Call Me (31 page)

Lifting her shirt, I run my other hand over her taut stomach. Her skin is flawless, like her. Moving both hands now, I grip her waist, holding her in place as I trail my tongue and cheek along her sides and stomach, the need to be close to her overwhelming.

“Love you, baby,” I say, my mouth running back up to the material covering her amazing rack. Pulling at the large cups of her black lacy bra, I release one breast then the other. Wrapping my mouth around one nipple I suck and nip at it before moving on to the next, giving it the same treatment.

“I love you too, Ace. Oh shit, that feels like heaven.” Ellie continues to moan while I’m hard at work, sucking one tight peak then the other. She arches into my touch, feeding me more of her sweet tits. Taking both into my hands, I move my stubbled chin along the soft skin of her cleavage, leaving a trail of flushed skin in the wake of my kisses and sliding tongue as they move over each of her pert nipples again and again. Her tits are fucking perfect. She writhes beneath me, while she pulls me closer to where she wants me most.

“Touch me, please, Ace. Now. I need to feel you,” she squirms, and it’s music to my cock. “Ace!” she shouts in surprise, when I pull her up off the couch, tug her shirt back down, then sling her over my shoulder.

“We need a bed for all the things I’m planning to do to you,” I smack her ass, “my dirty Chanel.” Then rubbing the same spot, I tell her: “I can’t wait to taste and see all of you, my sweet, sweet Ellie.” Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh at what a contradiction my girl turned out to be.

“You’re my little vixen, aren’t you, E? Let’s go act out some stories.”

She giggles, as I carry her down the hall to her room.

Ellie

K
icking the door
shut, Ace stops in the middle of my room, lowering me at an excruciatingly slow pace down the front of him, allowing me the privilege of feeling every hard dip, plane, dive and bulge that exists on him.

Wrapping his hand in my hair, he tilts my head ever so slightly and kisses me with everything he’s got, once again leaving me breathless. Groaning into my mouth, Ace dances his tongue into mine while his hands move to the hem of my shirt, my arms immediately cooperating as he tugs the shirt up and over my head.

“I can’t fucking wait to touch you, beautiful. Let’s get the rest of these cock-blocking clothes off of you, now. I want to see what’s all mine,” he grits out, his grass-coloured eyes alive and intense with desire. Unable to control myself, I jump up, wrapping my legs around his front, thankful he’s there to catch me. He lifts me up higher with his hands gripping my ass, connecting us as closely as two people can be, and I kiss him again with everything I have. It feels incredible finally having this; everything out in the open, no secrets lingering in the dark waiting to surface anymore. And the fact that I’m straddling parts of Jake mixed in with Ace astounds me. The idea that they are the same person overwhelms me, knowing it’s true.

“I just can’t believe it was you, Ace. It was so weird, I felt this connection with Jake. Like I knew it was you or something,” I whisper, resting my forehead on his shoulder, an overwhelming feeling taking root again.

“I know exactly how you feel, baby. It’s crazy, but it’s true,” he says, and I tighten my hold around his neck before bringing our lips together, fusing them together in a soul-searing kiss.

“Make me yours now, Ace,” I plead, a second before my back hits the mattress.

“Great minds, E,” he says, and I giggle. “Now, let’s get this off.”

“God, yes,” I say, leaning forward so he can finally remove my lace bra. And remove it he does; without a worry, he tosses it behind him.

“Fucking beautiful. These tits are going to be the death of me,” he says, fondling both with his big hands. “They are in direct competition with that sweet pussy of yours; each needing so much attention, my insatiable girl. How ever will I decide?” He raises a brow, and I melt at his playfulness.

Stepping back, Ace starts to remove his T-shirt—featuring Tony Montana from
Scarface
—his eyes never leaving mine as he strips off the blue material in that sexy, nonchalant way guys do it, over their heads from the back.

Grin in place, I wipe my face to check for drool as his lust-filled eyes smile down at me, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. Ace’s chiseled body never ceases to make me turn into a completely non-verbal mess of take-me-right-now, the way his tanned skin highlights his cut abs, wide shoulders, and the sexiest set of traps I have ever seen. I have big plans to lick those in the near future.
Damn
. I bite my lip, taking him in.

“When you look at me like that, it makes me crazy for you, E,” he says, running his hand along my cheek.

Moving into his touch, I meet his gaze and elicit my own challenge: “Show me how crazy.”

“Get over here,” he says, pulling my legs so I’m hovering at the edge of the bed. Right where he wants me, right where I want to be. Placing each of my legs to rest over his shoulders, Ace runs his finger along my slit, the squelching sound of my desire for him flagrant.

“Love that sound. Always wet for me, huh, Ellie? I fucking love it. Makes my cock so goddamn hard knowing that’s for me,” he says, adjusting himself in his jeans.

“Yes, it’s all for you. Please touch me, Ace.” I move my hips forward, hinting at what I need, my voice shaky with desire and the asshole laughs before finally giving me what I want.

“Fuck. You taste like
more,
” he says, after he’s licked me from bottom to top, over and over, teasing my sensitive skin with his coarse hair as it moves from my inner thighs back to my pussy for the
more
that he mentioned. “Could eat you all day long.” Ace moves his mouth to suck on my pulsing clit. Swirling his tongue over the sensitive bud, he inserts his tongue into me, giving me tiny ministrations over and over again, driving me crazy. I’m a withering mess under his onslaught. My breathing is heavy and my body takes on a floating feeling as he inserts first one finger, then another, into play and I know I’m not going to last.

“Please, Ace. I want you inside me, want your cock, I can’t, I’m not—”

“Easy, baby, I’ve got what you need.” But instead of slipping inside me, giving us both what we’ve been waiting for, he…
pauses
? And removes his hand completely.

“No. Now. Now. Put it in,” I try to reach for his hand.

“Soon.” He runs his finger along my thigh, trying to bring me back down.

“Are you trying to kill me? Please, I want you to come inside me.”

“Oh, I plan on it. With nothing between us, Ellie. Ever.”

“Oh fuck, that’s hot. Let’s do that. Let’s do that right now. Please,” I groan, frustrated. The fact that I’m begging isn’t lost on me, either. Moving my hand to Ace’s pant button, my mission to rid him of them as he hovers above me, he swats my fingers playfully away, clearly entertained with his little game.

“Take your pants off! Why are you wearing pants at a time like this?” I shout, frustrated.

Jerking out of my hold, he moves to stand at the foot of the bed. Grinning, the bastard finally makes a show of removing his jeans and black boxers.

A-fucking-men!
His magnificent cock seems to be as excited as I am as it bobs up and down for joy, its girth making my mouth salivate. I notice a pulsing vein and it soon becomes my future target. It’s a perfect cock, really, and I know it’s ready for my touch. “I want you in my mouth,” I tell him, while staring at his cock in awe.

“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…”

Ellie

“P
inewood 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.