Call Me (32 page)

“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 two 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.

Ace

S
till 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 welcoming 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.

“Fuck, yes. I need your mouth,” I grit, as she moves to her knees in the middle of my office, her hands going straight for my ass as she slips me into her hot mouth. Pulling me out, she looks up at me while she kisses around my tip, running her tongue in a circular motion, lapping up her juices and mine. “My cock looks good in your mouth, Ellie. Yeah, fuck, take it all.”

I breath out as she slides her teeth ever so gently along the outside of my cock, stopping to lap her tongue over her favourite vein, the one that pulses only for her. She takes me all the way down, slipping me in and out, gripping my cock in her hand to work in tandem with her mouth. With a solid rhythm in place, Ellie moves her other hand between my legs and starts playing with my balls. Within seconds, my spine is tingling and I’m ready to combust, but the need to be inside Ellie has me moving her back up to my desk once again.

“Sit up on the desk, Ms. Hughes,” I order and she complies instantly, leaning back on the desk. “I can’t finish like that, I miss this tight pussy too much, want it to pump me dry,” I say, positioning myself in front of Ellie and sliding my cock back where it belongs.

“Yes, oh God yes! I want that. Give it to me, Ace. Fuck me hard,” she pleads, and I comply with pleasure. I fuck us both into oblivion.

Once sated and back down to planet Earth again, I decide it’s time to ask Ellie one of the questions I’ve been wanting to know for some time now.

“E, baby. Can you look at me?” I ask, chuckling at seeing her face still smashed into my chest.

“Mmm hmm.” She looks at me through-satisfied eyes, a lazy smile curling up the corners her lips.

“Move in with me?” I ask. “I need you with me all the time. I think it would be pretty kick-ass. Let me be the Han to your Leia, and love you with all my
Force
. Allow me to be The Crazy 88 and Gogo Yubari to your O-Ren Ishii, and let me have your back, fight for you, and be by your side, always.” I kiss her forehead, and she laughs while a lone tear escapes.

“Ace, that was incredibly corny, but wonderfully kick-ass at the same time. Are you sure?” She looks down, uncertainty lacing her voice.

“Never been more.” I run my finger along her cheek. “I’m madly in love with you, Ellie Raine Hughes. You are totally kick-ass. And together, we are the most kick-ass.”

“Well, when you put it like that, I agree. We really are a kick-ass team. Yes. Yes, I’d love to. Oh my God, Ace!” She hugs me tight. “This is going to be amazing.”

“I love you.” I kiss her nose.

“To quote my girl, Leia: ‘I know’.” She bursts out laughing. “I love you too, Ace. So very much.