Call Me

by Gillian Jones

  “Jesus, Ellie. Make up your mind.”

  “Well, I do,” I shrug.

  “Eyes up here, Ellie,” he teases, and I look up. “Before I give us what we both want, I need to know something,” he says, moving his hand up and down his huge, hard shaft, and I’m so jealous. I want it to be my hand.

  “Anything, I’ll tell you anything.” I spring up on the bed in front of him trying to reach for him. Well…his cock. I groan in frustration when he dekes around me, pushing me back onto the bed with his weight as he covers my naked body with his own.

  “Tell me first, before I give you my cock,” Ace says, starting to nudge his smooth tip between my lips, teasing me with how good I know he’ll feel once he’s inside me. “Who were you thinking of when you told me all those naughty stories? When you’d make up the scenes, Ellie? Who did you imagine doing them with?” Ace asks again, reaching around with one hand to dig his fingers into the cheek of my ass, while lowering his head to rest on my chest. Waiting. Challenging.

  “Please, Ace,” I plead, knowing he already knows the answer.

  “I want to hear it from your lips, E. Tell me,” he grunts, hovering over me now, his cock sinking in a little more, where I want it most. “Fuuuck. You’re so tight. I want to be all the way in, baby. All it takes is one simple answer. Come on, I know you wanna tell me,” he teases, taking my nipple between his teeth, his hard length shifting in an inch more.

  “You.” It’s barely audible.

  “Thank Christ. I thought I was going to have to spank that pussy to get it out of you. That’s what I needed to hear, baby.” He breathes into my neck as he finally thrusts all the way inside me, my pussy immediately clamping down around him, hugging him like a long-lost relative. “You feel perfect.” He kisses my neck, then goes down to my nipples, where he sucks on each one again, causing me to moan with pleasure.

  “Ahhh. God,” is all I can mutter as I adjust to him. He’s filling me in the most perfect way. He feels incredible, as he moves deeper and deeper inside me, his cock hitting every sweet spot along the way. He spreads my legs wide, and pulls my ankles up near his ears, bringing him in deeper. My knee protests but I ignore it.

  “Say it again, Ellie. Please,” he begs, the drag and pull of his hard cock making it hard to focus, but I give him what he wants.

  “You, Ace. Only and always you,” I say, pulling his face to mine, searing his lips to mine.

  “Thank you, E.” He kisses my nose before flipping us. “Ride my cock. I want to see you take my cock in and out of that gorgeous body while I watch,” he growls. Moving his hands to my ass, he stares intensely while I lower myself onto his erection. Once settled, I begin rocking my hips, making small circles, as I slip his cock in and out of my body. He’s moaning and muttering words of encouragement, telling me how good I feel. His hands land on my ass cheeks once again, trying to quicken the pace, moving me up and down, mimicking my own moves.

  “I’m fucking close. I’m going to come soon, Ellie,” he says, eyes vigilant on where we’re connected. “Look how perfectly we fit. You feel incredible, Ellie. I could stay like this with you forever, seeing my cock slipping in and out of your warmth. Fuck, my cock looks good with you coated all over it.”

  I bite my lip and quicken the pace, bottoming myself out over and over again while I ride his cock. Ace’s hand makes its way between us to my clit, the friction of his fingers rubbing matching the pulsing rhythm of my pussy and I splinter above him. Colours dance behind my eyes like a kaleidoscope dream, and Ace pulls me down into him as tremors wrack us, and he shoots his release into my welcoming body.

  Holding me tight to his chest, he whispers promises and words of adoration that are music to my ears. After a few beats, he pats my bum.

  “That was hot. Give me ten minutes and we can role-play that it’s my birthday,” Ace says, before adding: “Oh, and about that gold Leia bikini…”

  Chapter 53

  Ellie

  “Pinewood Studios, this is Ellie,” I say into the phone in my office, which is located on the third floor of Toronto’s most prestigious film studio.

  I’m one of three tenant service managers here, and I love it. I enjoy getting to tour the studio with potential clients, talking up how fantastic everything we have to offer is. Best of all, I love working to convince bigwigs to film here in Toronto, to use one of our many stages, including—our pièce de résistance—the Mega Stage, a 46,000 square foot soundproof stage, a rarity today.

