to lift her up above me on the bed, and then slide down between her legs so her pussy is positioned right above my mouth. With her thighs on either side of my face, I pull down on her hips and at the same time bury my face up into her.