“You’re already winning,” I laughed.
He shot another solid ball perfectly into one of the corners of the pool table. “But I don’t even have you naked yet.” He put his hand out for me.
I grabbed it and he pulled me to my feet.
“Now take off your pants.” He let go of my hand.
I wasn’t sure I had ever lost so badly at anything before. But it didn’t really matter. I’m pretty sure no matter who won, we’d want the same thing at the end. At least, I hoped he wanted me. I wasn’t sure how much more teasing I could handle. I pushed my leggings down my thighs, stepped out of them, and threw them at him.
He smiled and caught them in his hand.
I grabbed my stick and walked around the table, trying to find the easiest shot. Before I knew it, he had walked up behind me.
He let his fingers wander down my back. “I like this,” he said as he touched my lacy thong.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Well, you should. You’re the one who bought it for me.”
“How about you let me help you with this shot. I’d really like to see what you want me to do next.”
I swallowed hard. I wanted that too. “Okay.”
He leaned forward, pressing his naked torso against my back. Every inch of me wanted to turn around and kiss him. But I wanted more than that. In order to get more, I needed to get my next shot. He put his left hand on top of mine, pressing my fingers against the felt of the pool table. He grabbed the pool stick and pulled it back. Even the wood sliding through my fingers aroused me.
“Okay,” he whispered into my ear as he wrapped his right hand around mine too. He pushed me forward slightly, so that my hips were digging into the side of the pool table.
I swallowed hard.
“Let’s hit the nine into the left pocket.” He moved my right hand back, pulling the stick back farther, and pushed my hips even harder against the pool table.
I could feel his erection pressing against my ass.
“Gently, Penny.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I can’t wait to see what you want me to do.” He kissed my neck again.
“I think you’re just trying to distract me even more.” I knew I could make this shot.
“No. I want you to make it. I haven’t tasted you since yesterday.”
God. There was no way I could concentrate now.
He lightly slid the pool stick forward, guiding my hands, and hit the cue ball. The nine ball went right into the left pocket. “See… gentle.” He kissed my neck again.
“I want you to lick me,” I blurted out.
His hands fell from mine. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my back against his torso.
“You want me to lick you?” he whispered into my ear. His tongue found the back of my ear and he gently licked it.
It felt amazing. But it wasn’t want I wanted. “Not there.” My voice sounded so needy. I turned around and ran my hands down his abs.
He raised his eyebrow at me. He wanted me to say it.
Instead I looked down and then back up at him.
He grabbed the sides of my thong and slid them over my hips. “You want me to lick your pussy?”
I gulped. “Yes.”
“You shouldn’t be embarrassed to ask me for that.” He lifted me back onto the side of the pool table and spread my legs. “You know that I love the taste of you.” He knelt down in front of me and massaged the insides of my thighs. “So ask me, Penny. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.” I wasn’t sure why I was so embarrassed to say it. But the way he looked at me after I did made me want to say it a thousand times.
“It’s sexy when you say it.” He leaned forward and placed a slow stroke against my wetness.
“Oh God.” I held onto the edge of the pool table so that I wouldn’t fall backwards and knock all the balls around.
He swirled his tongue around inside of me, pressing against all my walls, as his nose rubbed against my clit.
Yes! I wasn’t going to last long at all. I had wanted him all night. And him teasing me earlier had already wound me up so tightly.
He pushed my thighs even farther apart and held them down firmly with his strong hands.
It felt like my whole body was trembling.
He shoved his tongue even deeper, pressing his nose firmly against my clit.
“James!” I grabbed the back of his head to hold him in place. I was so close.
He continued to swirl his tongue inside of me for a few more seconds. But then he grabbed my hand, removed it from the back of his head, and pulled away from me.
“No, James. Please don’t stop.”
“Baby.” He kissed the inside of my thigh. “I like pleasing you.” He kissed my opposite thigh. “And I like when you tell me what you want.” He stood up and pulled me off the table. “But you didn’t ask me to make you come. I wish you had. I love making you come with just my tongue. It’s your shot, though. Get your next ball in and tell me what you want.”
My legs felt like jelly. I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I just needed to feel release. How was I supposed to make my next shot? I pressed my thighs together, but it didn’t help at all. I focused as best I could and took my next shot. The cue ball bounced off the wall and didn’t hit anything. Crap!
He tossed me my thong. “I believe I have to earn this. But don’t bother putting it back on.” He easily sunk his next ball.
I threw my thong back at him. “If I had known how good you were at this, I wouldn’t have agreed to this game.” I was so horny. I couldn’t even stand it. Why hadn’t I asked him to make me come?
“I’m not sure if that’s true.” He hit another solid ball easily into one of the pockets. “Besides, you must have known I wasn’t terrible if I owned a pool table.”
I put my hand on the edge of the table. “Well, if I had been thinking clearly, I would have just asked you to fuck me on it.”
His eyebrows lowered slightly. “Unbutton my jeans, Penny.”
I looked down at the bulge pressing against his jeans. “That’s what you want me to do to you?” I wanted him to fuck me. I didn’t want to wait anymore.
“I need to be ready when I get my next shot in.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the waistline of his jeans.
I liked the feeling of his happy trail on the back of my hand. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wanted to be ready to fuck me. At least that meant he was planning on eventually pleasing me. I pushed his jeans down, put my hands on the waistband of his boxers, and looked up at him.
He nodded his head.