Last Call Heat

The restaurant had emptied out an hour ago, but the air still crackled with something electric. I wiped down the bar one last time, my eyes locked on her — Elena, the last guest nursing her third whiskey neat. She was stunning, late twenties, with dark waves cascading over bare shoulders and a red dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. The way she looked at me across the polished wood, lips parted just so, sent heat straight to my cock. I knew we both wanted the same thing tonight.

"Last call was twenty minutes ago," I said, voice low as I leaned on the bar. My name is Jax, and I’d been watching her all evening, the way her fingers traced the rim of her glass, the subtle shift of her thighs on the stool.

Elena smiled, slow and wicked, crossing her legs so the dress rode higher. "Then why haven't you kicked me out yet, Jax? Afraid I'll bite?"

I chuckled, coming around the bar to flip the sign to CLOSED. The lock clicked. "Maybe I like the idea of you biting. Place is empty. Just us."

She turned on the stool, eyes dropping to the growing bulge in my black pants. "Good. Because I've been wet since you poured my first drink. That smile of yours... fuck, it's dangerous."

I didn't waste another second. Pulling her off the stool, I backed her against the bar, my mouth crashing into hers. She tasted like whiskey and sin, her tongue sliding hot against mine as her hands yanked my shirt open. Buttons pinged across the floor. I groaned into the kiss, palming her full tits through the thin fabric, thumbs circling her hard nipples until she arched and moaned.

"God, yes," Elena gasped, breaking the kiss to tug my zipper down. My thick cock sprang free, heavy and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking from base to tip, smearing the bead of precum over my swollen head. "Look at this big dick. I've wanted it inside me since I sat down."

I hiked her dress up around her waist, finding no panties — just smooth, shaved pussy already glistening. "Dirty girl. No underwear in my restaurant?" I slid two fingers along her slick folds, circling her swollen clit until her knees buckled. She was soaked, her juices coating my hand as I pushed a finger deep into her tight heat.

"Fuck me, Jax," she begged, pumping my cock faster. "Right here. I need it now."

I spun her around, bending her over the bar. Her juicy ass pushed back against me as I lined up my cock and thrust in hard, burying every inch in her dripping pussy. Elena cried out, gripping the edge of the bar. "Oh shit, you're so deep... your cock is stretching me so good."

I started pounding her, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty restaurant. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, hot and velvety, juices dripping down her thighs with every thrust. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I fucked her harder, my balls smacking her clit.

"Yes, pull my hair... fuck me like that," she panted, pushing back to meet every stroke. The bar rattled under us. I reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her tremble.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whimper at the emptiness. Flipping her to face me, I lifted her onto the bar, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy lips were puffy and shining. I dropped to my knees, burying my face between her thighs. My tongue licked broad strokes up her slit, sucking her clit between my lips while two fingers plunged back inside her.

"Jax... oh god, your mouth," Elena moaned, grinding against my face, her hands in my hair. Her thighs shook around my ears as I devoured her, the sweet tangy taste of her arousal flooding my tongue. She came hard, pussy gushing over my chin, her cries filling the room. "I'm cumming... fuck, don't stop!"

I stood, cock aching, and drove back into her spasming pussy in one smooth thrust. This time I fucked her slow and deep, savoring the way her walls fluttered around me. Her tits bounced with each push, nipples begging for attention. I sucked one into my mouth, biting gently as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Fill me up," she whispered hot against my ear, nails digging into my back. "I want your cum deep in my pussy."

Her words pushed me over. I slammed into her faster, the bar creaking under the force. Sweat slicked our skin, her scent mixing with mine — musk and sex thick in the air. She came again, screaming my name, her pussy milking my cock in rhythmic pulses.

With a guttural groan I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of cum flooding her tight cunt. We stayed locked together, panting, my forehead against hers as the last spasms faded.

Elena kissed me softly, a lazy smile on her lips. "Best last call ever. Think I might need another drink... after round two in the back booth?"

I laughed, still buried inside her warmth. "You're not going anywhere tonight, stranger."