  I was actually headhunted by the CEO himself, Frank Strata, after he read the excerpts from my thesis in The Canadian Journal of Film Studies. I started working here a few weeks after graduation. Frank has also taken me under his wing, he’s helping me to make the right connections, and doors are opening that will surely help me in my end game. There is huge potential to grow here at Pinewood, and I’m excited to see where this path will take me.

  I’ve also been working on writing the screenplay for Cherry’s memoir—“Call Me: My Life as a Phone Sex Superhero,” a screenplay Frank has offered to help me shop around once it’s complete. So be sure to keep an eye out, it just might be coming to a big screen near you.

  “Well, has our naughty professor heard yet?” I smile at Courtney’s third call, along with the twenty or so text messages this morning.

  “No, Court. Not yet, it’s only ten in the morning.”

  “Well, come on, I mean the Oscars announce their shit at like six a.m. What, is TIFF too fancy to get up early?”

  “I think those pregnancy hormones are eating up your patience,” I laugh. Not long after Jax and Courtney returned from their weekend getaway celebration, they discovered she was pregnant. At almost six months along, she’s sporting a pretty cute bump, and I’m beyond excited to be an auntie. Although it wasn’t planned, everyone is thrilled, including both sets of parents. “How is our little ‘shroomie, anyway?”

  “Huge. I swear they’ve made a mistake and it’s twins. But Jax says I’m glowing and perfect, so as long as he keeps boinking me, I’ll be happy, even if two pop out.”

  “TMI, Court. TMI.”

  “Whatever. Anyway when will Ace hear? I’m seriously wearing a hole in my carpet waiting for the news.”

  “I know, me too. I think he’s shut off his phone. I’ve texted him too much. I keep willing them to call him, but, of course, my voodoo is lacking.”

  “Ugh. Okay, well, text me as soon as you hear. I have to pee again.”

  “You know I will. Just like I’ve promised the last million phone calls,” I laugh.

  “Blah, blah, sorry I care,” she huffs, before hanging up.

  After another few hours of returning calls, replying to emails, and checking my cell phone non-stop, I decide it’s time to grab some lunch. I’m just about to call Piper, my coworker, to see if she’s ready to go, when my cell rings.

  Fumbling for it on my desk, I answer on the third ring.

  “Ace, oh my God. It’s you, finally!! Tell me you’ve heard,” I greet my sexy man.

  “Yeah, it’s me, sweetheart.” My heart skips a beat hearing his deep chuckle, a sound I’ve come to love. “I’ve got some news, E. You’d better sit down.”

  Stepping back, I pull up my leather roller chair and sit. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, my hands trembling and my heart beating at a jackhammer’s pace.

  “Okay, lay it on me.” I open my eyes and cross everything: legs, fingers, arms—and even my eyes—for good measure.

  “We’re in, baby. I made it!” Ace shouts excitedly through the phone, and instantly I feel myself welling up. After all of his hard work and dedication, Ace Ryan’s documentary Sex for Sale has been selected and will be presented at The Toronto International Film Festival this September.

  “Congratulations! I knew you’d do it. Oh, Ace, I’m so proud of you,” I sniffle.

  “Don’t cry, Ellie.”

  “I know, I’m just so happy for you. For TIFF and for everything this film has done already. Shutting down tw
o seedy operations, getting local MP’s to consider new legislation. I’m just…wow, I’m so proud of you. And I love you so much, Doctor Ryan. You’re an amazing man.”

  “I love getting to share this with you, E. I’m glad I make you proud. I can’t wait to take you shopping to celebrate…maybe live out that change room scene while you dress shop?” he utters, his voice throaty and laced with promise.

  “But first, I’m taking you out tonight, mister. We’re going to celebrate in style.”

  Ace’s deep laugh meets my ears. “Nice non-committal answer, Ellie. But I know you. You’re probably thinking about how hot it will be, too. Maybe to tide us over until our shopping adventure, we could add a little Jake and Chanel into the celebratory mix tonight? Maybe we can talk on our cell phones again?” he asks, his voice low and sexy. He’s such a bugger.

