The Last Call

The neon glow of the Blue Moon Bar pulsed through the dimly lit space, casting a warm haze over the crowd. Nathan leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the last sip of his whiskey sour between his fingers. The ice clinked against the glass, a rhythmic counterpoint to the low hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. 

He wasn’t here to drink—well, not just to drink. He was here for the same reason he always came to this bar: the chance to meet someone who didn’t know his name, his job, or the weight of his past. Someone who might just make him forget, even for a little while.

That’s when she walked in.

Sarah slid onto the stool beside him with the kind of confidence that made the air around her feel charged. She was all long legs and sharp angles, her dark blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders in loose waves, her lips painted a deep, sinful red. The kind of red that made a man think of things he shouldn’t—at least, not in a bar at 10 PM on a Wednesday. She ordered a gin and tonic, her voice smooth, her gaze flicking toward him just long enough to let him know she’d noticed him noticing her.

“You come here often?” she asked, her tone playful, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Nathan smirked, swirling his drink again. “Only when I’m looking for trouble.”

Sarah laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent a jolt straight to his gut. “And what kind of trouble are you looking for tonight, Nathan?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You know my name?”

She leaned in just a little, close enough that he caught the scent of her perfume—something floral, with an edge of something darker, like vanilla and smoke. “The bartender told me. Said you’re a regular. Also said you’re not that bad of a tipper.”

Nathan chuckled, shaking his head. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Good,” she purred, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Because I was hoping it would get me somewhere.”

The air between them crackled. Nathan set his glass down, turning fully toward her. “And where exactly is that, Sarah?”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she traced the rim of her glass with one manicured nail, her gaze locked onto his. “Somewhere private. Somewhere we can talk without an audience.”

Nathan’s pulse kicked up. He knew that look. Knew the game. And damn if he wasn’t already hard just from the way she was looking at him. “My place is five minutes away.”

Sarah’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Lead the way.”

The walk to his apartment was a blur of stolen touches and heated glances. By the time they stumbled through his front door, Nathan had her pressed against the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers. She tasted like gin and sin, her lips parting with a soft moan as his tongue slid against hers. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, her body arching into his like she couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” Nathan growled against her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her just enough to grind his cock against her.

Sarah gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

The bedroom was a mess of discarded clothes and tangled sheets. Nathan had Sarah on her back, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone before he latched onto one of her nipples. She cried out, her back arching off the bed as he bit down just hard enough to make her whimper.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Again. Harder.”

Nathan obliged, sucking the stiff peak into his mouth before biting down again, his free hand kneading her other breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling her nipple between them. Sarah’s moans filled the room, her hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction.

“You like that, don’t you?” Nathan murmured, his voice rough. “Like it when I mark you up.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her voice trembling. “God, yes.”

He switched to her other nipple, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh before he soothed it with his tongue. Sarah’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing beneath him. “Nathan, please—”

“Please what?” he teased, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties. “Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth,” she gasped. “I want your mouth on me.”

Nathan didn’t make her wait. He hooked his fingers into the lace of her panties and yanked them down her legs, tossing them aside before settling between her thighs. The first lick was slow, deliberate, his tongue dragging through her slick folds before circling her clit. Sarah’s hips jerked, her hands flying to his head, her fingers gripping his hair like a lifeline.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her voice already breaking. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Nathan didn’t. He licked and sucked, his tongue working her clit in tight, relentless circles while his fingers teased her entrance, sliding in just enough to make her whimper. She was so wet, so ready, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against her, his breath hot on her skin. “Like you were made for this.”

Sarah’s only response was a broken sob, her hips rocking against his mouth, her thighs trembling around his head. “Nathan, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t let her finish. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, hard, his fingers curling inside her just as she came apart with a cry, her body shuddering beneath him. He lapped at her through it, drawing out every last tremor, every gasp, until she was boneless and panting.

Nathan didn’t give her time to recover. Before she could even catch her breath, he flipped her onto her stomach, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her down. Sarah moaned, her ass lifting instinctively, her body already craving more.

“That’s it,” Nathan growled, his hand sliding down to grip her hip. “Get that pretty ass up for me.”

She obeyed, her cheeks flushing as she arched her back, presenting herself to him. Nathan groaned, his cock throbbing at the sight of her—wet, swollen, begging for him. He didn’t waste time. He lined himself up and thrust inside her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck!” Sarah cried out, her fingers clawing at the sheets. “Oh god, you’re so big—”

Nathan didn’t answer. He pulled back and slammed into her again, his hips snapping against her ass with a sharp smack of skin on skin. Sarah moaned, her body rocking back to meet every thrust, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“You like that, baby?” Nathan grunted, his grip on her hips tightening. “Like it when I fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pistoned his hips, his cock driving into her with deep, punishing strokes, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Sarah’s moans turned desperate, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her.

“Nathan, I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna come—”

“Do it,” he growled, his hand sliding around to her clit, his fingers circling the swollen nub. “Come on my cock, Sarah. Now.”

She shattered with a scream, her body clenching around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Nathan groaned, his own release barreling down on him, his cock twitching inside her as he buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan.

But he wasn’t done.

Nathan pulled out, his cock still half-hard, glistening with her arousal. Sarah collapsed onto the bed, her body limp, her breath coming in shallow gasps. But when she felt him shift beside her, her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his.

“What are you—?”

Nathan didn’t answer. He gripped the base of his cock, stroking himself slowly as he leaned over her, his other hand tangling in her hair. “Open your mouth.”

Sarah’s lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to wet them. Nathan groaned, his cock twitching in his hand as he guided the head to her lips. “That’s it. Take it.”

She didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her lips around him, her tongue swirling over the sensitive underside as she took him deep. Nathan hissed, his fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth in slow, shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Just like that. Take it all, baby.”

Sarah moaned around him, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. He could feel his orgasm building again, his cock swelling in her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue working him with expert precision.

“Gonna come,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “Gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

Sarah didn’t pull away. If anything, she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs as she swallowed around him. Nathan groaned, his hips jerking as he came, his cum spilling down her throat in thick, hot pulses. Sarah moaned, her throat working as she drank him down, her lips sealed tight around him until he was spent.

When he finally pulled back, she licked her lips, her gaze dark and satisfied. “Mmm. Delicious.”

Nathan collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Sarah smirked, rolling onto her side to press a kiss to his shoulder. “But what a way to go.”

The bar was still humming when they stumbled back in, hours later, their clothes slightly rumpled, their smiles a little too knowing. The bartender took one look at them and slid two fresh drinks their way without a word.

Nathan clinked his glass against Sarah’s, his eyes never leaving hers. “Same time next week?”

Sarah’s laugh was low, her gaze smoldering. “Try and stop me.”