  Ever since the whole Chanel/Jake thing came to light, Ace has enjoyed pretending on several occasions that Jake can still access Miss Chanel69 when the mood should strike. The man is lucky I love him.

  Since Courtney has moved in with Jax, I took over the apartment from her parents, deciding it was a good investment, and they sold it to me for a steal. Ace and I bounce back and forth between his place and mine. On one of the nights where we couldn’t swing staying together, Ace had dropped me off at my apartment following our date. I was lying in bed reading when my cell phone started vibrating on my nightstand. Seeing it was Ace calling, I picked up immediately, asking if everything was okay. But rather than hearing Ace’s voice, I heard Jake’s familiar gruff voice and laughed. Well, until I heard the things Jake was telling me. Needless to say I busted out Chanel69 and gave it back as good as I was getting it. I swear, we’ve had some of the hottest phone sex since we’ve started allowing Jake and Chanel to visit and make appearances from time to time.

  “If you’re a gentleman tonight, Doctor Ryan, I’m sure I can convince Chanel to come out and play.”

  “I love you, Ellie, but quit calling me ‘Doctor’. Pick you up at seven? I’m almost done here. Tell me again why I agreed to teach for the Summer Institute?” he moans about his agreeing to teach two summer film courses being offered at U of T. While he complains, the perfect way to kick off our celebratory evening pops into my head. Ace is going to love it.

  “Because you’re an amazing teacher, Doctor Ryan.” I say, knowing it drives him crazy.

  “E!”

  “See you later. Love you.”

  “Love you too. Can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me too, my big shot TIFF star.” With that I hang up, as I hear him begin to growl at my comment.

  Looking at my watch, I notice that I’ve got just enough time to stop at the store for a few props. Logging into the computer, I book myself off using some lieu time and make my way out of the office for an early weekend.

  Chapter 54

  Ace

  Still reeling from the news that my documentary will be seen by thousands, the knock at my office door surprises me. It’s then I realize that it’s almost five-thirty p.m., and the last of the people who were here in the department with me today left over an hour ago. Assuming it’s Reg, the custodian, I open the door. “Sorry, Reg, I’m almo—” I say, but instead of seeing Reg, my eyes land on Ellie.

  In a trench coat, in August?

  “Oh, thank goodness you’re here, Coach Ryan. It’s my paper for gym glass. I can’t remember all the food groups,” she says, rushing past me, that fruit-and-candy smell that is all her tickles my nose as it wafts through the air behind her.

  Shutting the door, I turn to offer her a smile and ask what the hell she’s talking about, but seeing her, my smile drops immediately, and a grin full of white-hot lust takes its place.

  “Jesus, Ellie.”

  She’s taken off the coat. A simple cheerleader uniform is all that registers. Well, that and a whole bunch of exposed Ellie skin, as it’s clearly a few sizes too small. Fuck me!

  “Oh, Coach Ryan, please say you’ll help me?” she winks, before jumping up and down, her spectacular tits bouncing along for the ride. Her tiny cheerleader top rides up, exposing what I know to be the softest skin I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. I can’t look away. All I can do is nod, lick my lips, and smile.

  “Well, will you help me, Coach? Pleeease?” Ellie whispers over her shoulder, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of her sexy mouth when she catches me ogling her exposed ass while she reaches for something on my desk in her barely-there skirt. “Oh, see? You’ve got what I need, right here.” She pulls a pamphlet off my blotter, turns back towards me, and sits on top of my desk. Meeting my heated stare with her own, Ellie scoots back, separates her legs, and places her feet up on both sides of the desk, creating a view that is unparalleled: her open for my taking.

  “I’m one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Jesus, E. Look at you, all pretty and pink,” I say, moving closer, but not before rushing back to lock the door.

  “Oh, I sure hope you’re looking, I like when I catch you looking at me, Coach Ryan. Always have, always will,” she giggles over the pamphlet, before going back to pretending she’s reading it. “See? Everything I needed is right here.” Moving closer, I take the paper from her hands and toss it on the floor behind me.

  “Everything you need is right here,” I say, taking her hand in mine and placing our joined hands on my heart. “My love,” I whisper over her lips while sliding her other hand down to my raging hard-on. “This right here, the pleasure I’ll always give to you.”

  She cocks her head to the side, a lazy smile breaking out under my touch—at my words.

  “You and those words of yours. But it’s sexy-time now. You can share your sweet thoughts after you play with me.” She squeezes my cock. “My, Coach Ryan, what a big, hard dick you have for me. Are you going to fuck me with that whopping cock of yours while I’m perched on your desk? ’Cause if not, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands.” She licks her lips, before removing her palm from my chest and sliding it under her panties. My eyes trail the movement as her hand feels its way around my favourite spot in the world.

  “Let me taste you, my bad girl.” I lean in, sighing near her ear. Watching her is driving me wild with lust and desire.

  Ellie tugs at the back of my head, the move forcing me to shift my focus back onto her face, and my eyes collide with her mischievous-looking ones, curious to see what she’s up to. I attempt to open my mouth, when suddenly she removes her hand from her folds, takes her finger and traces my bottom lip with her juices, immediately shutting me up. Growling at the bold move, my tongue immediately follows the trail.

  “You always taste so good, that perfect balance of sweet and salty. I hunger for you. More,” I groan, before stepping even closer between her legs, my own fingers taking over massaging her soaked pussy. “You’re fucking hot. Always so ready for me. How about you lift that shirt up so I can suck on those pretty tits, and see all of you?”

  “Fuuck, yes,” she mews, and I pick up the pace, my fingers fucking her while my mouth pulls at her taut nipples. Ellie’s hands find my belt and within seconds, my cock is in her grip. She’s stroking me with determination, matching the rhythm my fingers make on her sweet spot. Our breaths hitching, I continue to fuck her with three fingers, while she jacks me off.

  “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

  I spread her legs apart a bit farther before lifting both of her arms and wrapping them around my neck. Instantly, she pulls me in close, and kisses me. “I love you, Ace. So very much.”

  “God, I adore and love you, E. But right now, I’m going out of my goddamn mind. You here like this, this has been one of my biggest fantasies, thank you. Now I need you to hold on, Ellie. I’m about to fuck the hell out of you, my naughty girl.”

  Looking up at me from under her long eyelashes, her beautiful golden-brown eyes meet mine, reflecting back all the love I feel for her.

  Grinning, she kisses me softly before grabbing my cock and lining it up to her w
elcoming entrance. “It’s about time you fucked me in this office, Coach Ryan. Now give it to me hard. You aren’t the only one with fantasies.”

  Sliding into Ellie’s warmth is almost my undoing. Her pussy contracts as I slip in deeper and deeper, taking her to the hilt. My cock twitches as her juices cover me, her sweet heat welcoming me back again, welcoming me home as she accommodates my size, the feel of her walls stretching is enough to make me shoot my load alone. “You feel so fucking good, E,” I huff, moving my hips forward and back again, her pussy milking my dick with each movement. Looking down, seeing her open on my desk, giving me this, is fucking with my head. I’m not going to last. She’s soaked, and my cock is glistening with her wetness, the sight giving me a feral need to fuck her senseless.

  Arching her back, Ellie moves her arms behind her to support my increased pace. She’s panting and I revel in the feeling of her breath as it reaches my chest. Her spectacular tits bounce with every thrust and move I make. The friction of her walls hugging my hard shaft over and over is going to be the death of me. Leaning in closer, I rub her nipples with my chest, the skin-to-skin connection eliciting a deep moan from both of us. Christ, she feels like heaven.

  “Oh shit, Ace, that feels so good,” Ellie cries out. Shifting my head down, I take first one nipple then the other into my mouth, sucking on and swirling my tongue around each hard tip, offering tiny nips of pain to match the pleasure as I suck on each tit. My hands sliding up around her shoulders, I look into her eyes, channeling my inner Jake, remembering a scene from when Ellie first told me this scenario, the way I need this fantasy to end.

  “I want you to suck my huge cock while I sit in my chair pulling your hair, Ellie. Would you like that?”

  Looking at me, a twinkle of recognition obvious in her eyes, my little vixen plays right back: “Do you want me to suck you dry, Coach? Do you want to feel my wet mouth all over that big cock?” she asks, popping the ‘k’ sound. She pushes against my chest, and I step away, hating the loss of her tight cunt.